by Kay Maree
I hold up my hands in surrender. Shannon is six foot of Amazon goddess—long blonde hair, perfect, creamy skin, and blue eyes which can cut a man down with an icy glare. A smile cracks her beautiful face, and she runs toward me. Her arms go around my neck, and her legs wrap themselves around my waist.
“Guess you missed me?” I chuckle.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
With my hands firmly under her ass, I walk up the stairs, carrying my precious cargo. Shannon kisses all over my face before she finally finds my lips. With her lips pressed to mine, I kick the door closed and walk toward the bed. Sitting down, I let my hands roam up under her shirt and massage one of her breasts. Shannon moans, my tongue dips into her mouth, and as with every time I kiss this extraordinary woman, the taste is like a drug. Shannon grinds against me, and I rip off her shirt. She’s wearing a black lace bra, which I roughly pull to one side and take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it.
“Wait.”
I stop and look at her.
“Do we need condoms?”
What she’s really asking me is if I’ve fucked any of the club whores. I shake my head.
“I won’t be mad.”
“Shan, I haven’t slept with anyone else. It’s you and me. Forever and always.”
A frown mars her forehead. “It’s your job. You have to fit in. I understand.”
And I know she does, but the idea of putting my cock into one of the well-used club whores leaves me as limp as a noodle.
“Told them I’m shy. I get ribbed about it, but I’m clean.”
Shannon rests her forehead to mine. “If you’re lying to me, and I get a sexually transmitted disease, I’ll shoot you.”
I stand up and turn around, throwing her on the bed. “I haven’t slept with anyone, on my father’s honor.”
I kick off my boots and let my jeans fall to the ground, the rest of my clothes quickly follow. Shannon is kneeling on the bed, shirt open, eyes locked on my erect cock.
Slowly, she crawls toward me, then grasps my cock with one hand and puts her mouth over it, sucking. Her tongue swirls across the tip, and I groan. My hands twist in her long blonde hair as I pump in and out of her mouth. My balls begin to tingle, and if I let her keep this up, I’m going to blow my load. I back out and pull her up by her hair. Kissing her passionately, my hand goes up under her skirt—Shannon doesn’t have any underwear on, and she’s wet. I slip a finger into her, and she bucks against me.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” Shannon pants.
I grin at her. “Lay down.”
Shannon falls back on the bed. I kiss up the inside of her leg, biting, licking, sucking until I come to her mound. Her fingers thread through my hair as I suck on her clit and swirl my tongue over it. Shannon bucks and moans as I insert a finger, then another, all the while my tongue flicks across her most sensitive parts. Another finger goes into my goddess and another. Slowly, I draw them back then insert my whole hand. Shannon spreads her legs wider as I continue to work her with my tongue. I can tell by her taste, she’s close. I twist my hand in and out as I suck, and she did digs her nails into my head, holding me in position as she shatters around my fist, her pussy convulsing as she screams my name.
“Flint!”
When I’ve wrung every aftershock out of her, I carefully pull out my hand. My cock is dripping, and I need to find my release within her. I stand and pull her toward me by the ankles. Shannon has gone completely limp and compliant. I love her like this—face all soft, and she’ll let me do anything I want to her body. Right now, I only want to come inside her. With her legs over my shoulders, I thrust inside her. She’s wet and willing as I pound into her again and again. A familiar tingle begins in my balls, and I know I don’t have long to go.
I stop and look down at her. “On your knees.”
“Baby, I’m—”
“On. Your. Knees,” I repeat in a stronger tone.
Shannon flips over and positions herself on the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs wider.” Shannon does, and I slam into her. I don’t move. I stay deep inside her, enjoying the feel of her. “Work yourself.”
“Baby, I’m not sure I can get there again.”
My thumb goes to her anus, and I push it in. Shannon throws back her head in ecstasy and grinds back onto me. I know what my woman loves.
“Work yourself.”
