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  “Would you like me to install one of those doorbells with a camera?”

  “Ugh, you’re already putting cameras outside, right?” She bites her lip.

  “Yes.”

  “Then I don’t think I need one. A normal doorbell is fine with me.” She shouldn’t bite her lip around me. She’s a sexy woman for sure. I wouldn’t mind punishing her and then pleasuring her until she can’t take it anymore.

  “I should be able to set this up for you in a couple hours. The cameras are wireless and easy to mount.”

  “Thanks. I’m a horrible host, can I get you anything?”

  “Nope.” I get to work.

  “Alright, well, I’ll be working in the back of the house if you need anything.” She walks away, and I can hear her feet against the wood floors.

  I get to work setting up the Wi-Fi first then move on to the cameras. It takes me about an hour to get them all on the same frequency. Now all I have to do is install the panel and the cameras outside, followed by the sensors. I forgot that I’m going to need a ladder. I know Sarah used to have one, but I don’t know if Emma moved it.

  I go to the back of the house in search of Emma. I enter a bedroom and see her military fatigues, diplomas, medals, and a weapon’s case. I didn’t know she was armed.

  “Emma?” I call out. I try another room; before I enter, I hear music playing.

  I don’t knock just yet but listen. I can hear her moving about and singing along to the song that is playing. I push open the door. “Emma?”

  She immediately stops dancing and turns towards me. “Oh shit! You scared the living life out of me.” This must be a guest room of some sort.

  “Sorry. I just wanted to let you know the Wi-Fi is set up and to see if you had a ladder?”

  “Yeah, there’s a ladder in the laundry room off the kitchen. Do you want me to get that for you?”

  “Nah, I got it. Nice moves, by the way.”

  She turns pink in the cheeks. “I didn’t know anyone was watching me.”

  I step away and grab the ladder. I don’t want to be a creep or anything, but I can’t help but notice she has some sexy ass lingerie in here. Her laundry is sitting on the top of the dryer and she has all types of lace and slink.

  “Damn.” I can’t help but think, who is she wearing all these for?

  I grab the ladder and head outside to install the cameras.

  After about forty-five minutes, I finally finish the cameras on the outside. I set up six wireless cameras and sensors. I head back inside and check my computer to make sure that they are all streaming properly. Everything looks good.

  I hear her footsteps heading my way. “Hey. How is everything going?”

  “Good so far. All the cameras and keypad are set up. You are streaming live. I just need to install the sensors on the windows and doors and you are good to go.” I can’t help but to check her out. She has a gorgeous pair of breasts and a gorgeous collar bone with a nice long neck; it’s beautiful and I’d love to collar her and tie her up.

  She gets closer to me and my computer and takes a look. Her face is right next to mine. “That’s pretty awesome. I can see everything.” She smells delicious.

  “Yup.” I look at her.

  “Are you hungry? My stomach has been growling for the past hour.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask immediately.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why didn’t you say you were hungry?”

  “Because I was working and you’re not my keeper.” She laughs. “I just ordered a pizza, I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all.” I usually try to eat on the healthy side except for breakfast when I treat myself to Liz’s baked goods.

  “Great. I ordered a pepperoni and a veggie.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “Thank you for all of this.” She keeps staring at the cameras. “So, how do I access the cameras? I see this is on your computer.”

  “You can access this from your computer, tablet, or cell phone. I will give you the secure link and the passcode so you can get to it.”

  “Right on, this is cool. Thank you so much. I don’t know how to repay you.”

  “No need. Like I said, it’s a housewarming gift.”

  “Alright, then. Can you let me know when the pizza gets here so I can pay for it?”

  “Sure.” I get back to work on installing the sensors for the camera.

  Twenty minutes pass when the doorbell rings. Emma rushes to answer it before I get a chance. She doesn’t even check, she just opens the door.

  “Hello, pizza delivery,” the young delivery guy says. He looks to be in his mid-20’s. He also looks like a meathead.

