by Bijou Hunter
I'm not surprised she ignores me. Was her kiss a sign of Saskia losing control or her way to regain the power from me? She's impossible to read with her stony expression and chilly eyes. Betraying her cold exterior, the kiss was hot and welcoming.
Mom and Nell talk about their worries over the trip to New York City. They fear the unknown. We've lived in this house in this suburb since the attack. We shop at the same stores and visit the same restaurants. This place gives us a false sense of security in an insecure world. Now we're heading to a big city filled with possible threats and Mom is second guessing everything.
"These interviews will help sell the book," Marx says.
"Why can't we do them with via satellite, so we don't need to leave the house?"
"I know you're nervous, but we have more than interviews planned. Besides, Saskia and Minka have all the security in order."
Mom and Nell look to Saskia who gives a curt nod. Marx rubs her the wrong way. He's too curious about her secrets, so she hides even more whenever he shares a room with her.
"Minka will be there too," Nell says, likely pissing off Saskia.
"See?" Marx asks. "They'll handle the security while you'll enjoy a working vacation."
Sharing a worried glance, Mom and Nell fall silent. I'm happy for the lack of chatter. I don't want to think of unfamiliar cities or being grilled in interviews. My mind and body only want to relive the hotter than hell kiss from the ice princess sitting across from me at dinner.
After Marx leaves, Saskia does her perimeter check. I sit on the couch and watch Paranormal Witness. I need something creepy to distract me from my raging hard-on. I consider taking a cold shower, but the erection actually feels good. My entire body exudes power after too long of indifference. The only way I want to find pleasure is if it's inside Saskia.
"Don't talk to me," she says, walking through the family room with the dogs following her.
"You don't talk to me either," I mutter.
Saskia glances back and frowns, but I only give her a wink. She's being odd, and I'm fairly sure why. The answer makes my dick throb harder.
An hour later, the house is quiet when Saskia reappears. Mom and Nell are in their room for the night. Saskia stands next to the couch, pretending to watch TV. I pretend to watch it too.
"I feel you thinking about me again," I say without glancing at her.
Saskia sits on the arm of the couch and stares at me. Her gaze sets my already flushed skin on fire. When I glance up at her, she stares with the oddest expression.
"What are you thinking?" I ask softly, afraid to spook her.
"I don't eat glue."
Only a second passes before I understand the reference. Saskia leans down to kiss me. Her lips slide over mine, sucking hungrily. My hands wrap around her waist and pull her onto my lap. Saskia melts into my embrace. The ice queen quickly thaws in my arms.
Her kisses leave me breathless. I don't think about who she is or my past. I only wrap her tighter before picking her up and walking to my bedroom. No interruptions or distractions, I want Saskia alone.
Sitting on my bed, I shove one hand into her thick red hair and hold her on my lap with my other hand. Her tight little body wraps itself against me. Our lips suck wildly. Tongues explore feverishly. Everything happens too fast. Saskia yanks my shirt over my head. Pushing me back on the bed, she kisses my scarred chest without any hesitation.
A moment of awkwardness never materializes, and my control snaps. She's too beautiful, and my cock has been hard for too long. I'm past playful making out. I ache for relief.
Saskia lifts her arms when I pull up her shirt. Her small perky tits hide behind a plain white bra. My fingers roughly tug the straps down and cups aside until I can wrap my lips around her hard pink nipple.
Purring something in her native tongue, Saskia digs her fingers into my hair and holds me still. I smile at how her body shivers from the pleasure. When my teeth nip at the hard flesh, she grinds her crotch against my thigh. Her jeans do little to disguise the heat between her legs.
Saskia tips my head back and sucks my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers tug off her bra and toss it on the floor. Lips never leaving mine, she stands on the bed and holds onto my shoulders for balance. I pop the button on her jeans and slide them down her silky thighs.
