Resistance

by Jan Springer

  Resistance

  Jan Springer

  Book five in the Outlaw Lovers Series.

  Fugitive female… Renegade Resistance leader Reena “Red” Wilde is in for the fight of her life when she experiences an erotic attraction to the two most dangerous men she’s ever met.

  Black ops assassin… Months ago, Will “Blade” Smith spent one sizzling evening in the arms of a red-haired seductress. Now she’s his next assignment. One look into her gorgeous eyes and he’s wrestling his heated cravings all over again.

  Bounty Hunter… When Cade Outlaw nabs his bounty, sexy-as-sin Reena Wilde, his profession dictates she’s hands-off. But he can’t ignore the magnetic sparks between them…or that she is the biggest temptation of his life.

  Resistance is futile… After Reena escapes Cade and Will and falls prey to a band of evil hunters, she’s grateful her sexy hunks come to her rescue, and in return, saves their lives. Trapped in a solitary cabin during a wicked snowstorm, she can’t resist her two well-hung studs, nor can she deny they’ve claimed her heart.

  RESISTANCE

  Jan Springer

  Dedication

  For Meena

  Chapter One

  Reena Wilde could barely stop her fingers from shaking. She stood in the hallway and unbuttoned the man’s shirt she’d been given to wear while she stayed in the safe house. Baby-blue cotton, the shirt dwarfed her petite body and the hemline dropped to her knees. The sensual rugged scent of outdoorsy pine and soap on his shirt made her heart race. The owner of this piece of clothing was on the other side of the door and she was nervous to approach him.

  She’d been here several days and nights having sex. Not with him, but with the men who’d rescued her from the brothel where she’d been held captive. Her rescuers belonged to a top secret government organization called SKULL.

  Through her work in the Resistance, she’d heard of them. Skilled Kill Undercover Liaison Links was a Black Ops assassination organization for the government. During the Terrorist Wars, members had been doctors, nurses and other medical personnel—people drafted into the organization and forced to infiltrate any number of U.S. Military adversaries in order to kill targeted enemies.

  The SKULL men she’d been staying with had been working on an unrelated assignment when they’d rescued her from the pleasure house she’d penetrated to gather intelligence for the Resistance.

  Damn fools had screwed her plans. She’d let herself be captured by the pleasure house. SKULL had ruined the assignment. But she couldn’t do anything about it now. She just hoped to hell they wouldn’t discover her true identity, for if they did, they’d interrogate and then shoot her. Pretty much everybody wanted her out of the way. If not dead, tortured first—for the information she held—and then dead.

  For the past few days, she’d had no option but to stay here. These men were dominant and so willing to give the sex she craved while she came off the sex drugs the pleasure house had pumped into her. The drugs had kept her aroused and willing to perform. The matter of her needing to orgasm every so often or she’d go mad also existed. This was due to the X-virus, a submissive virus released by terrorists intent on dominating all women. But the original strain had mutated into different forms—many of them deadly—thus killing off a majority of the world’s female population and leaving most of those alive afflicted with various illnesses.

  She had the O mutation of the X-virus. O for orgasm. Right now her body screamed for another climax. Not just with anyone. But with him. The man they called Will Blade, who just so happened to be on the other side of this door.

  Avoiding her.

  She knew why. Knew it in the hot way his yummy chocolate-pudding eyes studied her every movement since he’d shown up in this secluded house early this morning. She’d read the hunger on his face the several times the SKULL men had led her into the adjoining room.

  She’d hoped he would join them. He never had. So she’d decided to hook up with him. Tonight. In his room. While the others slept.

  She wanted a taste of him—just this once. Then she’d escape and she’d never have to see any of these men again. Never have to physically long for the man they called Blade.

  Excitement lashed her as she twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open and quietly stole inside.

  He was awake. She knew he would be. Or else he slept with the lights on…or maybe he’d been waiting for her.

