by Elle Boon
Turning his back to Shayna, he couldn’t stand to see the revulsion in her eyes, he looked at Grey. “Get her out of here.” When it didn’t appear as though his new boss was going to comply, he took a step closer. “Now, Grey. Get her the fuck out of here.”
Her whimper tore his heart out.
Chapter Eight
Shayna paced the hotel room floor for what she was sure was the hundredth time. Two damn weeks she’d been in Tampa. Two weeks too long since she’d watched Mike stomp away from her after telling Grey to get her the fuck out of there. Well, she had news for him. She was not leaving without a fight.
After the Omega Team had swooped in, she had been shocked to learn Dimitri, a Russian diplomat’s son had been infatuated with her after watching her play the violin. He’d orchestrated the theft of the violin, knowing that J&A Beare would be compensated, and had planned to return the violin after her death. Of course, he didn’t know how long he’d keep her as all his playmates differed. A shiver wracked her frame. The billionaire playboy would have gotten away with his plans had she not gone to Grey and Athena for help. When officials had searched his homes, they’d found little souvenirs from several women, twelve to be exact. Twelve women who had been missing all over the world, but none had been connected with him, until now.
“He can’t get you now,” she reassured herself. Two of the women were Americans, making him face the United States justice system.
“You know it’s not a good thing to talk to yourself?”
She spun around, heart racing at the sound of the deep voice behind her. Mike Royce, the man she’d been dreaming about, needing, wanting for the past two weeks stood near the balcony doors. After weeks with no word he was looking too damn good for her peace of mind. “What are you doing here?”
He took a step away from the wall. “I couldn’t stay away. How do you live without your heart?” he asked. “I can’t do it anymore, Shayna.”
Her own heart banged against her chest. “I don’t know.”
“There were days when I would wish to bleed, to feel pain, just to know that I was alive. Now, with you, I finally realized what it is to actually live for the first time. It only took a smile from you, and my heart would race, my dick would harden. Before you, there were times I would go days, weeks or more when the world didn’t see me. At times I didn’t think anyone would miss me if I was killed, other than Maddox. Now that he’s with Hailey, even he would probably forget about me.”
She put her arms around him, covering his mouth with her hand. “Don’t say that. You mean so much, to so many people. If you don’t believe me, then think again because you do to all of us. These past two weeks, I missed you so much. I missed the way my hand felt in yours. I missed your teasing ways. I missed the way you referred to the Real Housewives, and knowing you really did like them. I’ve even started watching them. Just to feel closer to you. Please, don’t leave me again.” A tear fell down her cheek, another one joined the first. His words of needing to bleed, just to know he was alive struck a nerve within her.
His knuckles grazed her cheek, drying her tears. “You’re too good for me, but I can’t let you go. I tried. Dammit, I tried. I’m just not that good of a man.”
Again, she put her hand over his mouth. The feel of his tongue licking her palm made her smile in spite of the situation. “You are a better man than you give yourself credit for. And, before you say another stupid word, let me warn you, I will smack you if you don’t let me finish.”
He grinned behind her palm. “You’re feisty. I like that.”
“I know something bad must’ve happened for you to run from me, but whatever it is, we can work through it. I love you, Mike. I know it’s too soon, but there it is. I love you, and you’ll just have to deal with it. The men and women in the Macintyre Clan fall hard, and we fall fast, so just let that sink in and deal.”
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He stared in awe at the little vixen telling him she loved him, and that he’d just have to deal. He’d laugh if he wasn’t too damn humbled. “I fucking love you, too. The Royces don’t really do anything fast, but we also don’t do anything by half measures. I swear to all that I’ll love you to the end of time, and then I’ll love you beyond that. When we are old and grey, and then dust, I’ll still love you.” The words weren’t just words, they were a promise, ones he’d keep.
“I think I can handle that as long as I have you.” He cradled her face in his palms, then unable to stop himself, he captured her lips in a kiss that he hoped conveyed his feelings. All the pent up longings, the suffering he’d gone through while thinking he was doing the right thing flowed out of him. His arm ached from the knife wound, yet the doctors had said there was no nerve or muscle damage. The stitches had come out a few days ago, and he’d debated with himself until he’d finally came to his senses.
“That’s good to hear. There are a lot of things you will learn about me, and stubborn is another one.” The sheen of tears had made her green eyes sparkle.
Her porcelain fine skin looked too smooth for his rough touch, but he couldn’t stop from touching her. “I think I’m up for the challenge.”
She looked down to where his dick was most definitely showing its presence. “Hmm, I can see that,” she laughed.
