Drake seemed distrusting of her then more than the moment before. He cocked his head and arched a brow. He’d just started to question her when Scott returned with a red face, proof enough he’d lost his battle with the authority.
They were sending Maria inside.
As if he detected the pain Maria would suffer if she told her story, Scott said, “Maria was the sole provider for her family after her parents died. She and her siblings would sometimes go days without eating or without fresh water to drink. Maria would…” He paused, studied her for a long time and reluctantly continued, “She negotiated with her uncles in order to feed her siblings. She gave up her life for her brothers and sisters. She made sure they were fed and clothed, properly schooled, and—”
“And it was all for nothing,” she bit out, interrupting him. “And I don’t want to discuss it now.”
“What can we do to help?” Cade asked.
“Don’t answer that.” Scott moistened his lips and stared at her like he only saw a woman there among them, not an operative.
“Now?” She apparently read his mind. The one word fell to the room like a weighted whisper, wrought with anguish as much as understanding.
He stripped off his shirt without saying a word. They locked in a silent moment, Cade couldn’t help but envy.
Maria and Scott were certainly connected. She trusted him and her trust was obvious when she knelt to the floor, parted her knees, crossed her ankles, pushed her chest forward, and whispered, “Yes, Sir. This is exactly what I need.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“There’s an old adage about trust, maybe it’s a proverb, maybe it’s just a famous quote, but it goes like this: ‘When times are tough and the road is long, you want to know who can’t make the journey, who will walk beside you as one who is true and who is willing to risk everything they have, just for one more moment with you.’” Scott circled her as he told the tale.
When he was finished, he stopped in front of Drake and Cade. “Maria has proven she’ll go the extra mile for you. Tonight she faces a hardship. I don’t have any siblings so I’m unfamiliar with the term family loyalty but what I feel for Maria is real. If I could take away the burden of decision tonight, I would. Somehow, I will.”
He stroked her back with a tender hand hoping she could sense the love and compassion he held for her. Her head remained bowed and he could tell she was crying and his heart shattered then, too.
Still, he needed her to understand, she wasn’t going into combat alone. He also wanted Cade and Drake to realize what was at stake.
“We were definitely made at the club.” Scott tilted her chin up so she could gain a good sense of his more valid concerns. “Your sister knew precisely who we worked for when she entered that suite. Maria, she knows we’re on Donovan’s payroll.
“New intelligence revealed that your brother went to the club last night looking for us. He searched your apartment. His only interest in finding Dr. Belfonte was to confirm suspicions. Donovan has new data to support he went to Dominique’s then the club to ID Cade. He thought Drake was dead.”
“But I can still—”
“Shh…” Scott whispered, placing two fingers on her lips. “You believe you can get close to them. Maybe you can. I don’t think so but you may surprise me. Regardless of how this plays out, you won’t pull the trigger, sub. Do you hear me?”
Her body trembled and she slowly nodded.
“You won’t be left in a position of choice. You won’t ask yourself if you can do it. You don’t have a decision here. I won’t stand by and let you kill your brother or sister. That won’t be on you, Maria. It will be on me.”
Those tears ran free then and drifted across her cheeks.
“Honey, we’re here to help you. We’re a team. You’ve been in the shadows long enough to know how these operations work and when one man is down, we’re all down.” He glanced up at Drake and Cade. “You’re not going in there alone. Yes, Donovan’s plan is to have you inside first, but even that won’t happen. The Donovan way, the authority’s plan, doesn’t work for me.”
“Me either,” Cade said.
“I’m right there with you,” Drake assured her.
Scott took her hand and pulled her against his chest. He brushed her hair away from her brow and kissed her forehead. “Always.” He framed her face and studied her. “This is one time you aren’t the negotiator. You’re not facing your family without support.”
The peck led to a passionate kiss, one fed by a searching tongue. A soft moan—maybe it was his, perhaps it belonged to her—fueled the loving to come. He bunched her hair in his hands and deepened the kiss.
A loud clap resounded behind them.
“Fuck,” Cade muttered, bending over to retrieve his patch.
“Looks like we interrupted something special,” Jett Donovan drawled.
Riley glowered from the door. “For a team set to go on a dangerous mission tonight, you boys look otherwise engaged.” He shot Maria a stern glare. “Maria, take it upon yourself to keep these boys off you until this over.”
“Don’t be an ass, Donovan,” Scott snapped, moving her to the side. “It isn’t written anywhere that you have to act like big brother when Brock isn’t around.”
“You misunderstood my intentions,” Riley said. “Besides, that’s Jett’s job.”
Jett rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I hope we interrupted the aftermath rather than the foreplay, because if you haven’t gotten your rocks off, it ain’t my problem.”
“Thanks, Jett. You just answered a few questions for me. There’s no doubt which one of you is Brock Donovan’s spittin’ image.” Drake stomped out of the room.
“Get a handle on that wood, Davenport,” Jett called after him. “We meet in the kitchen in fifteen.” He slapped Riley’s chest. “Come on, Riley. Let’s grab our luggage. These boys look like they have their hands full.”
* * * *
“A lot can happen in fifteen minutes,” Cade said, not waiting for Scott’s input. “And Drake lost out.”
