Undercover Fighter

by Aislinn Kearns

It was more than okay. It was soft and caring and everything she’d hoped for. “Yes.”

  Their breaths mingled. Kat leaned down to kiss him again. He kissed her back, but let her set the pace, not taking over the kiss. Kat tangled their tongues, slowly and languorously. She cupped his face, her palms rasping over the stubble on his jaw.

  His other hand slipped beneath her tank top, pulling her closer. Her nipples pebbled at the friction as they slid against his chest, the thin cotton of her nightgown rough against the sensitised skin.

  Kat gasped into Wyatt’s mouth, her core pulsing with need. She deepened the kiss, and Wyatt followed her lead, tasting and exploring her mouth with his tongue, as his hands were doing to her torso.

  His hands slid to her sides, spanning her ribcage. They hesitated there, asking a question he couldn’t voice with her tongue down his throat.

  She broke the kiss, pulling back to give Wyatt blanket permission to touch her, but he spoke before she could.

  “I want to cup your breasts.” His gaze was heated now, more insistent. His cock was hard beneath her thigh. He wanted her—badly—but he was still holding himself under tightly leashed control.

  Kat was about to tell him to do what he liked with her, when he continued.

  “I want to take each of your breasts into my mouth. I want to tease them until you’re begging me for more. May I?” His voice was practically a growl.

  The air caught in her chest. She couldn’t breathe, so overcome from hearing the raw words. Hearing what Wyatt wanted, what he wanted to do to her.

  She’d never thought dirty talk would work for her, but apparently she’d been listening to the wrong kind. When it was real, from the heart, it was incredibly sexy. It didn’t hurt that Wyatt—gorgeous, honourable, sweet Wyatt—was looking at her with such pent-up passion that Kat was sure she’d combust.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

  She threw her leg over him, straddling him. She planted her hands on his chest and levered herself up to stare at the strong man now at her mercy. He was still letting her be in control. No matter how much he wanted her, he was giving her all the power. Asking her if she wanted this every step of the way, careful not to take over in case she felt she couldn’t say no.

  Kat’s heart expanded with the gesture, and she knew instantly that she was in love with Wyatt. It was too much, too soon, but she knew him. She knew his soul intimately, knew who he was. And she loved that man more than she’d thought was possible.

  She hoped he wouldn’t break her vulnerable heart, but even if he did—this love was a gift, one she never thought she’d feel again. But Wyatt had proven to her that there were still honourable, decent men in this world, men with good hearts, and it restored her faith in the human race and men in particular.

  Kat chuckled, joy dancing through her.

  “Touch me,” Kat whispered. “Touch me everywhere. I want this, Wyatt. All of it.”

  His grin filled her heart to bursting. Then, he sat up abruptly, until they were face to face. His forearm came around her lower back to steady her and Kat gripped his shoulders for balance. He tilted his head and kissed her gently.

  “Just know,” he said, catching her gaze with his. “You can always say no to me. I won’t stop wanting you, but I’ll always respect that word.” His eyes bored into hers. Her breath froze in her chest at the sincerity written across his face.

  “I know. I trust you.”

  Wyatt’s hand settled possessively on her bare thigh. “That’s the greatest gift you could give me,” he whispered, then caught her mouth in a kiss.

  Kat fell in love with him all over again as he explored her mouth thoroughly. Wyatt had known exactly what to say to her. Rather than make her feel broken, or tainted, he treated her past as simply a part of her. Treating her trust as a precious gift was a gift in itself.

  “Thank you,” she told him.

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he flexed his hips, rubbing his hard cock against her core. Kat gasped as fire arced through her, centring on the point between her thighs.

  Wyatt kissed her, hard and deep and Kat clung on for dear life. Pent-up desire was spilling from him. Kat had underestimated Wyatt. He’d been holding himself under such control around her, not because he didn’t want her, but because he did.

  He pulled her closer, until there wasn’t even air between them. The friction against her nipples caused tugs deep in her stomach.

