"You chased him away."
"I did nothing of the sort."
Tatyana laughed as behind them, the two continued to argue. Mike led her across the vast area between the massive barn and the log cabin mansion she'd skirted to get to him.
"Where are we going?" She hurriedly tried to keep up with his longer strides but had to jog every now and then to keep from being dragged.
"Somewhere private." Chief stopped and swooped her into his arms. She shrieked at the surprise move.
"Was I too slow?"
"Unless you want to make love, here and now, yes, you were going to slow."
Mike's long legs ate up the distance toward a smaller house. Tatyana would have had to run to keep up with him. Instead, she spent the time kissing Mike's ear, down the side of his neck and running her good hand over his hard pecs.
"Woman, I'm not going to be able to wait."
Taty waited until he kicked the door shut behind him. She didn't care if they were in another barn, she wanted him, and she needed him. Now. "I like it when you get that way."
"I don't want to hurt your shoulder." He dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her stomach as he unbuttoned her shirt. Taty ran her hand through his thick black hair and damn near yanked a handful out when he mouthed her breast through the lace of her bra. She knew on some level he was stripping her of her clothes, but there was no way she could focus on that minor detail when the man's mouth and hands caressed every inch of her body. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his hot skin next to hers. He had it off in mere seconds.
"Mike, please. I need you to make love to me." Taty bent down and captured his lips. The lost, feral look of desire on his face sent a shiver of pure lust through her. He stood and kissed her, backing her until the back of her thighs hit a bed. He supported her back and lowered her onto the mattress. He stood and motioned toward the middle of the bed. She pushed herself up and over with her good hand while she watched him take off his boots and lose his blue jeans, big silver buckle and all. His cock stood out from his body, hard and swollen, obviously ready for her. She licked her lips. God, she loved going down on him.
Mike stroked his shaft and smiled at her gesture. "As much as I want to feel your mouth on me, we won't be doing that. Not tonight. Tonight I'm making love to you." He hit the bed and crawled up to her.
"No. Tonight we are making love to each other." Taty smiled shyly when he stopped short.
Mike's gaze roamed over her before he spoke, "I never believed I'd find my soul mate." He lowered his body over hers after ensuring her arm was positioned in a way she wouldn't be injured. He kissed the dark red scars from the bullet wound and the surgeries before his lips traveled across her collarbone and lower. Taty felt the tears building, but there was nothing she could do to prevent them from spilling. She had been given the most precious gift in the world. A chance at love with a remarkable, caring man.
Mike hovered over her, his face displaying concern...and a little sadness.
She answered his unasked question, "I'm fine, just overwhelmed. I love you. I can't believe this. If it is a dream, please don't wake me."
He moved his hips bringing his shaft to her heat. "This is real." His lips lowered to just above hers, his eyes still holding hers. Their breaths hitched at the same time as he entered her. Chief's eyes closed as if against his will. His heat and size stole her ability to think of anything but him. She wrapped her legs around him and abandoned herself to the sensations he released from the depths of her soul. He was the center of her universe and had been since the day she'd walked into that chalet. It seemed eons ago, but it was only a few short months. The anxiety, fear, separation, and time away from each other melted into an amalgamation of emotion that built and swirled, taking her higher than she'd ever allowed herself to fly before. But in his arms, she was safe, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she could show the emotion she felt. His touch, his lips and his whispered words of adoration filled voids that had only held darkness. With him, she was safe. He was her home. Her body pitched into a shattering orgasm. She barely registered Mike chasing his own release until his hips stuttered and he made a deep growling noise in the back of his throat before he found bliss.
Taty played with the damp hair at the back of his neck while he recovered. She couldn't recall a time where she'd been so… at peace. Yes, that was the word.
"You are thinking too hard." Mike still lay between her legs, his chest on her stomach and his head resting just above her breasts.
She chuckled, "I am."
"Tell me."
"I was afraid to come. Afraid that there was someone else, that there was no room in your life for me. I've done horrible things in the name of justice."
Chief lifted onto his forearms and locked his gaze with hers. "I can say the same. One day we will know each other's darkest hours, but whatever you tell me, it will not alter what I feel about you. I love you."
Taty lifted her good arm and traced his strong jaw with her fingers. "You understand I come with luggage?"
Mike's face split in a wide smile. "Baggage. You come with baggage is the saying."
Taty rolled her eyes. "It is the same thing, yes?"
"Technically, yes it is the same thing." He lowered and kissed her thoroughly. She drew a much-needed lungful of air when he finally ended the kiss. "Whatever luggage you have, we'll handle it."
"So you want me to stay?" She smiled at him and batted her eyes.
