Keeping You: KJ Elite Inc. by L.K. Kracek Page B

only dream or memory that ever put me in a good mood – giddy even.
    As morbid as it was, it was the night my… it was the night they died.
    “I…” Should I tell him? The only person who knew it all was Nolan. My guardian who swooped in, took me away and lived only long enough to see me run to safety. That was the only part of the whole event that broke me down.
    “It’s okay. I don’t have to know.” Noah held his hands up in surrender. He had retreated to the far corner of the room where Matt had sat earlier.
    “I was remembering my twelfth birthday.”
    Noah’s face pinched like he knew something.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “For what? It was the best birthday I ever had. Even now.”
    “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. And I’m sorry for your loss.”
    I took a deep breath and situated myself into a more comfortable position, laying on my left side.
    “Thank you?”
    We both knew it wasn’t a question but how do you reply to that?
    “Try and get some more sleep. I’ll be here.”
    Diesel was lying on the bed beside the chair and snored loudly.
    “So you’ve read the file, then?”
    Of course he had – Luke was his brother and these guys ran a very high class, higher rated business.
    He just nodded.
    I patted the bed beside me and pulled the covers back.
    “Can you come sit with me? The dream typically puts me in a fantastic mood, but it also has me weary. The ending, you know.”
    He hesitated for quite some time before gliding slowly over to the bedside and sitting; his back to me, breathing ragged.
    “Have you been running?” I asked, nervous.
    “Are you sure I won’t spook you? I have to know.”
    “I’m sure.” I was feeling very bold.
    Lying beside him earlier was very relaxing and even lit a fire I never knew sat in my loins.
    With his house shoes still on, he pulled the blankets back up and laid on top of them.
    “Won’t you get cold?”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    “Are you upset with me?”
    Damnit, I never should have kissed him. Now he probably, definitely thinks I’m insane and will never look at me again.
    Noah clenched and unclenched is teeth.
    “I’m sorry.” I spat, shaking my head.
    “Don’t ever apologize to me, Jamie.”
    “Well, what else am I supposed to do?”
    “Let me hold you?”
    The nervousness, the pleading in his question simply melted me. Good thing I was under the covers or he would surely see what he was doing to my body as I clenched my thighs together.
    “Okay.” I stuttered a bit but only because I had never cuddled with anyone.
    Noah rolled to face me and then rolled me over before spooning into my backside.
    Holy.freaking.frack.sticks.
    The man had an anaconda in his pants and it was pushed right up against my butt.
    My body took over as if it knew what to do and wiggled against his firmness.
    “Shit, sugar. Stop moving or I’ll soak the blanket.”
    He wasn’t the only one. I was practically dripping down below.
    Thank God for Cosmo asking me to pose on the cover; I had subscribed and have never missed an issue. I might not be having sex, but I sure knew all about it. Or mostly.
    I knew enough to know that the baseball bat rubbing up against me was all for me.
    After everything I’ve gone through, this should scare the living crap out of me. Why did this not scare the living crap out of me?
    I wiggled again, completely on purpose this time, stifling a giggle.
    “Jamie.” He reprimanded, tightening his hold on my waist.

“Did I do something wrong?”
    “You know what you’re doing, sugar and if you keep pushing I can’t promise I’ll stop once we’ve started.”
    It was a flat out, up front, totally honest warning.
    Those were the kind my terrible curiosity ignored.
    What was the phrase?
    Oh yes, “Ruh roh Raggy.”
    I rolled over onto my back; I’ve got to see the storm building in his eyes.
    There it was. The midnight blue swirling and churning into a deadly storm that was going to swallow me whole. I welcomed it.
    Reaching