Kicking off the jeans, Saskia releases my lips and gazes down at me with a look of wild passion. I never imagined I'd see her eyes so electric. Before she can lower herself, I wrap my arms around her legs and nuzzle my face against her simple white panties.
Saskia exhales painfully, and her legs tremble. Her arousal soaks through the fabric. Licking the wet slit, I tug aside her panties and lick again.
Still murmuring in another language, Saskia trembles in my arms. My tongue presses deeper, tasting her swollen clit.
"Fuck," she whimpers.
My dick is too hard to bear any longer. Tearing off her panties, I pull her down onto the bed. Saskia immediately wiggles free of my grasp. Turning around, she removes my shorts and finally frees my erection. Saskia straddles me, giving me the stunning view of her wet pussy.
Before I can think, her lips wrap around the head of my cock. I groan what sounds like words without knowing what I've said. Even aching for relief, I can't let go yet. Not in her mouth like a horny teenager.
"Saskia," I moan, cupping her waist. "Turn around."
Without a single word, she pops my cock from her mouth and flips around. Saskia wraps her hand around the base of me and guides my thick erection into her hot pussy.
"Fuck," I say.
"Yes, fuck."
Saskia's pussy takes more cock than I think possible with her small frame. She doesn't wait for her body to adjust to my size. Rolling her hips wildly, she seeks relief before I find my own. I smile at the way her body moves. A powerful woman taking what she wants.
Between her pussy sucking at my cock and the sight of her perky tits bouncing, I can't hold on. Pain and pleasure wrap into the best orgasm of my life. Saskia doesn't relent. I hear her gasp and think she comes too. Hours of desire and a lifetime of nothing special blind me to everything beyond my pleasure.
Saskia moves as if to climb off me. This thought sends me into a panic, so I sit up and wrap an arm around her waist. Rolling over, I rest her on the bed and lean over her.
Her hot gaze cools. Feeling challenged, I reach for her wrists and clasp them over her head with one of my hands. She looks almost delicate spread out below me.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, stroking my cock against her pussy. "I could look at you forever."
Saskia's dark eyes warm again. She doesn't like having me restrain her. Not at first. Soon my stroking returns her arousal. Her nipples harden to pink tips. Her legs wrap around my hips. Watching me intently, she smiles when I tease her clit with the head of my cock.
"Brad."
This one word means more than anything a woman's ever said to me. Trusting me, she submits to my desire. Welcoming me, she lets her guard down. If I hurt her, she'll destroy me by never showing me her heart again.
12
~ Saskia ~
Empty Ice Princess
Lust is a mirage. Reaching for the perfect pleasure promised by one's needs, the reality behind the dream always comes up short. The sexy man of one's dreams will prove flawed. The real sex never competes with the fantasy. As the mirage fades, a person finds themselves stuck with a stranger they wished they'd never met.
Brad remains the same sexy man even after my first orgasm. My desire doesn't fade after the second time I come. He's still addictive even after hours of exploring in bed.
We don't speak beyond passionate words of encouragement. Reality overflows with cold ugliness, and I refuse to embrace it until the sun rises.
The reminders of Brad's torture have long scarred over. I know he remains self-conscious about them. At first anyway. When I first kiss his scars, he tenses. After awhile¸ he only smiles at the affection.
I fall asle
ep cuddled against Brad. In my entire life, I've never cuddled with anything, not even a doll. His sweaty body feels warm against the back of me. I shiver at the feel of his stubble against my throat. Brad is a tender lover, but he repeatedly uses his size to control me. A habit I find oddly endearing.
My sins never haunt my dreams, but the sins committed against Brad do. I see the blade slicing into his chest and back. His voice echoes in my head. Before realizing I'm the one holding the knife in the dream, I already sense where my subconscious is headed.
Waking a few minutes before dawn, I wiggle free of Brad's grip. He doesn't wake, though his hands reach for me. I grab my clothes, except for my torn underwear, and sneak out of the room. In my mind, I visualize Ruth and Nell waiting for me in the living room. Even feeling like an idiot for caring about their opinions, I still worry.
