Page 6 of Closing on Lynx

“Jessikah, I am so sorry.” I’d bet money there is a story into why she is hiding in plain sight.

“Don’t be. I will have to be more cautious, though. They can never find me. He can never find me. I can’t live like that again. I can’t be left for dead,” she mumbles before muttersexcuse meand quickly walks to the stairs and heading up them.

By her action, I can almost guarantee she hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud.

“Fuck,” I whisper as Moose comes to the door and paws to get in. I need to get Neo involved. I want—no, I need—to know everything there is to know about Jessikah Gorman.

Me:Meet me at the table tomorrow. I have a personal favor to ask.

Neo:On it, Pres.

Waiting for Jessikah to return, and while rubbing her adorable dog, it lets me think of different ways I want her in my life. Never been one to go against what my gut is telling me, and it is telling me she is mine. With that settled, I know I need to make sure to show her that not only is she safe with me, but I would give my left nut to protect her. No matter what she is up against.

“We can eat in the living room and watch TV. It’s what I normally do with Moose,” her sweet voice comes from behind me. When I turn around, I am left stunned. She isn’t like other females I have been with. They would have dressed in something skimpy to appease me. But Jessikah is dressed in flannel green and white pajama pants, and a top that says, ‘The shocker is just two in the pink and one in the brown’.

Chuckling, this woman is something that I wasn’t looking for but am so happy she landed in my lap. I’ll have to send Liquid a huge thank you basket.

“We can watch TV. As long as it’s not lovey-dovey bullshit.” I stand and follow her to the counter, asking her to let me help her get dinner served.

“Well, I was planning on watching the hockey game. If that’s okay with you,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as she cuts the lasagne into huge pieces and scoops them out onto her bowl shaped plates, then scoops a huge scoop of salad beside the pasta, and places a huge chunk of cheese and bacon garlic bread.

“Where have you been all my life?” I ask, grabbing the plates for her as she reaches into her fridge and pulls out two tall boy cans of the local breweries top selling IPA.

“Oh, you know. Here and there, but mostly here.” She smiles, nodding her head to follow her to the living room. When she places the cans on the table, she announces to the room for someone named Alexa to turn on the TV and find the hockey game. Instantly, the TV turns on and the channel is turned to the channel the local professional hockey team is on.

This woman is stunning. She can cook and she likes sports. She is the woman I asked the goddess for. For fuck sakes, I sound like a sap. The brothers would fall over laughing if they heard me.

We spend the rest of the game eating, laughing and cursing at the screen. She is compatible with me in so many ways. I need to make this woman mine in every single way.

“So, what are you hiding from?” I ask before taking the last gulp of my beer, catching her off guard. A few seconds pass and I briefly wonder if she will tell me.

“Let’s just say that not all men respect their women, and most of the time those type of men who love, it always hurts,” she says, as my phone rings. Looking down, I notice that it’s Sue, and the text that comes has me needing to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible.

“Shit, baby. I have to go,” I mumble, not realizing I called her baby instead of her name. It seemed right, it felt right.

“It’s okay, I am going to clean up, then head to bed.” She doesn’t look at me as she stands and takes our plates into the kitchen.

Before I leave there is something I need to do. Walking up behind her, I place my arms on either side if her body. Placing my head on her shoulder and whispering into her ear, “Our next date is on me. We dress up and go out to a fancy restaurant. I pick you up and drive us.” My lips are on the base of her neck, so I can feel her pulse.

“Okay,” she says, a shiver running through her body. I smile against her skin, knowing she is as affected by my presence as I am of hers.

Tapping her on the ass, I turn. Rubbing Moose’s head as I head for the door. I look over my shoulder to see her watching me. I think to myself, “That’s right, princess. Watch your man, knowing he will be back.”

Closing the door behind me, I wait to hear if she locks it. Just like suspected, I hear the locks click into place, followed by the ping of the alarm being armed.

“Good girl, protect my precious woman,” I say, shaking my head at myself. I have never believed in love at first sight until her.

Chapter Five

Jessikah

“Paul, please don’t stop,” I moan, my hands clenching the headboard. My thighs straddling his head as his hands are wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his face. My body begins to tighten as the orgasm Paul has been working my body toward crashes through me. My thighs tightening around his ears, my hips bucking against his tongue. Spike after spike of euphoric pleasure courses through me. Paul growls against my pussy, wanting more. Demanding I give him another orgasm.

“Jessikah, Jessikah, Jessikah,” my name is repeated by him, his moans of pleasure as he sips from my body.

“For Christ’s sake, Jessikah, wake up,” he shouts, causing me to look down into the face of my ex-husband, as the evil smirk appears across his lips just before he bites into my sensitive lips, causing me to scream.

I jolt awake, head-butting Tina in the process. “Fuck, boss. A Scottish kiss isn’t what I was expecting this morning.” She rubs her forehead, and I mine.

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