Justice (Bad Boys of X-Ops #2)

by Rie Warren

  My body barged against hers, and I kept her bracketed between the wall and me. Rage pulsed out of me in waves, but it wasn’t enough to eclipse the simmering sexual heat steaming between us.

  I was so ready for Tilly I wanted to haul her up my thighs, pull my cock out of my pants, and find her equal need. She’d be hot and soaked and swollen—and tight on my dick.

  “Let me go!” Her irises flared, hot green coals, deeper than ever.

  “Let you go? Half the time you saunter around here like it’s a seduction, not a siege, and the other half”—I laughed, a throaty bark—“you . . . you are asking for trouble.”

  “Am I? So why don’t you give it to me?” Wrangling free, she punched back, her hands on her hips.

  “That what you want?” I circled her, eyeing everything I wanted.

  Her tits, her hips, her waist, the legs that wouldn’t quit, and her stubborn chin.

  “Want a hard man to fuck you. Because I’m telling you, Matilda—”

  “It’s goddamn Tilly, and you know it!”

  “I’d screw you right through the wall. Fuck you until you scream for more.” I beat my fist against the plaster right beside her head. “I’d do you so good you’d never speak my name again without wanting to spread your legs for me,” I hashed out. “But this is war. This isn’t playtime.”

  “I am not playing with you.” Her chin rose, and she grabbed my biceps. “Why can’t you admit what’s going on between us?”

  I jerked back as if burned. “What’s going on between us is a rescue mission.”

  “You and I both know that’s not the whole truth.” She swiped the hair from her eyes, never once backing down from me.

  “Maybe not.” I paced away from her, back and forth across the doorway to the hall so she couldn’t escape.

  Not yet.

  “And I know it’s your job to protect my father.” Cautiously, she strove behind me.

  Tilly didn’t need to announce her whereabouts. I knew where she was at all times even when I didn’t have eyes on her.

  Her fingers dipped to the shallow of my spine, and a harsh breath exploded from my lungs.

  Too soon, she fell back. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do when the time comes. You don’t need to worry about me, Justice.”

  I folded my arms over my chest, trying to hold its knocking inside. Every part of me vibed with her. I rolled around, inspecting her profile.

  Jesus. She was so stubborn.

  The perky nose.

  The pouty lips puckered.

  The gusts of breath billowing up from her full, round breasts.

  The head held high as a ponytail of glossy, apricot-colored hair cascaded down her back.

  I stood there.

  Hesitating.

  Wishing.

  Wondering.

  “Tilly—”

  “Matilda, remember?” She relaxed her shoulders, facing me. “Matilda. And I’m not your charge . . . or anything else to you.”

  The air around us sucked in as if burning tongues of flames swallowed all the oxygen in the room.

  She wanted me to save her dad. He’d skin me alive if she didn’t make it out. My body strained toward hers, always seeking connection. She was a livewire, a woman who’d shocked me to life during the most shitty circumstances, the most dire.

  Futile.

  The cross purposes were at odds with who I was. Who I’d chosen to become.

  I hesitated.

  For the possible love of a woman, or the success of a mission?

  Even Tilly knew the answer to that as she stepped back, a wry smile on her lips. One that never reached her sober eyes.

  Before leaving her, I ran a fingertip along her cheek, following the dusting of freckles, imagining them sun-warmed from a day at the beach.

  Something I’d never see.

  My voice drew deep and raspy. “Goodnight, Tilly.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Mandatory Fun

  I WOKE UP WITH a slow roll of my hips. I’d gone to bed geared-up. Everyone was ready to move out at a moment’s notice. Go Time could happen at any time.

  Something had slipped into my consciousness. Not danger. Not an alarm.

  Nothing like that.

  A soft stirring and a light tantalizing pressure on my cock.

  My fingers opened then clenched beside me. My eyelids flickered at the fleeting sensation on my groin, but I didn’t open them. No way did I want to disturb this dream.

  Hot damp warmth blew over the taut fabric directly over my balls before streaming up my cock.

