Claiming Her, Craving More, Needing Him, Only His (Nighthawk Security #1-4) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nighthawk Security Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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The ringing of my desk phone stops me from standing up. “Nighthawk Security, how may I help you?” I answer the phone, waiting to hear who’s on the other end, praying it’s something work related yet having that eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach all the same.

“Hello,” I say after not hearing anyone answer. The heavy breathing and grunting on the other end of the line lets me know someone’s there; they just aren’t answering. I keep trying to get the person to respond while texting Bridger to come up to the front.

“Is anyone there?” I ask to hopefully get someone to answer. This has Liam written all over it. Bridger makes an appearance along with Drake.

“I can’t hear you. Can you tell me how I can help you?” I point at the phone, cluing them in.

Drake mouths to put the phone on speaker. I do that, trying to make sure I’m as quiet as I can be while doing what he asks.

The heavy breathing doesn’t stop, and now the moaning is picking up. There’s no way someone is doing that on the other end. No freaking way.

“Hello?” I say again, and that’s when the person on the other end hangs up.

I place the phone back in its cradle and turn to Bridger, who’s standing with his hands placed on his hips, fuming fucking mad, and Drake, who looks like he’s about to lunge through my phone he’s staring at.

“I guess we’ll be monitoring and recording all phone calls from this moment on,” Drake grouses.

“No shit. That vile piece of shit.” Bridger is pissed, and I don’t think I’ve seen him this upset, well, ever.

“Maybe it wasn’t Liam?” I throw out there, trying to calm the raging storm that’s building inside him.

“And the Pope isn’t catholic,” Drake interjects. I side-eye him, letting him know he isn’t freaking helping.

“Come on, we’re calling it quits today. There’s nothing going on. We may as well pick up Legend and head to my place,” Bridger states, not even allowing me to answer. Something tells me he needs me to follow his lead this time around.

“Sure, I was already going to see if the offices needed to be cleaned, and if not, see about leaving early, anyway.” I start logging out of my computer, switch the phone to my cell phone like I do for the weekends, not that I expect it to ring very much, and grab my purse.

“Let me go do the same. Drake, watch the front. I’ll go grab your bags out of the car. I don’t trust that piece of shit as far as I can spit.” His voice is full of anger, not that I can blame him.

“He’s pissed. Easton can’t make it. Cam’s pregnant. He’s happy for them, but Bridger wanted his eyes, and this puts a kink in things. Slade and I will be over probably, as well as Travis, sometime this afternoon to work on his security system, then we’ll use the company for your place.”

“Have Slade bring Taylor and Travis bring Raelynn. I’m going to have him grill, and us girls can make the sides. He’ll be calmed down by the time you all head over,” I tell him, knowing just what I’m going to do when we get to Bridger’s place.

“If you say so.” He shrugs and literally watches me until Bridger is back up front.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yeah, Legend is going to be so excited. Plus, your place has more grass than mine. He won’t wander too far off, will he?”

“Nah, it’s all fenced in. He can go off and come in when he’s ready. He’ll be happy and safe, I promise.” Bridger wraps his hand around my waist, waving goodbye to Drake, and ushers me out to his vehicle. I swear Nighthawk Security must be code for oversized SUV with its black color, black rims, and black window tint. If they wanted to blend in, they missed their mark.

“Just how are you going to calm me down, sunshine?” Bridger asks once we’re both ensconced in the vehicle.

“Oh, you’ll just have to wait and see. I have a whole bag of tricks up my sleeve.” Really, I have no idea, but I’m thinking me bare and naked in his bed will do the trick. This time, I’ll be the one on top. He just doesn’t know it yet.

“I’m sure you do.” Bridger has one hand on the steering wheel. His arm is flexed, showing off his firm muscles even if he really isn’t putting on a show, but seeing how at ease he is behind the wheel is yet another turn-on. I’m thinking I’ll need to walk around with a fan for between my legs with how much heat he pours off his body.

I fan my face all the while it only causes Bridger to smile, which only intensifies the need I have for him. “It’s going to be a long car ride home,” I whisper to myself. Knowing my luck, he heard me. So, I sit back in my seat and think about something else until we get to my place.


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