“Yeah, the lab hasn’t been very helpful the last few cases we’ve worked though,” Slade states, rubbing his hand down his face.
“It’s worth a shot,” I say.
“Yeah, angel, it is.” Drake kisses the side of my head before returning to the guys to chat. I take the time to sneak over to Kellie.
“What do you think will happen next?” I ask as we hug one another.
“More than likely, you’ll go on lockdown. Meaning you can go to work, but you’ll be escorted. Drake may even station someone on you full time while you’re there. It really sucks. It’ll all work out in the end though. Plus, that means more girl time. Maybe all of us can do a girls’ day this weekend?”
“Fingers crossed it won’t take too long. I’m not sure I’ll be able to have a guard at the hospital. I may have to take a leave of absence if it comes to that, and that would be a bundle fun. You know my mom will more than likely make an appearance.” I laugh because it would.
“Well, Aunt Ro will make an appearance too. Drake’s mom probably will as well. Keep me posted.” We hug one last time after seeing the guys breaking apart their huddle.
“We’re going to hang out here. Slade is heading to the lab, and Bridger is going to our house with Easton.” I nod.
“See you later. Thank you.” I hug everyone even with Drake grumbling about me not being in his arms. He’s a big oaf. Every last one of them is in a happy relationship.
“Oh, quit it.” I slap at his chest and smile at him.
“I’m going to spank that ass red once we get inside my office, Giana,” he whispers in my ear when I make my way back to him.
“What are you waiting for?” I return.
“We’ll see you all later. Keep me posted,” he tells the guys. We walk down the hall, turn into Drake’s office, where he shuts and locks the door.
“New rules, angel,” are the first words out of his mouth.
“Oh, I’m sure. Kellie forewarned me, but if you think you’re going to stand guard over me or have someone else do it while I’m working, you’ve lost your marbles.” I place my hands on my hips, letting him know in no uncertain terms am I allowing him to bully me into this.
“Fuck, you know I’m doing this to protect you, Giana. I wouldn’t do it otherwise.”
“I know that, and it’s one of the many qualities that I love about you. I’m pretty sure the hospital would frown upon this though, like majorly.” I show him with my two hands spread apart for exaggeration.
“Too bad. I’ll just buy the hospital and do whatever the hell I want.” My mouth is gaping open.
“You can’t just buy a hospital, Drake.”
“Watch me. It’s either this or you take a leave of absence.” He arches an eyebrow.
“Fine, but stationed outside the doors, not on the floor I work on. That’s out of the question, completely.”
“We’ll see. Let’s agree to disagree until we figure out what the lab shows and if they find anything at our house. The call is easy to deal with, but the rest, that’s fucked, and I only heard the last half of the conversation. I’m not sure I even want to know what else the caller had to say.” Drake’s arms come around my hips. He picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and I know exactly where this is going to go.
“Are we finally going to break in your office desk?” I breathe out.
“Yeah, angel, we are.” He proceeds to shut me up with his lips while walking us over to his desk.
My ass lands on the edge of his desk. He sits in his chair. Drake’s eyes are like lava to my insides. The heated desire shines through, and when he licks his upper lip, it has me whipping my top over my head, ready to unclasp my bra. He stops my hands.
“That’s my job.” He grabs the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them off. My shoes were lost the moment he sat me down. I lift my hips up, and he takes my panties along with him. “God damn, you are beautiful.” He stands up. I unbutton his jeans, pull down the zipper, and delve my hand inside to bring his length out. Drake unclasps my bra. I’m naked to his dressed, minus his cock, and I am one lucky girl.
“Get me wet,” he groans. I’m not doing it with my mouth though. My legs wrap around him again, pulling him closer to me, and I coat the head of his length with my wetness.
“Is this what you want?” I question him.
“I think that question is unnecessary, what do you think?” My hands are moved out of the way, and Drake shows me how he needs me today. He’s all the way inside me with one deep thrust.
“God, Drake,” I whimper.
“I know, angel. I know.” He feels so good inside me.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Drake growls out. He’s still inside me but not moving.
“Drake,” I moan out in pleasure. He’s grabbing his cell phone out of his back pocket, and I’m as mad as he is.
“This better be fanfuckingtastic news, Bridger,” Drake answers, deciding to move at an annoyingly slow rate. My pussy clenches down on him, wanting and needing more, but that’s not in the cards. As fast as he was inside me, he’s sliding out.
“No,” I groan, feeling empty without him.
“Hold on.” Drake takes the phone away from his ear. “The guys are heading here now. Sorry, angel.”
“Ugh, this shit sucks.” I get up off the desk, find my clothes to put on. Meanwhile all Drake has to do is tuck his cock back in his pants.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know.” He kisses me and then helps me finish getting dressed, which isn’t easy with his lingering hands touching me the entire time.
Seventeen
Drake
Pulling out of Giana nearly crippled me. Since the first time we had sex, it’s like I’ve become even more of an addict when it comes to her. But when Bridger called and said they got a lead and was heading back to the office along with Easton, it had to be done.
Giana is my rock. She held my hand the entire time, calming the storm that was brewing deep inside of me.
Bridger and Easton are here. All wanting to tell us the latest news. Kellie went home, something about wine and binge watching a new show on Netflix.
“Hey, so here’s what we’ve got. The stalker was placed strategically in the back northeast corner, really in plain sight when you tracked the food and drink wrappers. We bagged them. Not sure if we’ll get a match, but it’s worth a shot. Someone was bunkered down though. Think a campsite minus the tent. Not sure you want G to hear this or not.” Bridger nods his head to her.
“Yeah, she needs to know. I want her safe.” Giana’s hold on my hand tightens.
“There were pictures there, uh...you know, those kinds of pictures with you and Giana in the pool. Some of just you and some of just her, but in each picture that had her in it, the stalker had a bullseye marked on G’s forehead.” He hands me the pictures, each of it bagged and tagged.
“I assume everything is cleared up?” I question.
“One hundred percent,” Bridger states.