Page 52 of Damaged Protector

I set the gun down on the couch as she stretched, testing her muscles. “A lot. I still feel a knot under my shoulder right blade though. It’s deep. I might have to see a massage therapist to get rid of it. You know of any around here that don’t charge an arm and a leg?”

I knew a good massage therapist could be expensive, and Mal seemed to be worried about the money, so I did the only thing I could think of. I pressed my thumb below the bone and located the bunched up muscle.

“There?”

“Oh my… yes! Right there.”

She leaned forward a bit as I worked out the kinks, finding another smaller knot on the left side as well. And she kept on with those sexy little sounds of pleasure.

My traitorous cock liked those noises very much. He was trapped down my right pant leg, straining to be set free, and I wondered if it would be too obvious if I attempted to adjust him to a less constrictive position.

Then Mal scooted back an inch, the firm roundness of her perfect ass pressing directly against my erection. I was aware the second she noticed because she bolted upright and tensed.

“Oh. Sorry,” she peeped, inching her hips forward again. I could see the flush creeping up the back of her neck and chuckled.

“Don’t take it personally,” I assured her, digging my thumb in and massaging tiny circles against the receding knot. “It’s a natural response to hearing all that fucking moaning you’ve been doing.”

“I—me? What?” She was flustered, embarrassed that she’d given me a boner.

“It’s all right, Little Bee, but maybe you could tone it down a bit.”

She glanced over her shoulder, a sly smile curling up toward her reddened cheeks. “Oh, so I probably shouldn’t say, ‘Oh, Hawk. Right there.’” She drew out each teasing word, and I laughed.

“Yeah, you should probably lay off that kind of talk.”

“But your thumbs are soooo big and harrrrd.”

“Cut it out, you little shit,” I said, swatting her lightly on the back of the head before lifting her by the waist and setting her on the couch beside me. “I think that’s enough excitement for one night.”

Dipping her head tritely, she looked up at me through her lashes. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all,” I promised her. “Rogue dicks are something all guys have to deal with.”

Her eyes widened in shock for a second before she grinned. “Thank god I don’t have one. I’d never be able to control it.”

What the fuck did that mean?

August seriously couldn’t get here soon enough.

Chapter 15

“Got you all set up,” Lynn said as I sat in her office on Wednesday morning and slid the last of the paperwork across the smooth glass top of her desk. “Your paychecks will be sent directly to your bank account.”

Lynn was the office manager at DFW Security Force and Journey’s wife. I’d spent the past two days with Journey, learning the ropes of her job. She sat beside me in a padded chair and rubbed her belly.

“You all right?” I asked.

Her dark dreadlocks bounced as she nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Just feeling tight.”

When she winced and moved her hands to her lower back, Lynn and I locked eyes. “Uh, babe. Is your back hurting?”

“My back’s always hurting these days,” she retorted, clenching her jaw.

“More than usual?”

Sucking in a hissing breath through her teeth, she admitted, “Yeah, maybe. It was aching about five minutes ago, but it went away so I thought it was gas or something.”

“Okay, that’s probably contractions. We’re going to the hospital,” Lynn announced calmly, rising and pulling her brown purse from the drawer.

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