And as he holds me against him, his dick still inside me, I know that it’s going to be a long night of repeating what we just did.
And I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nate
“We need to find him,” I tell Ronan––one of my guys.
“We’re trying, boss, but we don’t have a lead,” Ronan says, and I sigh as I lean back in my office chair.
Why the fuck can’t we find Stefan or any sign of where he may be?
I refuse to believe that he’s dead. He’s still out there somewhere. He has to be.
Stefan and I have been in this together for years. Since school. Our friendship goes back decades. He’s always been by my side.
I rub my temples as I try to rid myself of the dull ache that has been getting progressively worse since this morning.
I’ve been scouring my computer since I got up. I’ve had my guys go over to Stefan’s apartment yet again, just to check to see if they missed anything. They didn’t. And I’ve been there myself, so I know there’s nothing. It’s just false hope right now.
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I thought you guys might like some coffee,” Kat says as she carries a tray with two mugs into my office. I smile at her as she comes to my desk, stopping and placing the tray down. She’s put a jug of milk on the tray, along with a sugar bowl and some biscuits. Cute.
“Thank you,” I say, and she gives me a small smile.
“Found anything yet?” she asks, and I hate that I have to admit that I haven’t.
“No.”
I gesture for Ronan to take his mug and he thanks Kat before adding milk and sugar.
“Yours is made how you like it. I only brought the milk and sugar for him,” she says with a wink and a tip of her head in Ronan’s direction. Is this what domesticated looks like? If so, I’m fucking happy with it.
“Can I help?” she says, and I don’t miss the fact that she looks a little nervous about asking that question.
“You can actually,” I reply, and she instantly relaxes. “You can get ready because we’re going out.”
“We are?”
“Yes. Dress in something comfortable.”
She leaves my office to go and get ready, but I could bet my life on it that she isn’t expecting me to take her to a gun range. She needs to learn to shoot. And quick.
* * *
As she stands there in tight jeans, a loose tee which hangs down one of her shoulders to reveal her lightly tanned skin beneath, hair hanging down her back in loose waves, ankle boots, goggles on her face and a gun in her hand, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy before in my life.
She’s concentrating, her eyes trained on the target as she gets ready to pull the trigger. And when she fires and makes the hit straight in the heart, I feel my dick twitch.
Fucking hell. I should have brought her here sooner because this is an image that I never knew I needed.
We’ve been here for the last hour, and so far, her gun training is going better than I expected. Having never picked up a gun before, she’s a natural, and it is just another confirmation that she belongs with me.
She fires a few more shots, hitting the mark every time. She’s got a good eye for this, and I have to say that I am more than a little relieved because I don’t want her to be a sitting duck.
A woman that can handle herself and handle me… never thought I’d ever find her, but I did, and although I’m actually fucking scared that she could be taken from me, I’m also liking that I have someone to protect so fiercely that I would do anything for them. Of course I’ve always taken care of my people, but for her, it’s just so much more.
She turns around, dropping her hands and holding the gun at her side as she looks at me.
