Free Waiting for Him by Samantha Cole Page B

You’re not the first Dom to question himself, and you won’t be the last. The point is…which is more important to you? Can you love her without topping her? Or do you need it like the air you breathe? You said before, you don’t know each other anymore…maybe this is your chance to get to know her again. Maybe she’s changed, too. Maybe she wants to be topped, did you ever think about that?” He paused a moment to let the idea sink into the other man’s head. “Now stop being an ass and let’s get your girl out of trouble, all right? Think about fucking her after this is all over.”
    Boomer snorted then grinned. “You’re a prick, Reverend.”
    “Hey, I tell it like it is. You want sensitive, call Polo.”

Chapter 7
    Boomer quietly shut the door between the two rooms, but kept it unlocked. Kat was still sleeping and he didn’t need to wake her yet. Jake and he had spent about thirty minutes going over what they knew and what they still needed to find out. They’d called Ian to let him know where they were staying, so he could forward the information to Keon. The paperwork they needed for the bank would arrive sometime after eighteen hundred this evening. Jake was heading out in a few minutes to scout the area around the motel, and also the bank, which was three blocks away. In the meantime, Boomer was left alone to watch over Kat. He double checked the front door locks and peeked out the window through the thin gap of the closed curtains. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
    Spinning around one of the straight back chairs at the table, he straddled it and sat. Kat was now laying on her other side, facing him, and his eyes roamed over her features. Her cheeks, pert nose, and soft full lips helped form a face which could grace a magazine cover when combined with the beautiful eyes he would recognize anywhere. The sheet had shifted down to her waist leaving her upper torso exposed. His mouth watered as he stared at the lush cleavage peeking out of her V-neck shirt. Damn, he wanted her more now than he had as a teenager. Maybe Jake was right. Maybe the universe had sent her back to him for a reason.
    Being a Dom was a major part of his life. He’d found the lifestyle he loved before he was assigned to Team Four and met Ian and the rest of his current teammates. One of his buddies from basic training had brought him to his first club after they’d been stationed together in San Diego. He spent two years there until he was accepted into the SEALs Bud/s training program. After graduating with his trident, he was assigned to Team Four, which was his father’s old team in Virginia. He’d been happy to learn several of his new teammates also participated in the lifestyle and joined the club they all frequented.
    Kat stirred and moaned, but stayed asleep. The sounds coming from her mouth had him growing hard and he adjusted himself in his jeans. What would she do if he woke her by nuzzling her ear…her neck…her breasts? Would she push his hand away as he cupped her mound and flexed his fingertips into her core through her pants? Would she allow him to undress, restrain, eat and fuck her? Would she scream when she came for him? Would she beg for more? Would she…
    Fuck, he needed a cold shower. But that would leave her vulnerable. He’d have to find another way to tame his raging hard-on until Jake returned to keep watch. Grabbing a Men’s Fitness magazine from his duffel, he moved to his bed and sat with a pillow between his back and the wall while crossing his ankles. He covered his erection with another pillow and flipped through the pages until he found an interesting article to read.
    A few minutes later, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to find Kat staring at him. Her sleepy expression made him smile. “Feel better?”
    She stretched her arms and back and he bit his tongue as the actions thrust her chest toward him. “Yeah, I needed that.”
    Snorting, he tore his