Page 175 of Things We Hide from the Light
He was saying all the right things and it was scaring the shit out of me. “I travel a lot for work,” I reminded him.
“And I might spend Christmas morning on the scene of an accident. Baby, give us a chance to deal with it. At least agree to this for the time being. We can revisit it after I’ve got Hugo in a cage.”
He really wanted this. And I was downright shocked to realize I did too. I was definitely getting this town’s water tested.
“There’s one more thing,” I said.
“Name it.”
“I need to know what you, Knox, Nolan, and Lucian have been up to since our talk with Grim.”
He didn’t hesitate. “We’ve been hashin’ out a plan to flush out Hugo.”
I sat up. “What kind of plan?”
“The kind of plan that uses me as bait.”
“What?”
I was up on my knees, ready to do battle, when Nash struck, tackling me back to the mattress. His hands held my shoulders down. His hips pinned mine to the bed. And his erection notched into the exact right place. Like a key fitting into a lock.
We both went still.
My mind may have been in fight mode, but my body was ready for orgasm number six.
He grinned down at me. “Know this makes me sound like an asshole, but I don’t mind you worryin’ about me.”
I tried to heave him off me, but my flailing only succeeded in inserting the first two teasing inches of his cock inside me. I stopped fighting and tried to focus on the problem at hand and not how much I wanted the rest of his inches.
“Nash! You were worried about me doing surveillance but you expect me to be fine with you acting as bait to a manwho tried to kill you?”
“I’d be disappointed if you were fine with it. And I’d like to point out, you got yourself abducted while doing surveillance.”
I bared my teeth at him. “If you think I won’t fight with you while your dick is in me, you’re about to be sorely mistaken.”
“Let’s try something new,” he suggested. “Instead of fightin’ and stormin’ off and pretendin’ we both don’t exist, let’s hash it out right now.”
My thighs were starting to shake from their grip on his hips. At this point, I didn’t know if I was trying to keep him from sliding further in or preventing him from pulling out. “Fine. Talk.”
“If Hugo is feeding intel to the FBI to help build their case against his father, there’s a damn good chance they’re gonna feel pretty friendly toward him. Maybe friendly enough to offer up immunity. But I’m a loose end to him no matter what. So are Naomi and Waylay. Right now, he’s just waiting for the feds to make their move. But sooner or later, he’s gonna have to snip those loose ends.”
“And you want him to try sooner?”
“That’s right. And I want him focused on me.”
“You think if he makes another attempt on you, his deal—if he has one—will fall through.”
“That’s the idea.”
I swear I was listening, but my body was multitasking. I was getting wetter by the second and my inner walls kept rippling around the tip of his penis.
Nash’s eyes closed and he groaned low. “Angel, if you wanna keep talking, you’re gonna have to stop beggin’ for more.”
To be petty, I contracted the muscles of my sex as hard as I could. “How are you going to force his hand?”
He gritted his teeth. “Shit, sweetheart. I’d tell you anything just to feel you grip my cock like that.”
“Then tell me,” I demanded.
