Page 96 of Tactical Lies

But he had stepped out of his own way, stopped letting his guilt and shame stand between him and Becca, and now he had the second chance he’d craved with the woman he loved.

“We’ll keep her safe,” Jake assured Cade, whose face had taken on a worried expression. “We’ll keep all of us safe. They aren't getting to us again.”

They were all taking precautions to make sure that happened. Bodyguards were hired for Willow, Susanna, Becca, Gabriella, and Esther. There were no other lost loves floating around out there for Jake or Jax that could be in danger. They were all going to try to distance themselves from any friends or neighbors they feared could be targeted, and they were doubling down their efforts to get answers.

It was all they could do for now and they had to pray it was enough.

Leaving Becca on the couch, Connor followed his brothers and their girlfriends to the front door so he could set the alarm. While he and Becca had been at the hospital and giving statements, he’d had his entire system upgraded, there were cameras everywhere, the system would send alerts to his brother and local law enforcement, and he had a whole stash of weapons. Becca was going to be living with him from here on out and he wasn't going to risk her safety for anything.

Becca was yawning when he headed back into the living room and his entire being softened at the sight of her, especially when she gave him a sleepy smile.

“You ready for bed, moonlight?” he asked as he went to her and gathered her into his arms.

“Mmm, yeah. Thought for a while I’d never get to curl up in a bed beside you again.” Her face nuzzled his neck as he carried her upstairs.

So had he.

For a while, he’d thought he was never going to be able to touch her, hold her, kiss her, or make love to her. That the chance he’d worked hard to prove to Becca he was worthy of would have been for nothing.

“What do you want, baby? A bath, shower, sex, sleep?” he asked in his bedroom.

“You know what I want,” she whispered, a distinct sleepy note to her voice.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Setting her on her feet, Connor stripped off her clothes, and then his own, and pulled back the covers. Scooping Becca up again he laid her down then stretched out beside her.

As soon as he was lying down, she crawled down his body until she could take his length inside her mouth. Pulling the blankets up enough to cover Becca, leaving his torso exposed, Connor tangled his hand in her hair and began to massage her scalp.

Moments later she drifted off to sleep, her lips still around his length.

There was no better way to fall asleep after the events of the last day than in his bed, in the home he’d bought with Becca in mind, buried inside her hot mouth, and Connor couldn’t be happier.

August 24th

9:27 A.M.

Becca grumbled when she woke up to find that Connor’s length was no longer in her mouth.

This wasn't the first time she’d fallen asleep that way, so she knew that it always slipped out as soon as she drifted off but she missed the comforting and reassuring feel and taste of him between her lips.

She had a vague recollection of waking at some time during the night, grabbing the covers Connor had tucked up to her shoulders leaving his torso uncovered, and fixing that. She liked being completely cocooned under the soft blankets, the dark of it different than the dark at the cabin had been, warmer, cozier, safer.

Other than losing her hold on Connor, she hadn't shifted much, she was still curled in a ball against his leg, her cheek pillowed on his muscular thigh. One of his hands rested on her head, his fingers lightly tangled in her hair, the slight sting as reassuring as the warmth and strength in the leg she nuzzled her cheek against.

Her movement alerted Connor that she was awake. His fingers shifted, stroking along her scalp, and she moaned and reached out a hand to grasp his hardening length. She smoothed her fingers along him, enjoying the way he continued to harden at her touch. It was powerful feeling in control of who she touched and who got to touch her.

With Connor she was truly safe, and it was such a heady feeling that she opened her mouth and shifted so she was straddling his legs and took him between her lips, sucking long and hard, savoring the feel and taste of him, something she’d thought she would never have again.

“Mmm, baby, I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” Connor moaned, his hands tangling in her loose locks.

Becca hummed her agreement around his length making him groan, his fingers tightening.

Power.

Control.

Both were important to her.

But equally as important was the fact that Connor loved her. He happily gave up power and control and handed them to her because he loved her, because he wanted her to know she was safe with him, and he only wanted what was best for her.

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