“The hell I did.” Drake reentered the room and tossed condoms around.
“Was this planned?” Maria asked.
“The best sex is spontaneous sex, so no,” Drake said.
Cade moistened his lips. “Strip. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She was the epitome of seduction as she undressed. She took the time to entice her onlookers, her eager and waiting audience. She slowly pulled her top overhead. Then, she knelt down to unbuckle her boots, smiling up at them as she pushed her breasts together and let them catch a good glimpse of her heavy bosom.
After the boots were kicked to the wayside, she wiggled out of her slacks, doing her dead level best to bounce at the appropriate times. Hooking her finger in the belt loops, she finally let the pants fall to the floor. Seconds later, she unhooked her bra and swung it around her head, seizing the opportunity to tease them.
“I could get used to this,” Cade admitted, half-expecting Scott to tell him otherwise.
To Cade’s surprise, Scott said, “Lock that door. I don’t want the Donovans to see our woman like this.” He stepped away from his slacks and shrugged off his open shirt. “Come here, sub.”
A moment later, Scott smothered her with his kiss, tweaking her nipples with his fingers before descending lower to ravage her chest in an aggressive pursuit. She arched, giving him complete access. Drake embraced her from behind, stealing away with a sensual claiming when she tilted her head to her shoulder.
Drake held her chin firmly. His mouth assaulted hers in a feverish kiss. His tongue traveled between her lips and Scott moved lower. He hovered over her bare pussy, blowing against her clit before he slowly rolled his tongue over her folds and thrust inside her with a hard delivery. Seconds passed and he feasted on her pussy like a hungry man eager to please his woman.
Cade watched them from a foot away. He left his clothing in a pile and rolled a condom over his prick. Maria moaned as S
cott buried his face between her legs. He dragged her to the floor but his mouth never left her.
She spread out before him and he quickly tossed her legs over his back. The tongue-fucking commenced. This time, he was aggressive. His tongue cut through her folds and she bucked against him, writhing in obvious pleasure.
Drake moved around her and covered her chest area thoroughly, kissing one nipple and then the other. Cade knelt beside her, admiring the beautiful woman who had somehow wormed her way right into his life, into the cold heart he’d once guarded for safekeeping.
Scott glanced up, undoubtedly gauging her resistance. Her hand fell to Drake’s head and she pushed him down on her full breast, moaning out loud as he devoured her nipple.
Leisurely then, Scott licked her pussy, pausing every few seconds.
“After you suffered through Scott’s monologue, we probably owe you a few rewards. What can we do to please you, Maria? What do you want right now?”
Maria pushed her breasts up. Those hard, erect points made Cade horny as hell.
“It’s not like we have a whole afternoon,” Drake said, yet he took his time with her, too. He rubbed his flattened tongue over those perfectly taut points and studied her face as he repeated the act once more.
“I want you to take turns fucking me.”
Her black eyes haunted him then and Cade saw his future in that precise moment. Her beauty and her honesty took his breath away. He leaned over and delivered a quick kiss.
The temptation was too great. His need for her was far too strong. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and framed her face. “God woman, you’re making it rough on a man.”
“I’ll say,” Scott said, nudging him aside.
Maria shot them a smile and whispered, “Show me what ‘cha got, Sir.”
“Just show you?” he asked, dragging the tip of his cock through her glistening pussy lips.
“No, Sir.” She moistened her fingers and dragged them over her right nipple, cocking her head to the side. “You know what I want, Sir.” She released a sultry moan. “Oh God yes. You know exactly what I need.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Scott had always been a greedy lover. He rose over her like a wave ready to collide with the shore. He clasped her hands above her head and pushed the weight of his cock inside her, pounding out a nice rhythm as soon as he locked his cock between her clenching walls.
Her body welcomed him, milking his dick with a tight clench she couldn’t control, but Scott would soon take the lead. He nodded his head and granted her the sign she desired and a sizzling sensation shot through her channel. She screamed out in orgasmic pleasure after only a few hard strokes, clamping down on his cock when she jackknifed into a seated position.
Scott dropped her hands and tucked his hands under her ass. He met her thrust for thrust, pounding inside her until they were breathless and spent. His cock twitched violently inside her walls until he swore under his breath.
He reluctantly rolled away and Drake took his place, dragging her over him so she could find her seat and take a quick ride. His long, hard width parted her folds and she quickly established the pace, grinding against him so the friction between them tickled her clit and set her in motion all over again.
“Gorgeous girl,” Scott muttered from the side, looking on with a new lust rising.
Cade observed from the left and pinched her nipple at just the right time. “Come, vixen.”
With gained permission, she clasped her hands behind her head, undulating in a heavenly experience as Drake clutched her hips and drove into her, pounding and pounding until she yelled out his name. She hollered for more as she rode him faster, savoring his hard length caressing her inner muscles, stroking with fervor.
“God yeah!” Drake’s outburst and expression sent her over the edge once again.
The look on his face was one of sheer pleasure. She tipped her head back and released a shattering, “Ah yes!”
