Forever Yours, Sir (23 page)

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“What?”

“You have to pull over. That knock on my head, it
’s made me dizzy. I’m going to throw up.”

She didn’t even have to pretend to
gag; she really did feel like vomiting.

“Fuck, don’t you try anything!” He was angry, but he pulled over. She immediately opened the door and stumbled out. Leaning over, she puked her guts up.

He came up behind her, holding her elbow, running his hand over her lower back.

“Poor
baby, I’m sorry I had to hit you.”

“S
o am I.” She swung back with her elbow, catching him in the stomach. Turning, she kicked out, knocking him down. She raced toward the driver’s side of the car. He tackled her, throwing her to the ground in front of the car.

“Come here, you little bitch.” He dragged her to her feet and she slammed her head back, catching his nose. He let out a screech of pain and loosened his hold.

He might be bigger than she was, but he was no fighter. She slammed her knee into his groin.

“Have fun singing soprano, asshole,” she muttered as he let out a high screech.

This time when she ran, he stayed down. Cady climbed into the driver’s side and started the car, reversing back before doing a U-turn. She ignored the swinging passenger’s door as she raced off.

***

“He took her out of here in a duffel bag.” Mike Regan, head of security, pointed it out on the T.V. screen. “We pulled the footage from the parking garage. Here he is.”

Hunter memorised the car, watched as it pulled out of the parking lot, taking a left.

“I’m going to follow him,” he said.

“
How? We have no idea where he’s headed,” Gray said. “How did he get in here? Go back a few hours, comb through the video feed. Someone had to have let him in.”

“On it,” Regan said grimly.

Hunter paced back and forth. He had to do something.

“We’ll get her back,” Gray said in a low voice.

“This should never have happened. I should never have brought her here. I promised to protect her. I should never have taken my eyes off her.”

“Hunter, you need to calm down. We won’t let him hurt her.”

“I have to do something.”

“Here,” Regan said. He pointed at the screen. “This is one of the new waitresses, Lily. She let him in
through the door to the alley.”

“Bring her to me,” Hunter demanded.

***

The small woman shook in her chair as she stared at Gray
, Hunter and Regan. They’d brought her to Simon’s office ten minutes before.

“Lily, we have you on video, there is no point in denying it
,” Gray said quietly. “We just want to know where he’s taken Cady.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t know. I don’t even know him. He approached me when I was leaving one night, offered me a large amount of money to let him in
that door. Said he’d contact me when he wanted me to open the door.”

“And you were fine with taking money so he could kidnap a woman?” Hunter growled.

Lily sobbed. “I didn’t know that’s what he was going to do, I swear. He told me that he just wanted to talk to her, that you’d stolen her from him. He claimed to love her. I believed him.”

“Oh, I’m su
re he was believable,” Gray muttered.

“What happens to me now? Am I fired?”

“Yes,” Hunter growled. “Call Stanson, have her arrested.”

Hunter stormed out of the office, Gray on his heels.

“Hunter!” Jaron called out.

“What?” he asked, turning.

“It’s Cady. She’s here.”

***

Cady lay wrapped in Hunter’s arms. He hadn’t left her since she’d driven up to the Twisted Thorn, sobbing. As soon as she’d explained how she’d escaped, Tiny, Jaron and Gray had taken off to see if they could find Sean. They’d found him wandering along the road, trying to hitchhike.

He was now in police custody. Thank
God.

“I just never thought he
would follow me here. He was obsessed with me.” She shuddered. Hunter ran his hand over her head, kissing her forehead.

“There’s something wrong with him
,” she said.

After giving her statement to the cops and getting checked out by a paramedic, Hunter had brought her back to his place and she’d finally started to feel
like she could breathe again. Although it would take her a long time before she’d stop feeling jumpy and scared.

“I just don’t understand why he singled me out. I mean, why would he obsess over me?”

“Oh, I understand exactly what he saw in you,” Hunter replied. “You’re smart, beautiful and brave, everything a man could ever want. I can’t believe you put him on his ass. Twice. And with a lump the size of an egg on your head.”

“I was terrified.”

“Me too. I thought I had lost you. I can’t ever lose you, Cady.”

“You won’t. I’m yours forever, Sir.”

“Damn straight.”

Cady poked her head into Hunter’s office. “I’m back.” She waved at him with a smile before turning away, hoping to sneak back to her office.

“Come back here. Now.”

With a sigh, knowing she’d be in trouble if she ignored that command, she turned around and walked into the office.

“Hunter—”

He stood and stalked toward her. “Lock the door.”

She turned and locked the office door. When she turned back, he was right there. She let out a squeal a
s he grasped her around the waist and turning, pushed her up against the wall.

Cady placed her legs around his waist as he kissed her. A rough, possessive kiss that had her melting against him.

“Hunter, it was a routine job. I’m fine. There was no danger.”

He leaned back slightly. “Pull your shirt off.”

“Hunter, we—”

“Now.”

