by Lilly Atlas
“Nick, your mouth feels so good. Other side. Please. The other side.”
His name on her lips, the needy whimpers escaping her throat every few seconds, the urgency in her request, all shot straight to his dick. Never in his life had he been so hard, so eager to fuck. But, out of character, he hadn’t shoved his cock in her yet. Usually, by now, he was halfway to an orgasm. Tonight, despite the clawing need, he wanted to wait. To draw it out. Wanted to see Amanda shatter once, hell, maybe twice, before he worked his way inside her and sought his own pleasure.
Happy to oblige her request, he moved his mouth to her other tit and sucked just as hard on that nipple. He needed more, more of her noises, more of her desperation, so he pulled on the strings at the sides of her hips. The knots gave way with ease. Without needing instruction, she lifted her ass a fraction of an inch and the rest of her bathing suit floated away.
He released her nipple and stared at her face. For some reason, watching her responses, seeing her pleasure was vital to him. When the hell had he ever cared to do that? When had he even really cared if the woman got off? Sure, he’d spend a few minutes making sure they enjoyed themselves, but his own climax had always been the number one priority.
Now his priority was Amanda.
She met his stare, her eyes glassy and full of need. Her legs were already spread, with him standing between. It gave him perfect access to her pussy. He slid one hand up her thigh and rimmed her entrance. She was wet. Very wet. Not water wet, but the slippery wetness of a turned-on woman.
He slid two fingers into her with a deep, slightly rough stroke. Her eyes widened, her breathing hitched, and her arms curled around his biceps, the nails digging into his skin. When he crooked his fingers, rubbing against her inner walls, she groaned and dropped her head to his shoulder.
“Look at me.” He tangled his hand in her long ponytail and pulled her head back up. Her hips began to move in time with his hand and her breaths came in pants. She was gorgeous as she sought her pleasure. He wanted her to have more. Wanted it to be mind blowing, but for all his experience, for the many women he’d fucked, he wasn’t the one to write the book on how to make a woman come. He was damn sure willing to dive in and figure it out.
Her whimpers grew louder, turning into cries for more as he finger fucked her, increasing the speed and pressure. He wanted her nipple back in his mouth, but couldn’t risk missing her come for the first time. Instead, he used his free hand to pinch a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a constant, strong pressure.
“Nick,” she said on a gasp.
“Good?” he asked as he pinched harder.
“So good.”
“You like it like this? A little hard, a little rough?”
“Yes. Yes, Nick. Just like this.” The hands holding his arms tightened until the prick of ten fingernails scored his skin. The bite of pain spurned him on. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. The need to feel her squeezing his cock as she clasped his fingers became impossible to ignore.
“You ready to come, baby?”
“So, ready.” Her voice was thready. She sounded close to the edge, needy, frantic. Just how he wanted her.
With two fingers still thrusting inside her slippery channel, he moved his thumb to her clit, circling twice before pressing directly on it. That was all it took. Her mouth dropped open and her low moan filled the air. “Fuck, fuck,” she chanted.
He couldn’t help but smile at the words leaving her mouth. Mission accomplished. Her eyes were glazed, face contorted in pleasure, pussy clasping his fingers like she never wanted them to leave.
He did this to her. He drove her to the brink then threw her off the ledge into pleasure so great she had no idea she was leaving marks on his skin. Christ, he wanted to see her fly again. But this time he wanted to be right there with her. Feel her come on his cock, pulling him into ecstasy with her.
She rode out the climax on his fingers until her body slacked. Once she’d calmed, her sex released its grip on his fingers.
“Nick,” she said. “That was, well, that was pretty much indescribable.” She gave him a shy smile then leaned forward and kissed him. It started sweet, almost thankful, but quickly grew hungry and impatient. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding their bodies flush, then rocked her pelvis against him.
Shit! Much more of that and he was going to blow like a fifteen-year-old grabbing his first tit. “Amanda,” he rasped out as he pulled back.
