“Where are you staying?” he asked.
“I’m staying at Parker’s to keep him safe from Elias and his thugs.”
“I’ll be over first thing tomorrow morning, and we’re going to talk. I’m on your side. Trust me. We’ve been after Elias and his crew for years.”
“I don’t trust anyone,” I said, raising my brow.
“I’m not just anyone. Ask Parker. I reviewed the camera footage outside the bar. A man about six feet three, muscular, dressed in all black, and wearing a mask, approached Harrison in the alley as he was walking to his car. See, I’m sharing information with you, and I expect you to extend me the same courtesy.” He walked away.
Sighing, I walked back into the waiting room.
“We’re leaving,” Parker said.
“Love is going to stay with our dad, and we’re coming back first thing in the morning,” Roman said.
Parker dropped off Roman first and then pulled into his driveway.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” Julian hugged him. “Paige.” He nodded.
Parker and I stepped into the house. The first thing he did was go over to the bar and pour us a scotch.
“Here. I’m sure you need this.” He handed me the glass. “I know I need the whole fucking bottle.”
“Thanks. Tell me about Detective Simon Kind.”
“He’s an excellent detective and a good friend. All of the Kinds are. You can trust him, Paige. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“He’s a cop, Parker. There are a lot of dirty cops.”
“He’s not dirty. Never has been. Never will be.”
As I stared into his eyes, I could see the panic and worry about his father. Stepping closer to him, I grabbed his hand.
“Your dad is going to be okay. I will get Elias, and all of this will be over soon.”
“It doesn’t seem like it,” he said, bringing his hand up to my face.
Our eyes stayed locked on each other, and it was as if all time stopped. Leaning in, his lips softly brushed against mine. Our kiss turned passionate, and I didn’t stop him. I needed this as much as he did.
He picked me up and carried me upstairs. Our clothes came off in a flash as we fell back onto the bed. He hovered over me, his fingers trailing down my torso as his warm lips pressed against my neck. I gasped when his fingers dipped inside, exploring me until I orgasmed. His mouth clamped around each of my breasts before traveling down below. The pleasure and satisfaction overtook me as another orgasm ripped through me. Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand, he pulled out a condom and rolled it over his hard cock before slipping inside me. Moans escaped us simultaneously as he thrust in and out. Pushing him off me, he rolled onto his back, and I climbed on top, my hips grinding into him while my hands rested on his muscular chest. He threw his head back while pleasurable moans erupted from him.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful.” His hands gripped my hips.
I sped up the pace, rocking back and forth.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” he moaned, holding my hips down.
I let out a loud moan at the pleasure and collapsed on him. I could feel his heart racing along with mine.
Climbing off him, I rolled over and covered myself with the sheet. After disposing of the condom, he hooked his arm around me. I snuggled my body against his. There was something about him I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it was the way his arm curled around me with just the right amount of pressure. Not too tight. Not too loose. I never allowed a guy I slept with to hold me, but he was different. I couldn’t explain it, and I didn’t want to.
“What happened to you?” he asked in a low voice.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
“Come on, Paige. Enough,” he snapped. “You at least owe me something.”
In my mind, I had a sense that I could show him all my broken pieces without fear of judgment. He didn’t trust me, and I needed to give him a reason to. I propped myself up on my elbow and stared at him.