One of her hands goes between her legs, and I move in and out of her with my thumb and cock. When I feel like she’s ready, I pull out of her vagina and into her forbidden treasure. This throws her over the edge, and she comes again. I’m careful as I move in and out as I don’t want to hurt her, but when she starts matching me thrust for thrust, my control slips, and I pound into her. My body feels like it’s being pulled tight like a string, then I’m falling as I spill my seed inside of her.
“Fuuuck!” I roar as I hold her tight against me.
Breathing heavy, with my fingertips, I lightly stroke her back. Shannon has her head resting on the bed, ass still up in the air, keeping us firmly joined.
“You okay?”
“Damn, baby, you should go missing for six months more often.”
“I think I’m done.”
Shannon raises up onto her elbows and pulls away from me. I groan as my cock is released from her body.
She turns on her knees and faces me. “For real?”
“Yeah, I think you’re going to like what I’ve got.”
With tears in her eyes, she kisses me softly. “Let’s go shower, and you can tell me.”
“Yeah. It’ll be good to finally come home.”
***
We are sitting on the couch, the fire going even though it’s not cold enough for it. Shannon wanted it, so I lit it. I did open all the windows so as not to overheat the place. We both have a coffee in our hands. Neither of us is speaking as we listen to the conversation between Alec Petrov and Jax. I’m studying Shannon, she’s chewing on her bottom lip, hunched over her coffee, listening.
When it finishes, she looks at me. “It’s not enough. He could argue he was talking about merchandise, and Jax was making a joke. I’m sorry, babe, we need more.”
I stand and throw my coffee cup at the wall. It shatters and coffee sprays everywhere. “Five fucking years! I’m done, Shannon. I can’t do this anymore. Do you know how hard I’ve worked? Do you know how much of myself I’ve lost to this fucking MC? I want out. I want to come home, to you, to us, and get my life back.”
I feel her arms snake around my waist, her front to my back. “I know. I know,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t know. The things I’ve seen? Surely, with everything I’ve given you over the last five years, we can build a case?”
“Circumstantial.”
I put my hands over hers and look up at the ceiling.
I’m not angry.
I’m resigned.
I’m never getting out from this MC.
“No one’s ever been under for this long. I know it’s hard on you, but you’re in a position of trust, and we have the opportunity to get them all. I know you want it. I know you want them all put away. We need Petrov to incriminate himself, then we’ll have the head of the snake, and you can come home.”
I know she’s right. But I’ve bent the law, I’m not sure if I should be allowed to go home. The things these animals do. The things I’ve done. I meant it when I said I hadn’t fucked another, but there’s been times when I’ve let a whore blow me. I have to keep up appearances. Then there’s the tattoo which covers my back. The club logo is embedded deep in my skin. Not to mention all the other ones I have on my hands and arms. All to show loyalty.
“How’s my mom?”
Shannon moves around me, keeping her arms on my waist. “She misses you. Use my phone to call her.”
Shannon reaches up and uses her thumb to wipe away a tear from my face I didn’
t know I had shed.
I scrub my hands over my face, nodding profusely. “Yeah, give me your phone, babe. I’ll call her now.”
“No. Let’s eat, you need time to decompress. Then, we’ll call her together.”
“What are we having?”
“Steak, boiled potatoes with sour cream and a whole lot of butter, and corn on the cob. You’re cooking on the dilapidated barbecue out back.”
I smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Neilson wants to see you, too. Get an emotional health check. He’ll be here in about an hour.” Shannon kisses me lightly. “Flint, you’ve got this. You’re so close, baby. You’ve never even been in the same room as the Russian mob before. Give us Petrov, and you’re home and hosed.”
“I can’t do another year. It was supposed to be a short undercover operation. I want a life.”
“The FBI knows the stress you’re under.” I scoff at her and move away, shaking my head. “Flint Armstrong… we do know. These people sell young girls as young as nine into the sex-slave market. You’re going to stop them. No one thought you’d do as well as you have in five short years. No one expected you to become Sergeant at Arms. They trust you. I know Hammer dying meant you had to start again, but look at what you’ve delivered? You’re close.”