"I want you, Taty. If you can't be happy here, we'll go wherever you need to live." His eyes reflected the sincerity of his words.
"I am happy wherever you are, my cowboy."
Chief laughed again and rolled to her side. "Seriously woman, I'm going to have to teach you American history."
Taty lifted onto her elbow and ran her hand down his washboard abs to his faint happy trail. She cupped his shaft that plumped in her hand. "I would prefer you teach me another subject."
"Which one is that?"
"Sex education, yes?"
"Oh, hell yes. But maybe we should concentrate on linguistics first?"
"Oh? What language are we learning?" Taty allowed him to move her back down to the mattress and position himself on top of her again.
He ran his cheek across hers and whispered in her ear. "Love."
Epilogue
Zane Reynolds walked down the hallway leading to the nerve center of Guardian's Cyber unit. Although he was currently between missions, he wouldn't have come back to this unit, not without cause. But, being called back by the Arch Angel himself was more than enough cause. When Jason King called, you dropped whatever the fuck you were doing, and you appeared. Even if it was… zero dark thirty in the morning. Still, it was familiar striding down the halls even after a two-month hiatus. Once Guardian had eliminated the threat to the Kings by taking down the Bravata, his reason to stay on as a personal security officer for Jewell King ended.
Although he wasn't directly involved in the clean-up operations, keeping something like Ski's defection to the dark side quiet wasn't going to happen, even in an enterprise as disciplined as Guardian. He'd heard Ski was the way in for the uber hacker Jewell had been tracing. The computer genius had used Ski's knowledge of the organization to find a way into the network, and while he was inside Guardian's mainframe, he had found out information about the Kings and even Gabriel.
Zane bet that little computer geek had those holes identified, plugged and cemented. He chuckled to himself as he punched his code into a cipher lock and laid his finger on the scanner. Hell, the woman probably built a cyber moat around her system too. She was that fucking good at what she did. Unfortunately, she was also absent-minded, ate crap, if and when she did eat, had a foul temper and a mouth so filthy she could make a Marine blush. He knew that for a fact because she'd made him blush a time or two. Damn good thing the li
ghting in her office sucked.
He'd never admit that he missed the little hell-cat. She was all claws and hiss, but damned if he didn't want to hold and pet her. He rolled his eyes at the thought. The woman didn't even know he was alive. The fact that he'd been reassigned probably hadn't registered for a week or two… if at all. She'd be glad to be rid of him, and that was the major reason he left without so much as a good-bye. She'd never wanted him around anyway, and he wasn't going to try for something that would never develop. He'd get over his infatuation with the spitfire. Someday.
Zane glanced at his watch. Three-thirty in the morning. It had taken him an hour to make the drive from his apartment. What the fuck was going on that Jason needed him here at this ungodly hour?
He opened the beehive's door and noted the night shift techies hard at work. Several looked up and smiled or waved at him. He waved back and headed up the stadium levels to the office at the top of the theater. Jason opened the door and put his finger to his lips silencing the greeting that was on Zane's lips. Zane nodded and followed Jason into Jewell's office. The place was a fucking zoo. Papers everywhere, junk food wrappers and energy drink cans stacked on top of at least twenty pizza boxes. The chair she'd ordered for him sat in the same position, and it was the only surface that didn't have litter strewn over it.
He glanced at the workstation and sighed. Jewell was asleep at her computer. He followed Jason to the far monitor. The words on the screen at once filled him with anger and explained the disaster he found himself standing in. It was the chatroom she'd set up to taunt the hacker. The message was clear. Zane's blood boiled. He straightened and locked down his emotional response before he looked at one of the most powerful men in the world. Jason pointed at his sister and whispered, "She's been keeping this from us. We are going to need you again."
Zane turned from the computer screen to the woman half laying on the workstation beside him. Shit just got difficult again.
The End
About Kris
Kris Michaels is the alter ego of a happily married wife and mother who loves to write erotic romance with a twist of military flavor. A chance meeting and immediate friendship with an established author propelled Kris into a world where her lifelong fantasy of publishing romance novels came true! Her vivid imagination and erotic fantasies evolved into the Kings of Guardian Series. Kris believes in meeting life head on…as long as there is an ample supply of coffee, whiskey and wine! She believes love makes this crazy life worthwhile. When she isn’t writing Kris enjoys a busy life with her husband, the cop, and her two wonderful sons.
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Other Books by Kris Michaels
The Kings of Guardian Series:
Jacob—Book One
Joseph—Book Two
Adam—Book Three
Jason—Book Four
Jared—Book Five
Jasmine—Book Six
Chief—Book Seven
Everlight Series:
An Evidence of Magic
An Incident of Magic
Stand Alone:
A Heart’s Desire
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