“Yes,” she said. “Inside me. Now.”
“I have to get a condom.” Damn, he hated to leave her, but if he was going to do this right, he needed to protect her.
“I’m clean,” she said. “And on the pill.” She stared at him, her gaze serious.
“They uh, tested me for pretty much everything possible when I had a fever in the hospital. Pneumonia from the ventilator. Everything was clean.” He held his breath waiting for her decision.
She nodded. “Okay then, I trust you.”
He almost told her how foolish that was, but desire won over. For a little while, he’d pretend he was worthy of that trust. Pretend he was Nick instead of Snake. Pretend he wasn’t the selfish bastard who took what she offered knowing full well he’d destroy her in the end.
He started to push his shorts over down his hips, but the damn jets were on, swirling the water and making his shorts balloon up. “Fuck,” he muttered as his hands tangled in the floating fabric.
Amanda burst out laughing, then slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling the noise. But it didn’t hide the sparkle of humor in her eyes or the shaking of her shoulders.
For one second, he almost snapped at her. No one fucking laughed at him. He was a fucking force to be reckoned with. Men and women had paid dearly for less. But there was nothing mocking, nothing malicious in her laughter, just genuine enjoyment of the moment. And it was pretty funny. He smothered his own chuckle. Had he ever laughed during sex before? Definitely not.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” he asked as he finally wrestled out of the damned shorts. He fisted his erection and pumped the shaft. Her eyes widened in appreciation even though she’d had an up close and personal view of him last night. “You know what happens when you laugh at me?”
She shook her head, biting her lip to keep the laughter inside.
Nick knelt on the bench in front of her, clasped her ass in one hand, and lined his cock up at the entrance to her pussy. “Still think it’s funny?” he whispered as he nipped her bottom lip.
She shook her head. “No.” Her voice was barely audible over the sound of the hot tub jets.
With one strong thrust, he speared her with his dick, not stopping until he was fully seated. She cried out then imitated an octopus and wrapped her limbs around him in a strangling hold.
“Fuck,” he yelled as she tightened around him. His eyes nearly crossed. She was hot as hell, tighter than he’d ever had, and soaking wet. “Anything funny now?” Somehow, he managed to get the words out of his mouth.
She shook her head. “Uh-uh, nothing funny. Please move. Please fuck me, Nick.”
“Ready for this, baby? Hard and fast.”
“Ready. Ready. So ready.”
He drew out then slammed back in, starting a rhythm that was almost punishing in its intensity. He powered into her again and again, moving harder with each encouraging whimper she emitted.
“Nick. Oh my God. Nick.” Words tumbled out of her mouth as she tried to keep up with him, but he was in such a frenzied state that she couldn’t do much more than cling to him as he fucked her. White hot pleasure, like he’d never known flowed from his dick through his entire body.
After a few minutes of intense fucking, his injured thigh began to cramp, but there was no way in hell he was stopping. Not for anything. He’d be sore as shit tomorrow, but so would Amanda after the way he was pummeling her pussy. Maybe he should feel bad about that, but all he could think about was how she’d be reminded of him with each twinge o
f discomfort.
It wasn’t long before Amanda’s pussy began rippling around him. She was close. While he’d love to watch her face again as she shattered, some inexplicable force was pulling him to her, needing more.
He kissed her, his mouth as rough as his strokes. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she moaned into his mouth and gave as good as she got, biting his lip, filling his mouth with her tongue, and fighting for control of the kiss.
After three more thrusts, she began trembling and tried to pull away from his kiss. He wouldn’t allow it and gripped the back of her head, keeping her mouth fused to his as a climax tore through her. The way her pussy clamped down on him shot him to the moon with her and they writhed and shook against each other as they came.
He wasn’t sure about her, but he couldn’t remember a time where he’d come harder than he did just then. The world blurred for a moment and it was only after he’d calmed that he had the presence of mind to worry that he may have hurt her. Gripped her too hard, bit her mouth, who the hell knew. He’d been completely lost in the intensity of the orgasm with no control over his actions.
