Free Becoming His Slave by Talon P. S., Ayla Stephan Page B

could say.” Trenton offered a fractured smile.
    “Yeah well your suppose to be working so whatever it was, get over it and get back to your post, before enough tongues start wagging over this way that it reaches Amelia’s ears.”
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    Trenton returned the hotel, calling Diesel up just before coming into the room to announce his return and so he didn’t get shot in the head for barging in unexpectedly.
    “Wasn’t expecting you back tonight.” Diesel pushed up on an elbow, jammed his pillow up in a ball then dropped back down on it and looked at him.
    “Me neither.” Trenton dropped down on the corner of his bed, wincing from the hard-on in his pants, “How’d the rest of the night go in there?” his head motioned to the door that adjoined them to the suite. “She finally get to sleep?”
    “Yeah, but it didn’t come easy for her. She was making all kinds of racket in there, and the moaning wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t until I heard something crash against the wall that I checked in on her.” He shook his head in bewildered amusement, “Poor thing was crumpled on the floor in misery and cursing to have any man involved with the invention of enhancement creams castrated.” He laughed and scratched his buzzed head. “I convinced her to go down stair with me and have a few drinks. Told her it would help take the edge off and keep her distracted for awhile—” he gave Trenton a smirk, “You know she’s pretty good at playing— name that skirt.”
    Trenton let out a tight chuckle, “She’s a writer what’d you expect?”
    “Yeah well she’s also a light weight, two long island teas and she was trashed. I carried her up and put her to bed.”
    Trenton dragged his fingers through his hair, then tried to shift the hard flesh in his pants, “I think I’ll take a shower—I gotta get rid of this raging hard on, if I'm to get any sleep myself tonight.”
    “Wait—you mean to tell me you went to the club and you still came back with a hard on—what gives?”
    “Deez, my dicks so hard I could lift full size stone blocks to build a pyramid with and all I can think of is the woman in there.”
    “In there?” Diesel popped up on his elbows and flashed a troubled looked his way. “You mean Katianna? Whoa —Red—Dangerous territory—she’s a client.”
    “No Amelia is. Kat is my charge.” His rebuke was too quick.
    “Semantics, dude.”
    “ Humph —that’s exactly what she said.” He dropped a troubled brow into his hand propped up on a knee.
    Just then a scream split through the air and reached their ears. Trenton and Diesel were both instantly to their feet drawing guns from their hiding places within the room and burst through the door to Katianna’s room with such force they nearly broke it from its hinges.
    The light mounted on Trenton’s gun swept the room, but there was only Katianna thrashing in her bed.
    Another scream and she bolted up right, her hands pushing out to brush something away from her.
    Trenton ran to her pulling her into his arms and she screamed again.
    “No. I didn’t take it! Get them off of me!” She whimpered, still caught in the night fright.
    “ Shhh —it’s only a dream Katianna.” He whispered in her ear and rocked her in his arms. Her sleeping body soon settled against him as he crooned her back to sleep. He glanced over at Diesel, his hand stroking at her hair with guarded affection. Diesel exchanged the glance then stretched out his hand for Trenton’s gun.
    Trenton handed it over. Diesel stepped to the side of the bed and stuffed it under the mattress, then silently left, returning back to the adjacent room and closed the door.
    Trenton lifted Katianna up to return her back to her spot in the bed. He crawled in beside her keeping his arms wrapped around her and held her against him, where he remained for the rest of the night, shielding her from things that went bump in the night.
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