Love in Electric Blue (Westlake Enterprises)
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He held himself like an offering, his cock thick and long. His slit looked wet, and he rubbed his thumb over himself. “Yeah, you make me mad, Remy. Mad and hungry. I want to come inside you again. See how hard you make me? You and those pretty nipples. They like me, don’t they? ’Cause every time I’m seeing your breasts, those nipples are standing tall.”
She blushed and would have crossed her arms over her chest when he shook his head.
“Uh-uh. You owe me.”
“I owe you?” Was he crazy?
“Yeah. I never cry, but I cried when I thought you were dead, even after believing you’d tried to kill me. And, even worse, you made it impossible to find anyone I wanted as much as I once wanted you. For too many years I’ve been with pale substitutes.”
She glared. “So nice of you to bring up your past girlfriends. For the record, I haven’t been with anyone.”
“You mean you hadn’t been with anyone. Until me.” The smile he gave her turned her on even more. His energy licked at hers, and unable to stop herself, she let her inner power return the full-body caress.
“Oh fuck. That’s good.” The water churned, spreading the electricity bathing them both as he stepped closer. Yet he contained the energy, something he’d never before been able to do—at least, not that she knew of.
“J.D.? What are you doing?” Except taunting me with that delicious body?
“I’m getting what’s owed me, that’s what I’m doing. You’re good at absorbing my energy. How about you swallow me, baby?” He stroked himself. “You made me this way. Now how about some reparations? I’m waiting.”
Chapter Ten
Stunned at his actions and the hunger in his gaze, her thoughts scrambled. His eyes looked like the water, bubbling and swirling with emotion.
“Well?” he asked. “You ever blown a man, Remy?”
He sounded so incredibly sexy, his voice thick, his body hard and ready…for her.
She licked her lips and shook her head.
He groaned, especially when she moved to the edge of the tub, near him. “Fuck. Okay. So you put your mouth around me. We’ll go slow, let you get used to eating me up. ’Cause you can bet that sweet little ass I’m going to return the favor.”
She nodded, mesmerized by the thought of putting her mouth around him. So intimate, so sexy. A little dirty even, which only made her want to do it more. There was so much she’d never done with a man, and so much she couldn’t imagine doing with anyone but J.D.
“That’s it, baby. Open that pretty mouth,” he encouraged and stepped closer.
She knelt in the tub and opened her mouth, watching him. Being the focus of such intensity thrilled her, and then he was there, pushing gently between her lips. The musky taste of him went straight to her head. Soap and man, so soft yet hard, as he stilled and let her learn him.
“Oh Jesus. That’s good,” he rasped and put his hands in her hair, threading through the short strands.
She sucked and licked, memorizing the feel of him. So close, this intimacy gave her control, and she loved the little groans and sighs of pleasure he made, especially when he started rocking into her mouth.
“Good girl. Take me. Yeah, lick me up.” He clenched her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but he held tight, lost in her mouth.
She moaned and bobbed over him, wanting him to lose control, to open himself fully. Smoothing more energy into him, starting at his cock, she let the power swell.
He rose on his tiptoes and thrust deeper into her mouth.
She managed not to gag and drew him in, laving him with her tongue while she sucked him harder.
“Yes, yes,” he hissed and pumped with short thrusts.
She gripped his waist and ran her hands over his tight ass. Then she yanked him hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and he lost it.
“God, I’m coming. Yes, Remy, yes.” He shuddered and came, putty in her hands.
She swallowed a mouthful, licking him clean before he shakily withdrew. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, but now she blinked them open to see the world around her bathed in blue.
He regarded her with bright eyes. “That was incredible.” His voice was thick with repletion. “So damn good.” He lifted her to her feet and slid a hand between her thighs. “You liked it too, I see.” He fondled her slick clit, and she shivered, incredibly turned on.
“Your turn,” he said as he entered the tub with her. He sat her on the ledge, then knelt in the water.
“J.D., you don’t have to… Oh,” she moaned, gripped the tub’s edge and threw her head back when he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“So good,” he moaned and drew on her hard nub before pushing a thick finger inside her. He pumped with first one finger, then two, while he sucked and nibbled her flesh.
The dual sensations captivated her until she was a writhing mass of need. Sighing his name and gyrating under his talented tongue, she begged for release, completely out of her element. Any shard of control she might have had disappeared the moment he’d put his head between her legs.
His tongue and lips were magic, and when he pushed through with his energy, she was helpless to deny him. The electric orgasm shocked her into a small cry, and the lingering pleasure crumbled her inner shields to nothing.
She sat, encased in a hazy pleasure she never wanted to leave. Love and affection wove through her, until she knew she was nothing without J.D. by her side. When she found herself able to focus, she felt him remove his fingers and kiss his way up her belly to her breasts.
He lingered over her nipples, drawing on the buds until desire returned in a rush. Her body felt foreign, a tool to be used and molded to whatever her lover wanted.
“God, you’re sexy,” he said around kisses, cupping her small mounds. “I love your size. Your breasts are perfect.” He covered them with his hands and kissed his way up her throat.
“Not too small?” she whispered and bit her lower lip.
