forward and placed his cup on the table. With a sigh, Josh stood to leave.
“I need to get back to base. I think she’s for the most part fine, but bring her by
tomorrow, let me get a more thorough look at her.”
“I will.”
Keith watched Josh leave and his thoughts turned back to the young woman lying on
the bed.
He’d known her for years. He’d always thought she was a pretty, little thing. She
was smart, too. So, how the hell did she get mixed up with someone like James? She
should’ve known better.
With a sigh, he stood and walked over to the window. From the twentieth floor, he
had a wonderful view of London all lit up with lights. Was Josh right? Was there a
woman out there that could accept him as a Mercenary? That wouldn’t try to get him
to quit because it was too dangerous?
He loved what he did. He also loved his single life. But would that single life become
too much at some point? Would he become lonely? Sometimes he did, but most of the
time he was fine with the way things were.
A soft cry came from Paula’s room, pulling Keith from his thoughts. He rushed into
the room to make sure she was okay. He found her on the bed, glancing around in drunken
confusion.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
The frightened look in her eyes tugged at Keith’s heart. He went forward and sat on
the edge of the bed. She jumped and tried to scoot away from him.
“Hey,” he cooed as he reached out to touch her arm. “It’s okay. It’s Keith.”
She swallowed and looked in his direction, but she seemed to look through him as opposed
to at him. The drug was still in her system, still affecting the way she saw things.
“Paula,” he said softly.
“I thought I heard them coming to get me,” she swallowed as a shadow passed over her
eyes.
“Stay with me so I know I’m not alone.”
Keith frowned with concern but slowly climbed onto the bed. Had something happened
to her there she hadn’t told him about? He would have to remember to ask her about
it tomorrow.
Scooting up against her back, he gently wrapped his arm around her waist so not to
hurt her ribs. Her body curled into his as she settled back down to sleep. She fit
up against him perfectly, her back against his chest, her butt against his groin,
his knees behind hers.
He groaned inwardly at the feel of her hips rubbing his cock as she tried to find
a more comfortable position. He knew she wasn’t doing it deliberately, but he still
couldn’t seem to stop his body’s reaction.
Resting his palm on the side of her hip, he held her still and whispered, “Shh. You’re
safe, baby.”
She drew in a slow, deep breath and stilled. Keith let out a sigh of relief. He doubted
she would appreciate waking to find his rock hard cock poking her in the ass.
* * * *
The second Scott’s tongue slipped past her lips to touch hers, Kiley groaned. She’d
waited so long for this. Flashes of memory from last night ran through her mind, but
Kiley pushed them aside, choosing instead to live for now. She was sober. She could
feel clearly every touch, smell his musky scent, and feel the heat off his body as
it hovered just above hers.
His palm slid up her side, making her squirm as he slowly moved his touch along her
flesh. He cupped her breast, and she moaned, arching her back, fitting her mound more
firmly into his hand.
With a growl, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her breast. His tongue stroked
her nipple, making it hard and erect. Kiley buried her fingers in his short hair,
trying to tug him closer. He resisted and moved his kiss to the other breast, teasing
the underside with his lips.
Kiley could hardly breathe she wanted him so bad. He slid his kisses lower along her
stomach, inching his way closer to that place between her legs that literally ached
for him. She’d never been with anyone that made her this hot; this crazy.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she fisted her
“I need to get back to base. I think she’s for the most part fine, but bring her by
tomorrow, let me get a more thorough look at her.”
“I will.”
Keith watched Josh leave and his thoughts turned back to the young woman lying on
the bed.
He’d known her for years. He’d always thought she was a pretty, little thing. She
was smart, too. So, how the hell did she get mixed up with someone like James? She
should’ve known better.
With a sigh, he stood and walked over to the window. From the twentieth floor, he
had a wonderful view of London all lit up with lights. Was Josh right? Was there a
woman out there that could accept him as a Mercenary? That wouldn’t try to get him
to quit because it was too dangerous?
He loved what he did. He also loved his single life. But would that single life become
too much at some point? Would he become lonely? Sometimes he did, but most of the
time he was fine with the way things were.
A soft cry came from Paula’s room, pulling Keith from his thoughts. He rushed into
the room to make sure she was okay. He found her on the bed, glancing around in drunken
confusion.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
The frightened look in her eyes tugged at Keith’s heart. He went forward and sat on
the edge of the bed. She jumped and tried to scoot away from him.
“Hey,” he cooed as he reached out to touch her arm. “It’s okay. It’s Keith.”
She swallowed and looked in his direction, but she seemed to look through him as opposed
to at him. The drug was still in her system, still affecting the way she saw things.
“Paula,” he said softly.
“I thought I heard them coming to get me,” she swallowed as a shadow passed over her
eyes.
“Stay with me so I know I’m not alone.”
Keith frowned with concern but slowly climbed onto the bed. Had something happened
to her there she hadn’t told him about? He would have to remember to ask her about
it tomorrow.
Scooting up against her back, he gently wrapped his arm around her waist so not to
hurt her ribs. Her body curled into his as she settled back down to sleep. She fit
up against him perfectly, her back against his chest, her butt against his groin,
his knees behind hers.
He groaned inwardly at the feel of her hips rubbing his cock as she tried to find
a more comfortable position. He knew she wasn’t doing it deliberately, but he still
couldn’t seem to stop his body’s reaction.
Resting his palm on the side of her hip, he held her still and whispered, “Shh. You’re
safe, baby.”
She drew in a slow, deep breath and stilled. Keith let out a sigh of relief. He doubted
she would appreciate waking to find his rock hard cock poking her in the ass.
* * * *
The second Scott’s tongue slipped past her lips to touch hers, Kiley groaned. She’d
waited so long for this. Flashes of memory from last night ran through her mind, but
Kiley pushed them aside, choosing instead to live for now. She was sober. She could
feel clearly every touch, smell his musky scent, and feel the heat off his body as
it hovered just above hers.
His palm slid up her side, making her squirm as he slowly moved his touch along her
flesh. He cupped her breast, and she moaned, arching her back, fitting her mound more
firmly into his hand.
With a growl, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her breast. His tongue stroked
her nipple, making it hard and erect. Kiley buried her fingers in his short hair,
trying to tug him closer. He resisted and moved his kiss to the other breast, teasing
the underside with his lips.
Kiley could hardly breathe she wanted him so bad. He slid his kisses lower along her
stomach, inching his way closer to that place between her legs that literally ached
for him. She’d never been with anyone that made her this hot; this crazy.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she fisted her
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