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The Hero I Need(69)
Author: Nicole Snow

I plop down on the other chair and hold my breath as Bordell examines the camera up close, a sneer on his face. Then the feed from his camera goes black.

“Do you think he’ll find the rest?”

“Guess we’ll just have to watch and see.” He picks up his phone and stabs at the screen.

“Are you texting Faulk?”

“Damn straight. We need to know if the camera feeds are traceable.” His eyes meet mine, bearish and dark.

Oh, Jesus.

I hadn’t even thought about that.

My heart thuds with weighted fear. There’s so much about this insanity that keeps surprising me. So many ways to suffer, fall into ruin, or worse.

His phone pings almost instantly.

“Faulk says no. The feeds are blocked. Untraceable, no matter what kind of equipment that fuck has.”

“Um, he just found another camera,” I say, feeling thwarted, watching another screen go black.

“Let him. He can’t hurt you here, I promise, darlin’.”

Grady rests a hand on my knee, as if he knows just how to make me feel better.

Together, we watch as Bordell frantically searches the area, and finds all but one camera. He comes close to uncovering the last unit several times, but never touches it where it sits, half covered behind a few long stalks of grass.

After about ten minutes of no movement, Grady leans back in his chair, heaving a sigh.

“Looks like he left empty-handed. We’ve still got one set of eyes, even if this one isn’t the best quality,” he says.

“Did you see a vehicle?”

“Nope, but he must’ve had one. It’s not on the road, though—our last camera still shows part of the service road and nothing ever came by.”

I nod. “And most of the runway. We’ll see if something else goes down tonight.”

“We will, and we’ll capture every second if it does. That’s more hard evidence Faulk can give to the FBI in our defense.”

“You mean mine,” I say weakly, turning to meet his eyes.

My mouth goes dry at the way he’s looking at me.

His gaze drips this odd mix of empathy and desire and promises.

I tell myself not to think about what’s been on my mind ever since we entered the basement. My body might as well be a hungry dog subjected to Pavlov’s conditioning.

Being down here puts one thing on my mind, no matter how much bad news hits us in the face.

Actually, it’s been on my mind well before then.

Hard, sweaty, all-too-addicting sex with Grady McKnight.

“You’re okay, woman. Looks like you need a reminder,” he growls, holding out a hand.

God help me, I move from my chair to his lap, straddling him, loving the rush of instant heat blazing up my legs to the apex between my thighs.

Our communication goes rough and primal then.

His thick hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up as his lips capture mine in a long heated kiss.

Our tongues dance with need, fencing each other in a contest to see who gives out first, who needs it right the hell now.

When our lips part, I’m definitely the loser.

Too drunk on him to even consider not continuing what we’re craving.

He’s already unclasped my bra, so I grab it along with the hem of my shirt and yank them both over my head. He catches them in his huge hand and hurls them against the wall.

“Perfect.” His mouth finds my nipple, raking his beard against my skin.

Oh, God.

I’m already a whimpering mess.

“And this other one? Heaven,” he growls, twisting my other bud between his thumb and forefinger.

My panties were already soaking wet for him, but now I can’t even feel how drenched they are behind the dull ache.

The need to be under his piston hips as he fills me to my limit.

He’s so damn good at foreplay. Half the time I wind up coming at least once before we get to the main event.

It’s just amazing and different from anything I’ve ever had and I love every second.

Today is no exception.

He sucks, licks, and lashes my breasts with his animal mouth until I’m squirming against his thick thighs, and then he plunges one hand between my legs, flicks my lace aside, and feels what’s already his.

“You want more?” he teases, knowing full well I do, stuffing two fingers in my hot cunt. “Say the magic word.”

Slayed.

I force myself to stop biting my lip so I can actually obey this beast.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Grady, please, you...you know I do.”

“You want me to take you right the fuck here? On this chair?”

I nod, too far gone for words, a low, sultry moan escaping my mouth.

“You’re lucky I agree,” he says with a heavy chuckle.

Holy hell.

My body is a shrieking mess, my hips rolling, pleading for more.

I stand up just long enough to jerk down my shorts and panties.

He does the same, fishing a condom package out of his pocket. I grin at how well armed for action he is lately.

But I guess that comes with the territory when we can’t stop flinging ourselves at each other like wild rabbits.

Rather than slide the rubber over his length, he sets the package on the desk and pulls me forward, straddling his lap again as he sits back down.

“Want me to help put that on?” I ask, burning with need.

His cock is so perfect, the sight of it alone nearly has me feeling his thrusts.

“Not yet. I’m not done warming you up,” he growls in my ear, threading his fingers through my hair, all hot breath as he stamps his lips down my neck.

I. Am. Dead.

I suck in a breath as his fingers enter me again, this time stroking with feral intent.

“You good with this, Willow Wisp? You know how bad I get it every time you come for me,” he rasps, his needy voice booming against my ear.

Oh, God. Yes. I know.

I grasp the base of his cock and give it a long, slow, winding stroke.

“Just...as long as I can play with you, too,” I whisper, trying to keep control against the intense stroke of his fingers.

“Remind me what that mouth does,” he demands, pressing his forehead to mine, filling my eyes with his fire. “Suck me, woman.”

I almost lose it right there, my walls tensing around his fingers.

Oh, I’m always down to demonstrate my skills.

I’m so in love with how rock-hard he gets while still feeling velvety soft, and use both hands in devotion, playing with his balls at the same time.

His hands are just as busy.

One huge palm gives my tits full attention, along with his mouth, while his other hand owns my pussy, raking pleasure out of me in quickening strokes, and teasing my clit with his thumb until I’m a tight, shaking mess trying to keep control.

“Bring it,” he whispers against my skin. “Come on my hand. Let it fucking go.”

Just like that, I’m so flipping gone.

My body arches and I throw my arms around his shoulders, rocking into his strokes. White-hot bliss slams my brain as I go into convulsions. His grasp keeps me grounded while his hand squeezes everything he can get from me, his lips stealing every soft, shaking sigh.

When I can remember my own name, I open my eyes as his fingers drift away, loving the insane, raw twinkle in his eyes.

“On your knees,” he whispers, helping me down.

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