had a hilarious fit and made him watch the first two, before he begged her to let him stop.
She’d also gone down on him on his couch, and what she lacked in finesse, she way made up for in spirit, so he knew he could totally work with that and get off on it, and he knew this because he did.
Spectacularly.
And they’d fucked three times, twice with her on top, once with him powering into her on his knees, her in front of him on all fours on his bed, her sweet ass in his hands.
He’d taken a pill both nights and slept like the dead.
Now, he had niggling pain, and in truth, he knew he should take it easy and not fuck his Evie so much.
But he was finding it impossible to keep his hands off her.
Because the woman crafted a mean burger.
But she broiled a spectacular steak.
And now, he was learning they couldn’t just get on with life.
This being her, back at work without protection (Boone was on her now as she did her Computer Raiders gig). Getting her apartment back in order. All so she could set the new course of her life that didn’t only include the addition of him.
The good news about that was, this meant she had to continue to stay at his pad.
But that was all the good news to be had.
“Mag,” Hawk called his attention.
He gave it to the man.
“Whatever this means, you should know, her father has been active,” Hawk shared. “He’s all over dropping it in any ear that will listen that his daughter has dick to do with this. He’s sharing wide it’s the brother’s fuckup, and Evan needs to be left alone.”
“Yeah, he’s all over that after his daughter was kidnapped and the drugs he was hoping he’d get his hands on are gone,” Mag returned.
Hawk did a shrug. “Yours to do with what you want. But you should know it so you can decide what to do with it.”
Mag nodded, knowing it fucked with him, but he had to tell her that her dad was trying to look out for her.
He was doing it too late.
But she should know.
“You’re on light duty,” Hawk continued.
“Yeah,” Mag muttered.
“And it’s now clear we’ve thrown down for Evan,” he went on. “Nightingale’s nosing around. Rush has got some of his Chaos boys doin’ rounds, asking a few questions. And none of that would be happening if Evan wasn’t part of the equation. That’s some firepower at her back that isn’t gonna be missed. But that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t be covered. That said, I wanna see you further down the road to recovery before your duty changes. It’s gonna sting, but you are not at one hundred percent, so you gotta take a backseat, look after Evan in ways only you can do, and I’m assigning Jorge and Mo as leads on this.”
That simmer in his gut roiled.
Dr. Baldwin had told him he wanted at least two weeks, better three, with his arm in that sling, and after that, only light use, no exercise, for another week before he got into the nitty-gritty of restrengthening muscle and working his way back to normal range of motion.
He hoped like fuck this would be all over by then.
But in the meantime, it was going to mess with his head that he was unable to take an active role in dealing with this for Evie.
But Hawk was right, Mag knew it, and he could think with his dick a lot of the time, but not when it put the team at a disadvantage.
And in this case, Evie at one.
What she needed was for him to be there when she wasn’t working so she knew she had someone who gave a shit.
What she didn’t need was for him to go macho gung-ho in protection of his woman and maybe get hurt (worse) or fuck up and make things worse for her.
But considering he was macho gung-ho regularly, not being that for Evie was going to suck.
“Gotcha,” Mag said just as Hawk’s eyes went to the door.
That meant all the men’s eyes went to the door in time to see Elvira opening it and swinging her torso in.
“Right, well, I got me a girl calling herself Sidney Gardiner in my office,” Elvira started, and Mag’s gaze instantly shifted to the glass wall, across the suite and through the glass to Elvira’s office to see a woman standing there who had a heavy hand with facial contouring