Fortunately, they're still asleep when I leave Brad's room. The dogs look at me and then at the back door. I let them outside before hurrying to my room to clean up and pull myself together.
I take a shower to wash off his scent, yet my body remembers. The flesh between my legs remains tender, and I grimace in wonderful pain when I pull on my jeans. Brad fucked me so thoroughly that I'm sure I'll feel him inside me the rest of the day.
Unable to shake my sappy feelings, I make a pot of coffee and check the night's surveillance. I flinch when Nell shuffles into the kitchen minutes later. The dogs also freak me out more than usual when I let them inside. Even the disturbances on the surveillance bother me. Brad seems to have broken something inside me, and now the world is too big, loud, and scary.
Yet I'm still me. Nothing truly frightens me. Even death is no more than a future inconvenience. Why am I allowing this man to make me so weak? Brad is like a Trojan horse, sneaking past my icy walls and destroying me from within. And he does it all without trying.
His expression when he enters the kitchen and sees me is one of unrestrained honesty. He wants me. He's also blissfully happy the way a great night in bed often makes a man. Our time together has strengthened Brad while I feel pathetically weak.
The difference between the sexes is never as apparent as when he smiles at me.
I refuse to play along with my biology. Brad is beautiful, and the sex is wonderful, but the pleasure is fleeting. Lust always fades.
Analyzing my weakness, I decide I'm simply reacting to this new phase in my life. I've given up a darker lifestyle and embraced something softer. This change threw me off kilter, that's all. I'm still Saskia. I still fear nothing. Not pain or torture. And certainly not the beautiful blond man watching me while I finish my coffee.
Brad knows something is up the minute he leans down to kiss my neck, and I dodge his affections. Bolting out of the kitchen, I nearly run into Minka and her best buddy and former assassin partner Troy Sheridan.
"She's so perky," Minka says to Troy.
When I glare at her, she smiles wider. Troy glances around before nodding at Brad watching us from the kitchen.
"Where do I set up the extra surveillance?" Troy asks.
"Outside," I mutter, walking away.
Minka guides Troy to the backyard first. Hearing her boots on the wood floors, I know she's now coming to bother me. I hurry to my room and push the door shut until her hand stops me.
"What's wrong?" she says, grinning in a completely unsympathetic way. "Bad dreams?"
I stare up at her and frown. "Do you really want to be my friend or are you just playing one of your stupid games?"
Minka's smile changes. "I'm really digging the idea of girlfriends."
"Then come with me."
We walk into my bedroom where I shut the door. Minka flops on the bed and stares at me with excited eyes.
"Did you two have your first kiss?" she asks.
"We slept together last night."
Minka nods. "Huh, so you're a bit of a slut, aren't you? I like that. What's the problem?"
"How did you stay professional with Troy back when you were dating and working together?"
"Oh, so you want to play things safe and cool, but lover boy wants to take things to a clingy level. Or am I reading this wrong?"
"You're not wrong."
"Well my way won't work with you. When I was with Troy, I just ran hot like I always do. You're a frigid little badass though, and Brad's making you warm up. No idea how to deal with that."
"Should I just tell him to fuck off?"
"Hey, normally, I'd say play coy and make him squirm, but we're like a decade too late for high school moves. Why don't you just be honest and say you need space while you're working? Considering people are actually trying to kill him, I think he'll want you to stay focused."
Minka's right. Hiding from Brad is childish. We spent the night together, but I'm still a professional. As a grown man, he'll understand my concerns.
"Is it the torture thing that's worrying you?" Minka asks, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
Even frowning, I know what she means. Minka though takes my silence to mean I'm confused.
"After all, Brad was tortured by his captors, and you are Little Maven. I'd imagine that'd be an awkward conversation."
"We're lovers, not confidants," I mutter. "There's no need to share anything with him."
"True, as long as it's sex, he doesn't need to know your secrets. Now if you get too tied up with him then things might get iffy."
