Page 59 of Breaking the Code

When I first kneeled before Everly, I told Tavish I wasnae a murderer. I still dinnae believe I am. Maybe I’m splitting hairs, maybe I’m fooling myself, but I feel I’m doing good in the world even if I’m breaking the rules o’ man and God. A song I heard recently

Before I realize it, I’m pacing the hall outside Tavish’s rooms at headquarters. I cannae believe I’m here. Again. After every job, I tell myself not to come, but my body keeps pulling me toward the boy repeatedly. I cannae stay away from him.

My feet stop in front o’ the door for the second or third time. The magnet that is Tavish Buchanan tugs at me, begging me to open the door and claim what I desire most.

My head falls forward, resting against the metal that separates me from him. I fight with myself to step away, and just as I win the battle, I straighten up, and the door opens.

“You didn’t have to knock,” he says.

His gorgeous brown eyes shine up at me through the dark frames on his face. The happy, expectant look fades away the longer I stand there staring at him. He is the eyes and ears o’ this place. I havenae a doubt he ken I was out here all along.

“Are you coming in?” he asks. The hopeful tone puts my heart in a vice, twisting it as if to force it and me into submission.

When I don’t answer, he huffs and turns, walking toward his computer monitors. “If you aren’t coming in, shut the door. And don’t forget to send me the proof of completion of the job you just finished.”

He sits down in the chair and swivels it so his back is to me. I watch as he brings the system back to life, pecking away at the keyboard so fast that iffn I dinnae ken better, I’d think he was typing gibberish. To me, it is gibberish, but I ken to him it’s just another language. One foreign to most o’ us.

Sighing in frustration at my inability to stay away from him, I step into the room and close the door behind me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TAVISH

I’m sitting at my computer, digging for some information, when Draven returns from his latest job.

I’ll admit I send him on jobs other than the ones I find concerning Maeve because I wanted to see him. I miss him, and since he’d put that stupid rule in place about our whatever you wanted to call it, the only time I see him is after a job.

He doesn’t have to check in with me. The nature of this work is pretty solitary. A Ghost never has to set foot in headquarters unless they want to. I rarely see any of the other members. But Draven always comes in after a job.

And I’m not above using that to my advantage.

I want him, and I know he wants me. He’s proven it time and again over the months since we began this pseudo relationship. If all I can have of him is this weirdness we’ve got going on between us, then that’s what I’ll take, but it won’t keep me from pushing for more.

“Here,” he says, handing me the comms unit.

Oooh. Someone’s grumpy.

He always is when he shows up like this. I think it’s because he’s trying to keep me at arm’s length. Whatever it is, every time I see him I push my sunshiny, happy-happy, joy-joy personality at him. And little by little I turn off the grump or, if I’m really lucky, I piss him off enough that he fucks me hard and fast with one of those big hands wrapped around my throat cutting off the air so I can’t say much of anything.

His voice always gets deep and raspy as he tears my ass up with that glorious, ginormous cock. The last time I got him riled up, he fucked me against the wall. He’d shoved me into it face first, one hand around my throat, the other gripping my hip while he slammed into me until I came without either of us touching my dick. I painted the wall with my cum while he held my face against the wall.

That last time lives rent-free in my brain because the sight of the concrete burn on my cheekbone from where it rubbed the wall sparked the daddy in him. I got lots of cuddles and kisses that night. Plus, he slept in the bed with me that night, playing big spoon to my little one.

Then the next morning, I woke up with his cock in my ass. He fucked me for ages, refusing to let me come. He edged me until I begged for relief. Denying me over and over. After filling my ass with his come, he’d sucked me dry.

I fiddle with his comms device, uploading the info to the server before turning back to the code on my screens. I squirm in my desk chair. The memory of him going feral on my ass has my cock plumping up. The blood rushing to my dick dances through my veins, and I can’t keep still. My asshole twitches at the thought of him taking me.

“Did ye eat?” he asks.

“Hmm?” I say, since I wasn’t paying attention. I’m too focused on getting railed and the code I’m running on the screen. For days, I’ve been attempting to hack into an offshore account. I need to know where the asshole I’m searching for is hiding out.

My chair spins around, sending my mouse flying. My face twitches at the sight before me. Before I give myself away, I lunge at Draven, planting my lips on his, unable to keep myself from attacking him. He was gone too long. I kept track of him and watched him, but it wasn’t the same.

I want him with me, over me, in me. I want him riding my ass and fucking with my head.

He pulls away. His face is serious and flat.

Ruh Roh, Raggy! That look spells trouble.

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