Mike grunted. “Ignore him, I have.” For the last fourteen days he had done just that. It was the hardest damn two weeks of his life.
“Why don’t we go sit down, you look a little better than the last time I saw you, but I need to make sure you are truly okay.”
He couldn’t believe this woman. “You know, I can’t remember the last time someone wanted to make sure I was okay because they worried about me. I mean my bosses did because they had a job for me, but, yeah, I’ll shut up now.”
He sat on the sofa in the luxurious seating room. A guy might get drunk and spout all kinds of bullshit, but he didn’t have an excuse, other than he was drunk on love. He wanted Shayna to understand she was special.
She gave him a slight press into the center of the couch, then bit on her thumb. “I’m gonna have to see your wound.” With a nod, she began unbuttoning his top.
He sat while she straddled his lap. “Baby, I don’t know if you realize this, but you are torturing me.”
Her hands with the calluses on the tips running over his exposed skin, made him shiver. Every inch of flesh she revealed she kissed. Finally, she had his top completely open. “Damn, did I ever tell you I didn’t believe an eight pack ab was real?”
Green eyes met his, twinkling with arousal. He liked that she enjoyed his body. He especially liked that she was comfortable enough to straddle him in her flirty little dress. His hands reached up, brushing over her smooth thighs under the skirt. “I’m glad you approve.”
“If I was a painter, I’d paint you just like this,” she said stroking her fingers across his shoulders, pushing the shirt out of the way.
He helped her until he had his left arm out, then the right. “Too bad I wasn’t an artist. I’d take great delight in laying out just so and painting you naked. I’d use blacks and whites with a bit of green to match your eyes.”
He frowned as she didn’t say a word. “What’s wrong, Sile.”
She bent and kissed the healing wound. “I hate that you were injured because of me.”
Grabbing the back of her hair, he pulled her head back, making her meet his gaze. “Baby, I’d take a bullet for you. I’d step in front of a dozen knives, a speeding car, whatever, for you. Don’t you get that? You are the color to my world. I was seeing in shades of black and grey. The sun came out when I saw you. It may sound corny, but you’re my sunshine.”
“You know I can totally play ‘You Are My Sunshine’ on the violin.”
“After hearing you play Metallica, I don’t doubt for a minute you could play anything on it.” He was finding it hard to form words with her straddling him.
“Are you hurting still?” she asked at his wince.
“I am, yes.” He kept h
is face straight as he said the words.
“Where?”
“Are you going to kiss it all better when I tell you?” He held her by the hips under her dress now, loving the feel of her warm flesh beneath his fingers. Although his right arm was screaming at him, he held it where it was.
She squirmed on his lap, trying to get off of him. “Anything you need.” Her words were cut off short as she felt his bulge beneath her. “Oh, and is that where your boo boo is?”
He lifted his hips up, making them both groan. “He really does hurt the most.”
Eyes narrowing, she wiggled off of him. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”
Mike swore the angels began to sing, or maybe that was not the right thing to think about as Shayna knelt on the rug in between his spread thighs and began undoing his belt, then the snap to his jeans. His breath hissed out of him while she released the zipper. He raised his ass, allowing her to maneuver them down and off. Fuck, he couldn’t remember a time when he was buck-ass naked or almost, while a woman was fully clothed. The vision in front of him was one he’d forever have burned into his brain. Shayna licking her lips, and then leaning forward to lick the head of his cock, taking the bead of milky white fluid into her mouth. She gripped his dick in her palm, running her fist up and down all the way to his balls, harder than he’d thought she would.
“Ah, shit, fuck...” Mike’s head fell back against the back of the couch, but his fingers itched to hold her to him.
Her mouth was tight, wet and nearly had him coming like an untried teen boy. Each stroke, each lick, brought him closer to the edge. Tingles of sensation sent erotic fires through him, making his dick harder, and the little minx in front of him knew it. Relished it.
It was a no brainer which choice he’d make. Fuck her face, or make love to her. All he had to do was yank her over his hardened flesh, and thrust inside her, or just let her continue to suck him. Either option was a win win for him. Her tongue licked the glistening tip, her parted lips wet and swollen, and he decided he needed to taste her, even though she was magic however she worked him. His hips jerked in protest, wanting to fill her.
“Come here, love, I want to be inside you. The first time I come again, I want to be buried so deep inside you, we both forget where we end or begin. It’ll be us instead of you or me.” His fingers bit into her hips as she stood up and shimmied out of her panties.
