Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2) (24 page)

She lifted a brow. “Are you babysitting me?”

Dustin pushed away from the wall and came closer. “Terrible reception down here. Rossetti tried calling, but he couldn’t get through.”

In her text, she hadn’t reassured him or told him where she’d be or what she was doing. Guilt sat heavy in her chest. “Sorry. I had some last-minute things to do.”

Inclining his head at the direction of the papers she’d just returned to the uniformed clerk, he said, “Finished?”

She nodded. Though she had a lot more digging to do, she was reluctant to air Keith’s laundry, especially when he didn’t know it was hanging out the window. “Is he terribly worried?”

“Yeah.” Dustin put his hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the door. It was a subtle alteration of the way he’d always interacted with her, as if the Dom in him acknowledged the sub in her. “I was in the building, so when he called me, I came looking for you.”

As soon as they got upstairs, Dustin fired up his cell. “This is Brandt. We’re heading your way.”

Startled at his officious tone, Katrina angled her body toward him. “Please tell me there’s not a whole team watching me.”

“There’s not a whole team watching you.”

His delivery left Katrina feeling unconvinced. “Really?”

He shrugged. “We take care of our own, Trina. You’re Legato’s sister and Rossetti’s sub. That makes you doubly ours.”

Did that mean her interaction with Starr had been witnessed? She wasn’t ready for Keith to know that, not until she had all the details behind his sister’s case.

Before she could say anything more, she heard someone calling to her. Aaron hailed her from across the lobby. He hustled toward her, a stack of files tucked under his arm.

“Katrina. Glad I caught you. I was packing up for the day when I noticed you’d left some files on your desk again.” He handed over a stack of folders.

She hadn’t left them on her desk—she’d made it a point to check—and they weren’t the kinds of things she would normally take home anyway. For the most part, she kept everything she needed on her laptop because it was much easier to transport and access. But she didn’t want to rain on Aaron’s inept thoughtfulness.

“Thanks.” She took the files and shoved them into her already bulging briefcase. As she did, she noticed that many of them weren’t relevant to her current caseload. The situation was puzzling, but a waiting Keith came first. “Got any big plans this weekend?”

Aaron usually packed his weekends full of activities. He was an avid hiker. He also liked to camp, and he was known to travel great distances just for a concert or two. He grimaced. “I promised I’d help my mom clean out her basement. She’s calling in the favor, so I’m going to be trapped in a hoarder’s paradise for two days. Actually, I’m going to get a head start tonight. As long as she doesn’t throw a fit when I try to toss out garbage, it shouldn’t be too bad.”

Katrina laid a sympathetic hand on his arm. “Rent a Dumpster. They haul it away for you.”

He laughed, the pathetic sound of a man who knew he was about to embark on a useless endeavor, and then he greeted Dustin. “Agent Brandt, how are you?”

Dustin nodded a polite greeting. “Can’t complain, especially not now that I know what you’re doing this weekend. Good luck with that.”

A few stragglers rushed through the lobby, confirming the lateness of the afternoon. The strange pull in her gut signaled a need for Keith. It had been too long since she’d seen him.

Aaron scratched at a spot on his forehead. “Thanks. I need to get going. I’d offer to walk you to the parking garage, but I can see you’re already well guarded.”

As he walked away, she debated steering Dustin toward the elevators so she could return the files, but she reasoned that Aaron would notice that she wasn’t bringing them back the next morning, and that might hurt his feelings. He’d gone out of his way to bring them to her. “Are you finished for the day?” Dustin’s question held no judgment or warning to hurry. “Did you get what you needed from downstairs?”

Across the empty lobby, she spied Jordan speaking on his cell phone. He nodded at her and Dustin but made no move to join them. After several seconds, the elevators opened. He ended his call and stepped inside. Katrina didn’t envy him or whomever he had to meet after the end of a long workday.

She didn’t want to be the cause of Dustin having to pull a later night at work. “Yes and sort of. I can dig a little deeper tomorrow.”

They turned toward the exit nearest the parking garage. As she did, her heavier briefcase slipped from her hand. It hit the floor with a dull thud, and the files fanned out across the shiny terrazzo tiles.

“Crap.” The last thing she needed was another delay. Keith was probably waiting for her at home.

Dustin knelt down and helped her gather the files. He read the name of the nearest one. “Snyder. I didn’t think you were still on that case.”

