Two Sighted

by Annmarie McKenna

  “Took me five and a half long fucking months to find you. A couple weeks planning time and now you’re mine again. You did well this time. But not good enough. I’ve got you now and as soon as I stash you, I’m coming back for your little loverboy, Aisly.” His tongue lapped at her cheek and she jerked. “I’m gonna cut his fucking dick off and shove it down his throat,” he whispered raggedly.

  She fought him like a wildcat, ignoring the pain it caused her and screaming for all she was worth. Surely Kyle’s Special Forces background would kick in and her struggles would wake him. Her bare heel connected with his shin and he grunted but continued dragging her to the front door.

  With two fingers she jabbed at his face.

  “You fucking cunt,” he howled, losing his grip.

  Aislinn jerked free and stumbled away from him, choking and gasping for breath. She made it to the doorway before David snarled, “I don’t think so, bitch.” He stormed after her. Their momentum carried them further down the hall. Her shoulder slammed into the doorframe of the kitchen, bringing stars to her vision.

  David shoved her all the way through the door.

  “Hold it right there, David.”

  With a roar, David reversed their positions, using Aislinn as a shield. She heard a click and from nowhere, a knife appeared in his hand.

  Aislinn gasped as the cold steel bit into her flesh between two ribs.

  “I will stick her like a pig if you move one more inch,” he hurled.

  For the first time Aislinn noticed Kyle’s lack of clothes. Only a pair of boxers and the gun he held in front of him. Even mostly naked, he resonated a deadly calm with his total lack of emotion. He looked bored. Only the telltale ticking of his jaw told her he was pissed.

  If she didn’t do something right now, his life would end here in this kitchen, in the dead of night. The same as her vision.

  She had that on her side at least. David didn’t have a clue she already knew the sequence of events about to unfold. For once in her life, she was in the position to change the outcome.

  “Interesting,” Kyle commented in a neutral tone.

  Oh God. Aislinn swallowed the fear threatening to demolish her. Kyle wasn’t bored at all, he was waiting for his opportunity. It was up to her to create one and trust that whatever happened, he wouldn’t get himself killed. She wouldn’t let him.

  Her gaze met his. A blink later, and the tiniest downward nod of his head, she knew what to do.

  Aislinn dropped like a sack of potatoes. The added weight threw David off guard. The motion should have given Kyle the space he needed. Instead, David pivoted and kicked out, connecting with Kyle’s gun hand while still holding onto her. The opportunity for Kyle to fire was gone and so was his gun. She rammed two fingers over her shoulder and stabbed at David’s face. She felt soft flesh but couldn’t tell where she’d hit him. He screamed out and grabbed for his face.

  Scrambling to her feet, she ran into Kyle’s arms and buried her face against his chest.

  David’s scream had only been a diversion. With a guttural cry, he leaped at her and Kyle, knife high in the air. Kyle shoved Aislinn aside. She went down, smacking the back of her head on the tabletop, and had a hard time focusing as the two men grappled with each other in an obscene dance around the room. They locked onto each other’s arms like wrestlers would, David still holding the knife, which glinted in the moonlight.

  It suddenly clattered to the floor between their feet and David’s hand broke loose from Kyle’s hold. He threw a punch at Kyle’s face. Flesh connected with a thud. Kyle returned the favor and blood splattered from David’s mouth.

  She wanted to help. She wanted to do something, but this wasn’t her area of expertise, it was Kyle’s. Aislinn shook her head and fought the cobwebs and the throbbing at the back of her skull.

  A foot kicked the gun across the tile floor, drawing her attention. Sluggishly, she crawled to it, wincing at every grunt and groan and thump of fist on body.

  She stood and cradled the foreign object in her hands like she’d seen on TV and prayed the safety was off and that she didn’t hit Kyle.

  A loud roar went up and Kyle flung them to the ground. They rolled, still kicking and punching. A second later David, with top advantage, held something in the air. It clicked open and moonlight glinted from the steel, exactly like it had happened in her vision.