  At twenty-three years old, she was quite experienced in the sex department. She’d gained her skills during the last two years of the Terrorist Wars in the mandatory Rest & Relaxation Sexual Release Program—R & R for short—designed for the soldiers. Even her father, a top-ranking general, had been unable to keep her out—no matter how hard he’d tried to hide her overseas in a job as a teacher’s assistant in the Teachers Without Borders program.

  With all her sexual experience, she’d learned the power a woman has over men and was anxious to try her expertise on Blade.

  As she stood in the doorway, Blade looked up from where he lay on his bed, an open book balanced on his chest. A succulent pine and soap scent drifted off the vibrant male and hung erotically in the room. His heated gaze made her jittery with an intense longing to be touched, especially her breasts and between her thighs. She was so wet, drenched, ready.

  Maybe the arousal drugs were still in her system? No, her overwhelming urges for this stranger were natural. With the drugs, she’d been impatient, needy and desperate. With Blade, she just wanted his body heat wrapped around her. Wanted him to hold her in his arms, kiss her and bring his cock into her. Make love to her. Her desires were as plain and raw as that.

  He remained silent as she closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand beside his bed. He wore only a pair of skintight black jeans. He did nothing but return to his reading, as if dismissing her.

  Disappointment rocked her and for a horrendous long moment she wondered if maybe he didn’t desire her as she’d anticipated. Maybe he didn’t want her because she’d been with so many of his co-workers. Maybe he still belonged to the old-fashioned world and stuck with the idea of wanting a pure, untouched woman. God, wouldn’t that be something? And just her rotten luck too, because she really desired him.

  He moved, catching her off guard, making her inhale sharply. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up and gazed at her.

  His tussled golden-blonde hair made her think of sleepless nights making love with him. The dark shadow he wore so well on his face made the insides of her thighs clench as she imagined his stubble rubbing her while he slurped her pussy into his mouth. Just thinking of having him between her legs brought a flush of heat to her cheeks and excitement raced through her system.

  The slight bump on his nose—as if someone had recently broken it—on his otherwise flawless face made her wonder if he might be violent. She didn’t know him. He could slap her around for daring to come into his room uninvited. But then why the heated looks for her when he’d first arrived? Did she burn for a man she’d misread? Or was this just wishful, old-fashioned thinking on her part, hoping he craved her as badly as she needed him thrusting into her?

  No, she couldn’t be wrong about him. He wanted her and, oh God, she wanted him.

  He said nothing as she pulled the shirt open to reveal her breasts and her pussy. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and looked into her eyes. Watching. Waiting. Seemingly unaffected by her exposure.

  He didn’t reach out to her as she’d hoped. Didn’t touch her. Didn’t do a thing.

  Bastard.

  Rejection slammed into her and she winced at the unexpected pain. Maybe she should just leave.

  “Don’t stop,” he growled in a strangled voice.

  “The man speaks,” she replied, unable to st
op her anger. If only he would have taken her into his arms.

  A flare of irritation—or maybe surprise—at her uncontrolled outburst flashed in his eyes. She didn’t care. She just wanted him to know she had an unexplained, overwhelming physical attraction toward him. She wanted to tell him she wished they’d met under different circumstances and hoped he’d join the ménages she experienced with the other members of SKULL.

  Surely he’d had sex with other men in the same room? These days anything was the norm when it came to sex.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered.

  Any evidence of his earlier strangled voice had disappeared. Apparently he’d pulled a tight, controlled shield around himself. She’d just have to see how much persuasion was needed to break that wall, wouldn’t she? Once again, sweet anticipation swept through her as she cupped her breasts.

  “Why don’t you make me touch myself, Blade?” she taunted.

  A muscle spasmed in his jaw. His eyes darkened as he studied her.

  “Perhaps you should spank me until I do what you want me to do. Or maybe you should hang heavy weights off all these rings of mine.”

  Without un-cupping herself, she inserted her thumbs through the large rings her previous jailors at the pleasure house had pierced through her nipples. She tugged on the rings, bringing her nipples and breasts outward. The sting of tenderness made her gasp, but she didn’t ease off. The pleasure-pain excited her and from the flushed hunger on Blade’s face, he was enjoying the show.