Barely refraining from rolling her eyes, she stripped her shirt off.

“And the bra.”

“Hunter, we can’t do this.”

“I won’t keep repeating myself, Cady. Either you strip yourself or I will.”

The dark promise in his gaze had her shivering in anticipation. She undid her bra, slipping it off. He lifted her higher in his arms so he could reach her breasts with his mouth. He played with them as she ran her hands through his hair and over his shoulders.

Suddenly, he put her down and
took a few steps back. He stopped when he hit the leather sofa. “Strip.”

He watched as she pulled her jeans off. She turned around and wiggled as she slipped off her panties, bending right down to pull them off, delighting as she heard him groan.

Turning back, she found him stripping off. Once he was naked, he sat on the sofa, holding his erect cock in one hand as he gestured to her with the other hand.

“K
neel in front of me, beautiful girl. Take my cock in your mouth.”

Cady positioned herself on her knees between his open legs.
Eagerly, she licked her way up his thick shaft to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She licked the slit before taking him into her mouth, sucking him down.

She bobbed her head, moving up and down, twirling her tongue around him.

“Good girl.”

She glanced up to find he had his head thrown back, the muscles on his neck were tense, his jaw clenched.

Cady ran her hands up his thighs then cupped his balls, massaging them gently.

“Oh ye
ah. That feels so good.”

She loved having him like this, loved that she could make him forget everything else that was happening as she pleasured him.

“Enough. Stop.”

She stilled and he drew his cock out
of her mouth. He stood. “I want you bent over the edge of the sofa, your ass in the air, legs spread.”

H
unter moved toward his desk as she scrambled to get into place. He grabbed a tube of lube from his desk drawer. Did he keep that stuff everywhere?

“
Face forward, hands clasped in the small of your back,” he ordered as he strode back to her.

With a groan, she did as he ordered. She could feel his heat behind her as he came closer. He smacked his hand down lightly on her ass, four on one cheek then he moved to the other cheek.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“Because I wanted to and because I know you like it, don’t you?”

There was no point in denying it, especially when he reached down and swirled his fingers through her wet heat.

“Yes, I’d say you like it a lot.”

He pushed his fingers inside her, pumping them back and forth slowly.

She wriggled back and forth, trying to get him to move faster.

“Stop,” he growled, “or you’ll get a real spanking.”

“Promises, promises.”

He gave her a hard smack. “Have I been neglecting you, baby?” Two more spanks landed with a stinging impact.

“No, no, not at all,” she said quickly.

Hunter pulled his fingers from her pussy then she felt his cock nudging at her entrance, pushing deep inside her. Oh God, bliss.

Small thrusts of his hips had him moving back and forth slightly, not nearly enough to satisfy her.

“Hunter, stop teasing, please,” she begged as she struggled to keep herself in place, to resist reaching down and playing with her clit.

“What would you like? Would you like me to touch your clit?” He flicked the swollen nub and she took in a gasping breath as pleasure rippled through her. “Or do yo
u want me to play with your ass?”

Cool liquid hit her asshole then he pushed a finger inside her. He had yet to take her
ass; instead he’d been teasing her with anal plugs and lots of play.

“Please, no more,” she begged after a while as he continued to tease her, his finger thrusting inside her asshole as he pushing himself slowly in and out of her pussy.

With the fingers of his other hand he teased her clit until she was shaking with need.

“Hunter, please, take me. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you where? Here?” He drew out then pushed his cock in deep. “Or here.” He moved the finger in her ass quickly back and forth, in and out.

“My ass. Make me yours.”

“Baby, you’ve always been mine. Since the day I met you.”

He drew his cock and fin
gers away. She heard a squirting noise and knew he was putting lube on his cock. She wished she could watch, but knew if she moved he’d only torture her some more.

He returned his fingers to her clit, pinching it lightly before he started
to push his cock inside her. “That’s it, relax. Bear down, just like when you take the plug.”

“You’re bigger than the plug.”

“Not by much. You can do this, beautiful girl.”

Inch by inch, he slowly entered her. It was uncomfortable at first, weird, but once he started to move, to drive himself back and forth, she felt the pleasure grow, nerve endings spark to life.

“That’s it, just relax and go with it. Such a sexy, good girl you are.”

His words added to the intense pleasure,
spiraling it higher and she knew she was close. He swirled his finger around her clit then flicked it firmly.

“I want you to come for me. Come for me, now.” He rubbed her clit faster, harder and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from screaming as the storm hit, battering her from all sides, threatening to tear her apart. White dots appeared before her eyes and she gasped for breath, afraid she might actually pass out.

Then she heard him yell as he came, collapsing forward onto her in a heavy heap.

A smile crept over her face. Now this was truly bliss.

Cady snuggled in closer to Hunter as he held her on his lap in his office. He was feeling extremely possessive right now and even more protective than usual.

A large part of him wanted to wrap her in bubble wrap and keep her somewhere safe, demand that she never be out of his sight again. He knew it was an irrational wish, just as he knew she’d never stand for it. But ever since she’d been kidnapped by Sean two months ago any sort of rational thinking when it came to her had disappeared.