“You’re so damn gorgeous. I’m not worthy, but damn if I’ll let you go.” The words came out in a rush, but she shushed him with a sweet kiss and climbed onto his lap, lifting the skirt out of the way.
She made a little incoherent word as she sank down on him, the sound made him want to come right then and there. Up and down she moved, taking him higher while their mouths fused together.
He nipped at her lips, then dropped open mouthed kisses along her neck and throat, tugging at the bodice of the dress she wore. She made him feel whole, and want the elusive happily ever after.
Cupping her face in his left palm, he kept her eyes glued to his. “Shit, I forgot a condom.”
Remembering the latex, or lack of it for the first time in his thirty plus years, he cursed the need for it. He loved feeling her wet warm heat surrounding him.
“Good, I love how you feel inside me. I’ve never...I mean, this is my first time with anyone without one, and I’m protected,” she whispered.
Her words triggered something deep and primal in him. He let out a groan, then stood with her in his arms, nearly falling as his jeans around his hips fell to his ankles. Laughing, he kicked them all the way off along with his shoes and carried Shayna to the bedroom. His dick was still buried deep within her heat.
The bed dipped beneath their weight, and then he realized she had her dress on, something he needed to rectify. “Your dress offends me, woman,” he gave a mock growl.
She raised her hips, rolling them in a provocative way. “Well, we must not offend you.”
In an economy of motion, Shayna had her dress off and he tossed it away from them. Next, he kissed any other word she might say away. He kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks. Covering her with as much love and affection as he could, then moved his lips to her breast and covered it. She mewled and lifted her leg up to his upper thigh, opening herself to him more.
Mike circled her nipple, then bit down on it, making her groan and her pussy clench. Her pleasure was his. The rippling of her inner muscles made her a tighter fit, but Mike knew they were made for each other, and he’d gladly spend the rest of his life saving Shayna. She’d already saved him.
“God I love you, Shayna. I never knew this feeling truly existed until I met you, but I swear to you I’ll be the best man for you.” He slid back and forth slowly, punctuating each word with an inward thrust inside her. “Fuck, I could stay inside you forever.”
“I don’t think we’d get much done if we did that,” she quipped.
He could tell the prospect appealed to her as much as him as her juices made it easier for him to move. He didn’t think he’d last much longer. Wanting her to come before he did, rolling to his back, he stared up at her. “I need you to come for me. Milk my cock, baby.”
Reaching between their bodies he plied her little clit with his thumb, loving the way her green eyes lit up with passion. She was too sweet, soft, and sexy and Mike lost himself in the hot clasp of her body. Her pussy gripped him tight as he thrust up and rubbed her in tight circles, and then he felt her begin to squeeze his cock. He thrust up and up. Sliding in and out, faster and faster. Never in his life had anything been as good as being with Shayna.
Shayna gave a loud shout as her orgasm took her, then her head went back as she came, crying out his name, taking him with her, deeper than he’d thought possible as jet after jet of come filled her. He swore the world spun as he emptied himself inside the only woman he’d ever love.
He heard his voice echoing through the room even as they both quieted. He’d heard people talk about out of body experiences, but until that moment he’d thought they were full of shit. Hell, he still thought they were full of shit, but what he’d felt with Shayna went far deeper than just love. He’d give his life for the woman who lay over him. His dick twitched in agreement.
Shayna laughed. “Really, doesn’t he know you need a recovery period?”
Mike lifted his injured arm and gave her a light tap. “Obviously he didn’t get the memo.”
They’d figure out what they were going to do about the future, but for now, he was happy right where he was and as long as Shayna was in his life, he’d be a happy man.
The End
About Elle Boon
Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say...with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic, Navy SEALs, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.
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Other Books by Elle Boon
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His Perfect Wolf
Jett’s Wild Wolf
Paranormal Romance
SmokeJumpers
FireStarter
Berserker’s Rage
A SmokeJumpers Christmas
Mind Bender, Coming Soon
MC Shifters Erotic
Iron Wolves MC
Lyric’s Accidental Mate
Xan’s Feisty Mate
Kellen’s Tempting Mate
Slater’s Enchanting Mate
Dark Lovers, Coming January 2017
Bodhi’s Synful Mate, Coming Soon
Contemporary Romance
Miami Nights
Miami Inferno
Miami Blaze, Coming 2017
SEAL Team Phantom Series
Delta Salvation
Delta Recon
Delta Rogue
Mission Saving Shayna, Coming November 2016: Kindle Worlds
Protecting Teagan, Coming November 2016: Kindle Worlds