“Just right.” He sucked her lip into his mouth, then kissed her until she couldn’t think. She was beyond normal, beyond reason. And when he sat back down in the tub and brought her on top of him, she rode him, slick yet still filled with the man who rubbed her in all the right ways. Water sloshed around them, but she was too far gone to care.
It didn’t take long before they came again, energy and seed melding them as one.
“Oh yeah. That’s it.” He nuzzled her throat and hugged her tight. “This is going to take some thorough investigation, I think.”
She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and caught her breath. “This?”
“This.” He pushed up into her, only now starting to soften. “Let’s clean up and get back to studying this new phenomenon.” He kissed her then smiled at her, and his clear affection stole her heart. “I’m an excellent student, but I think learning you might take the better part of…” he finished in a whisper.
“What?” It sounded like he’d said “my life”.
“Part of the night,” he rushed, and she swallowed her disappointment.
That night, the next day, night, and into the following morning, to be precise. She didn’t know what to think as she sunbathed on Brooks’s private beach, gazing at the ocean. She never would have thought it, but she and J.D. had been inseparable for nearly two days. They didn’t talk any more about the past, by mutual unspoken agreement. Instead, they learned about each other.
J.D. touched her everywhere. He didn’t wear a condom, and she didn’t ask him to. Skin to skin felt right. What she’d always hoped for had started to come true. He no longer looked at her with anger or malice, but with a gentleness she’d once seen in his eyes, long ago.
He had no problem talking about his life, his likes and dislikes. To her surprise, he proved incredibly charming. He’d weaseled her opinions out of her. What she thought of the people she worked with, how much she liked but wasn’t attached to Cole—to his obvious relief. That she enjoyed books and action and adventure movies.
He felt the same, and they’d made a date to run together at home. Home—Savannah. She had a reason to stay. Not just because she’d grown tired of always moving, but because she wanted to set down roots with him.
They were building a future together, something so much more precious than the lust between them. Trust.
Now, the connection they formed when they merged energies didn’t go away when their bodies parted. Even not touching him, she felt him within her. Deep within her heart and soul remained a closeness to another being that couldn’t be surpassed by anything physical.
He stood some distance away, waist-deep in the ocean, his hair slicked back, his body bathed by the sun. She tried to not gape at his broad chest and muscular torso, but she was only human. The man looked like a walking billboard for sex. So beautiful, in face and in form. His energy glowed, visible to her because she knew how to see all of him. They shared an attraction and a reciprocal affection. And she’d never been happier, despite the danger that lingered.
He turned and waved, and the sun caressed him, making his hair look like liquid gold. She had an urge to run her fingers through the strands, petting that soft mane, the same way he stroked her when she laid her head on his chest.
She liked to think he couldn’t help himself. Better to not be the only one enthralled by a charming personality and devastating looks.
She waved back, and he smiled before turning to dive under the waves again. A perfect paradise, if not for the threat of Benjamin Carter.
She sighed. The Westlake team remained tucked behind palm trees and in the shadows of Brooks’s private alcove, out of sight but there for protection. Two and a half days in Mexico should have been enough time to give Carter a chance to make his move. At least, that was J.D.’s excuse for extending their stay. They hadn’t found anything of interest in Brooks’s papers or computer files. Nothing around town panned out either. Personally, she thought J.D. had grown used to having her at his beck and call away from reality. On her knees, her back, her front…
She flushed at the remembrance of how he’d woken her this morning, taking her from behind, so slowly she’d begged him to finish her. Each time he came inside her, she lit up, feeling so close to him.
Remy wished their idyll could last forever. Time passed, and she drifted as the sun’s rays warmed her into a hazy euphoria, the solar energy feeding her natural potential. The warm white sand under her beach towel cushioned her, and she basked in the cooling breeze of paradise.
She dreamed that she and J.D. laughed and enjoyed a romantic dinner over a candlelit table. He took her hand in his and kissed it before declaring, “I love you, Remy. Forever.”
“Forever,” she breathed.
Then he put a ring on her finger. A giant square-cut sapphire, the same color as his eyes. The ring sparkled, a bright reflection of her future with the perfect man at her side.
“I trust you won’t make this difficult.”
“Hmm,” she agreed. Of course not. She wanted to marry him, to carry his children and start a new life together, free from— “Ow.” She flinched at the sharp pinch in her neck and blinked up at a dark form leaning over her.
She couldn’t focus. She felt weak. And though she felt herself being lifted into strong arms, she couldn’t find it in her to care. She caught a glimpse of the sunlight sparkling off the clear, blue water, the same color of her lover’s eyes, and smiled, knowing J.D. was near.
J.D. poked his head out of the water and looked around, confused when he didn’t see Remy. He glanced around him and then back to her towel. He hadn’t drifted that far, and he knew the security team watched from the shadows. Still, unease gripped him.
Heeding his instincts, he left the water and searched for her. Not wanting to panic, but unable to ignore his sudden worry, he hurried into the tiny jungle separating Brooks’s house from the ocean. Along the path, he saw no one, not even a hint of the security team. Not good.
“Remy?”