“And every day I’m closer to losing myself. Every day I walk the line.”
Shannon moves to the bed and pulls up the covers. She clips her FBI badge to her pants and puts on her shoulder holster.
“You’re a good man, Flint Armstrong. I know you can walk that line.”
Shannon moves past me into the small kitchen and pulls out three steaks.
I guess Neilson is coming for dinner too.
***
We are at the back of the house while Neilson listens to the recordings. I have no desire to hear him tell me the exact same news Shannon told me. He was a couple of years ahead of me at the academy. Both of us went for this assignment, and I was so fucking proud when I got it over him. Now, I wish it had been the other way around. I was married to Shannon, and it helped me get the job. Senior agents thought having a wife who understood would make it easier on our marriage and me. It hasn’t. Shannon is turning thirty-four this year, and we’ve always said we wanted kids before she turned thirty. She doesn’t say anything. Shannon’s always been kept in the loop where the task force is concerned, and she knows how important all this is. But her biological clock isn’t slowing down.
The steak is good, and Shannon has my favorite beer in the fridge. When I finish my last mouthful of steak, Neilson comes out and sits opposite me, handing me a beer.
“The Petrov stuff is good, but you know it’s not enough, yeah?”
I nod, the food in my stomach settling like a stone.
“How are you feeling?”
I glance at Shannon. “I want to come home. I miss my family, my wife. I’ve been under too long.”
Shannon moves and sits next to me, running her hand up my back.
“We know. We didn’t expect you to be under this long. There’s a promotion and pay rise at the end of all this for you. You can probably name your post, but we need Petrov.”
“Yeah, I know.” I take a swig of my beer and put my arm around Shannon.
“Who’s this Wraith… this Felder?”
“No idea. Run the girl, Ann, and see if anything pops. Apparently, he’s her father. He hurt the Harbingers, set them and the Russian mob back. You heard Petrov, he wants her back and him dead.”
“Will do.” Neilson levels me with a gaze. “You in the right headspace to go back?”
“Not tonight. Tonight I want to spend time with Shannon. I’ll be fine by morning.”
“Can you be gone for that long?”
“Told them I wasn’t feeling well. I should be gold if I leave in the early hours.”
Neilson nods. “Thanks for the meal. I’ll leave you two alone. Be safe, Flint. You’re almost done.”
I stand and pull Shannon up with me. “Gerald, I’m giving this six more months, and no matter what we’ve got, I’m done.”
“You say that every time.”
“Yeah, but this time…” I glance at Shannon, “… I mean it.”
Neilson draws his eyebrows together and nods. “Fair enough. You two have a good night.”
Arm in arm, we walk him back through the cabin and out the front door. I wait until his tail lights are in the distance before I maneuver Shannon back inside and close the door. She goes into the kitchen and turns on the tap, filling up the sink. I walk up behind her and place my hands either side of her on the countertop. She’s pulled her hair up into a ponytail, and I wrap her long hair around one fist and pull her head back.
“Flint, I should do these dishes.”
“I’ll do them before I go.”
A giggle escapes her. “The last time you said that you threw them out. That’s not doing the dishes.”
“I want you,” I say as I pull her hair harder and kiss her neck.
“Flint,” Shannon says flatly.
I force one hand down the front of her pants and into her panties. Shannon squirms but is unable to get away from me.
“Flint, I’m not kidding around. Let me do the dishes.”
“Uh-huh. You’re mine, Shannon, for the next few hours. The dishes can wait.”
“Flint, you’re not listening to me.”
“Babe, you’re wet. I don’t think your body is listening to you either.”
Shannon twists and shoves. She’s FBI too, so I know if she wanted to get out of a stronghold, it wouldn’t be hard for her.
I close the gap between us and pin her arms behind her. “Let me fuck you.”
