almost died on me. Fun times.” He shuddered. Pulled the door shut as we passed it. “I’m going to gut that room at the first opportunity.”
I giggled. “There’s no reason to do that. I’m standing right here. You saved me in that room. Just like you’ve been saving me since I first met you.”
He hand wrapped around my hip, squeezed. “Thank your goddess.” He pressed his lips to my hair.
I was beginning to realize he did it to assure himself I was still there. Still with him. I felt treasured when he did it. Important.
“I’ll continue saving you for the rest of our lives. You saved my life. My heart. My soul. I can only try to return the favor.”
We took the last turn available at the end of the hall into another room. Done in the earth tones of the rest of his—our—home, it was relaxing and cozy. A wall of windows provided enough light that the recessed can lights in the ceiling were irrelevant during the day.
Two giant desks sat like opponents facing off in the middle of the room. Against the wall that held the door was a massive safe. Imperial was etched into the metal face. Complete with a dial bigger than the span of my outstretched hand, it also had a retina scanner, and a palm plate.
Ryker stepped up to it. Spun the dial deftly. After five or six turns of the dial, he laid his palm on the reader at the same time he put his eye up to the scanner. A low humming sound came from the safe.
“Welcome, Mr. Penn,” it said as the internal mechanisms began sliding with whispers and hushed turns that were just barely audible in the quiet room.
“Sexy voice,” I said with a smile as he backed up.
He shrugged. “Until I get a recording of you right after you cum, it will have to suffice.” He winked at me.
I snorted. “Good luck on that happening.” I stepped forward to inspect his arsenal. Blinked when I saw the breadth and depth of it. Pistols, revolvers, shotguns, rifles, automatics. Knives, machetes, I even saw a dagger in a jeweled sheath. It was a functional museum of ways to hurt people. I turned, looked up at him. “No rocket launchers?”
His lips quirked up at the corner. “Those are in the kitchen for quick access.”
I laughed. Unlocking my gun safes again, I removed my puny Ruger P22 and my Smith and Wesson M&P9 Shield. I double checked the slides. Made sure there was a bullet in each chamber. My guns were for protection. So they were always loaded.
I set them on the shelf in one of the few empty spots available. I shook my head as I stepped back. “They’re like the poor stepchildren.”
He laughed. “Just means we’ll have to get you some more guns.” He pulled me back into his arms. Wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt him snug his cock up to the crack of my ass.
“I’ve only got two hands, hero.” I laid my hands over his. Pushed my ass back against him.
“And they’re great hands. Watching you handle firearms is so fucking hot.” His warm breath at my ear sent shivers down my spine.
“Oh yeah?”
His growl was my answer. He caught the length of muscles between my neck and shoulder between his teeth. Increased the pressure until I gasped and writhed in his arms. “Now, let’s get you programmed into the safe and make a dent in the mountain of crap you brought with you.” He slapped a hand to my ass as he left me high and -- well, not exactly dry -- for the second time that day. Even if he had delivered on the promise earlier.
As he shifted around me, I glared at him. “That’s number two, Mr. Penn. Don’t make it number three.” I narrowed my eyes at his back.
His chuckle was low. “I’ll keep that in mind, Ms. Chase. Now get your sexy ass over here. I need your hand and your eyeball.”
I grimaced. “If it’s possible for girls to get the equivalent of a boner, you just killed mine.”
He laughed. “I’ll bring her back to life. Don’t you worry.” He snagged a hand around my hip. “Come on. Palm on the screen.”
He flattened my fingers, held the middle of my right palm down against the glass plate. A buzzing warmth slid under my flesh. The safe beeped twice.
“Good print. Eye is next. Left or right?”
I shrugged. “Isn’t one as good as