Today was the first day she’d gone out on a job without him. He didn’t care if it was a routine, run of the mill job
; he’d spent the whole time worried about her. He knew he wasn’t being reasonable. In fact over the past two months he’d been acting slightly crazy, his protectiveness out of control.

But he could still see her pale face, her frightened eyes after
Sean had taken her. The way she’d shaken for hours after as he’d held her. She still had nightmares where she’d wake up screaming, shouting Hunter’s name, expecting him to save her.

But he hadn’t, she’d had to save herself.

“Hunter, what’s wrong?”

“What?” He glanced down at her. She cupped his cheek gently, running her thumb over his
cheek. “I know you’ve been worried about me since Sean took me. But he’s locked away now, awaiting trial. He can’t hurt me. And while I get that you just want to protect me, you can’t be with me all the time.”

“I should have protected you better.”

“What?”

He stared down at her, knowing his fear and horror showed on his face but he couldn’t stop it. “I should have protected you better. I took you to the club, I put you at risk. He should never have been able to
get to you and then when he did you had to rescue yourself!”

She moved around until she straddled his lap. “Christ, Hunter, I knew you were blaming yourself, but this is a whole new level, even for you. I should have been perfectly safe in the Twisted
Thorn; you had no way of knowing he’d bribed one of the waitresses, that he even knew that we would go there. Hell, he must have been biding his time and waiting, he’s psychotic, deranged. As for me rescuing myself, I thought you’d be proud of me.”

What? Of course he was proud of her.
Damn, he was fucking this all up.

“Of course I’m fucking proud of you.” He winced at his harsh tone. “Are you kidding me? It’s the only reason I haven’t gone in
sane. I know you can kick ass, I know you’re a strong woman. But you’re my woman and I couldn’t live without you. I know I can’t lock you away from the world, but it’s going to take me a while to get over almost losing you.”

“I know. I know letting me
go today wasn’t easy. I became a cop because I wanted to help people, not because I liked the danger or the adrenaline rush or anything like that. Truth is, I’m kind of scared as well. Which is why I had to do this without you today. I can’t let fear rule me.” She nibbled at her lip. “But, I also have to tell you that I don’t think this job is for me. I like working with you guys and all, but I’ve been thinking that I’d like to do something else. So I was thinking that maybe I might look at taking some courses, maybe go to college part-time and get my Masters in Psychology.”

Leaning in, he kissed her. “I think that sounds like a great idea,” he said huskily.

She smiled. “I’ll need to save up some money first and it may take me a while to get my degree, but I think I can do it.”

He hugged her tight. “I know you can do it. You can do anything you put your mind to. And don’t worry about
money; I’m going to support you in whatever way you need.”

She shook her head. “I’m not going to take your money, Hunter.”

“Well, I don’t really think you have a choice. Once I marry you half of what’s mine will be yours, including my money. Of course, once you start earning the big bucks I’ll be expecting you to support me in the lap of luxury.”

Cady
rolled her eyes. “Oh is that right—hey, wait a second what did you just say? Marriage?”

“Yeah, baby, you’re going to marry me.”

“Oh no. Oh, hell no.” She climbed off his lap to glare at him. “You do not just get to say we’re getting married and think that that is going to suffice as a marriage proposal. No way, you’re going to do this properly.”

“Now, Cady
—”

“No.” She
placed her hands on her naked hips as she glared down at him. “You will do this properly, Hunter Black.”

A knock on the door interrupted them and Cady gasped, blushing bright red as she
immediately tried to cover herself.

“Relax, sugar, the door’s locked,” he told her quietly. He gathered up his pants and shirt, putting them on as she quickly scrambled into her clothes.

When they were both dressed he opened the door. Gray stood on the other side. He looked Hunter up and down, a grin flickering on his lips. “When the two of you are finished could you please join us in the conference room.”

Cady groaned behind him as Gray left. He turned to see she had her
face covered by her hands. “That was embarrassing.”

“He’s just jealous,” Hunter said. “We’d better get cleaned up.”

***

Cady sat in one of the conference room chairs
, waiting for the meeting to begin. As Hunter entered the room, everyone grew quiet, looking toward Gray. He sat back in his chair. Only Tiny, Josh and Jaron were in the room, everyone else was out on jobs.

“I j
ust got a call from the D.A., and I thought you’d all like to know that Malcolm O’Keen’s trial has been set for three months from now.”

“That long?” Tiny said.

“Wheels of justice are slow,” Jaron said.

“Meanwhile all of those poor gi
rls just have to wait?” Cady asked.

“Only some
of them will have to testify,” Gray replied.

“No one else is talking?” Jaron asked. “O’Keen or his nephew?”

Gray shook his head. “No, they’re tight-lipped, as expected.” He looked over at Hunter. “We might never know whether O’Keen killed Worthington or if Worthington really did commit suicide.”