Page 25 of The Warrior's Salvation

EVIE

Istare down at my lap where the burner phone from Darren rests on my thigh, hidden from view. Da and Jasper are still out, despite the talks for ending the strike going well. I've heard that a shipment has gone missing somewhere, just pharmaceuticals as far as I know, but they're having to deal with the fallout at the docks and that means Lochlan is still hovering. His tendency to show up and question me hedges me in, meaning I can't just drop everything and rush down to the parking lot like Darren is insisting.

I hear him in Da's office shouting into his phone, muffled by the walls the way Da's voice normally is when he's upset. Maybe it's something about that office, but it seems to drive the men who work in it to rage. Something slams into the wall and I jolt. A few heads rise slowly and look in that direction, but I dip my chin to my chest.

Darren insists I come down to speak with him instantly, but if I get up and go down there right now, Lochlan will follow me. If he does that and sees me with Darren Connelly, he will question everything and who knows what will happen then? I'm barely keeping Darren happy as it is.

After four days out sick, too tired and nauseous to get up in the morning, I'm finally back at work, and this asshole thinks I can jump at his beck and call. I glance at the door to Da's office knowing Lochlan will flip out if I walk away from my desk. He's had someone driving me to and from work, watching my every move. I swear he paid Greg to tell him when I go to the fucking toilet.

Whatever he thinks might be going on is nothing compared to what is actually going on, and I'm afraid if I don't find out what Connelly wants, it's only going to get worse. I have to get down there to speak to him, and I can't let Lochlan's bullying ways stop me. My father can't go to prison because I failed him.

Standing, I smooth my hands down my skirt and turn toward the office door. A few sets of eyes watch me stride toward it, closing in on the boom of Lochlan's shouts. My hand rests on the knob, and I swallow a bit of nerves. He could be furious for my walking in on him when he's upset, but he could also calm down a little. He has to know we can all hear him, even if we can't make out what he's saying.

The door creaks open and his attention snaps on my face. I see the cup that holds Da's pens on the floor by the door with pens scattered around it, handle broken off, and I know what he threw.

"I gotta go, Ro. I'll call you back," he grunts into the phone before hanging it up.

"Hi," I say meekly, closing the door behind myself. "You're pretty upset, huh?" If I can find a way to calm him down, get him a bit distracted, maybe then I'll be able to slip out and find out what the hell Darren wants to get him off my back.

"What do you want?" he asks gruffly, dropping his phone on the desk. He rakes a hand across his face and then through his hair.

"Everyone can hear you shouting." I step farther into the room, closer to him. A plan starts to form in my mind. He needs to relax, and I need him distracted, and maybe my feminine wiles are what this job calls for. Though I still feel a bit nauseous.

"Yeah, well that's life, right?" His elbows plant hard on the desk, both hands on his head. He is very stressed, maybe because he's stuck behind this desk when he's used to being out and about. I know his history as a military man. He's probably used to action and fighting—very fitting for a criminal.

"Maybe I can help you relax?" I walk around the desk, grip his shoulders with both hands. My thumbs press into his taut muscles and my body begins to warm. Being near him does this to me because of the chemistry we share, but I try to keep a level head.

"You think that will help?" he says dryly. He's right. I have no clue how to actually relax him enough to get his mind in a calm state and buy myself ten minutes of privacy.

"I can try?" I'm no good at this. That much should be obvious to him. I'm twenty-one, barely know anything about this world, and he seems more irritated that I'm trying to give him a rub down. I feel stupid now. I want to slink away and just try to sneak out without his seeing me. It might be my only option.

But Lochlan's shoulders stiffen, his body straightening. He turns until his chair swivels around, knees brushing mine, then he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me down until I'm seated on his lap, yelping in shock.

"I have something else in mind." His greedy hands paw at my hips, pulling me against his body, and I'm confused when his lips close over mine roughly. But I go with it, not fighting him. If this is what he thinks will work, then I have to go along with him. It's not like I haven't fucked him a few times already.

"You, on my desk, now," he grunts, and his hands start maneuvering me before I can protest.

"Loch—on Da's desk?" I question. My feet barely hit the floor before he turns me and I find myself draped over the desk. Papers fall off, the stapler too, and I grip the edge while he hikes up my skirt hard, shoving it around my waist and stripping my panties down to my ankles in one movement.

"Loch, this isn't—" I start to protest as I feel his length against my entrance, and then I gasp as he pushes in without warning. I’m not even worked up, still dry enough that he has to work to force his dick into me. He likes it rough, and he likes me to fight him, so I’m not sure what to think or feel. Until he starts thrusting slowly, filling me, then pulling out. His dick slicks my entrance slowly but surely, and I find myself clawing at the desk, arching into his movements.

“Look at that ass pucker,” he grunts, gripping my right ass cheek with his palm. “One day, I’ll take that too.”

I grit my teeth when his thumb presses the tight ring of muscles, whimper when he picks up speed. My body is on fire now, aching to feel that sweet release.

“Christ,” I pant. “Oh, God, Loch!”

“Mmm, we finally agree on something,” he growls as he grinds against me, his thumb stoking the fire low in my belly. I can’t believe I’m liking this. I don’t want to, but God, does it feel good. My hips start to move more frantically in time with his, and when his hand grips my hair hard and forces my head up, I know he’s close too.

My head arches back so hard I almost can’t breathe. I reach a hand under my body, rubbing my swollen clit feverishly to push myself closer, and before my body snaps, I feel his release, hot and sticky. It coats my insides as he slows, then drains down my thighs when he pulls out, and I’m left breathless, fingers drenched in his hot release as his grip on my hair tugs me backward and up to a standing position.

I'm in shock, panties around my ankles, body quivering with need as he zips his pants and sits back down. His cum drains down my leg almost to my knee. He reaches for my wrist and grips my hand, forcing me to wipe myself clean with my own fingers, then lifts an eyebrow as I step back carefully and shake my hand.

It's degrading and gross and so fucking hot how he treats me like his little fuck toy. I'm so horny, I may have to sneak away just to rub off now, but the thought of Darren waiting for me to show up in the parking lot needles its way back into my thoughts.

"Yeah, you're right. I feel better," he says. His head lolls backward on the headrest of the chair and I grit my teeth. My eyes scan the desk and I see one of Da's old work gloves, which I grab and use to wipe my hand clean. Then I bend and yank my panties back up and Lochlan is still loopy, eyes shut and body enjoying his afterglow.

"I'll, uh…" My mind races. If I had time to process any of this, I'd have been sitting on that desk with my legs spread, telling him to devour me. But I don't. And I can't pass over the chance to use this to my advantage. "I'll go get some coffee from that little shop across the street." Backing away slowly, I'm very aware that I smell like sex, but there's nothing I can do about it.

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