Katrina shook her head. She’d been removed from that case months ago. Chief Alder had cited the personal nature of her association with several witnesses. She’d meant that her relationships with Malcolm and Darcy could present a conflict of interest. “Aaron means well, but most of these aren’t even tangentially related to cases I’m working. I worry for him.”

Picking up the next file, Dustin frowned. “Friedman. I thought that case was eyes-only right now. It’s an active investigation.”

As far as Katrina knew, Dustin was correct. It was on the tip of her tongue to suggest returning the files, but visions of Keith beckoned. “I’ll keep hold of them and return them in the morning.”

She needed to seriously consider whether to inform the chief of this development. It could mean grave repercussions for somebody, and that gave her pause. What if they’d ended up on her desk as part of an honest mistake? She had no idea how that might have happened, but at least they were safe in her custody.

Dustin made small talk with her until they reached the row where her car was parked. Though she could only make out his outline in the dim structure, she knew it was Keith leaning against her car with one foot propped on the rear bumper.

“He looks angry.”

If Dustin heard the worry in her tone, he didn’t react to it. “You made him wait.”

That knot of longing drawing her to him turned into apprehension. The text she’d sent him hadn’t been detailed, nor had it included a time that he should expect her. “He didn’t have to wait.”

Dustin snorted. “Seriously, Trina? You think he’d just leave you here?”

“You’re here.” According to him, she’d had a tail the whole day. It wasn’t like Keith was part of the detail assigned to her case. Nobody was. As she went through the arguments in her head, she knew none of them would hold up.

So did Dustin. He didn’t bother to reply.

They stopped behind her car. Keith’s hard stare had her dropping her gaze to fasten it on the concrete floor.

“She had her face buried in the visitor sheets at the county jail.”

From the periphery of her vision, she saw Keith nod. He held out his hand, and the two men shook. “Thanks. I’ll take it from here.”

She felt a little like a prisoner being transferred from state to federal custody. Should she thank Dustin for the escort, or would that only get her in trouble for speaking when she wasn’t supposed to? She glanced up, looking to Keith for any kind of signal as to what she should do.

Dustin took care of the problem. He pulled her in for a big hug and a brotherly kiss on the cheek. “Take care, Trina. Hopefully tomorrow isn’t a day where you have to spend a lot of time sitting.”

With that inspiring comment, Dustin left her alone with Keith.

She returned her gaze to the floor and tried to remain as still as possible. Defensive arguments ran through her head. Arming herself intellectually against anything he might say only made her tenser.

Finally she could stand it no longer. “I’m sorry. I should have let you know how long I’d be.”

He crushed her in his arms, holding her so tight she thought she’d suffocate. “I know there are days when you’ll have to work late, and there will be plenty of times I won’t be able to meet you like this to make sure you’re safe.”

It was amazing that he’d been able to do it four days in a row. Malcolm was never this consistent, and his lateness was always due to work. Keith must have pulled a lot of strings to be able to watch her this closely.

“But I could at least let you know where I am and when I expect to be done.” She wasn’t sure how much he understood with her face buried in his chest. The white shirt he wore would likely bear some imprint of what was left of her makeup after this long day.

“That would be thoughtful.” He released her a little. She inhaled fresh, oxygenated air.

“Have I earned a punishment?”

The pensiveness of his stare made her feel funny. She was afraid he would refuse to punish her and nervous that he would. Sometime in the past week, she’d come to need that certainty. A simple spanking had the ability to turn her on and chase away her guilt.

For so many years, she’d carried around guilt for deeds great and small. When she said something that somebody took wrong, even though she apologized, she would feel bad about it for weeks afterward. If she disappointed someone or if she passed up a chance to do something thoughtful for another person, the moment would replay in her mind, haunting her at those times when she was most vulnerable, like when she was about to fall asleep.

Certainly she’d messed up with Keith. It wasn’t possible to know every single expectation or custom until they’d been together for a while. They’d been friends for years, but not like this.

He shook his head. “No, but now that we’ve established guidelines for when one of us is going to be late, you will earn a punishment if you ever do this again.”

His explanation made the lack of punishment easier to bear. She nodded her understanding of the rule and realized he was holding himself to the same standard. Such a tight manifestation of his morals reflected the man she had always loved.

“It won’t happen again.”

And she refused to feel guilty for not telling him that his mother had contacted her. Once she knew more about the situation, she would tell him everything. There was no point in rubbing salt in one of his childhood wounds if she didn’t have to.