  “Look out!” Aislinn screamed. Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning everything else out.

  Kyle reared up and twisted as the knife came down. It sliced into skin high up on his arm, spilling blood. With a vicious howl, Kyle took David’s head in his hands and slammed it into the center island. The crack of bone and marble that followed made Aislinn go weak in the knees.

  “I’ll take that,” a deep voice rumbled behind her.

  Aislinn screamed and jumped as two strong hands descended over hers and relieved her of the gun she held in a death grip.

  “Fuck, Teej,” Kyle groaned, panting hard. He rolled out from beneath the unconscious David and held his shoulder. Blood oozed from between his fingers. “What the hell took you so long?”

  TJ chuckled. “I was just watching, waiting to see if you needed me.”

  “You’ve been here this whole time and did nothing?” Aislinn shrieked.

  Kyle dragged himself off the floor. He enveloped her in a bear hug, heedless of the blood he transferred. His hand twisted in her hair as if he’d never let her go and his lips kissed every part of her face he could get to.

  “No, darlin’. Kyle pushed the panic button.” TJ looked at his precision military watch. “Took me two minutes and twenty-eight seconds to get here.”

  Two minutes? God it seemed like they’d been fighting for hours. Two minutes?

  “Police are on their way, Kyle.”

  He nodded over her head. “Get that fucker out of my sight.”

  “Will do.”

  Chapter Ten

  Kyle tossed the butter knife from Aislinn’s fingers into the sink and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back into his chest. “Happy Fourth of July birthday, sweetheart.”

  Aislinn laughed. “Thank you. Why are you out of bed?” They’d gone to the hospital in the early hours of the morning and gotten Kyle’s arm practically stitched back on, then she’d spent the day with him, making sure he did what he’d been told.

  “Mmm.” He nuzzled the back of her neck. “I’m tired of laying down, Mommy.”

  She laughed and slapped at his hands as he raised them to her breasts. A second later she stilled.

  “He’s never going to leave me alone, is he?” she murmured, staring out the kitchen window at nothing.

  Wrapping her long red hair in his fist, Kyle turned her and hugged her tight. He hated seeing her like this. He should have killed the little prick. Snapped his neck instead of knocking him out.

  “He can’t hurt you anymore. Not behind bars where he belongs, sweetheart.” Kyle would make sure the bastard never saw the light of day to bother Aislinn again.

  She shook her head.

  He straightened and took her face in his hands. Raising an eyebrow, he said, “You doubt me? I make the most sophisticated security equipment known to man. I employ the best agents to use that equipment. There’s nothing he can do without us knowing it.”

  “Do you think so? He got in your house, Kyle.”

  Kyle’s initial laugh sobered instantly. “I’m not happy about that either.” He could have told her he’d be looking into what the fuck had happened, but it wouldn’t change things. Security was tight but there had been about a hundred people on the grounds.

  “I’m not blaming you,” she said.

  “I know.” He blamed himself though. It had been his job to protect her. Instead he’d almost gotten her killed. He’d have to live with that the rest of his life.

  He took a deep breath and kissed her forehead. Her scent washed over him, headed straight for his groin. “I want to fuck you, baby.”

  “No.”
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  “Excuse me?”

  “You know what the doctor said. No physical activity.”

  “I won’t be physical.”

  Aislinn snorted. “Right.”

  “I won’t,” he swore, groaning when she pulled away and shook her finger at him.

  “No.”

  “Please.”

  “Ahh, he’s resorted to begging.” She chuckled and backed slowly out of the kitchen. One foot and then the other, her hips swayed with each step, and her pebbled nipples taunted him. He followed, stalking her just as slowly.

  She’d brought him breakfast in bed this morning after forcing him not to get up. Literally. She’d tied his ass to the bed with the silk tie of his robe, only letting him up to take care of nature. His nostrils flared remembering the scene.

  Naked as the day he was born, he’d eaten, giving her time to think she’d won. Then he’d slipped out of his confines—he was a Special Forces team member for fuck’s sake, there wasn’t any situation he couldn’t get out of—and hunted her down. She’d been in the kitchen, standing at the center island in only his T-shirt. Yeah, it hung almost to mid-thigh, but damn he’d never seen anything sexier.

