10. Cash

There'snothing like the taste of her lips. Like strawberries and whipped cream all wrapped up with dark, sinful chocolate. I slip my tongue inside her mouth and swallow her soft moan, slipping alongside hers and wrapping around it, growling at the sweet taste of her, the soft feel of her in my arms.

I can feel my boys around me but I'm too lost in her to notice.

Until the door slams into the wall and I jerk my lips from hers thrusting her wilting body behind me.

One of the security guard's stands in the doorway with his mouth open, Courtney's assistant behind him, her mouth open and the desk phone receiver in her hand.

"Move away from Ms. Monroe," he growls, finally remembering his fucking job. This guy wouldn't last an hour at our company. I'd can him in ten minutes. Hell, his voice even shakes.

"Hold it, Greg! They're alright!" The gun he's holding in his hand drops and I draw in a deep breath. Then I stalk over and take the gun out of his unresisting hand.

"You don't point a gun unless you intend to use it," I snarl, unloading it and handing it back to him. "And I suggest you go to a gun range and get some lessons before you ever do something like that again!"

"But…". His voice trails off and I growl, stalking back to where Court is slumped over the desk, panting and hiding her face in her hands.

"Are you alright, baby girl?"

She peeks up at me. Her face is pale but I swear I see a little humor in her eyes. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

I choke on a laugh. In some ways it's funny, in some ways it's not. I wrap my arms around her and she melts into me, her soft curves in the thin dress that barely covers her perfectly fitting against my painfully hard body.

Yeah, I think I've been hard as a rock since she walked into Club Sin yesterday. And no matter how many times I came I think I'll spend the rest of my days fucking rock hard around her.

The guard clears his throat and I turn, growling at him. He pales and steps back to the door, grimacing even more when Reid and Max shadow him. Neither one of them cracks a smile as they follow him slowly.

Court sighs. "It's fine. You can leave. I'm perfectly safe with these guys."

Max snorts. "I don't think I like the way you phrased that."

Courtney chuckles. "I'm sure."

Reid and Max shepherd the inept security guard out the door and they close it in his face as he turns around and opens his mouth to say something.

"Thanks. We'll take care of Ms. Monroe."

Courtney chokes on Max's words. "Really? I never said you could even stay in my office let alone stick around long enough to take care of me."

I run my hands up and down her arms and struggle to keep my anger in check. "We actually need to discuss something important with you."

Her red brow lifts. "I'm not sure I like the sounds of that."

"It's not gonna be fun that's for sure," Reid grunts and then he leads Court over to the leather couch in the room.

"Come on, princess. Let's talk."

She sits down, her green eyes wary and concerned. "Should I be worried? Is this about this morning again. I mean, I told you I had to get to work and I told you that as far as I was concerned it was one night."

I want to ask her if she's changed her mind but I feel like that would be pushing her a little too far too fast.

Not that I'm against that on the whole but I have a feeling with the rest of this conversation that might just send her running again.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair, sitting down on the coffee table in front of the couch while Reid and Max slip onto the couch on each side of her.

"Okay. How well do you know that Evan guy?" Reid shoots me a strange look, his brow raised. That isn't how we intended to start this conversation. But I've changed my mind. There's something skeezy that that guy is trying to hide under his comparatively innocuous exterior.

I think he's more dangerous than he looks and I'm not so sure that he's not the mysterious driver from this morning.

But what could he possibly want with following Courtney around when she's not at work.

She jumps when I grasp her hands and then glares at me, pulling them out of my hands. "Evan was my Dad's best friend and he's been there for me since I was born. I would think it's pretty apparent how well I know him. He's a good guy.

I nod my head. "Okay. We'll table that discussion for right now. But there is something that concerns us about this morning."

"Spit it out, Cash," she snarls.

"Okay, here goes." I glance over at Reid and Max, both of whom don't look entirely confident with how this conversation is going. "Someone was following your car when you left Club Sin this morning."

Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open, immediately bringing back thoughts of last night and how good she felt all around me. Her body is made for me and my friends. We're a brotherhood and that brotherhood was made to love one Courtney Monroe until the day one or all of us die.

"How do you know that?" Her eyes narrow and I really wish she hadn't asked that question or at least hadn't asked it so quickly. I was hoping to sneak that into the conversation.

Blowing out a breath, I pause and just blurt it out because no matter how much I try to soften it, she's gonna be pissed.

"Because we actually had some guys that were following you and your driver this morning and they saw the other car in front of them. They got their license plate and it's a fleet car from this company."

She sits up straight and holds up her hand. "Are you telling me that you've had somebody following me? For how long?"

Dammit! She's really good at figuring out the worst questions to ask. At least for us.

"Since we took over the company six months ago." Reid and Max both cringe a bit when she jumps up and stomps back and forth across the room.

"Have you three lost your minds?!" Her voice is on a level that could hurt dogs two towns over. Sharp and shrill enough to make their ears bleed.

"We were trying to make sure that you were safe. And it looks like it's a good thing that we did because now we know that someone followed you from the club."

As an argument it's a bit flawed and she picks up on it right away. Her mouth twists and she crosses her arms over her plump chest, making my mouth water when her tits mound over top of her arms. I want to dive right in there and bury my face in her fantastic boobs until she drops to her knees and then screams for me to make her come. Hell, I want to make her come just sucking on her boobs.

But when her mouth opens, I force myself to force those images out of my head. It's dangerous to lose your focus around Court. She's a strong woman and she's not someone you can push around to get what you want. She'll make you regret it and suffer.

"Did you guys happen to stop and think about coming to talk to me before this? Since you were following me anyway," she huffs.

I glance over at Reid and shrug and he sighs, standing as well. "That was my choice, Court. We needed to make sure that your Dad didn't catch sight of us. At least not until we figured out how to get you alone. It seems like you're always with someone."

"Awesome. That's because I work, Reid. I work hard."

"I know that," he grunts and his blue eyes follow her pacing, the restless, needy look of her making a banked fire flare in his eyes. I know we're thinking the same thing but we can't just take her. We're at her business and if there's one thing I think our princess would really get pissed about it's being diminished at her job. We've already kind of pushed the issue on that.

"I need to think. I need you three to leave me alone so I can think about this."

I hand her the paper with the license plate number. "Maybe you could get me the name of the person who used that car last night?"

She glares at me but takes the paper and nods her head towards the door.

When we stride out, she pretty much slams the door right in our face. Her assistant is sitting there with her mouth open, her eyes running up and down our bodies and I want to tell her to knock it off, we're taken. But Max steps in and takes her hand, charming her panties right off until she's agreed to keep an eye on Court and let us know if she leaves or goes somewhere else.

That will have to do for now. Hopefully our little princess doesn't stay too mad at us for too long.

But for right now, I want my computer. I've got a slimy little fucker to run and possibly the other one as well.

I want information and I intend to get it. Consequences be damned. This is too fucking important to worry about Court's injured feelings. This is about our princess's safety and I will not tolerate anything less than perfection with that. Not from me or anyone else.

"Let's go. I've got some fuckers to check out." And we storm out of that office like all the hounds of hell are hot on our heels.