  Kat tasted him, drinking in the sensations of the moment. How he felt against her, the taste and smell of him. She wanted to imprint every second of this on her memory. In case he left her, in case McCready found them, in case…

  She tore her mind away from the what ifs and focused on Wyatt in her arms. He ran his hand up her thigh to palm her ass cheek. She rolled her hips, seeking friction, and Wyatt encouraged the movement. It wasn’t enough, though. She needed more, needed him inside her.

  Wyatt tore his mouth from hers and fell back on the bed, displaying himself like a feast for her eyes. Kat ran her hands over his bare chest, digging her nails in. He groaned, his hips bucking beneath her.

  “You like that, huh?” she asked.

  “I like everything you do to me,” he replied. If they had more time, more opportunities, Kat would take that as a challenge. For now, though, she just smiled and tore off her tank top. She didn’t wear a bra to bed, so her breast sprang free. Wyatt made a pleased rumble deep in his chest and immediately ran his hands up her rib cage and cupped her breasts.

  Kat arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his palms. He tugged at her nipples and Kat rolled her hips again. Her skin tightened. She wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted anyone.

  Kat pressed forward until she could kiss him. Wyatt gripped her hips and before Kat knew what was happening, she was flat on her back with Wyatt on his hands above her. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed from the knee. She expected him to continue the kiss, but for a long moment he simply stared down at her. Kat’s heart lurched at the thought he might have changed his mind.

  Wyatt’s gaze was still dark and hot, though. And his cock was grinding against her clit in a way that made her squirm.

  “One last time. Are you sure you want this?” Wyatt asked again in a low, taut voice.

  Kat’s heart melted. Even though he was turned on, his cock heavy with desire, she had no doubt that if she refused him, he’d walk away from her right now.

  Instead, she reached up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him against her.

  She kissed him, then pressed her lips against his ear.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His whole body shuddered at the word. It broke some kind of dam within him, because suddenly he was kissing her with fierce desire. His hands were everywhere, as if he wanted to touch every part of her at once.

  Kat’s craving for him spiked, and she desperately needed him inside her. But Wyatt clearly had other ideas. He slipped out of her grip, kissing his way along her neck. His teeth grazed that muscle between her neck and shoulder, almost as if he considered marking her as his own.

  Kat shivered at the thought.

  Instead, he continued down her bare chest, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. He was side-tracked by her breasts, kissing and licking and playing with them while Kat squirmed beneath him, trying to find friction to assuage her growing need.

  Reluctantly, he left her breasts, leaving one hand behind to continue his play as he kissed his way over her stomach. He paused when he reached the waistband of her pyjama shorts and looked up at her through hooded lashes, as if giving her one last chance to escape.

  But Kat couldn’t think of anything she wanted more in this moment than his mouth on her. She pushed down her shorts and raised her hips as Wyatt took over. In an instant, she was completely bare to him. Wyatt’s hungry gaze raked over her.

  “I wanted to do this last night,” he confessed. “But I’m glad we waited.”

  Heat spread thr
ough her at his words.

  Then, he spread her legs wide, crouching on the floor by the bed so he was level with her core. With his thumbs, he opened her to his gaze. His hungry look intensified, and Kat’s desire heightened at the knowledge he wanted her so badly.

  Maybe there was hope for them.

  His tongue touched her, and her hips bucked off the bed. Wyatt’s fingers dug into her thighs to hold her still, even as he held her open. He played with her, teasing her, until Kat was a sobbing mess of desire.

  Her orgasm was right there within reach, all she needed was—

  He inserted two fingers into her and Kat cried out in pleasure. They stretched, filled her. It wasn’t as good as his cock, but as desperate as she felt, she’d take it.

  He pumped them in and out of her a few times. Kat gripped his hair, forcing his mouth hard against her. His lips curved into a smile and he sucked at her clit obligingly.

  She was close, so close.

  A few more expert manoeuvres and Kat was coming hard, twisting against the cheap fabric of the bedspread. Wyatt didn’t stop, riding her through the waves of her orgasm until she lay back, limp and exhausted.