"Are you trying to make me tense?"
"No, just talking. I don't know how to be supportive. Maybe I'd do better if you cried or looked at all sympathetic."
Rolling my eyes, I sit on the bed. "He makes me feel strange. Weak, I guess."
"Fucked you sideways, huh?"
"You're not helping."
A grinning Minka pokes me in the back. "I don't see the problem. You're healthy young people with mutual attraction. You want some space, and I've told you how to get it. So what's the problem?"
"I don't like this feeling," I say, scratching at my chest. "I feel broken since last night, and save the humor. I'm being serious."
"Maybe you really like this guy. Have you ever liked a guy before?"
"Sure."
"Really liked a guy."
"No, but I enjoyed sex before."
"I've enjoyed sex before too," Minka says, sitting up next to me, "but it's different when you care about the person. I cared about Troy and everything felt different. I didn't even love him, but the sex was different. So maybe you care about Brad more than you have for any of the other guys lucky enough to get into your panties."
"I might be compromised."
"Do you want to quit this job?"
"No but I might need to."
"Do you think you can put aside your attraction to shoot a target?"
"I can't imagine anything capable of distracting me enough to not shoot someone."
"No, I can't either, but I figured I'd ask."
Scratching my chest again, I admit, "I worry I might miss something because I'm focused on him."
"These cult people are middle aged douches. I can't imagine they'll be so sly that we need to play this job like we're hunting the Da Vinci Code."
"And if I fuck up and he dies?"
"You'll feel guilty. I'm sure it won't be the first time that's happened. We all have regrets."
"I don't."
"You're a little bit of a sociopath, aren't you?"
I glare at her. "I wasn't raised to regret anything."
"And you just did everything your mother told you?"
"Yes."
"I rebelled," Minka says in a cocky tone.
"Your mother is a lying thieving bitch, but I doubt she'd sell you into slavery or hack off your limbs to make a point."
"No, probably not. How'd you know that about my mom?"
"Everywhere you go, you talk and talk. Did you not realize people you weren't talking to could also hear you?"
Minka frowns. "No, I guess it didn't."
We study one another. I'm re
ady to leave when Minka suddenly smiles.
"Your mom sounds like a monster."
"You seem surprised. I assumed she was a notorious monster."
"Yes, but many professionals are monsters with their work but decent with their families."
"Name one."
"Dolores Manny. She was an ice cold contractor who doted on her two kids."
Sighing, I stand up. "Yes but she originally had three children."
"Oh," Minka mutters. "I always knew there was something off about that bitch."
"I'm done bonding."
"For forever or just for today?"
"For today."
"Yes, friendship with women is exhausting." Minka stands up and pats me on the head. "We did good with the bonding though."
Slapping away her hand, I step back. "Thank you for talking with me. I've never had a friend to gossip with. I appreciate your help."
"Was this gossiping?"
"I don't know but don't touch my head again."
Spinning around, I walk out of the room with Minka stomping behind me. She keeps reaching for my head, and I keep dodging her attempts. We join Troy outside as he installs cameras to search the sky for the possible drones. Doing my job can't keep my mind off Brad, and I even feel him thinking about me. I suspect he feels me thinking about him too.
13
~ Brad ~
Twisting in the Wind
Saskia is playing games, though her hot and cold routine doesn't surprise me. The night before in bed, she tried squirming away. Every time she attempted to escape, I wrapped her into my arms and forced her to stay where she really wanted to be. In bed, I was in charge.
Now the sun is up, and she's playing the dominant role again. Saskia's escape with Minka makes me smile. I'm under her skin. I feel just as intoxicated by her, leaving me fearless. Meanwhile, she hides away and gossips.
"Are you packed?" Mom asks, handing me a glass of orange juice.
Nodding, I say nothing. She senses something is different and wants to know what. As much as I love my mom, no way in hell do I plan to tell her about last night. She'll crap all over my good mood.