She didn’t answer, and he continued, moving faster, planning to see if she’d returned to the house. That made more sense than that she’d been abducted in the plain light of day, mere feet from where he’d been swimming.
Before he could leave the tiny tropical area, three men stepped out in front of him. Two looked like locals, while the other carried a gun and fit the description Brooks had given them of Lennox, Carter’s right-hand man. There was no mistaking that scar, and J.D. remembered more than he wanted to about this asshole.
Lennox waved his gun in the direction of the house. “If you want to see her again, you’ll come with us.” His voice sounded raspy, as if he’d injured his vocal cords at some time in his past.
J.D. considered his options. Remy had to be somewhere near. He’d just seen her a few minutes ago. Yet no one came to his aid, so Jurek’s men had either gone after her, or the secret security team had been found out and dispatched.
Betting on the latter and imbued with a sudden need to see his lover with his own eyes, he didn’t think about it. He shot a chain of energy at the men, shocking them all into helpless tremors. The power coursing through him was addictive and dangerous, because it took all his focus to control and left him wanting more. Just like that day in the office with Remy, he had a hard time holding on to his thoughts, lost in that all-consuming energy.
Remy, he thought, determined to find her again. He soldiered through his disorientation and concentrated on her. He leaned down to grab Lennox’s gun, then broke the hold he had over the men and rushed forward. There was no telling how many people Lennox had brought. And God forbid Carter get his hands on his niece again. The fear of that happening cut through J.D.’s remaining fog and put him in the here and now.
He opened his mind’s eye and did what came naturally. Except instead of letting his energy course through the computers he so often worked on, he let the power flow into the air, settling on the vast currents all around him. And then…there. Remy’s pattern.
He found her lying on a lounger by Brooks’s pool, as if taking in some sun. She murmured his name once then didn’t move, not even when he gently shook her. He checked her pulse. Sluggish, but she didn’t appear injured anywhere.
He took her in his arms and carried her inside, yelling for someone to bring him a phone. Rosa raced into the living room, her eyes wide, and handed him a landline. Without pausing, he dialed the team’s emergency number, not surprised when no one answered.
Now concerned for the team as well as Remy, he did the only thing he could. “Rosa, have Miguel keep an eye on the house. No one is to enter, okay?”
“Si, señor. Is Remy all right?”
“She’ll be fine. Could you make her a cup of tea?”
She nodded and left.
He took advantage of the opportunity to deliberately shove his energy into Remy. But this time he had another purpose than to give her pleasure. He wrapped her in power, burning the drugs out of her system until she moaned his name again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Open those pretty eyes for me.” He stroked her hair, so relieved to hear her that he wanted to stand up and shout. Holy hell, but the woman made him crazy. In the short time they’d been together, she’d wormed her way into his heart as if she’d never left.
Unsure what to do about his feelings, yet glad to know she’d be okay, he petted her hair and whispered how much he needed her to wake.
“J-Joshua?” she asked, his name slurred yet understandable. “You okay?”
He blew out a breath. “Yeah, I am now. Wake up, honey. I need you with me so I can find out what happened to our guys.”
It took her a few moments, but she managed to sit up with his help. She shook her head. “What happened?”
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br /> “Carter attacked. I need to get back outside and find our people. I left Lennox and two thugs unconscious on the grounds.” But he couldn’t leave her without knowing she’d be okay. “Can you be on guard here? Your energy good?”
She rubbed her forehead. “I have a mother of a headache, but I’m back. Thanks.” She grabbed his hand when he stood to leave.
“Remy?”
She pulled him close, and he bent down, concerned. Then she kissed him.
The spark between them flared.
“Thank you.”
He nodded, bemused by the love he felt. So clear, so pure. Despite everything, she was it for him.
“Go. Find our guys.” She shooed him toward the doorway. “I’ll be here, and I’ll watch out for Rosa and Miguel.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you watch out for yourself too, woman.”
“Yes, dear,” she teased, but the glow of power in her eyes relieved him.
He left the house and hurried to where he’d left Lennox and his boys. And found no one. “Shit.” He hurried through the thick vegetation bordering the backyard and found four of their five-man team alive but unconscious. The fifth member hadn’t fared so well. A bullet between his eyes had finished him off.
Saddened and furious at the loss, J.D. returned to the house, and with Miguel, brought the others in to check them over. After a call to Jurek, they decided to bring everyone back to the States. A funeral was in order, as was a new plan to deal with Carter.
The bastard would know J.D. and Remy were together again. Fucking Lennox. He’d been a prick back when he’d been a lab tech. Now, as Carter’s right-hand man, or whatever the hell role he played, he was an even bigger shithead.
J.D. turned to see Remy watching him with concern. She knelt by one of their agents and nodded at something he said, but J.D. knew she only half heard him.
She patted the guy on the knee and rejoined J.D. “What now?”
“Our flight leaves tomorrow. Time to rally and come up with a new plan. This mess doesn’t feel right. I don’t like it.” Taking down Lennox and his accomplices should have been more difficult, despite losing a man. Carter knew what Remy could do, and J.D. as well. Unless they hadn’t realized who he really was. Not J.D. Morgan, but Joshua David Moran. Still, the Benjamin Carter J.D. had known left little to chance.