Page 88 of Breaking Conviction
Fuck… what if I don’t get out of this?
As he retold his story, Wes swiped at his face, massaging his eyes. Thankfully, after pictures were taken, he’d been given the opportunity to wash his hands.
“Sounds like defense of others to me…barely.” Henry gave Wes a pointed look. “Listen, man. Dean left on a shitty note with the station—”
“Really?” Wes was unable to keep the question out of his voice. “Naomi said he had lots of cop buddies?”
“Nah, man. Dude took bribes. When he got offered that cushy ass gig with AIE Securities, an internal investigation was already in the works against him.”
“No shit?” Wes felt his eyes go wide in surprise as he ruffled his hair. “Naomi had no idea, I’m sure of it.”
Henry shrugged. “He’s still got some friends. She wasn’t wrong about that. But no one with near enough clout to make a difference.” His eyes darkened, but then he shook his head. “This doesn’t look too good for him.”
Wes nodded, unsure of what else to say. Finally, he cleared his throat past the dryness there. “Can I go?”
Henry nodded. “Yeah, but stick by your phone ‘kay? I gotta go interview Dean at the hospital. Then, since a former officer was involved, I’m gonna take the case to a judge to cover all my bases with warrants. Should be exactly what I said, but it’s always good to be available if we need ya, ya know?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure. Damn… thanks, Henry. I owe ya one. I’m headin’ back to BlackStone to make sure Naomi and Thea are alright.”
Henry nodded. “Just… be careful. When Dean gets outta the hospital, he might get a bond. No tellin’ what he’ll do once he makes it and gets outta jail.”
“Thanks for the tip, Henry. Be safe.” Wes raised his hand to say goodbye and tried not to focus on the bandaged wounds there from punching Dean.
The ride back to BlackStone was a blink and a blur. When he got to the facility, he parked his Trackhawk, ignored the aches already setting in after the fight, and took the steps two at a time to the residence wing.
“Wes.” His name was a prayer, and before he could fully register what was happening, he was enveloped in a warm embrace. Vanilla sugar calmed his senses and immediately set his muscles at ease as he returned the hug.
“Naomi.” He wrapped his arms around her to hold her close as she clung to him, much like she had when she’d taken him out of his trance with Dean. The other hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers threading through the soft dark auburn tresses.
She leaned back and locked her fiery brown eyes, full of emotion, onto his.
“Thank you.”
He was stunned by her whispered gratitude, and even more surprised at her fierce kiss. Adrenaline that had taken over his body during the fight surged through him again, demanding a completely different dance. He picked up the rhythm and devoured her, sweeping his tongue against hers.
With her still wrapped around him, he walked them by the kitchen toward his room. Visions of the last time they were in that exact spot burst into his mind, and his length hardened against his pants zipper. Just like last time, he couldn’t take his lips off her, craving her for dessert again.
“Thea?” His voice was heavy with need, even to his own ears.
“Asleep.” She held on to his shoulders and nipped up his jawline. “Out like a light.”
“Good.”
Back first, he barreled into his room, turning the doorknob with the hand that wasn’t helping lift her, pressing her core against his lower abs. Once they were inside, he led her to his bed, turning to collapse backward onto the mattress. The motion brought out the aches in his muscles from his fight with Dean, but he’d be damned before he broke the moment with Naomi.
He stroked up her dress, loving the feel of her soft thighs under his fingertips. Loving even more when he drove them farther up and grasped her ass hard in his grip.
She moaned into his mouth and ground her pussy against his shaft. The fabric of his jeans prevented them from connecting and he growled against her lips in frustration. She paused the kiss before nibbling his neck and shoving her hands underneath his shirt. Her nails scratched him just hard enough to make him hiss as the cotton rolled up.
“Off,” she whispered, and Wes lifted into a sit-up to help her tear his shirt over his head. When it was gone, he couldn’t stand not kissing her, so he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.
“Shit,” Naomi hissed in pain and Wes immediately let go. “No, no. It’s okay, he just knocked me around a bit.”
Fury boiled in his veins. He opened his mouth to speak and sat up on his forearms, but she surprised him by pushing him back down to the mattress.
“Listen, troublemaker. I see you gettin’ that alpha male you-better-not-hurt-my-woman look, but I’mfine. Just a little sore.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