  “Hi. I’m so excited you’re here, I’m starving.”

  “Well, I’m glad I came. I didn’t know we had someone so gorgeous in town. You must be new,” the delivery guy says. I stay by the window listening.

  “Aww, you’re sweet, thanks. I just moved in. I’m Emma.”

  “I’m Brandon. Nice to meet you.”

  “Nice meeting you too.”

  “So, have you had an official tour of the town yet? I’d love to show someone as beautiful as you around.”

  Emma is about to answer when I head to the door.

  “I’m starving, is that the pizza?” I say, standing by Emma.

  “Hey, man.” He quickly changes his body language, getting super rigid as he checks out my cut. “Yeah, sorry, I have two medium pizzas, one pepperoni and one veggie. The total will be $22.67.” He hands her the pizza and I hand him $40.00.

  “Keep the change.” I close the door on him. I didn’t like him flirting with her.

  “Oh, no, Rock. I was supposed to pay for the pizza. You’re my guest.” She pouts a little.

  “Your hands were full, you can get it next time.”

  “Jeez, you’ll have to let me buy you dinner for all that you’re doing. It’s too much, really.” She brings the pizza to her kitchen island and opens it up. She walks around opening the cupboards and grabs two plates. “What can I get you to drink?”

  “What do you have?”

  She opens up the fridge. “I have bottled water, Gatorade, and iced tea.”

  “I’ll take some iced tea.” She pours me a glass and grabs a bottle of water for herself.

  “Please dig in,” she says as she hands me a plate. I grab a slice of the vegetable pizza and a slice of the pepperoni. She does the same and takes a seat at the island.

  “This tastes so good right now. I don’t know if it’s because I’m starving or because it’s actually good.”

  “They have pretty good pizza there.” It’s not bad, I’ve had better. We continue to eat.

  “How long have you been with the Corrupted Saints?” she asks me between bites.

  “Seven years. I came to them as a baby.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Thirty. And yourself?” I already know how old she is. I may have done a little digging.

  “I’m twenty-nine years young, or old, depending on how you look at it.”

  “Why did you leave the military?” I ask. In her file, it only said that she was honorably discharged. Yeah, and I did a background check on her after meeting her the first time.

  “I needed a change of pace. I loved my time serving our country, but I was ready to make a stable home for myself, or so I thought. My boyfriend cheated on me while I was deployed, and I thought for sure when I left the military that we would start a life together. Boy was I wrong.” She takes a sip of water.

  “You’re better off. You don’t need someone like that,” I say to her, looking her straight in the eyes so she knows I’m serious.

  “Thanks.” She takes another sip and wipes her fingers on a paper towel. “Has anyone ever told you, you are a very strong silent type with those deep blue eyes of yours?”

  “All the time.” I look her in the eyes.


  “I see.” She finishes up eating the rest of her pizza and cleans up our plates.

  “Thank you for ordering the pizza.”

  “You’re welcome, thank you for paying.” She laughs and goes into the fridge and pulls out a pecan pie. It looks just like the one her aunt used to make. “Do you want some dessert? I made it last night. My aunt used to make the best pecan pie, and she taught me her secret when I was a little girl.”

  “Yes. I know this pie well, she would always feed it to us when we came over. It’s my favorite.” I can’t believe she has the fucking pie I crave. “I’ve been craving this pie like I crave sex.”

  “Well, okay. I guess you don’t crave sex much, or you do?” she says awkwardly. I had thrown her off. She dishes out a piece for me and a piece for herself. “Do you want me to heat yours up?”

  “Yes, please.” I watch her as she moves about the kitchen. She has strong legs and arms. I can tell she keeps in shape, yet she’s super curvy. She would do great tied up, and I bet her stamina is on point.

  “Here ya go. I have some vanilla or butter pecan ice cream, what do you prefer?”

  “Never vanilla.” I lick my lips.