He kissed her forehead and released her. “I’ll meet you at your place. We can stay there tonight, but I want you to pack a bag, because you’ll be staying with me this weekend.”

She tossed the extra files into her trunk, but she stowed her briefcase in the passenger seat of her car.

On the way home, she reflected on the strangeness of the week. If this were a normal relationship for either of them, she wouldn’t have spent every night with him. She would have communicated with him in some way—a phone call, a text, or an e-mail—but she probably wouldn’t have consented to seeing him more than once or twice during the workweek.

Keith, she knew, had maintained complete control over his girlfriends, though he hadn’t been in the habit of seeing them more than a couple days each week. That must have been part of his game, forcing them to await his whim. If he pulled that crap with her, she would boot him to the curb, her years of fantasies be damned. While she truly liked having him assume control of certain aspects of her life, she didn’t want to play games with anybody.

She wondered if his level of involvement was due more to the presence of her stalker or because he wanted to see her so much. She muted her radio, put her phone on speaker, and dialed Keith. His car was right behind hers. In retrospect, not carpooling this week was turning out to be a tremendous waste of gas.

“What’s wrong, Kitty Kat?” As if he could tell she was growing upset, he purred his greeting.

There was no point in mincing words. “Are you spending so much time with me because you want to or because you’re so dedicated to keeping watch over me?”

“Both.” He followed her lead and didn’t hesitate. “Does it bother you that I’m over so much? Honey, if you need some time alone or a night out with your girlfriends, just tell me. I’m not trying to keep you prisoner or alienate you from your friends.”

She didn’t think he had been, and given the hours she normally worked, her career was the only thing suffering from lack of attention right now. Her friends were equally busy, so she didn’t see them frequently, though she did keep up electronically. “No, that’s not it. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all your time with me.”

Keith was more than a little relieved that Kat wasn’t in the car with him. He’d never been one of those Doms who demanded his submissive give up or alter her connections to her family and friends. Those were the things that anchored a person, and they were an integral part of who a person was. And while he hadn’t cared much about who his subs were as people, he had always respected their right to nurture other relationships. In fact, he insisted on it, if only to give himself some nights off.

Especially with Kat, he didn’t want to impede her life. He wanted to give her more, to make sure somebody took care of her while she was busy taking care of everyone else. He was shocked by her question even though he knew that he had been monopolizing her time. Even when she’d dined with her parents on Monday, he’d been by her side.

“Honey, I don’t feel obligated to spend all my time with you.” He needed to spend as much time as possible with her. That was completely different. The role reversal—the idea of him being the needy one—was something he hadn’t expected. In many ways, he was still acclimating to the fact that he needed her at all, much less that he needed her more than she needed him.

As he pulled into the designated parking slot next to hers, he looked through the glass, caught her eye, and ended the call without another word. She looked shaken, more so than she had when Dustin had delivered her to him and she’d comprehended just how worried they’d all been due to her cryptic text.

He made it to her car door before she could gather her things, and he opened it. Closing it provided an opportunity to cage her against the car. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful, intelligent brain of yours? Are you getting tired of me or tired of being under surveillance?”

“Neither.” She focused on his tie and didn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t like having to be under surveillance, but I understand why it’s necessary. I just know how much you hate being tied down.”

In the past, he’d used his submissives and tossed them aside if they became clingy. The suffocating feeling set his nerves on edge and reminded him of waking up more than once with his sister pressing a pillow over his face. It was different with Kat. He tried for a lighter tone to put her at ease. “I do prefer to be the one tying
you
down. You look damn sexy wearing nothing but a few ropes.”

The rate of her breathing increased as tension fled from her shoulders. She parted her lips and traced her tongue along the inside of the bottom one. Before his eyes, her breasts seemed to swell. He watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and he appreciated how well she responded to his dominance and the promise of bondage.

A collar, he decided, and nipple clamps. She was wearing entirely too many clothes. He needed to get her inside before he shoved up her skirt and took her in the parking lot. He wound his fingers around her upper arm. “Come on, Kitty Kat. It seems you need another lesson in how much I want you.”

Ever the vigilant agent, he made her wait in the kitchen while he scoped out her condo. Detecting no threats, he had her check things a little more closely. When she returned to the kitchen shaking her head, he noted there had been no incidents since her locks and been changed and security cameras had been installed. Had her stalker been watching, or did he have another way of knowing about the new safety precautions?