Amanda slumped in his arms, an occasional tremor wracking her. It felt fantastic to have her there, holding her as she came down from the high. Something else he’d never cared about.
“Geez, Nick,” she said after a few minutes of silence. “That was…”
He winced. “Too much? Too rough?”
“Um.” She chuckled then sat straight, her face a light pink, hair mussed. “No, I think it was pretty much perfect. It’s never—” she rolled her eyes as her blush grew deeper “—I can’t believe I’m saying this. But it’s never been that way for me. That raw and intense. Both the sex and the orgasm.”
Well, she sure did know how to make a man feel pretty damn good about himself. “Stay with me tonight,” he said, not sure who he shocked more with the request.
Her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. He was damn sure.
“Okay. But why don’t we go up to the main house? I do have to work tomorrow and the kitchen there isn’t in shambles.”
“That sounds good.”
She nodded then climbed out of the tub, giving him quite the show as she bent over to retrieve her cover-up. Damn, she had a nice ass. He needed to fuck her just like that, bent over, ass in the air, very soon.
“Do you have a shirt I could throw on for the walk to the house? We seem to have splashed some water out of the tub and my cover-up is soaked.” She held up the dripping clothes, a rueful smile on her face.
“Hmm, I’m not sure that I do. Looks like you just might have to walk back to the house naked.”
She planted her hands on her hips and stared at him. Christ, the sight of water droplets dotting her exposed tits was enough to have him hardening again, which should be impossible after he just shot everything he had into her.
“Why, Nick, are you teasing me? I didn’t know you had it in you.”
He snorted. “No, babe, not teasing. I want to see you walk back to the house just like that.”
She sputtered. “I-I can’t do that. It’s not even fully dark.”
“Kat’s away. You don’t have neighbors for a quarter mile. I’m the only one around to see and trust me, I fuckin’ love the view.”
She blushed.
“Come on,” he said as he climbed out of the tub and stalked toward her. “Let me stare at that hot ass as we walk to the house. Let me watch those tits bounce.” He traced one finger around her nipple. She gasped and it puckered immediately. So responsive. “I’ll make it worth your while. Do you have any idea how hard I’ll be by the time we get up there? You’ll be lucky if we make it through the door before I have to fuck you again.”
She swallowed, her eyes wide and a little wild. “I will if you will,” she said with a wink.
He laughed and held up his arms, gesturing to himself. “Baby, I don’t have a shy bone in my body. I’ll walk the ten miles to town with nothing but these tats and a smile.”
Her grin grew mischievous and she started walking backward to the house. “You’re gonna have to move pretty fast if you want a good look at the view.”
He swiped for her and she shrieked then turned and fled with a whooping laugh. Damn, his leg would hate him tomorrow, but he took off after her laughing the entire way to the house. He wasn’t nearly as fast as he’d have been a few months ago, but then Amanda wasn’t really trying to outrun him.
He caught her around the waist just as she reached the front porch, spun her, and planted her against the front door. Then he kissed her for all he was worth. Their naked bodies rubbed together like it had been weeks instead of minutes since they’d fucked.
Snake couldn’t remember a time he felt this incredible. Sure, getting laid made the evening top the charts, but it wasn’t just that. It was everything.
It was Amanda.
Nick had won tonight. But how long would that last? How long before Snake’s need for vengeance became too much to ignore? How long before Snake’s presence broke the one innocent thing he had in his life? And what the hell was he supposed to do about it?
What did he even want to do about it?
Chapter Eighteen
Snake awoke to a bright sunny room and an empty bed. The clock on Amanda’s nightstand alerted him to the fact that she was long gone. She’d been due at work over an hour ago.
Amanda’s bedroom was a perfect expression of who she was. Neat, full of light, and decorated with a simple but tasteful style of yellow and gray accents. With a sigh, Snake sat up and rubbed his protesting thigh. The leg—actually his whole body—had gotten quite a workout last night followed by the best night’s sleep he’d had in years.