  “Alright, here ya go.” She sets down a hefty piece of pecan pie and butter pecan ice cream.”

  “Thank you. This looks delicious.”

  We both eat our pie and make small chat. She cleans up, and we both go our separate ways back to work.

  It takes me another two hours to finish up. I go in search of her and find her in the hall attempting to lift a heavy box into the attic.

  “Why didn’t you call me for help?” I startle her, and she’s about to fall. I quickly move and catch her. We both fall to the ground with me breaking her fall as she lands on top of me.

  “Oh my gosh, Rock, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” She is face to face with me.

  “I’m fine but you’re crushing my dick with your knee.”

  She quickly moves and gets up.

  “I’m so sorry. Do you need some ice or anything?” She offers me her hands to help me up. I take it.

  “I’ll be fine, I just need to walk it off.” I stand up and shake it off. That fucking hurt. “Why were you doing that all alone? You can seriously hurt yourself trying to lift a box that heavy alone.” I’m angry that she could have injured herself if I wasn’t here.

  “Jeez, calm down. I’m fine.”

  “I am calm, but you need to be careful.”

  “Okay, Dad, I will,” she says mockingly.

  If she was mine, I would take her over my knee and spank her for that mouth of hers and for almost hurting herself. I don’t know why I’m thinking of her being mine. This isn’t something I’ve thought about for a while.

  “I’m done for the day and need to head out. Let me show you how to operate the new system.” I give her a quick run-through of how her security works. She catches on pretty quick.

  “Thank you for everything.” She gives me a hug. She smells great and feels great against me. She is so soft.

  “You’re welcome. Here, give me your phone.” I hold my hand out.

  “Why?”

  “I want to put in my phone number just in case you have any questions or need someone to fall on.”

  She stares at me for a second before handing over the phone. I plug in my number.

  “Thanks. I’ll be fine. I’ve managed this long.” She walks me to the front door.

  “Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be around.”

  And with that, I hop on the back of my bike and head to my apartment in the city. I need to spank and dominate someone now. I need to feel in control.

  Chapter 6

  Emma

  It’s been about a week since Rock installed my security system, and it’s been great. I’ve been working on the house, and all my decorations and furniture arrived. The only thing I have left to do is build a shelving unit for all my books and awards. That’s what I’m working on now. I have one last nail to hammer in. I hit it once, twice, and it goes in, but at the same time, one of the statues I have falls off the shelf and ends up hitting my nose and eye then crashing onto the floor, shattering.

  “Oh shit! Ouch!” Immediately my nose starts to bleed. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!”

  I grab my t-shirt and hold it up to my nose. Oh no, what am I supposed to do? I hope I didn’t break my nose. I can barely see, I think I hit my eye as well, it’s all blurry. Shit! I need to call someone, but who? I barely know anyone in town. Liz did give me her phone number, I see her every morning and we talk. Where is my cell phone? Think, Emma, where did you leave it last? It takes me a minute to figure out where I put my cell before I remember I left it in the kitchen. I carefully make my way there and dial Liz.

  “Hello.” Thank goodness she answered.

  “Hi, Liz, it’s Emma.”

  “Hey, Emma, how are ya doin, girly?”

  “Uh, I had a little accident and didn’t have anyone else to call.” I can hear voices in the background.

  “Oh no, what happened?” I can hear someone in the background asking if I’m okay, who is that?

  “A statue fell off my shelf and hit me pretty hard on the face and eye and I can’t see well out of my eye, otherwise I would drive over to the hospital myself.”

  “Do you want me to call an ambulance or anything?”

  “No, no ambulance. I know it’s a lot to ask, but would you mind taking me over to the hospital? I may have broken my nose, it’s bleeding pretty badly and I can’t see out of my eye.” I can hear her telling someone what I just told her.

  “I’ll be right over. Rock is here. He’ll take me over since he knows where you live.” Great, hottie biker is going to see me all gross and beat up.

  “Thank you.”