  My neck cranked back, and my lips parted on a silent groan.

  My feet arched.

  My thighs bent open.

  The rasp of a zipper broke through the cloudy formation of my dream, and then I shuddered from head to foot.

  The warmth became volcanic, engulfing my bared cock. I heard a suck and a slurp and a moan.

  A husky moan straight out of my XXX fantasies of Tilly.

  I flew up, wide awake, my pistol in hand.

  Tilly was a shadowy silhouette on my bedroll. Her hair drifted around her, the light cinnamon color faded to monotone by nighttime darkness. She hunkered between my legs with her tongue lapping the length of my cock.

  The sizzling heat centered at the knob of my cock when she pointed her tongue and dipped it achingly into the slit. I hissed a deep breath that rattled my chest, my eyes rolling back in my head. With one hand, she reached for the gun barrel and pressed it down to the pallet.

  My dick flagged in the air in front of her face, swathed with engorged veins, as thick as her wrist and long enough to do some damage to a girl like her.

  She wrapped her fingers around the wide base and sucked with just her lips at the bulging swollen head. “Lose the gun, Justice. Only one I need loaded is this.”

  She jacked me in a loose fist, darting her tongue into the hot slit to gather every ounce of jizz that welled out.

  I was only dimly aware Walker was on watch. Storm and Bane were on rack ops on either side of me. Close quarters meant keeping quiet, but . . . FUCK.

  My pelvis bucked, and—oh man—she was good at giving head. Tilly didn’t have to be. All she had to do was show up. So, her, here, now, with my cock in her mouth?

  Some sort of primal instinct led her to my balls, which she slavered over until they tugged up tight to my dick.

  Some sort of predatory wildness in me made me plunge my hands into her hair, drawing her face tighter into the V of my legs. She murmured against me, leaving me nearly senseless as the muscles in my thighs thickened and flexed.

  Her tongue delved into the crease between my thigh and groin, and her name wordlessly left my mouth.

  Grabbing her hair harder in my fists, I warred with desire and honor.

  Honor won, but I was tempted, so goddamn tempted. I pushed her away roughly.

  Tilly’s hands came down in front of her to steady herself, and I skidded backward.

  “Justice, what are you—”

  “Shut the hell up and go back to your room before I fuck the southern belle so far out of you, you’ll crave my cock every second of every day.” I spoke tersely, trying to ignore her slick swollen mouth and the way her tits pillowed between her straight arms.

  Her head quirked, she moved her hand up the inside of my quaking thigh. “You’re scared.”

  I huffed a silent laugh. “Not scared.”

  “Yes. You are. You admitted it before. Scared of feeling. Scared of feeling good with me.”

  I watched helplessly as she trailed two fingertips up my unflagging cock then brought them to her lips as if to savor the taste of my precome.

  Swallowing in a rush, I whispered, “Tilly, this is a mistake.”

  She leaned forward slowly, crawling back to me. Her smile shined in the dark.

  I reclined back.

  Heat imploded inside me when her tongue spun from tip to root then she languidly moved up and up, sucking at me with her plush mouth a
nd the silkiness of her inner lips.

  Her teeth rasped delicately at the burgeoning cliff head of my dick at first. Then she latched her tongue to my slit and dug in harder.

  The tip of my shaft turned deep ruddy red.

  My hands rose to her neck. I swept her hair from it, cradling her when she finally sealed her mouth around me to encase me in velvety heat. She almost made it all the way to the thick base, brandishing her tongue over each long throbbing inch. Swallowing and sucking up and down, Tilly sighed every time she came off my cock. She licked her luscious mouth and smiled at me. She held me at the base, her fingers gliding to my balls.

  I itched to force her faster, to hear her chug with my cock in her throat. A groan wedged in my throat when she sucked in quicker longer wetter motions. Somehow her lips formed a foamy bubble over my thick crown, and she slurped it all up.

  After another few wet passes she drew off me.

  I was on fire.

  Sweating.

  My muscles tensed and flexed and felt like they were spasming.