  Her butt was bare beneath the shirt too, enticing him with the smell of her pussy, begging for him to lay her out and fuck her senseless. He could do it with minimal movement on his part and if she couldn’t feel the way his raging hard-on tented his boxers she was just plain mean.

  “He also said you should keep me comfortable.” He took another step, stalking her out the door. Wouldn’t be much longer before he had her knees hitting the edge of his bed. A little push on her shoulders and she’d be eye, no, mouth level with what needed the most comforting right now. If his dick got any harder it might break off.

  “Comfortable is lying in bed, reading a book.” Her back hit the wall in the hallway and she turned to continue backpedaling, never taking her gaze off him.

  She bit her lip which only fueled his hunger to have those teeth nibbling on his cock.

  “Your idea of resting and mine are two different things.”

  “I can see that,” she breathed, her glance wandering to his erection. He watched her swallow as her eyes widened.

  A second later he swallowed. Her wide-eyed look transformed into a calculated narrowed-eyed glare of intent. Kyle didn’t know whether he liked that look or not.

  The corners of her mouth turned up and he knew he was in trouble. Aislinn stopped moving and put her hands on her hips.

  “Why, Mr. Turner, are you happy to see me, or is that a—”

  “Don’t say it,” he growled. “You know damn well there is no banana in my non-existent pockets.”

  “Hmm.” Her tongue poked out to wet her lips. “So I guess there’s no reason I should fish out the piece of fruit making you so uncomfortable there, huh?”

  Kyle groaned and closed his eyes. The little witch would kill him.

  “Okay, here’s the deal,” she articulated.

  He already didn’t like the sound of her “deal”.

  She raised an eyebrow and sucked in her cheeks, further exasperating him. One more movement out of that mouth and he’d end up fucking her against the wall. He took another step until not more than a foot stood between them. She held her ground.

  “If you promise…” She hesitated and he felt every thump of his heart against his breastbone.

  “Oh, I promise,” he whispered.

  Aislinn cocked her head and gave him an annoyed look. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  “So if I say, if you promise to take a nap right now, I’ll let you fuck me tonight, you’ll go along with it.”

  Kyle hung his head, lamenting her shitty deal.

  “Thought so.”

  “It’s not nice to tease your boss.”

  “And that, dear Kyle, is your problem. You’re not my boss right now, you’re my lover.”

  “Mmm.” He snuck closer and gripped her waist with both hands, ignoring the twinge in his upper arm. “I do like the sound of lover on your lips.” He leaned back at the waist so he could see her face. “Now give me a better deal.”

  She deflated on a sigh, placing her hands on his chest and patting him. “Fine. If you promise to stay absolutely still I will…” The rest of her sentence trailed off.

  “What? What was the rest of that?” He bent at the knees and lifted her chin with a thumb. “You were mumbling, sweetheart.”

  She cleared her throat. “I said, if you promise to stay very still I will…kiss you.”

  “I can kiss you anytime I want, Aislinn.” Kyle proved it by settling his mouth on hers and catching her gasp. She sagged against him and threaded her arms beneath his and around him.

  “See?” he breathed, sweeping his lips across her cheek and up to her ear, where he sucked the lobe into his mouth. “Where exactly are you going to kiss me that I’d have to work on keeping still?”

  “Ugh.” Aislinn tilted her head and he took advantage of her barred neck and throat. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Then I guess you don’t get anything.” Her blush deepened.

  “Then I guess I can fuck you right here on this wall.” Kyle grabbed the hem of her shirt. He slid it up and over her hips before cupping the cheeks of her ass and lifting her.

  Aislinn shrieked and heedful of his bad arm slapped at his chest and other arm. “Put me down, Kyle Turner.”

  “No.” Fuck what the doctor had said. He needed her.

  “Fine,” she yelled, her body tense. “I’ll give you a blow job. Are you satisfied?”

