A Dom Is Forever (18 page)

Tears pricked her eyes because she had no idea what she’d done to deserve this man. He made her brave. He made her honest. “Do you feel how wet you made me? I didn’t know I could get so wet. I didn’t know I could feel so good, Lee. Your cock feels so good.”

Her words seemed to make him lose control. He cursed and his hips swiveled up. “Fuck. Fuck. I need you.”

He surged in, and Avery rode the wave. Her hips moved in a rhythm she found utterly natural. She pressed down, taking him in. She wouldn’t accept less than all of him. She wanted every inch of that massive cock. She wanted to feel him touching her womb. She forced herself down, every inch a pleasure, an exquisite discomfort because she wasn’t just taking some cock. She was taking him. All of him.

She took him to his root. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, made her lust soar. Lust. She lusted. She wanted and it was sweet.

She balanced herself on his shoulders and thrust up. He’d told her to ride him, and that’s what she intended to do. She let her instincts rule for once. She brought her hips up and then down and up again, letting every inch of his cock slide along her pussy. Up and down. Up and down. Every moment a pure pleasure.

His hand slipped between them, circling and pinching her clit.

The minute he touched her she went off, pure pleasure coursing through her veins. The orgasm shuddered through her system and she gave over, letting it take her. She didn’t bother to cover her moan. Lee wanted it. She gave it to him.

His hand tightened, forcing her down, holding her as he came. She felt him pulse, the tension prolonging her own orgasm. He buried his face in her shoulder as his hips rode up over and over, riding the end of his own pleasure.

He shuddered as she slumped against him.

“Perfect,” he groaned against her neck.

She hugged him tight. It had been perfect. Every minute.

* * * *

Liam picked up Avery, enjoying the feel of her weight in his arms. She was dead weight, and he felt an arrogant grin cross his face. He’d utterly exhausted her. Her arms barely made it around his neck as he walked toward her bedroom.

He walked in and laid her down, pulling the covers back. He didn’t pull them up right away. She was naked and vulnerable and perfectly happy to be so. He’d gotten her there.

So why was he so fucking restless?

Her pretty blue eyes opened, and she looked up at him. “Hi.”

The need to run was riding him hard. He was torn between the need to fuck her again and the need to get as far away as possible.

But he had a job to do. He gave her what he hoped was a gentle smile. “Hey, baby.”

He climbed in beside her. She rolled right over and cuddled up next to him, her hand on his chest. She was plastered against him, her hair tickling his skin. She was everywhere. He could feel her skin, hear the breath from her chest, smell the sex that still coated her pussy. His cock twitched even as she started to fall asleep.

He hadn’t slept next to anyone in years. He didn’t cuddle and have breakfast the next morning. He didn’t do the boyfriend thing.

He couldn’t go to sleep.
Fuck
. Half the time he woke up screaming. How the hell was he going to explain that? Was she going to buy that he had construction nightmares?

She sighed a little and turned in her sleep, freeing him. He’d thought he would fuck her all night, but this was too much to handle.

He rolled out of bed and got out of her bedroom as quietly as he could. He couldn’t breathe in there. She was too close. The sex hadn’t felt like a fucking op. He’d forgotten why he was there, his whole being focused in on her body and her pleasure.

She’d been so sweet. She’d fought him, but when she’d decided to submit, she’d done it beautifully. He was pretty sure he’d die one day with the taste of her on his lips, the feel of that tight cunt gripping his cock. She’d been so tight, tighter than he’d ever had before, and once she’d given over, she’d been hotter than hell, her breasts bouncing as she rode his cock.

Liam took a deep breath. The sex hadn’t been the problem. The sex had been the best he’d ever had. He wasn’t going to lie about that. The sex had been amazing, and he wouldn’t wait long to have her again. He would be inside her tomorrow, but not until he’d gotten control of himself. That was the problem. When he’d been inside Avery Charles, all he’d cared about was her. There hadn’t been a mission. Thomas Molina hadn’t mattered. Eli Nelson hadn’t mattered. All that had mattered was getting inside her as far as he could go.