Dustin was running checks on all the neighbors, especially those with windows that offered a direct view of Kat’s place. It was routine, starting with the closest and most obvious, but Keith didn’t think that avenue would yield anything, especially since Dustin was essentially attending to the investigation on his off time. Their immediate boss had approved a preliminary investigation, but she hadn’t allocated other resources.

Taking her hand, he tugged her close and fitted her body to his. The tight rein he’d kept on his cock since she’d dropped her gaze in the parking garage eased, and he let her feel the evidence of his desire.

She pressed her hips closer, cradling him with her body, and rested her hands on his chest. She moved them around until she found his nipples. They responded to the light flick of her thumbs, and he wondered at the calculating look in her eyes. But not for long. She pinched them through his shirt.

An unexpectedly sharp pain radiated up his pecs and down to his abs. He struggled to conceal his gasp. No woman had ever dared something like that.

“You like pain.” She loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt for more access, and he didn’t stop her. He wasn’t sure whether this counted as topping from the bottom, but he wanted to know if her foray had been a fluke. Yes, he liked pain. But he’d never considered his nipples as sexual organs before.

And he’d only let her get so far before he took over.

She raked her nails down his chest, returning to twist both nipples at the same time. He didn’t know how she managed to grasp them, but as the pain throbbed through his system, he gave thanks for her dexterity.

He let her play for a few minutes more, her touch driving him to the brink. Once he got there, he snatched her wrists and imprisoned them behind her back. She gasped at his sudden violence, but her body softened, as did the expression on her face.

“Yes,” he said. “I like pain.” He’d never admitted that to a submissive before. It proved how in tune she was with him, to have picked up on that tiny detail. Malcolm had mentioned it before, but in a way that everyone could assume was facetious.

He devoured her with his kiss, pouring his need to possess her into that one act. Waves of heat, generated by her mouth and her pussy, called to him. He plunged his tongue between her lips, taking her so violently that she couldn’t hope to participate in the kiss. She softened even more, yielding heart and soul.

Then he broke it off suddenly. “Turn around and bend over. Brace your hands on the floor.”

The need to possess her drove him. She needed this reassurance that she belonged to him, that he wanted nothing but what she could give to him. And she needed to be reminded of her place. She might not want to use titles, and she was new to being a submissive in practice, but he couldn’t be too lenient. It marked how much he cared about her that he took the time to remind her of her role. In the past, a woman who took the liberties Kat had would have been shown the door.

The position made her skirt stretch tightly over her fine ass. He lifted the dove-gray material to find those delectable cheeks split by the electric-blue thong he’d purchased. His cock, already hard, reared up and surged forward. It wanted freedom.

He nudged the inside of her high heel. “Spread your legs a little wider, Kitty Kat. And turn your toes inward a bit.” It would help her balance. He had no intention of being gentle.

With one finger, he drew away the string of her thong. Heat and silken softness gripped the head of his cock and pulled him deeper. Immediately she clenched her vaginal muscles. White edged his vision, pleasure mixed with pain. Even in this physically demanding position, she was seeing to his needs.

He held her hips, anchoring her where he wanted her, and fucked her with everything he had. The creamy slurp of her arousal was answered with the smack of his hips against her ass. This was hard and wet, meant to confirm her submissiveness, not to give her an orgasm.

In another turnaround, he refused to come until she did. Gone was his need to deny her an orgasm just because he didn’t want to hold off long enough to see to her pleasure. She could experience the affirmation and ride the sweet endorphin rush that, according to the way her walls sucked at him, was imminent.

She made desperate, guttural noises that threatened to drive him over the edge.

“That’s it, Kitty Kat. Come for me.” Drawing on the last of his reserves, he increased his pace. “For me.”

She shouted his name, screaming loud enough to alert anyone near the condo that she was having an orgasm. He pounded into her four more times before he couldn’t hold off his climax any longer.

He lifted her up and into his arms, not bothering to fix his pants first. Collapsing against the counter that divided her kitchen and dining areas, he held her tightly against him. She trembled and clung to him, and a single sob escaped her throat.

“I’ve got you, honey. You’re safe.”

If possible, her grip intensified. “I know I’m safe with you. I think it’s all the time I spend away from you that gets to me. I…I’ve never been a needy person, and needing you like this scares me a little.”