His cock danced inside her pussy. He tapped nerve endings and tight tissues, tearing through her channel like a man on a mission, a mission he couldn’t abandon until every shot was fired.
“Oh God yeah, this is good,” she whispered, tilting her head even further and shivering as her hair tumbled across her shoulders.
Drake came screaming out her name as well. His release made him jolt upright and he pulled her against him, twitching inside her as he smothered her mouth in a heated kiss, a kiss that left her lips bruised and sore, yet hungry for much more.
“Come here, baby,” Cade rasped, pulling her away from Drake and tucking her body under his.
As if he had something to prove, he cupped her face with both hands and slipped inside her one inch at a time. “I don’t see Marianna when I look at you. I see the woman you are.” He screwed his cock tighter inside her walls. “I see the operative who had my back, the fighter you’ve become—ah God, Maria—I see the woman you are when you’re with me!”
They fucked then like they had all day, all night, and two or three hours past midnight. He set a rehearsed pace. He stroked her two times, pulled out, thrust inside her again and abandoned her clenching cunt once again.
Her pussy heated, convulsed, and squeezed as he pushed deeper and fucked harder, pounding out a nice hypnotic rhythm. In the distance, the footsteps pounded up the steps and down the hall.
Cade touched her forehead, peeling away the moist strands of hair before kissing away her concerns, her obvious fears of being caught right smack dab in the middle of the act.
Their bodies slapped in tempo. Their hips rolled in time.
She cried out his name and locked her legs around his waist. He pushed in and forced his cock out, leaving her to clench at empty space. A masculine and guttural growl resounded and he threw his weight forward, penetrating her then with a finishing thrust, one that left him jerking violently inside her.
At her ear, he breathed, “Come baby. Show me how that sexy body moves with mine.”
The Donovans knocked on the door. Cade slammed inside her pussy. They yelled something about the time and Cade damned them for daring to interrupt them.
She frantically fucked him, pushing up from her heels and rotating her hips right and left, left and right until she had nothing to give, and everything to gain.
Their screams were ignited by the warnings from the other side of the door. And when they came together again, the fucking was endless, the dominance was clear.
Cade rose over her like a giant, using his knees to part her legs. He bit down on his lip, guiding his cock to her pussy again. He then set a short-fucking rhythm that left her bucking in pleasure and whispering his name.
* * * *
“Are you convinced yet?” Cade asked a few minutes later, staring down at the beautiful woman he’d fucked one step shy of exhaustion.
If Donovans thought they could tell him when he could fuck and when he couldn’t, they must’ve mistaken him for one of the many men they’d soon bury. He didn’t take orders. He didn’t like interruptions. And he wasn’t about to abandon his post when he’d never felt more alive.
There was something about Maria, something special and sweet, yet ferocious and tough. She was a kitten in the sack one minute and a mountain lioness the next. She clawed and scratched at him until he wasn’t just shooting blanks, he was exploding like a fucking cannon blown to bits.
By the time he finished with her, Scott and Drake were already dressed. Drake slipped outside the room, apparently under the misguided impression he could handle the Donovans. When Cade finally opened the door, Jett and Riley were pissed and Drake acted like he could kill one or both of them. Whatever they’d said to Drake hadn’t just rolled off his back.
“We gave you enough time for a quickie, Livingston,” Riley said, pointing at the hallway. “You need to wait downstairs.”
“The hell I will.” Cade peered around the door and shot Maria a wink.
“We need to speak with Maria.”
“That ain’
t happening without me,” Scott said.
“Same here, fellas.” Cade crossed his arms and studied Maria. If she told him to go, he’d bend her over and spank that cute ass right in front of the Donovans. They knew how this game was played. They’d shared a wife for at least a decade, maybe longer.
“Fabulous,” Riley grumbled. “Looks like we have another dysfunctional family in the works.”
“Dysfunctional, how?” Cade asked, curious. Before they responded, he turned to Maria and moistened his thumb. He dragged the pad under Maria’s left eye, removing her smeared mascara.
“Dear God,” Jett mumbled. “Did you dress her, too?”
“Shut up, Donovan.” Drake was cockier than normal. Cade attributed his renewed attitude to the recent fucking. “You keep your woman on a short leash so you have no right to come in here and tell us how to act with ours.”
Scott snarled. Apparently Drake’s reference didn’t sit too well with the man who’d made the first mistake of sharing a woman he loved.
Cade sniffed, trying to ward off a smile. Jett and Riley burst into laughter.
Maria looked at Drake wide-eyed as if she couldn’t believe he’d just called her out as his. Drake, forever the honest man, said, “After last night and just now, you’re damn straight I’m calling you mine.”
He was also fairly intuitive.
“Let’s get to work.” Scott stormed out of the room, apparently unable to process the sharing idea on a more permanent basis.
Maria frowned at Drake. “This isn’t the time or place.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Jett said. “Why don’t you go freshen up and meet us downstairs? There are a few things I need to go over”—he glanced at Drake—“with your men.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Scott was seething mad. He was angrier than he’d been in a month of Mondays, Saturdays, and Sundays, too.
Drake entered the kitchen and went straight to the spigot, turned on the water, and bent down for a sip of water.
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