Avery Charles didn’t even know his real name. She’d never heard his real voice except those few moments when he’d forgotten and he’d just wanted to be himself.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he found his jeans and stepped in. His phone. He needed his bloody phone. He could hear the thing buzzing. A text was on the screen. Adam’s code number. He didn’t have names on his phone, just code numbers to let him know one of the team was trying to get him.

Open the door if she’s secure. Need to talk.

Liam moved carefully after grabbing her keys off the dining room table. He picked up his shirt and shoved his feet into his boots. He needed a good excuse if she got up. He could go grab something from the store down the street. He checked in on her bedroom. Moonlight filtered in. The sheet had slid off her slightly, exposing one breast. Her nipple was pink tipped and erect. She turned as though looking for him, but she settled back down.

If she was his sub, he would make sure she never wore clothes when they were alone. She was worried about some scars? He didn’t give a shit. They were just a map of her survival. She was so gorgeous that she needed the scars or she would be too perfect.

He stared for a minute. Why hadn’t he seen her beauty from that first moment? Oh, she’d been pretty, but without her clothes she was stunning.

The phone in his hand vibrated again, an impatient thing.

He closed the door to her bedroom and made his way to the outer door, sticking close to the wall so the wood didn’t make a sound under his feet. He unlocked the door, and there was Adam leaning against the opposite wall just standing there waiting for him. He put his fist up.

Silent
. He wanted Liam to remain silent. What the hell was going on?

Adam opened the door to the apartment he and Jake were sharing and motioned him to come over. Liam didn’t want to leave her. Not if something was going down, but he needed to know. And he needed to make a copy of her keys anyway. He locked the door behind him and followed Adam inside.

Jake looked up from the computer on the table. “Dude, shirt?”

“If you wanted me to get dressed, you should have said so. I got out of bed to answer this little call of yours.” He tried to play it cool. He pulled the T-shirt over his head.

“That didn’t take long,” Adam said. “Is she asleep?”

“Yes. She’s secure.” She was the type who slept at night because her conscience didn’t keep her awake. She was the type who deserved a man who didn’t run away after he was done fucking her.

“Is she all right?” Adam asked. He held up a hand to stop Liam’s immediate reaction. “I only ask because I’ve spent some time with her. She’s very sweet and really naïve. She isn’t used to having sex.”

He didn’t like to hear it described that way, but there it was. It had been sex. Nasty, dirty sex with a woman who didn’t even know who she was really sleeping with. Would she welcome Liam O’Donnell into her bed? He doubted it. Liam O’Donnell was cold and he used a woman. He didn’t cuddle up to her and protect her.

So why had it been so natural to shield her on the escalator? Why had he already trained himself to know when her leg was going to give so he could catch her? She was a little reckless with that leg. She seemed perfectly willing to take a dive, but she didn’t have to because he was there to catch her.

Lee Donnelly was there to catch her. Liam didn’t give a shit.

Yeah, not even he was buying that lie anymore. “Avery is fine. Now what’s the problem?”

Adam looked like he wanted to argue, but luckily Jake took over.

“I just got a call from Ian, and he’s a little worried about Avery’s apartment. It looks like we’re not the only ones tracking her phone,” Jake said.

Fuck
. Someone was watching her. “Molina?”

Adam shrugged. “Probably, but we’re not sure. I’m working on it. You understand that if she’s involved in this it would make sense that her phone is bugged. Every one of Eli Nelson’s contacts probably has an eye on them.”

“Or someone’s watching her because he’s a paranoid freak and he’s using her.” She wasn’t involved. He knew it deep down. He also knew it was stupid. He shouldn’t make judgments like that this early in the game. Hell, he shouldn’t make judgments at all. Her guilt or innocence didn’t really matter. Except it mattered to him. “I want to know who’s watching her.”

The idea that someone had eyes on her brought a slow roll of anger into his gut.

Adam grinned at his partner. “I told you he wasn’t as dumb as you.”

Jake’s eyes rolled. “Let’s not bring that up again. And dear god, don’t mention it to Serena. Every time an innocent woman gets wrongly accused I have to sleep on the sofa for a night or two.” Jake turned to Liam. “Seriously, Li, if you have a thing for this girl, don’t ever let her know if you had a single doubt in your head. Let her think you were always just here to protect her. It goes very wrong if you very gently ask her if she might be involved in something criminal.”