“No.”
I release her and take two steps back. “You’re fucking serious? You want to do the dishes?” A tear runs down her face, and she nods. “Shan, come on. I don’t know when I’ll get to see you.”
“Dishes,” she states firmly.
I shake my head and move toward the bed. I take off all my clothes, pull the covers back and climb in. It takes her less than ten minutes to do the few dishes, and I watch her as she stands there, staring out the window.
“Talk to me.”
Shannon shakes her head slightly.
“Shan, talk to me.”
Slowly, she turns and takes off her holster and badge, placing both on the small dining table, then she sits on the end of the bed.
“Did you mean it when you said you’re only going to do six more months, no more?”
The truthful answer is no. I need to nail these guys, or my five years undercover will have been for nothing. “Yes.”
“I’ve missed you so much.” Tears spill onto her cheeks, and she wipes at her face furiously.
I move to sit near her and place an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t cry, babe. We can do six months. The time will fly.”
She nods and begins to undo her shirt. I stand and pull her up, crushing her to my frame. Shannon’s hands are locked around my waist, and she lets them trail down to my ass, squeezing it slightly.
I lean back and cup her breasts through the material of her blouse. Shannon moves closer and chastely kisses my lips. I grin at her and grip either side of her blouse, ripping it open, sending buttons everywhere.
“Flint!”
“Hush,” I say, pressing a finger to her lips.
I drop to my knees and undo her belt and pants, peeling them and her underwear down. I can’t get them off as she still has on her boots. With my face near her crotch, I grip her ass and crush her to me. My tongue delves in deep, and I lick and lap at her.
Shannon falls backward onto the bed. “Think I need my boots off.”
I chuckle and pull them off along with her pants and panties. I kiss my way up her body, holding my weight above hers on locked arms. Lowering myself, I kiss her lightly on the lips. Shannon tries to deepen it, but I pull back.
“Are yo
u okay?”
“I miss you. Every decision I make at home, I try to keep you in mind. Would you like it? Would you put it there? I want us to make decisions together and not have a fuck every few months or so. I want my husband back, my partner in life.”
I fall on the bed beside her and raise up on one elbow. “I want it, too.”
Shannon sighs. “I know, babe. Now, kiss me like you mean it.”
“Come here.”
Shannon straddles me, and I cusp her head in my hands and kiss her slowly, deliberately, letting the passion burn through us. Her hips grind against my cock, and I know she’s becoming impatient. She’s wet and ready for me. I plant a foot on the bed and flip us. We both bounce, and I thrust up inside her.
“Flint,” cries Shannon.
I never get sick of hearing her say my name when I’m buried inside her. I set a slow pace in and out, enjoying the feel of her tight, slick pussy.
“Faster.”
I shake my head. “Don’t know when I’m going to see you again. I want this to last.”
“Six months. Faster,” demands my Amazon goddess.
Knowing my time away could be longer, I give in and allow her to have what she wants. Shannon’s nails dig into my back as she locks eyes with me. There are tears forming in them, and I kiss her while I increase my speed. Her tongue touches mine, and I suck at it, taking it into my mouth. This kiss rapidly turns into a teeth-gnashing, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other fuck fest.
Shannon twists her head from mine and moans as the first of her orgasm washes through her. Her pussy contracts around my cock, milking me. Sinking my teeth into her shoulder, I pump in and out harder and faster as a familiar electric sensation fills my balls, and I come hard, yelling her name.
There’s blood in my mouth, and I realize I’ve broken the skin. I kiss the spot and raise up on my elbows as I continue to move in and out of my woman. Her hair is splayed across the bed, the tears are flowing freely, but she’s smiling.
“Sorry.”
“What for?”
“Bit you hard.”
Shannon shrugs. “Didn’t feel it.”
“Broke the skin.”
“Didn’t feel it.” Shannon looks down between us, where we’re joined, and sucks in her bottom lip. When she eventually looks back at me, more tears flow freely.
