12. Reid

My hands are still shaking.And it's not all fear. I'm so pissed that I could cheerfully kill someone with my bare hands.

Cash had a feeling that something like this could happen if Court went somewhere alone and that's why Max charmed the assistant. She called Max as soon as her boss headed downstairs and since we know our little princess and her curiosity wouldn't wait, we all knew where she was going.

Cash was worried when he realized where in the building it was. That basement garage isn't exactly the height of security or bustling with employees.

We should have gotten the information ourselves. But we assumed that she'd be safe.

Now we know. She's never gonna be safe until we figure out what's going on at her company.

So that's what we're gonna do. The sooner the better. Because if I ever have to see something like Court's curvy body outlined and frozen in bright headlights, I might have a heart attack on the spot. I think I lost ten years off my life.

I see her open her mouth in the rearview mirror where I'm watching her. I shake my head. "I'm taking you home and we'll talk when we get there. That way we only have to go over this once."

Instead of arguing she nods and then puts her head back on the plush back seat of my car. Her eyes close and she seems to sink into her own thoughts, her delicate jaw clenched, her body so taut that it looks like she could snap at the drop of a hat.

I lift one shaking hand and push the hair that's falling over my forehead back, running my hand over my eyes and sighing. Thank fuck that Cash is a paranoid son of a bitch or we might have lost her before we actually have her tied down for the rest of our lives.

I finally reach our little estate that we purchased when we came back and took over the company, knowing that we were going to sell our individual places. We need to be together with our girl every damn second of the day.

We also made the room that will be where all of us sleep from now on. Because if Courtney thinks she's going back to her place she's out of her mind.

I punch in the code to our gate and it opens and I can already see that Cash and Max are outside, Cash in his trademark leather jacket and jeans and max dressed in one of his suits that are pretty damn like mine. Not that we're twinsies or anything. We just like to look good.

Cash just wants to scare people and I guess he thinks you can't do that in a suit. I've seen plenty of scary guys in suits so I think he's wrong. But I'm not telling him that.

I pull up in the driveway and Cash grabs the door handle yanking on it, growling when I don't unlock it fast enough. I smirk at him. Sometimes I just like to mess with them.

I finally unlock the door when Courtney grabs for the handle. Max growls when she tries to step out.

"You wait for one of us to help you out, princess. Don't ever touch that door again."

She cocks her head but says nothing which surprises me and the boys. Obviously she's more rattled than I thought she was.

I know I am.

"What happened?" Max grumbles because Cash tucks her little hand under his arm and leads her into the house. Guy's a jealous bastard but he'd never hurt one of us. Or our little princess.

"We'll discuss it inside. After a drink."

I need a fucking drink. This day has been a mess and the last half an hour was worse than anything I've ever experienced. I hope to never look up and see what I saw this afternoon. Court's tiny figure highlighted in the beams of light from that car scared the living hell out of me.

Cash leads Court into the huge living room and over to our overstuffed sofa. She falls into it when he pushes her lightly. And keeps on falling. She scrabbles to try and sit up, lying there like a turtle that's been flipped over on its back.

"Hey, baby. Hang on. We might have to get a new couch," Max laughs and helps her get situated, laughing even harder when she huffs at him.

"We wanted a really comfortable sofa but we might have overdone it."

"You think," she grumbles.

Max and Cash sit down beside her, each one of them holding one of her hands. I pace the living room and then I point at Cash. "You son of a bitch! How the hell did you know that he was going to do that?"

"He who?" Court says, her eyes darting back and forth.

"Who took that car out last night, princess?"

She crosses her arms and eyes all of us like we're about to torture her or something.

We might at some point. But only in the really fun way.

"Fine." She flounces on the seat and glares at all of us. "Evan took it out." Then her eyes dart to her pocket and I nod at it. "What are you hiding, princess?"

Cash reaches over and pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket. All of us stare at it and then Courtney sighs. "He was there in the club the whole time."

Because in Cash's hand is a crumpled invitation to the Club last night. Where the hell did he get that and why? It's a good question because there is some stuff at the club that might be considered unsafe depending on your partner.

It makes me fucking happy as hell that we ended up being there last night. Because the options of what might have happened to her do not make pleasant thoughts.

"I think we have to assume that he had a separate car there last night and that invitation because he intended to grab Court for some reason," Cash says. And that is a chilling thought.

"I think we're gonna have to have a chat with that guy."

"It would be better if I had a chat with him," our little princess says, her back stiff and straight.

"Oh hell no!" Max growls, for once losing his cool. "There is no way in hell you're getting anywhere near that guy."

Her little pointed chin comes up and she glares at all of us. "That's where you're wrong. It's my decision and I'll do what the hell I want."

Exactly the wrong thing to say. All three of us stand up tall and I move closer to her, one careful step at a time, watching her eyes get big and round. I lean down and pen her in with my arms on that overstuffed couch. She flushes and glances away from me, fidgeting in the seat.

"You will not go near that guy until we figure out what the hell he was planning with you."

She grits her teeth and glares at us. "I can't just disappear from work."

"Then one of us will be with you at all times."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not. I'm making sense. You're turning into a hysterical female."

She pushes back against me, her face going red and her green eyes flashing. Damn, she's gorgeous when she's pissed!

I know I said the exact wrong thing too. She stands up so tall that she looks like a warrior goddess. My heart crashes in my chest, all the love I have for this woman rising and almost choking me.

"I have never been and never will be a ‘hysterical female'. I don't appreciate you trying to diminish my thoughts and feelings and the fact that I'm a businesswoman."

"I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have said that." I pull her close and gently caress her cheek, smiling down into her furious gaze. "You know I just get crazy when I think about that car coming at you. It's driving me nuts and I can't stop thinking about what could have happened if I hadn't been there."

Her eyes soften and her hand comes up to touch my chin as she drags it down to her lips, smiling against mine. "I know. It scared me too. Why don't you let me make you feel better?"

And she drops to her knees, my whole body freezing in the glare of the spotlight that is her right now. I can't see anything but her green eyes looking up at me. I fall into them and groan when her little hands come up, her red fingertips dancing on my zipper.

She opens the zipper and pulls my steely length out and her eyes stay locked on mine as she slips her mouth around the head of my dick and her tongue laps at the weeping slit at the top, moaning when she runs her tongue around her lips and rolls her eyes like she's tasting the finest wine.

"This isn't gonna take much, baby girl."

But she takes her time and slowly, gently licks around my head, her eyes totally focused on me.

Reid and Max don't even attempt to get involved in this one since this is mine. My fear, my need. Just mine.

I wrap my fist up in the mess of her glowing, fiery hair that's hanging around down her shoulders and begin to push and pull her back and forth on my pole.

She doesn't resist just relaxes her throat like the good little she is and lets me choke her on my cock.

I push so deep that I feel her throat close around the end of my dick, feel her swallow and suck hard. Hear her hum on my cock and then I pull back and she sucks in a harsh breath before I pull her back again.

She grunts and groans and I can't even think beyond the fact that her mouth feels like the most perfect thing except for her pussy.

"You feel so good, baby girl. So damn good. I need you to swallow every last drop of my cum. I want it warming your belly when we fuck you tonight."

And she shivers, her eyes closing as I shove her hard, my balls hitting her chin. Drool drips out of her mouth but she just focuses on me and it's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen in my life.

My balls draw up and a sharp jolt hits my spin right before I shudder and groan, emptying all my release and all my fears and anger right down her pretty throat.

And like the good little girl she is, she sucks down every last drop and licks her red lips, humming happily.

"You're such a good girl. Time for you to get yours, princess."