Shit. As amazing as it had been, the night had been a mistake. Snake did not sleep with women. He fucked them and sent them packing. But it wasn’t Snake in the bed last night. It was Nick. Nick who actually felt something for a woman. Nick who loved the feeling of Amanda’s small body cuddled up against him as she slept. Nick who was experiencing all kinds of emotions Snake had locked down years ago.
Not smart. In the light of day, Snake, with his cold heart and violent, vengeful needs, came slithering back to the surface. Rather than try to deal with what happened the night before, he fell back on what he knew. Rather than focus on why the hell he wasn’t moving forward with his plans to ruin Casper, he turned his attention to a problem he could eliminate that day.
Finding out John Michaels’ schedule and address was so easy, it was laughable. Snake called the hospital early in the morning, playing the part of a patient’s family member and had a few questions for the good doctor. He asked how late the doc would be at the hospital so he could catch him for a chat. They were going to have a chat all right.
A bubbly receptionist was more than happy to let Snake know the doc had worked the night shift and would probably be leaving by noon. From there it was simply a matter of finding out where the guy lived.
Snake’s leg was sore as shit from both the fighting and the fucking. He’d never be able to hold his own if it came down to another physical altercation. But this time he was prepared. The Glock tucked in the small of his back provided a measure of confidence, as did the K-bar tucked in his boot. Even in a small town he knew nothing about, it’d been easy enough to find someone to purchase weapons from.
He pulled into the employee parking lot of the hospital and located the cherry red car Dr. Michaels had driven to Amanda’s yesterday. Snake parked in a spot far from the doc’s car, but with a view of both the exit and the vehicle. He wouldn’t be there long enough for anyone to notice he didn’t have a parking tag indicating he worked at the hospital.
He was in his element. This was a world he knew. The world of scumbags and assholes. He may be one himself, but he also had experience ridding the world of those even worse than he. And he’d take pleasure in fucking with the doctor today. Both for himself and for Amanda.
Sna
ke grabbed the metal hanger he’d stashed in his saddlebag and moseyed on over to the beautifully restored nineteen seventy-one Pontiac GTO. Being the middle of the morning on a workday, the employee parking lot was devoid of people, which made Snake’s job a breeze.
With a confidence born of experience, he stretched out the hanger and bent one end into a J-shaped hook. Once he peeled back the rubber weather strip lining the bottom of the window, the hanger slid easily into the car. A few seconds of searching and he hooked onto the locking mechanism. With a quick upwards jerk, the car was unlocked. Simple.
Snake glanced around the still barren parking lot then entered the car. A quick peek at Michaels’ car registration and he had the address. Time to pay the doc a visit.
Just as Snake was about to ride off, John Michaels stepped through the double doors and strode toward his car with the confident swagger every asshole possessed. Unaware he was being watched, he climbed into his vehicle and sped out of the lot.
Perfect timing. Snake peeled out after him and tailed the clueless doctor home. In ten minutes, Michaels turned into the lot of a ritzy apartment complex, or at least as ritzy as it got in this town. The doc probably made good bank, and cost of living in the area was pretty low. Not a bad place to be if you had some cash. A person could live pretty damn well.
After Michaels disappeared into the three story building, Snake waited five minutes then made his way to the entrance. Security on the building was nonexistent, and he was able to waltz right in without having to pick a lock or be buzzed in. What would it be like to live a life where he felt that safe and secure in his home?
By the time he’d climbed three flights of stairs, his thigh was screaming. It seemed to be the way of life now so he ignored the pain as best he could. What was important was walking as normally as possible. He didn’t want Michaels to see or sense any point of weakness.
Surprise, surprise, apartment three-o-six was unlocked. Snake twisted the knob and opened the door without making a sound. The sound of running water greeted him as he slipped in the apartment. A thrill zinged through him as he imagined the moment Michaels discovered he wasn’t alone in his home.