The weight of the worry pressing down on his shoulders threatened to topple him. “We’ll find that bastard, Kat.”

She shook her head, but because she refused to lift her face away from his shirt, it ended up being a tiny movement he felt rather than saw. He was also sure he was now wearing her mascara on his white dress shirt, but he didn’t mind that so much.

“He doesn’t even matter in all this.” She sniffled and looked up at last, but she kept her eyes downcast. The remnants of tears glinted from her eyelashes. “You make me feel such extreme emotions, and I’ve developed a powerful attachment to you. I like knowing I belong to you, that you’ll take care of me, that you’ll take pleasure in my body and then I can spend some time with my head against your knee and your hand moving through my hair.”

Kat was a capable, independent woman. There was no disputing facts. However, she harbored the sweet soul of a submissive. All these years, she’d spent enormous amounts of time and energy trying to please everyone in her life. Now she could concentrate those intentions on him, and she was finding the comfort in being needed. Happiness soared through him.

He hooked his finger under her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “There’s nothing wrong with any of that, honey. I promise I’ll always cherish you and the gift of your submission. There is nothing on this earth more precious to me than you.”

Not one for tender words or loving declarations, he expected the reassurance to lodge in his throat, but it didn’t. His pride thoroughly approved, and some of the scars on his heart softened. For the first time in his life, love filled his chest, and it didn’t hurt. He meant to tell her. He even opened his mouth, but the doorbell rang, cutting him off and putting him on high alert. They weren’t expecting visitors.

He fixed his pants and pulled a small piece from the holster in his jacket, checked the chamber, and handed it to her. “If I don’t call out that it’s all clear, you shoot whoever comes up those stairs. Got it?”

She had good aim. He or Malcolm took her and her mother to the gun range regularly to keep their skills sharp. He didn’t worry about the actuality of her having to shoot someone. The pervert would have to go through him first.

Kat studied him, the passion dimming slowly from her eyes, replaced with concern. “Do you really think my stalker would knock?”

They hadn’t experienced activity in five days. Stalkers tended to lie low after a larger event to lull their victim into a false sense of security. People took chances when they didn’t have their guard up. Neither he nor Malcolm would allow Kat to take risks. They were both too protective of the ones they loved. “Don’t know,” he said. “As time passes and nobody catches him, he’ll become more confident. His actions will escalate. He might even become bold enough to knock at your door, pretending to be lost or something.”

She pressed her lips together, girding herself for whatever happened, and nodded her understanding. By the time he’d crossed her small eating area, she’d smoothed out her clothes.

Her door didn’t have a peephole. The only window down at her entryway was above the door. It let in light, but the angle of the steps coming down didn’t allow for a preview of the visitor, and the cameras they’d aimed at the door weren’t set up to record faces. Another flaw of the building design. Kat was going to need to sell her unit. Even after they caught her stalker, there was no way he was going to let her stay in a place so difficult to secure. In the meantime, Malcolm had to build a better camera, and Keith would pay a visit to a home improvement store to get a peephole. They weren’t difficult to install.

Throwing open the door, he centered his gun on the figure standing there.

Darcy’s jaw dropped open, but she froze instead of clutching her chest. Or the little bump showing on her abdomen. That would have been worse.

Keith holstered his weapon. “Sorry. You didn’t call, and we don’t have a live feed set up to show who’s at the door.”

She closed her mouth and smiled, completely composed despite the circumstances of his greeting, and he was reminded of how well she’d kept it together during the bust that had nearly cost him his friendship with Malcolm. “Now I really, really have to use the bathroom.” Her blue eyes sparkled, and he was relieved to realize she hadn’t taken it personally.

He stepped out of her way, pivoting to call up the stairs. “All clear, Kat. It’s Darcy.”

Darcy squeezed his arm as she swept past him. She almost never passed up the opportunity to touch him in some reassuring or friendly way. He wondered if Malcolm had told her about Keith’s aversion to uninvited touching.

Few people who attempted casual contact didn’t set off Keith’s internal alarms. While Darcy didn’t trip any warning wires, he still wasn’t sure exactly how to treat her. The friendly, welcoming manner in which she always treated him was at odds with the wariness to which submissives instinctively reverted around him. Even many people who didn’t consciously identify as submissive bowed to his authority. No doubt about it: his best friend had netted a singular woman.