Dillon lay calmly beneath him, searching his expression for another few quiet moments. Nasa watched her tongue swipe out across her lips, leaving the full curves slick and shining.
“I'll give it some very serious thought,” she promised softly.
It wasn't the eager agreement he hoped for, but it had to be good enough for now. As cautious as she was, no doubt Dillon would consider all the angles before taking such a big leap, especially with all the upheaval she'd already experienced.
Nasa didn't want to consider himself grateful to Ghost for having sent Dillon to him; the motives for such a move were something Nasa could pick apart all day long.
In the end, though, it really came down to the fact Dillon was here, and she was quickly becoming everything Nasa hadn't realized he'd needed or been missing.
“Full disclosure,” Nasa told her softly, stopping with his mouth a breath away from hers. “I'm going to make it as difficult as possible for you to want anything else.”
Her brilliant smile and the way she hitched her legs around his waist was all the encouragement he needed.
She wasn't going back to Dallas.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Fuck me.”
It was just after three in the morning when Nasa found an answer to why the Leviathans might be so hard up for Rachel Sterling.
Unlike the compound, Dillon hadn't wired the bathrooms at the women's shelter, but she'd done an admirable job ensuring almost everything else could be seen via the cameras.
Just before taking off with Dillon, Rachel Sterling made a pit stop at the second-floor bathroom with her boot laces done up tight and came out with the left one undone.
Most people wouldn't even consider the state of a person's shoes to be of any importance. Of course, it was possible the laces had simply come undone, and hurt like she was, Rachel couldn't bend over to tie them back up.
To Nasa, the possibility Rachel had smuggled something inside her shoe was a pretty good one. The nurses who helped Rachel in and out of her clothes likely wouldn't have checked inside the heavy boots, and since the police hadn't been called to the ER to take Rachel's statement, they wouldn't have taken the shoes into evidence.
It wasn't just the laces that clued Nasa into thinking Rachel might have stashed something in the shelter bathroom.
She looked terrified going in—jumpy, anxious, looking around for any sign to say someone was following her into the bathroom—and significantly relaxed when she came back out.
A review of the building's blueprints revealed several places to hide something small enough to fit inside a teen girl's boot.
Which meant someone he trusted had to go in there and do a thorough search of the bathroom.
Any other location, Nasa would have tapped two of the guys to ride up and search the place. Without having to ask, Nasa knew Dillon would adamantly refuse, and not just because the building was hers.
Another pair of bikers showing up asking to come inside and toss the bathroom would probably go over about as well as an ax murderer in a nunnery.
Leaving the compound again with Dillon meant risking another vehicular assault, and the replacement window for his truck hadn't come in yet.
Considering his options, the best thing to do was play a shell game withhis bug-out trucks. The BOTs were nondescript, white, all the same make and model, with tinted windows.
If those bastards who'd chased them after coming from Pavlovia were still out there—and to his extreme displeasure, Nasa couldn't say for sure that they weren't—they'd see six white trucks roll out through the main gate and take off in different directions, with no way to tell who was inside.
Unless Ghost sent the bulk of his crew down to fuck with them, it would be a game of total chance for the fuckers to pick the right car.
The BOT's were all equipped with the same bulletproof glass, prototype tires, and powerful engines as Nasa's personal truck, which meant he'd be able to take Dillon to the shelter without risking her safety.
Duke and Tobias could leave earlier in their baby shit brown truck and meet up with Nasa and Dillon somewhere around Killeen. Easy.
He spun his chair around to look at the bump Dillon made in his bed, illuminated by the glow of his monitors, peacefully cuddled beneath the heavy blankets. The satisfaction Nasa experienced knowing Dillon slept only a few feet away was profound.
Normally, he'd be up working most of the night, catching naps here and there when he felt like it. Now, he wanted to get his shit done as fast and as thoroughly as possible and turn the monitors off so he could crawl in with her.
So, that's what he did.
He carefully slid between the sheets, shushing her softly when Dillon gave a murmur in response to the kiss he pressed between her shoulders, feeling a peculiar melting sensation in his chest when she stretched into the stroke of his hand over her hip.
That satisfaction he'd felt earlier only intensified when Dillon hugged his arm between her breasts like a favorite stuffed animal and settled into the curve of his body with another happy hum.
On her other side, Elka didn't even twitch in response to Nasa joining the party.
They were going back to Dallas, and Nasa wasn't worried Dillon would stay. She felt safe here. Safe with him.
It would be his mission in life to give her everything she needed, everything she dreamed of or desired, providing her with things she wanted before she thought to need them.
He had a whole storage unit to fill up with things just for her and couldn't wait to get started.
*****
“Her left shoe is untied! You think she hid something in the bathroom?”
Dillon sat in his command chair wrapped up in one of the fluffy throw blankets. Her hair stood up at wild angles from where