  We hang up at the same time. I can feel blood going down the back of my throat, and my eye feels heavy. I go to my couch and take a seat. Damn statue.

  In less than ten minutes, I hear a car and a bike. I get up and open the door.

  I see Liz, Buzz, and Rock. Rock is walking up before everyone.

  “Are you okay? Let me see,” he says, examining my face. He looks worried.

  “I’m fine, Rock, I just need to get my nose and eye looked at. I feel like my nose might be broken. I also can’t see well out of my eye.”

  “Let’s get going, it doesn’t look good. You really did a number on yourself,” Liz says, worried.

  “I sure did. Do you think you can help me into the car? My perception is off. I think I bruised my eyeball.”

  Liz helps me into the car, and we drive to the hospital.

  We arrive at the hospital. Rock followed on his bike. Why did he decide to come? He opens the door for me and helps me out.

  “I think I should be fine from here, thank you guys for driving me.”

  “Oh no, we aren’t leaving you. I’m going to park the car and we are going to be right back. Rock, take her inside and ask for Charlotte.” Who’s Charlotte?

  He wraps an arm around my waist and leads me inside. I totally would fall if he wasn’t here.

  “Is Dr. Charlotte here?” Rock asks the reception of the ER.

  “She is with another patient, sir.”

  “How about you page her or I will?”

  The receptionist looks annoyed and is staring Rock down.

  “Hey, calm down. I don’t mind waiting, really,” I tell him.

  “No, you need to be seen.” He pulls out his cell phone and dials a number. “Charlotte, it’s Rock, I’m here in the ER.” He pauses to listen. “No, Breaker is fine. We have a friend here who hurt her face and she’s having trouble seeing out of her eye and her nose won’t stop bleeding.” He listens again. “Okay.”

  “Who was that?” I ask, confused.

  “That’s Pres’s old lady, she runs the ER here. She’ll be right out.” Oh.

  “Thanks.”

  He leads me over to the side of the door
s, and we wait a minute or so before she comes out.

  “Hi, you must be the friend Rock was telling me about. I’m Charlotte.” She’s pretty from what I can make out.

  “That’s me, I’m Emma. I’d shake your hand, doc, but it’s covered in blood and kinda needs to stay where it is,” I say through my bloody t-shirt and blurry sight.

  “That’s okay. Come on back with me, I’ll take care of ya.”

  “Thank you.”

  Rock walks with me, following Charlotte. He’s a pillar of strength for me to lean on right now. We finally get to an exam room, and Rock helps me sit on the gurney.

  “Alright, let’s take a look.” She pulls the bloody t-shirt I had against my nose off, and blood just gushes out. She grabs some gauze and presses it against my nose. “I want you to tilt your head back just slightly. Not too much, I don’t want you swallowing blood. I’m going to be doing the moving. I just want to take a look with a light super quick. Is that okay?”

  “Yup.”

  She takes a pen light and looks up my nostril and then my eyes.

  “You definitely broke it. “

  “Shit. Is it super crooked?”

  “It’s definitely not straight, I’m sorry to say.”

  “Can you set it?”

  “I can, but it’s going to hurt like hell.”

  “Do it.” I don’t want a crooked nose. I actually like my nose.

  “Can’t we give her some pain meds or something, Charlotte?” Rock asks.

  “We definitely can, I’ll be right back.”

  “No, I don’t want anything, just straighten it out.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, do whatever to make the bleeding and pressure stop.”

  Charlotte grabs my nose with both of her thumbs and presses down. I take myself to another place when she presses down quick. There’s a loud crack. Holy mother fucking god on earth, that hurt so bad. I make the slightest of whimpers and bite my lip.

  “How are we doing, Emma?” Charlotte asks me.

  “I feel better, the pressure is getting better.” It hurt, but a little pain makes me feel alive.

  “Your nose will continue to bleed. I want you to continue holding pressure, it should stop soon. Let me take a look at your eye.”