  Kat’s chest heaved as if she’d run a marathon and her skin tingled all over. The second Wyatt stood and shucked his track pants, freeing his cock, desire stirred in her all over again. He stroked himself, watching her with dark eyes.

  “I’ve thought about this moment a lot,” he rasped, eyes flaming with heat.

  “Me, too,” Kat whispered.

  She licked her lips. If her muscles were working, she would wrap her lips around that beautiful cock in a heartbeat. Instead, she lay sprawled where he left her, her muscles lax. But as Wyatt fisted himself, his gaze narrowing, Kat’s core clenched in desire.

  She needed him in her.

  “Wyatt,” she said, reaching for him. He stepped closer to her, tangling their hands together, still holding himself with the other. “Get inside me,” she demanded, tilting up her hips in invitation.

  Wyatt sighed, and Kat’s heart skipped in concern.

  “No condoms,” he said.

  “Drawer?” Kat suggested automatically. Wyatt opened the drawer in the bedside table, but it only held a bible. He strode into the adjoining bathroom, his bare ass drawing her gaze. Cabinets opened and closed, and then he reappeared, shaking his head.

  Kat stared at him for a long moment. “I don’t care,” she said. In fact, she couldn’t imagine anything she wanted more in this moment than the man she loved to put a baby in her. Even if he left her after tonight, she’d carry a child with her, a perfect symbol of a fresh start. Something good and pure to love, who loved her unconditionally in return.

  And it would be Wyatt’s, the man she loved.

  Maybe they could even be a family, like normal people. Starting afresh, together.

  Either that, or McCready would end them both within the next twenty-four hours. And if that was the case, she didn’t want to leave this earth without having Wyatt inside her.

  “Please,” she begged.

  Wyatt shook his head. “I—”

  A thought came to Kat, and her heart clutched. “I’m clean, I promise. McCready made us get tested regularly.”

  Wyatt’s expression grew sad, as if that thought hadn’t occurred to him and it upset him that she was thinking it.

  “I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. What if you…” He trailed off.

  “I want this,” Kat said, meaning every word. “I won’t regret it. My head is clear, and I’m thinking straight. And what I’m thinking is that if you don’t get your cock in me now, I’ll scream.”

  Wyatt’s mouth kicked up into a grin. “I hope you’ll scream anyway.”

  A thrill of triumph raced through Kat as Wyatt stepped towards her. She shuffled back on the bed until her head was on the pillows. Wyatt came over her, pressing her into the mattress with his body as he kissed her soundly.

  Kat clung to him, never wanting to let him go. He levered himself up on his elbows, then flexed his hips and his cock nudged her opening. Kat tilted her hips and he slipped in further. She gasped as he stretched her, filling her, as he slowly slid in to the hilt.

  They groaned in unison when he was finally seated deep within her.

  “You feel so good,” he told her.

  “So do you,” Kat gasped. She wrapped her legs around his back, urging him to move.

  He obeyed, sliding out of her and back in. Her nerve endings lit up, already sensitised from her previous orgasm. She gripped his biceps to steady herself.

  Wyatt held her gaze as he flexed his hips again. She’d never experienced such intimacy, him inside her as their gazes were locked together. It connected them in a profound way. Or, perhaps she was still high on love and her fantastic orgasm.

  But there was definitely something tying them together, something Kat didn’t quite understand. She couldn’t figure it out while he was pumping into her, making her mind go hazy.

  He quickened his pace with every stroke until he was slamming into her. Kat’s mind went blank. All she could think about was the sensations rocketing through her. Him inside her, her building orgasm, his slick skin against hers.

  Wyatt gritted his teeth, clearly straining to hold back his own pleasure. Kat loosened one hand from where it still gripped his arm, and circled her clit. Her hips bucked at the pleasure that crashed through her and she increased her speed until she was orgasming all over again.

  Wyatt flexed his hips a few more times, pushing into her until he, too, came, spurting his seed deep within her.

  Kat lay boneless beneath him as he collapsed on top of her, enjoying his weight as she slowly regained her breath and her sanity. She kissed his shoulder in thanks, and trailed her fingers up his spine until he shivered.

