With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two by Kristen Proby

you.”
    “You have got to be kidding me.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Is this a damn pissing contest?”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, ignoring her jab.
    “Because it was nothing!” She gestures wildly with her hands and pushes them through her hair as she paces around the bedroom. “He’s harmless.”
    “He clearly has an issue with cops, and he put his hands on you.” My voice is low and hard, and my hands are itching to reach out for her. “That’s not harmless.”
    “He’s nothing,” she insists.
    “I need to be able to trust you.”
    Her eyes widen with surprise and hurt, and my gut clenches.
    Her jaw drops before she balls her hands into fists in frustration, whispers angrily under her breath and inhales sharply.
    “You can trust me.” She stops in front of me, inches away, looking up at me in exasperation and hurt. “I’m not a child. I can take care of myself and my kids.”
    “Do you understand what it would do to me if someone got to you?” I explode and grip her shoulders in my hands. “It would destroy me if you or those babies were hurt, Brynna. You are necessary to my survival, goddamn it, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe and whole, but I need you to talk to me when something feels wrong, and I need you to do as you’re damn well told!”
    Her big brown eyes are round as she watches my face, her plump lips parted in surprise, and I can’t stand it anymore. I pull her against me, wrap my arms around her and hold on tight as my mouth claims hers, hard and possessive.
    Fuck, she’s everything.
    I pull back and lean my forehead on hers, breathing her in, relieved that she and the girls are safe. My legs are shaky, and I feel rocked to my core now that the adrenaline from the potential threat is gone.
    Like coming out of a mission alive.
    “Let me do my job, baby. Talk to me. Please.”
    “I’m sorry, Caleb.” Her voice is small. She grips my back firmly, pressing herself against me from her head to her pelvis. “I didn’t know.”
    “Now you do.” I swallow, staring down into her sweet face. “Besides, millionaires pay a lot of money for this kind of protection. You’re getting it for free.”
    “Yeah?” She smiles sassily and drags her hands down my chest to my waistband. “What else can I get for free?”
    “What do you want?” I ask and gasp when she unbuckles my belt, unfastens my jeans and sinks her hand under my boxers to my hard cock, gripping it firmly.
    “Hmm…” She moves her head back and forth, like she’s thinking really hard, and then leans in to kiss my chest through my shirt, moving her way down my belly, and kneels at my feet. “I think I’ll just show you what I want.”
    After shimmying my jeans down around my knees, Brynna licks the tip of my cock, just like she would her favorite ice cream cone, and then sinks down over me, pulling me as far as she can into her hot, wet mouth, and it’s all I can do to keep my hips still.
    “Fuck, Bryn.”
    She pulls up and licks down to my sack and licks that, too, leaving no piece of skin untouched by that amazing tongue of hers. Watching her head bob and weave, her hand grip my cock at the base and those big chocolate eyes of hers stare up at me is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
    Jesus, all she has to do is breathe and I can’t wait to get inside her.
    She cups a hand around my balls and sucks my cock, hard, making my spine tingle and stomach tighten, and I pull her up to her feet before I come in her mouth.
    “You’ve really got to stop making me stop before I get the job done.” She pouts, her eyes shining with laughter.
    “Can’t come yet,” I growl and push her back to the bed, stripping her nightclothes and the rest of my own clothes off as we move. “Need to be inside you.”
    I guide her back onto the bed and follow her, bury my face in her neck and breathe in her fresh, clean scent.
    “Smell so fucking good,” I whisper as I