Talented bastard.
“Your turn,” I announce, moving down the bed. I take his cock in my hand and lick the head. There’s no way I’ll be able to fit all of him in my mouth, not even close, but I’ll do my best. I want to give him the best head he’s ever had. He threads his fingers through my hair, gently holding my head, not pushing me down like some guys do. I lick him from base to tip, then suck him deep into my mouth. He makes a sound, almost like a growl, that makes me take even more of him into my mouth. Fuck, that sound. So sexy. He makes it again, and I moan around his cock.
“Fuck,” he grits out, gently pushing me off his cock. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He grabs me and pushes me back on the bed, bracing himself on top of me. He slides his finger inside me and finds me wet.
He positions himself and is about to slide inside me when we hear banging.
“Are you serious right now?”
I could cry. What was the noise? Is someone trying to get in?
“Motherfucker,” Vinnie snarls, jumping off the bed and grabbing a pair of pants out of his bag. He throws me a T-shirt. “Put that on and lock the door behind me.”
“Do you think they’ve found me?” I ask, sliding the huge black T-shirt over my small frame. “What do we do, Vinnie?”
“You stay here, and let me handle it,” he says, putting a shirt on and stepping toward the bed. He opens a drawer and pulls out two guns. “Do you know how to use one?”
“No.”
He hands it to me and gives me a quick demonstration. “You should be able to manage. I’ll show you how to use it properly later.”
He takes the safety off his own gun and walks toward the door. “Lock it, Shay.”
I follow him to the door, locking it as soon as he disappears. I look at the gun in my hand and cringe. Could I shoot it? If I had to, yes, I think I could. What if they hurt Vinnie? Or killed him. What would I do? What if he needed me? If he is outnumbered . . . But he told me to stay here. I’d probably just be a liability. I pace up and down the room with the gun held awkwardly in my hands, contemplating what to do. I strain to hear something from downstairs, but it’s silent. I unlock the door without making a noise, open it, and stick my head out.
When I hear a man’s deep chuckle, I think I should go down. I mean, what could be funny about this situation? Unless Vinnie is dead and someone is laughing over his body. It isn’t Vinnie’s laugh—that I’d recognize. I hear murmured words and decide to just head downstairs to see what is going on. If Vinnie is dead, they’d find me anyway. Hiding upstairs in a locked room wasn’t going to save me; they could open the door with one kick.
“Pretty sure I told you to stay in the room,” Vinnie says quietly, his eyes pinning me the second my toe touches the bottom step.
“Oh, so you’re not dead,” I point out, holding the gun awkwardly by my side. I look at the man standing next to Vinnie. In his leather cut covered in patches, his large, muscled build and his mean, yet somehow handsome-looking bearded face, the man isn’t someone I’d want to mess with. It is his shrewd brown eyes that have me wanting to hide behind Vinnie though.
“Don’t sound so happy about it,” Vinnie grumbles, nodding his head toward the man standing next to him. “Shay, this is my brother Arrow. Arrow, this is Shay.”
Arrow studies me, his gaze perusing me from head to toe but not in a sleazy way, more in a way that is strictly business. He runs his hand through his beard as he says, “She doesn’t look like Talon.”
“And thank fuck for that,” Vinnie murmurs, eyes zoning in on my bare legs and feet. “Go get dressed, Shay. It was only this knucklehead trying to get my attention. And put that gun away before you kill one of us.”
Arrow crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the wall. “And now I understand why you were too busy to answer your phone when I called you from the gate.”
I cringe and look down at my hands. Yeah, so we weren’t being the most responsible of adults, but all I could think of right now was the fact that Vinnie was about to slide inside me when this behemoth of a man decided to interrupt. Just what exactly is he doing here anyway? Did everyone have the address to this supposedly secret location? Jesus.
“How did you get through the gate?” I ask, scowling. Did Vinnie tell him the passcode?
“I disabled the code and set a new one,” he says, shrugging casually. “I’m pretty good with that shit.”
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” Vinnie asks, looking impressed.
“Faye wanted Tracker to teach her, so I sat in on that class,” he replies.
I look to Vinnie, who sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. I stare at the long fingers that were inside of me not so long ago. How things can change in a few minutes.
“That doesn’t sound like grade A security,” I grumble, pursing my lips. “How did you even know where we were?”
“Talon gave me the address to your little love nest,” Arrow tells Vinnie, apparently ignoring me. He slaps Vinnie on the back and shakes his head. “Maybe you should go home. Let me watch her for the next few days.”
Wait, what?
Leave me with this scary man?
Panic fills me at the thought of Vinnie leaving. I was counting on spending the rest of the week with him, and I don’t want him to leave.
My gaze immediately darts to Vinnie, who is already watching me. “Clothes, Shay. Now.”