  He rolled off her, and Kat had a moment to feel bereft until he tucked her into his side and kissed the top of her head.

  Kat’s heart swelled. This was like a new beginning, something precious and real between them. But she didn’t dare ask what he felt, in case it broke the spell.

  Tomorrow, she promised herself.

  She’d ask him tomorrow.

  Chapter 19

  Their peace didn’t last long.

  The shrill ring of a phone pierced the silence. Wyatt and Kat shared a look, then she scrambled out of bed to find her phone. Wyatt immediately missed her warmth, but shook off the feeling. Anyone calling Kat at this hour either had very good news…

  Or very bad.

  Wyatt threw the bedsheets back to reveal the phone tangled beneath them. Kat dived for it, then answered the call with a breathless, “Hello?”

  Her face changed as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the line, going from hopeful, to distraught. Wyatt’s stomach sank. He immediately stood and pulled on his track pants from where he’d abandoned them earlier. Next he found Weston’s t-shirt, and then the shoes.

  He kept half an ear on Kat’s side of the conversation, but she didn’t say much. “Yes, of course,” she finished, then hung up. She threw the phone on the bed and stared at him with stricken, hopeless eyes.

  Wyatt strode to her and immediately folded her into his arms. She clung desperately to him. “Who was that?” he asked, but he was afraid he already knew.

  “McCready. He has my sister. She didn’t get away in time. And he has Ruthie, too.” She tilted her head back, revealing tears streaming down her cheeks. “This is all my fault.”

  “You can’t think like that,” Wyatt urged. He knew too well what guilt could do to a person.

  “We should’ve taken Ruthie with us. And I should’ve called my sister first. I can’t believe I forgot until it was too late.” She sobbed, clutching at his t-shirt. “If they die because of me…”

  “Hey, don’t think like that. We both did the best we could under the circumstances. For now, they’re still alive. And that’s all we need.”

  Kat took a shuddering breath. “We have to save them.”

&n
bsp; His heart broke at the fear and pain on her face. “We will. Tell me what he said.”

  “We have to meet him at the warehouse where he stages the fights. If he sees or smells any cops, he’ll kill the girls. It can’t be anyone else there except the two of us.”

  “And?” Wyatt asked, stroking his hands along her back for comfort.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, her brows tugging in confusion.

  “Well, is this a trade? Us for them?”

  Kat swallowed. “I didn’t ask, I was too scared for Larissa.” Her gaze was apologetic, and Wyatt kissed away the tremble in her lips.

  “It’s okay. It’d be a trap anyway. There’s no way he intends to let any of us go.”

  “If it’s a trap, what do we do?” She was staring up at him like he could solve all the world’s problems. He felt like a hero—and a fraud. But he’d do the best he could, for her.

  Wyatt considered the question. “How long until we have to meet him?”

  “An hour.”

  Not much time to prepare. “I guess we have to make a trap of our own.” At her questioning look, he continued. “We have to focus on getting the girls to safety, right? So here’s the plan.”

  He outlined his idea to her, and she looked at him skeptically. “We just walk in there, no weapons or anything? McCready has plenty of those, and more manpower.”

  “The only people he’d trust right now are Spider and Weston, and Spider is either dead or severely injured. I think we have a chance against McCready and Weston, particularly if we can disarm them.”

  Kat gave him a long look. “I guess we don’t have much of a choice.”

  “Right. Now we need to find a ride.”

  Ten minutes later they were on their way to the warehouse in a taxi driven by a yawning driver. When he’d pulled up to the hotel, he’d given Wyatt and Kat one look and almost sped away. It wasn’t until Wyatt paid up front—plus generous tip—that he agreed to take the two poorly-dressed people to the dodgy district on the other side of town.

  “Are you sure this is a good plan?” Kat whispered to him as they neared the warehouse.

  Wyatt studied her. No, he wasn’t sure. And if it was up to him, he’d leave Kat back at the hotel and go alone, keep her safe. She already meant so much to him in such a short time, and he’d never forgive himself if anything happened to her.