  Strands of clear jizz hung from her lips, her chin, drizzling down to her tits pressing against her top. Her saliva and my precome coated her mouth, covered her stroking hand, glistened on my shaft and glazed my heavy balls she swooped to lap and lick.

  “Stop, Tilly. Stop!” I said as loudly as I dared.

  My hands shook, and I was dangerously close to coming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back the roar even now building in my chest as my cock stood upright and so hard it hurt.

  “Why are you fighting it? We don’t know what’ll happen tomorrow.” Pumping me, Tilly moved up and kissed my neck, my Adams apple, my earlobe. “Hell, we don’t even know what might happen in an hour. Why waste more time?”

  Thrusting her away by her shoulders, I tried to dislodge her hand. “Because this can’t be a relationship. Because I can never give you what you deserve.”

  Her mouth found mine, and her tongue and lips were persuasive. I coiled my arms around her, pulling her tight against the pounding in my chest.

  She panted against my lips. “I’m not talking about what I deserve. Talking about what I want. What I think you want too.”

  With my hands crushed in her hair, I tried to fathom her eyes. They were bright dots in the dark, a refuge. She kissed me again, slanting her head, sliding her mouth, drawing at my tongue and enticing me to the edge of my limits.

  My defenses crumbled. “Not here.”

  Gently that time, I pushed her away. I crouched on my heels and shoved my aching cock back into my pants. I grabbed the bedroll, holstered my sidearm, and hauled Tilly to my side with our fingers laced together.

  ****

  By the dim light of the hallway I turned toward Tilly. She looked at me with lust-struck eyes half-mast and so dark they appeared black. Unbarred longing filled her face and made sharp hollows in her cheeks. Her lips were puffy from having been on my cock and mashed against mine.

  My dick jumped with arousal when I took in how little she wore. I scanned her head to toe and back again. All that covered her incredible body was a long, ribbed, white tank top stretched almost sheer by her tits. Her nipples puckered, forming distinct twin smudges I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on. A light sheen of perspiration dotted her shoulders and collarbone.

  I kissed her quickly, roughly, kneading her ass with both hands and rutting against her.

  Turning her loose, I snatched her hand again.

  She looked so goddamn young with her hair loose and bouncing, her face bare of makeup, but she was all woman as she boldly slipped up against me to nip the taut skin of my neck.

  “Hurry, Justice. I want you inside me.”

  My throat bobbed. So did my cock.

  Impatience and frustration and need so overpowering battered through the final barrier I’d built against her. I hustled her down the short hall, checking the rooms, looking for . . .

  Walker.

  I gently pushed Tilly aside to keep her hidden before I popped my head around the doorway of the kitchen where Walker toed back and forth.

  “Hey.” I raised my hand, as if—you know—I was in the habit of taking a midnight stroll during the middle of a mission.

  Immediately alert, Walker drew his weapon and held it down by the side of his thigh. “Somethin’ up? Did I miss something?”

  “No. Nothing wrong.” Nothing at all, just Tilly waiting right there, and my body bursting to fuck her.

  I cleared my throat.

  “Well, pull up a chair, my friend.” Walker nudged one out with his boot, holstering his long-barreled Smith & Wesson. “Fucking too quiet around here at night. I miss Jade. Jesus, but that woman can talk a blue streak, and I don’t even mind.”

  He grinned. And waited.

  “Uh.” I worked a hand over my hair, rustling it sheepishly. “Can’t stay.”

  “Reeeealllly? Got big plans, huh? Because we’re not stuck here in this building with the heat pouring down on us or anything.”

  Fuck me. Talk about awkward.

  Hey, buddy. Just wanna go get laid by the ambassador’s daughter and don’t want you to worry if you hear me grunting and growling and bellowing at the top of my lungs when I come inside her.

  I winced and shook my head at the floor. “Wanted to tell you if you hear anything from the gym it’s just me.”

  “Late night workout?” His braid whipping over his shoulder, he studied me. “You’re already buff enough, Jus.”

