The Specialist (Norcross #3) - Anna Hackett Page 0,43
don’t have time.”
“Because you’re a workaholic. “
“I sometimes have gaming nights with Saxon and my brothers.”
Harlow was totally going to make him do movie nights.
He moved to a small, built-in bar and opened a bottle of wine. He brought her back a glass of deep-ruby-red liquid. She sat in one of the big chairs, snuggling into the leather.
Then she pulled out her phone and started making a list of all her father’s friends she could remember. Old work friends, golf buddies, neighbors.
“So, do you want to watch a movie?” Easton asked.
“No,” she said. “I want to try one of these games you mentioned.”
His dark brows lifted. “Do you game?”
“No, but I’m up for anything.” She kicked her shoes off and leaned back.
He eyed her legs. “All right. What game?” He grabbed a controller and the screen lit up.
She studied the options. “How about Call of Duty?”
“You want to shoot people?”
“Sure, as long as they aren’t real people. Is that okay? It doesn’t bring back old memories—?”
“It’s fine.”
“Okay.” She took another controller. “Prepare to have your butt kicked, Norcross.”
“Yes, yes, I’m going to make it!”
Easton glanced at Harlow, enjoying her cries as her fingers stabbed at the Xbox controller.
She was perched on the edge of her chair, no shoes, her skirt hiked up, and totally absorbed in the game.
“Hey, come back here, you coward!” she yelled at the screen.
She bit her tongue, chasing a bad guy on the screen.
Easton was looking at her cute red toenails. He smiled. They’d been playing for almost two hours.
A cut scene hit, and showed a man tied to a chair. Several soldiers moved around him, and an interrogation began.
Easton tensed. He heard the faint rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire. He smelled dust, sweat, and fear.
“Hey.” Harlow slid into his lap. She cupped his face, her brow creased.
He blinked and saw that the game was paused, but when he looked back, all he saw was Harlow.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. We can play something else.”
“No, I’m okay. I’ve been fine the last two hours.”
“Two hours?” She looked vaguely horrified. “We only started, like, ten minutes ago.”
He smiled. “The downside of gaming.”
“No kidding.” She stroked his cheek. “The interrogation scene? It brought back bad memories?”
He blew out a breath.
As he remained silent, she eyed him. “You don’t have to be super-Easton to me all the time. Hell, you’ve seen me at my very worst.”
He sucked in a breath. “Yes, that scene cut a little too close.” He grabbed her hand. “I don’t suffer from PTSD, but sometimes I have some bad memories, the odd nightmare. But I believed in the work I did, and I don’t regret it. Interrogation was my specialty, what I was good at. But in the middle of a battle, it requires that you forget that your enemies are human. You put that aside, and it’s only later, you remember they’re people. Someone’s son, daughter, brother, cousin, father.”
“Thank you.” She kissed him.
“For what?”
“For sharing, and for doing a hard job so I don’t have to, so others don’t have to.”
She kissed him again. It was slow and lazy. He slid a hand into her hair, slanting his mouth so he could go deeper. He drew in the taste of her.
She pulled back, her face flushed. “My turn to take care of you.”
Then she slid off his lap and onto her knees on the floor.
His body locked. “Harlow—”
“Shh, I’m the boss now.” With a smile, she undid his belt and lowered his zipper.
Fuck. Every muscle in his body went rigid. The sight of her on her knees in front of him left him weak.
She freed his cock. “Even your cock is beautiful, Easton.”
Her husky purr had his cock jumping in her hands. She stroked him, and there was nothing left in his head except pleasure, and the need for more.
Then she licked the head of his cock.
He groaned, pushed back into the chair. She sucked him deep.
Need was a pulse in his gut. He looked down, and felt himself getting harder. Her blonde hair was draped over his legs, her mouth sliding on him.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You like sucking my big cock, don’t you?”
Her gaze met his, those pretty lips stretched around him. She made a humming sound and he nearly came.
“You like knowing that you push me to the edge.” He fisted a hand in that golden hair. “That really, I’m the one on my knees.”
She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing. He cursed and then hauled her