Adam gaped, his mouth dropping open. “Are you insane? You gently asked her? I was there, asshole.”

And Liam didn’t have time for their damage. “I’m not going to let Avery tether my balls to her handbag the way you two let Serena boss you around. She’s just a nice girl, and I don’t want her to come to harm because she got caught up in a bad situation.”

Adam and Jake exchanged a long look. They had a silent conversation. Liam often envied them their weird connection. He’d never had that. Not even with his brother. His relationship with his brother had been strained at times. He’d always had to try to rein in Rory’s anger and his more violent tendencies.

“Okay, you know what you want,” Jake said evenly. “So now we have to assume that her whole place might be bugged. You have to be careful when you’re in there. The apartment itself belongs to Thomas Molina. His brother bought it ten years ago. If he’s the one tracking her phone, he’s likely got the apartment bugged.”

He needed to move her to his place. It was the only way to make her safe. “I’ll get a place, and we’ll stay there.”

“Or you can stay where you are and use the fact that we know they’re watching. Look, Adam is going to make a copy of her keys, and we’re going to risk going in. You looked for cameras, right?” Jake held out a hand, silently requesting the keys Liam had in his. He had several small squares of easily pressed clay laid out on the table. The minute Liam handed him Avery’s keys, he started to work them into the clay, making impressions so they could duplicate them. To her apartment. Her office. Her boss’s office and his files.

While she’d been in the bedroom, he’d made a very thorough study of the flat, looking for cameras. Nothing. Avery kept the place immaculate. There weren’t knickknacks or anything in which to hide a camera, but the place could be wired for sound. Luckily, he hadn’t said a damn thing he shouldn’t. All the bastards could get was some dirty talk and a whole lot of moaning. “No cameras, but you should sweep for bugs so we know for sure. Did you pull up the maintenance records on the flat?”

He’d checked out the building himself, even before he’d approached Avery. It had good security. She had to swipe her key card to get in and out of the building. It was why it was so important to actually have Jake and Adam in the building. There was a concierge who watched everyone. He forced visitors to sign in and out. But would he think of Molina as a visitor since Molina actually owned the flat now that Brian was dead?

“There was an electrician by the name of Howard Pullman,” Adam explained. “He spent five hours in the place about a week before she moved in, so we should assume it’s bugged. The place came furnished. She just brought her clothes and laptop. She’s had two visitors. You and Simon Weston.”

Liam felt his gut go cold. Simon Weston. He’d been sniffing around her. Liam wasn’t dumb. He’d watched Simon follow her around. The man was interested, but Avery wasn’t. What had he been doing in her flat, the fucking blue blood? “Something about Weston doesn’t sit right. Has Ian’s guy come up with anything?”

“Damon Knight says he’s clean. Nothing on his records to make him look bad, but again, he’s practically royalty, so that can all be covered up. Being titled means something here,” Adam said.

He’d grown up around that shit. “You don’t have to tell me that. I know.”

Adam laughed a little. “Sorry. I so rarely hear your Irish come out I forget sometimes.”

But it had come out tonight. It had come out when he’d been balls deep in Avery because he hadn’t been able to think of anything but her.

“Now go downstairs and run out to Tesco and grab something to drink.” Jake handed him back Avery’s keys after very carefully cleaning them. “It’s a good excuse if she’s awake when you get back.”

She had mentioned she didn’t have any beer. He could grab a six-pack. He could drink a couple before he crawled back into bed with her. Maybe he wouldn’t scare the shit out of her with his nightmares.

“Okay. I’ll do that.” The Tesco was half a block down. Maybe a walk would do him good. Clear his head. He headed out. The faster he grabbed the six-pack, the faster he could get back to Avery. He was torn. He wanted to get away from her, but he also needed to protect her.

He nodded to the concierge. Avery had signed Liam in when they’d come back here earlier. Would he be able to get back in? “I’m just running to get some beer. Is that okay?”

The concierge nodded. “Go on then, mate. Ms. Charles signed you in as a person who could come and go for the night. She’s a very nice lady, and she seems to like you more than the other one.”