  “Not yet. But I will be as soon as you give me that…kiss,” he mocked. He marched her, still backward, into the bedroom, only stopping when they reached the bed. Every step he punctuated with a kiss. When they could go no further, he slipped his hands beneath the shirt and covered her breasts. He pinched her nipples for a brief moment before yanking the shirt over her head.

  “I want to see you.” His chest rumbled when he spoke.

  “And now you can.” She reversed their positions and pushed at his chest until he sat on the edge of the bed. “Oops,” she giggled. “Forgot these.” Aislinn tugged at the waistband of his boxers.

  He obliged, lifting his hips to help her strip them off. His cock jutted out, the slit seeping with pre-come. Aislinn’s tiny hand wrapped around its circumference at the base and he nearly jumped out of his skin. She didn’t say a word as her lips descended. The head of his cock disappeared and she sucked him like a lollipop.

  Holy fuck, his eyes rolled back and his elbows gave out. She took him deeper, swallowing half his cock.

  Kyle watched her take him in. The rubbery tip tentatively touched the back of her throat. For a second she gagged and retreated. Her tongue tasted him, lapping along the vein underneath and flicking at the broad head. Kyle’s balls drew up tight and he felt ready to explode and fill her hot mouth with his come.

  Red curls sifted across his thighs, adding to the sensations already seizing his entire body. Her head bobbed up and down, drawing on his cock, literally sucking the come from his balls. Kyle inhaled sharply.

  “Sweetheart,” he ground out, trying to lift her head off him, “I’m going to come.” He was surprised at the croak in his voice.

  “I know,” she hummed.

  His toes curled into the carpet and if his thigh muscles got any tighter, they’d likely snap.

  “Then finish it,” he snarled, twisting his fist in her hair. She smiled. It was a devil’s smile.

  “Mmm.” Her lips closed over him again, and her hand joined her mouth in working his cock.

  Throwing his head back, Kyle shouted with his release. Long hot spurts shot from his cock and Aislinn swallowed him over and over, milking him.

  When he was finally wrung dry, he collapsed back on the bed. He hardly felt the sting of the burns on his back, but a sharp pain singed his arm. H
e winced but otherwise ignored the flash. Aislinn crawled onto the bed beside him and straddled his body. If he hadn’t just had an explosive orgasm, leaving him drained and fighting for a breath, he could have slipped inside her and gone again.

  One thing was for sure, their sex life wouldn’t be boring.

  He felt like lead. Couldn’t even lift his hand to wipe the hair falling over her eyes away. She smiled down at him and purred with contentment.

  “Ready for a nap now?”

  Nap? “No fucking way, baby.” Kyle forced his eyelids open and fought his way across the bed so his feet were no longer dangling off. In a minute he’d have her under him, thighs spread so he could taste her the way she had him.

  She chuckled. “Is that why you can’t keep your eyes open?”

  “They are.” Were they? “I think you drained me.”

  “And you were so still for me,” she teased.

  “I’ll be still for you any time,” he mumbled. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did need a tiny little rest. Hell, he’d slept in some of the worst situations on the planet with one eye and ear open. He could do it again.

  “I love you, Kyle Turner III.”

  He thought his hand went to her waist and pulled her closer. At least, he thought he felt her weight sink onto his good side, wrapping him in her heat.

  No way would he let her get away with thinking he hadn’t heard her though.

  He kissed her forehead and murmured, “I love you too, Aislinn Campbell. Forever.”

  About the Author

  Between being a wife, mommy, cleaning woman, chauffer, coach and leader, there are a few minutes left to sneak in some writing time. Annmarie McKenna loves to hear from readers. You can visit her website at www.annmariemckenna.com. Send an email to annmarmck@yahoo.com.

  Look for these titles by Annmarie McKenna

  Mate series

  Seeing Eye Mate

  Checkmate

  Finding Strength

  Two Sighted

  The Strength of Three

  Maximum Temptation

  Between a Ridge and a Hard Place

  Bridging the Gap