Page 94 of Shephard

His grin was the only thing to let me know he wasn’t finished. He was serious about taking all of me. As he turned me over, bending me at the waist and kicking my legs apart, I was given a close view of the person he’d been looking at before. The screen became active as soon as my hand hit it.

Monster.

I felt it.

I sensed it.

I knew it in my cop’s gut.

And for some reason, the dead look in the man’s eyes scared me to death.

Shephard didn’t seem to notice, pressing the crown of his cock against my dark hole. He was careful, gentle, but my muscles still ached as did every other part of my body.

When he was finally seated inside, he pressed his stomach against my back, intertwining our fingers. I purposely turnedmy face the other way, no longer wanting to concentrate on something or someone so horrible.

This man, this moment was all I really wanted and had for most of my life.

A family of my own.

God forgive me, but it was the truth.

His body tensed further, but he continued to pound into me for a full two minutes. Why did it suddenly feel as if he was holding back? When I finally heard his breathing change, I closed my eyes all over again, as he released.

The closeness was everything I’d ever wanted, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d open this door again.

He pulled me against his body. I kept my legs straddled around his waist, my head on his shoulder. It felt good to be so close to him. He wasn’t guarded as usual, although there would always be a part of him that would remain on edge. His intense training wouldn’t allow otherwise.

Everything he’d told me continued to cycle through my mind. I wasn’t upset or angry any longer. Only deeply concerned. How many times would his past come back to haunt him? How many butchers were out there waiting to destroy his life?

“What now?” I finally asked a few minutes later. Lifting my head, I darted my eyes back and forth as I studied his expression. A single bead of sweat was trickling down the side of his face and I couldn’t help swiping the tip of my finger through it.

“Just give me a minute.” He reached around me, grabbing his phone. Before dialing a number, he placed his finger across his lips.

He had me more than curious as to what he had planned.

“Russ,” he said after someone answered the call.

“Why are you calling me, to accept the job offer?”

The man’s voice on the other end of the phone was loud enough I could catch every word.

“Not long term. However, I will come back to work for you on a limited basis.”

“You want Boris.”

“I do.” He glanced into my eyes.

Why did I have a feeling he was using methods of deception?

“I’m glad to hear that, buddy. He’s off the radar, but all my sources indicate he’d headed to the United States. I told you that. Now, it’s confirmed.”

“Interesting. Has he hired his usual group of expendable assassins?”

“That I don’t know.”

I could tell Shephard was having a difficult time not laughing. What was going on?

“What do you know?”

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