Page 29 of Deadly Hacker

“It’s a cruel world out there,” Rad answered mysteriously.

Emma Jean turned her head slightly and made close eye contact with him. She studied his gaze, looking for secrets. She could tell there was more to Rad than what he presented to her. There was no reason for some high-roller in business finance to carry, much less use, a gun. Sure, Las Vegas was no crimeless utopia, and there were dangerous parts of town. But he seemed to be an expert, judging from his casual comfort with the firearm.

“So you make sure you have a solid grip, then you look through the sight here at the end of the barrel, just before the muzzle,” Rad went on explaining.

Emma Jean closed one eye and peered through the sight. There was a large, bulbous cactus several yards ahead of them. If she squinted a little, she could almost imagine it was a big, scary man lurching toward them.

Suddenly, she was transported back to that moment in the elevator. The doors sliding open against her will, the bank full of cowering people. The gunman turning around to look at the elevator full of sitting ducks and Emma Jean’s heart pounding as she waited for the doors to close again. Her whole body froze up as the terrifying memory washed over her.

“Emma Jean,” Rad whispered gently, folding in around her. “Are you with me?”

She blinked rapidly and shook her head as though to shake off the negative memory.

“I’m here,” she mumbled. “I’m with you.”

She realized that her finger had slid up instinctively to rest against the trigger. When she noticed that, she nearly dropped the gun out of horror. She shuddered and Rad released her, holding the gun safely down at his side. Emma Jean stumbled back and raked a hand back through her blonde curls, taking deep breaths to calm down.

“Remember, the gun isn’t loaded,” he reminded her. “You’re safe.”

“I don’t like it,” she said. “I don’t like how it feels.”

Rad set the gun down and walked over to pull her into his arms. “You never have to do that again. As long as you’re with me, only one of us needs to carry that thing.”

Emma Jean looked up at him with curiosity again. “You’re not telling me everything, are you, Rad?” she whispered.

He gave her a smile that instantly lifted her mood a few levels. He kissed her, then pulled back to say, “There will be time to unravel it all. I don’t want to scare you away.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Rad. I never have been. I trust you. Why can’t you trust me?” she asked him fervently.

“I do, baby. From the moment I first saw you, I’ve believed in you. One hundred percent. I meant it when I said you could do anything. You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re gentle, and you’re smart as hell. I saw the way you handled that horrific situation on Friday. I’m so proud of you, Emma Jean, but you don’t have to do it all. You don’t have to take care of everyone and put yourself last. Let me put you first. Let me handle the danger and the money so you can do what you do best,” Rad insisted. “I can’t tell you everything just yet. But I can promise you, my priorities are clearer than they’ve ever been before. You’re it for me, Emma Jean.”

She heard the truth in his words. There was no trace of smooth-talking, no hint of mockery. He wasn’t messing around. He was being honest. Emma Jean felt the sting of tears in her eyes and she tried to look away, as though blinded by the brightness of Rad’s emotion. But he delicately held her chin in his hands and turned her head back to face him.

“I mean it,” he growled. “I can take care of you. Let me.”

Emma Jean’s eyes fluttered down to his lips. Her body language gave her away. It was true; he could take care of her in so many ways. And he knew just what she wanted.

He dove in for a passionate kiss, cupping his hands around her face. He deepened the kiss and pressed his tongue against hers, eliciting a soft moan from Emma Jean. His hands slid down her neck to brush the robe back from her shoulders. It dropped to the ground and Emma Jean’s body glistened in the glow of sunrise. The sudden change in temperature made goosebumps appear on her skin, and her nipples stiffened in the breeze. Rad groped her breasts, rolling the erect peaks between his fingers as he kissed bruising bites into her ticklish neck.

Emma Jean’s arms dropped around him so that her fingernails gently scratched down his back. He groaned and slid his hand up to gently cover her throat. She tilted her head back and he gave only the faintest, teasing squeeze. Rad swept that hand back to gather her hair in his fist, holding her in place. He shrugged off his robe, his brown eyes ferocious with desire as he looked her up and down. Rad stepped behind her with his cock straining against her bare ass. Still gently gripping her hair, he nudged her forward so that she was nearly pressed against the side of the RV. He pushed up behind her so his body was flush with hers. He wrapped his free arm around to feel her up lewdly, his fingers taking their time as they explored. Emma Jean arched her back and rubbed her ass against his stiff cock.

“Be careful, baby,” he growled. His breath tickled her ear. “You’re playing with fire.”

“I know what I’m doing,” she whispered back.

He gave her hair a soft tug, pulling her back so he could kiss her on the lips. Meanwhile, his hand was stroking his cock against her ass. He tapped on her supple rear end, making it jiggle slightly. Emma Jean rutted back into him, begging for more.

He positioned the head of his cock at her slick hole. He teased her with a few circles around her slit before pushing inside. Emma Jean shivered with pleasure as her pussy contracted around him. Rad reached around to press two fingertips to the hood of her clit. With every slow thrust he pushed a little deeper inside of her. He used his fingers to fork around each side of her clit and gently massage back and forth, occasionally sweeping one fingertip directly over the pink bud of nerves to make her startle and moan. His cock struck deep inside of her each time, the pounding rhythm sending Emma Jean into dizzy bliss. She felt herself clench around his shaft as a climax rushed over her.

“Mmm, yes,” she breathed, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs onto the desert sand.

Rad released her hair and used that hand to fondle her breasts. She pressed into his hand, rutting back and forth along with every drive. His stiff cock rubbed against that delicious dark place within her, and Emma Jean let out a whimper as she came again. Her legs trembled now, thighs shaking and clenching shut. Rad used his own strength to bolster her and hold her in place while he plowed into her harder and faster.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” Rad snarled.

“Only for you,” she hissed back. “Always you.”

“That’s right. All mine. My good girl,” he grunted.

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