  “You could zip a gold chain through the rings. String the chain down through my bellybutton ring.”

  She un-cupped her breasts and his gaze followed as she smoothed her hands leisurely over her stomach and fingered the gold ring in her bellybutton.

  “Then you could loop the chain through my labia rings. Tighten the slack so I would experience pleasure-pain everywhere, all at once?”

  Her voice became breathless, sexy as she erotically traced her fingers over her smooth, firm abdomen and between her thighs to toy with her labia rings. She pulled on them and whimpered at the pressure they created.

  “Or perhaps you’d…” She cleared her dry throat. “Maybe you’d tie me against a wall and hang heavy weights from all my rings until I submitted to you…and let you fuck me.”

  She tensed as he rose.

  He was a tall man—towered over her like a giant as he stood in front of her. Her eyes met his muscled, bronze chest. She gazed up. His pulse pounded in his corded neck and her own pulse picked up speed.

  “You’re wearing my shirt,” he said in a quiet, husky voice.

  “Maybe you should take it back,” she teased.

  Anticipation raced through her as he delicately grabbed the lapels of the open shirt and pulled the material farther apart. He stared down at her breasts and his soft gaze feathered across her flesh, making her nipples harden. She ached for him to loop his fingers through the rings and pull just as she’d suggested.

  Disappointment once again rocked her when, instead, he brought the shirt up over her shoulders and let it fall and puddle at her feet. She trembled as she stood totally naked in front of him. A stranger. A big man whose powerful arms could snap her neck with one quick move.

  She yelped when he grabbed her wrists. Tight. Like two handcuffs.

  He led her hands upward to beneath her breasts. His eyes flashed with emotions she couldn’t put names to.

  His body scent wrapped around her like an aphrodisiac. Dark, alluring…dangerous. This man might not like it if she played games with him.

  “I said touch yourself, Red,” he commanded. “Play with your nipples.”

  Red. Because of her red hair? Or did he know Red was her code name as the leader of the Resistance? Uneasiness fluttered through her. Maybe he knew who she really was. No, not possible. He would have told the others. They would have interrogated her. Instead, they slept.

  She liked the slow and sexy way he said Red.

  She cried in surprise when he grabbed her hips and shoved her backward against the closed door. She hit it with a rough thud and held her breath as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She cupped her breasts, her hands smoothing over her curves. Plumping her tender nipples, she tried like crazy to keep her gaze focused on the big man on his knees before her. He reached up and slid his hands seductively along the curve of each hip. His palms burned her flesh as he held onto her.

  “Open your legs. Wide.”

  He possessed a cool and controlled voice, his breath anything but as it fanned hot waves against her lower belly.

  She did as he instructed and eagerly spread her legs very wide.

  Her breath was shallow. Her senses fully alert as she awaited his next move. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips and her knees melted, threatening to crumble at the erotic sight.

  His nearness, his self-control, the intoxicating way he studied her pussy made her so aware—yet at the same time very shy too as blood hammered through her system.

  Perhaps in her boldness toward him, she’d bitten off more than she could chew? Maybe he hadn’t come after her for a reason? Maybe she wouldn’t be able to handle him? He might be too rough with her.

  She gasped at the heat of his palms as they branded her hips. He held her firm against the door and for a moment she forgot how to breathe as his head lowered. She cried out in both surprise and arousal as he sucked one labia—ring included—into his moist, warm mouth.

  She struggled to keep touching her breasts. Fought to keep her body under control as the tip of his tongue lashed her clit. He sucked the ring between his teeth and pulled. The tug was erotic, way better than anything she’d ever done herself.

  Oh yeah, this man knew what he was doing.

  Her legs trembled. She leaned more heavily against the door and moaned softly as he devoured her other labia, doing the same naughty thing—lashing her with his tongue and pulling the ring with his teeth. He released her and ran his tongue between her wet folds and along her slit until a magnificent pulse of heat throbbed through her pussy. She tightened her thighs as her arousal mounted.

