Page 35 of Hook

"You've got a lot of space in here. More than it seems like from the outside."

"Well, I'm the VP, so my room is bigger than everyone else's except Brick's," I admit as she walks in and sits on my bed.

"VP? That sounds important," Bea says as she continues to let her gaze roam across the room.

"It can be taken away from me if I fuck up," I shrug.

I'm so focused on watching her face that I don't even realize how much time has gone by with me just standing by the door.

"So why didn't you bring me here?" she asks finally, and I walk over to the closet to show her the space for her to put her things.

"You're going to be staying here. I don't want you to have to keep sleeping on the couch in the office. The bed is more comfortable, and you have access to the shower and the TV if you get bored. Besides, it's safer."

"Am I your prisoner in here too?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I'd prefer if you stayed put until we get this shit with Lance under control, but you're not my prisoner. You can come and go as you please. Brick already gave the okay." I didn’t tell her about making her my ol' lady; she doesn't need to know that yet.

"Oh, how fun I can come and go as I please. Maybe I'll go say hi to some of the other guys in here." She smiles but I can't stop the anger that bubbles up inside of me. I don't want to share her just yet and I know if she goes out to talk to the rest of the guys they'll see what I see. They'll see how perfect this woman is.

They could take her away from me.

"No, you don't need to be fraternizing with anyone else. They don't have anything for you." I snap at her.

She focuses on me, her face in a slight frown while she gazes into my eyes. I watch as the smile slowly ticks up her face. I didn't do a very good job at hiding what I really felt.

"Hook, are you jealous?" She questions as she gets up from the bed and saunters over to me.

"Don't make me jealous." I state.

"How can I do that? You're a big strong man. I'm sure there's nothing I can make you do." Bea grabs hold of my shirt and tugs me until I'm standing by my bed before she pushes me down. "Isn't that right?"

I don't have an answer, any other day I'd have said she was right. No one can make me do anything I don't want to do but the longer I'm with Bea the more I realize that it takes very little effort for her to get me to do things I wouldn't normally do like get jealous of my brothers.

"You're mine, Bea." I grab hold of her but she simply peels my fingers off her wrist and winds my hand around her waist instead. She pushes me back so I'm laying down on the bed when she straddles me.

My mouth goes dry as she reaches down for the hem of her shirt and lifts the large fabric over her head displaying her breast to me. "And your mine." She smiles. She's the devil in disguise. She has to be. That's the only reason I can come up with for her being able to get such an intense reaction out of me.

My cock surges to life as she leans forward and starts peppering my face and neck with kisses. I do my best to keep my cool but the way she's grinding her hips onto me is driving me up a wall. "You're sore?" I ask. I know how hard I went the last time I took her.

"No." She whispers against the shell of my ear before she bites down on my earlobe.

My eyes roll back at the feel of her on top of me. Somewhere, I must have done something good in my life if I'm going to be able to have this woman again.

With all the pent-up frustration of knowing that she's too good for me and that there's possibly someone who intends to try to take her away from me, I flip her over onto the bed and yank my sweats down her legs. Just like the shirt I gave her to wear, she's not wearing anything underneath.

"I'm never going to get enough of you," I whisper as I quickly rush to get my pants off as well. This time, before I can lay forward on her, she tugs at my shirt.

"Take this off too. I want to see all of you." She looks up at me, waiting as I do as she asks. She hums appreciatively as she gets a glimpse of my naked body. The tattoos on my chest and arms are either from jail or to cover up a scar. I've never seen them as art or decoration on my body, just another way for me to hide. The way Bea looks at me makes it feel like every last scar is laid bare for her.

I relax when I watch her lick her lips and put her hands out for me. She sees me, and she still wants more.

I nearly fall on top of her before I hook my arm under one of her legs, lifting it up so I can spread her more for me.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" I ask as I grab hold of my shaft and rub my cockhead along her lips, getting both her and me wet for what's about to happen. I'm surprised when I find her already slippery and ready for me.

Will it always be like this? Will the need for each other stay so strong between us that it's always like this?

"Now, Hook. Now." Bea hooks her free leg around my waist and tries to tug me forward. I don't give much resistance as I line myself up and sink in as far as I can in this position.