  My face probably turned hot pink, and that was even before Tilly prodded me aside.

  “We’ll be in the gym,” she firmly clarified.

  Willfully stupid, Walker glanced between us. “You’re both working out in the middle of the night?”

  I swallowed.

  Tilly smiled.

  The light finally fucking dawned in Walker’s eyes. “Ooooh. That kind of working out?”

  “Exactly,” Tilly quipped.

  I stood rooted to the spot.

  “The loud kind,” Walker continued.

  Asswipe.

  “All righty then.” He clapped his hands together as if everything was settled. But then he pushed away from the counter and squinted at me. “You sure that’s such a good idea?”

  Not at all.

  Tilly’s fingers walked possessively up the center of my chest. “Probably the best idea I ever had.”

  Walker whooped once.

  Tilly tugged me away.

  I forgot all about Walker, tilting my head to watch her hips sway back and forth in front of me.

  Forgot alllll about Walker until I heard him chuckling in the background, probably watching us. “I’ll be damned. Justice has been had.”

  I flicked a lazy middle finger in his direction behind my back.

  Inside the gym all was silent. Even the stilled air seemed expectant, anticipating. Lowlighting provided just the right amount of illumination. I closed the door and leaned against it. Tilly sauntered to the middle of the room, her fingertips glancing off various machines that were not gonna get a workout tonight.

  She stopped and peered over her shoulder.

  Her smile beckoned me forward. The invitation in her eyes guided my footsteps across the floor. I stopped when I caught a glimpse of myself in the wall-to-wall mirrors. I’d washed earlier, but dark gold stubble bristled my jaw. Black clothing stretched over my body. My heavy soled boots seemed glued to the floor beneath my feet.

  I looked exactly like what I was: an undercover operative capable of killing with his bare hands.

  And Tilly?

  Jesus Christ.

  Soft and warm. Smart and in-your-face funny. Talented. Courageous. Sultry. Hardcore.

  And for some reason she made me think of hearth and home. It had been so long since I’d had anything pure and wholesome in my life.

  She hooked her finger at me, giving me a smoky laugh.

  I forgot to add naughty to the list of everything I’d never be able to describe adequately about her.

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bsp; The glimmer of metal at my hip was the only thing that stopped me from obeying her come-hither command. The fucking gun had to go.

  Carefully disarming, I placed my Heckler on the floor within reach.

  “I’m not scared of guns.” Tilly strolled toward me as I rose to my feet.

  A hot burn started low in my groin, crackling outward with every move she made. The need to fuck tightened every muscle in my body.

  I licked my lips and stood to my full height, awareness thrumming throughout me. “I know.”

  “And I’m not scared of you either.” She came within touching distance, bringing a tension unlike any I’d ever felt before.

  I would’ve wasted breath I didn’t have reminding her she should be. Even now, she watched me with a hunger that struck an answering insane craving inside me.

  Even one step away, her heat fired through me.

  Maybe because she was a redhead.

  Or because she didn’t run scared at the first sign of trouble.

  Maybe because I was trouble, and she didn’t flinch.

  It could’ve been her freckles, her free mouth, or her youth tempered by a will of unbent steel.

  Everything about her.

  All the damn time.

  One thing I knew for certain: it wasn’t just the dire situation throwing us together.

  I strived forward, propelled by the sudden onslaught of arousal.

  Her breath hitched. Her eyes flashed like pale emeralds.

  I stopped just before our bodies clashed together.

  It wasn’t jitters.

  Or nerves.

  It sure as fuck wasn’t worry about my ability to perform because my cock hadn’t throttled down since the moment I’d woken up.

  Tilly stood in front of me, one hip knocked out, her hands at her waist. “What?”

  It was a needling voice from my goddamn conscience.

  Since when did I grow one of those?

  I rolled out the bedding, halting when I realized how hasty it looked. How shoddy and unplanned all this was.

  Straightening, I met her eyes.

  “Tilly, I want you to know I’d do this differently if I could.”

  How could I make her understand I lived a fast life?

  I fucked fast women?