  When his mouth fused over her entire pussy, she fought for a breath. Fought to keep standing.

  She let go of her nipples and slapped her hands down upon his rock-hard back, trying to support her trembling legs. His palms caressed her hips, his touches electric upon her flesh, and she couldn’t help but gyrate against his face.

  She jerked as his tongue lashed her clit. He began a firm, rough lap. It was fast and intense, an up and down massage. Oh God!

  He feasted on her pussy. Erotic slurping split the air as he sucked firmly on her wet flesh. With each swipe of his tongue, her restraint crumbled and she came closer to being whisked into a vortex of need and lust and pleasure.

  He licked and stroked with his tongue, pushing her to the edge. The instant she wanted to let herself fly, he pulled back.

  The tease! She cried out her frustration and he became intense again, feasting and urging her toward a wild desire that threatened to pull her under. Need built inside her. A need so powerful and raw, she knew this was what she’d required from a man. She strained her pussy against his face, demanding a harder pressure, needing to lose herself in the hungry pleasure wave that threatened to consume her senses and self-control.

  He worked her close to an orgasm. So close! She burned for him. Yearned for release. Wanted him inside her.

  She whimpered. She wanted him to fuck her. Now! But she couldn’t say a word. He had her twisting inside a whirlwind that kept her gasping with arousal.

  His mouth left her pussy. “You like this, don’t you, Red,” he growled up at her.

  She moaned her agreement and tightened her grip on his shoulders. She couldn’t remember when she’d stopped touching herself. Didn’t remember placing her palms on his rugged muscular shoulders for support.

  “Open your eyes, Red,” he instructed.

  His demand made her gasp as a familiar erotic wave of submission was
hed through her. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and cried softly as he studied her.

  Blade’s lips were red, swollen and glistened with moisture from her pussy. He let go of one of her hips and moved his hand between her thighs. A hot finger teased her clit, stroked her until she trembled uncontrollably.

  “You’d like me to fuck you,” he said.

  She gasped, her desperation turning into a physical ache. She needed him. God! How she needed him!

  He bared his white, even teeth and her tummy hollowed out at the sexy satisfied smile he gave her so freely.

  Yes, she wanted this man. Wanted him like no other. This was why she’d come to his room tonight. To be with him.

  “You want me, don’t you, Red?” His words stroked her senses. “You want me to make you come. To bring you what you crave. What you need.”

  Yes, bring me what I need.

  Without waiting for her answer, he thrust two fingers into her vagina and started a quick, savage pump that had her quivering and bucking shamelessly. He finger fucked her with the deepest, longest strokes. Within seconds, a fireball slammed into her. She twisted harder and cried out as she writhed and gyrated upon his fingers.

  Colorful lights flashed in her mind and shocking tremors shook her legs. Tears burned her eyes as spasms pounded through her. Thrashing her hips, she cried out as he worked her, his fingers plunging into her deeper and faster. Her vagina clenched and pleasure rode her body.

  Her thighs trembled. Her tummy tightened. And she swore she lost her breath. Her mouth opened as she held tighter to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. The need, the craving, the desperation spiraling through her since she’d first seen him crashed together, making the wicked bursts of pleasure sharper and exquisitely painful… but so beautiful, too. She gyrated her hips with maddening speed, rocking into the explosion, and embraced the carnal shivers as they seared through her with perfection.

  When he withdrew his fingers, she collapsed to her knees in front of him, gasping for air, her eyes shut so tightly she swore she would never be able to open them again. His hot mouth fused over hers, scattering all thoughts to the wind. Urges pounded her as his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers slipping through the nipple rings and tugging to this side of pain. He pulled the rings and kissed her harder, demanding she kiss him back. She returned his fire, melting her lips against his so intensely something deep inside of her—something pure and innocent and untouched—unraveled for him.