Page 80 of Point of Contact

The words were barely out of his mouth when her body locked tight, squeezing hard and sending him right along with her. He ground against her as his cock jerked, swelling as he finally let go, coming inside her as she came around him.

He struggled to catch his breath as Courtney went limp under him, legs dropping to the mattress as one hand fell across her forehead. As his chest continued to heave in search of more oxygen, he brushed the hair back from her face.

Courtney squinted one eye open at him, looking over his face. "You sound a little out of breath." Her free hand came up to pinch his nipple, sending a zing of pleasure straight to his still half hard cock. "You should work out more."

She was giving him shit and he was more than happy to offer it right back. "I plan on it." He gently eased away from her body, sucking in a breath as he slipped free of her warmth before making his way to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. He came back and sat down beside her, using the warm rag to wipe her clean. "Give me ten minutes and then we can go again."

Her eyes flew open. "What?"

He shot her a smirk. "You said I needed to work out more."

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"SOMETHING'S GOING ON." Pierce stalked past him down the hall, feet moving fast as he made his way into Intel's office with Nate hot on his heels.

Reed raked one hand through his still-damp hair as he chased after them. "I just fucking got here and the shit's already hitting the fan?"

Nate barely slowed down. "Not our fault you're late."

Reed snorted. "I'm not late. I'm just not half an hour early."

Nate shot him a smirk. "For you that's late."

As much as he'd resented his job at Alaskan Security he'd always taken it seriously. It was how he helped care for his father and kept his parents comfortable in their house even when the medical bills never stopped coming.

"I had to drop Courtney off at my parents' place." Normally he wouldn't have explained himself. He'd spent his entire time at Alaskan Security making sure his work life and personal life were separate, but Courtney had changed more than just his morning routine.

She'd changed the way he looked at things. Made him realize she wasn't the only one he'd judged harshly. The only one he'd tried to put in a box to protect himself from shame. Shame he now knew was unwarranted.

Nate gave him a slow nod. "I get it." He offered a lopsided grin in spite of the situation. "My mornings have changed too."

Reed opened his mouth to ask Nate more about his new normal but was cut off by a screeching squeal of outrage coming from Intel's office.

They picked up the pace and cleared the door just as Heidi stood up, her wide eyes fixed on the screen of her computer. "You've got to be kidding me." Her face went pale as her focus snapped to where he stood,.

A chill settled in his veins. "What's wrong?"

Her eyes moved to Pierce before coming back his way. She held up one hand. "Don't get mad."

"That's not a good way to start a conversation." He scanned the room to find nearly every set of eyes on him. "What's going on?"

Heidi took a breath so deep it lifted her shoulders. "We might have put a few cameras around your parents' house." The words rushed out, but she didn't give him time to respond before continuing, words coming fast and rambling. "I know you were trying to sort of keep things separate so I didn't tell you, but you know there's no real way to keep shit separate with what we do and I was worried about them so I wanted to keep an eye on them." She pursed her lips on a cringe before repeating her earlier request. "Don't be mad."

Surprisingly, he wasn't. "Why does this matter now?"

She chewed her lower lip, looking panicked. "It matters because the cameras just started going out."

"Shit." He turned, racing from the room without waiting to hear any more information. It didn't matter. The last two times cameras went out, buildings blew up. And right now the building in question contained everything that mattered to him in the world.

Nate kept up with him, boots hitting the industrial carpet as they ran toward the garage. There was no time to waste putting together a team. No time to come up with a plan. No time to do more than grab their weapons, jump into a Jeep and peel out of the garage, knowing backup would be close behind them.

He called Heidi on the drive, getting as much information as he could on the way over. The minutes it took to get to his parents' neighborhood passed like hours, even though Nate was breaking all the traffic laws he'd expected to be enforcing at this point in his life.

When they finally reached the edge of the small cluster of houses where he grew up, Reed scanned the area for any sign of who or what might have taken out the cameras. But whoever installed them did a hell of a job making them hard to find, even with Heidi’s description of the locations, so he was left using the skills he'd learned from his father to track the men responsible for taking them out instead.

And it was definitely someone with skill.

He pointed at an empty lot butting up against the end of the street. "Park there."

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