by Aliyah Burke
He shifted his stance, subtly adjusting the hard dick in his BDU’s. Not thoughts for the present time. She’d almost been assaulted, sexually, and here he was thinking about fucking her hard against the nearest surface.
“I found a phone,” she announced. “But the battery’s dead. Can you rig it to something else?”
He yanked his thoughts from her and focused on the actual words leaving her mouth. That lush, perfect mouth. “Keep it, we may find something we can use to do that.”
“I thought you were in the Army.”
He checked the hall and ensured they were still secure. “I was,” he replied once he’d shut the door again.
“Okay, so explain to me how you’re here then if the US has no jurisdiction in this embassy.”
He ran a hand through his hair then put his ball cap back in place. Glasses hooked on his shirt, he gazed at her. She wasn’t looking at him but working methodically through each drawer.
“After I left you I left the Army.”
“Still not explaining how come you’re here.”
“I was drinking in a bar in…well, it doesn’t matter, but a fight broke out and I was a bit outnumbered. Army wasn’t quite popular in this country, American or otherwise. Anyway, a group of guys joined in on my side and we fought our way out of there and into the street where we had to run from the local authorities.” He grinned. “Fun times.”
“Right. Hurting people is fun.”
“It was a bar brawl,” he corrected. “They happen.”
“Whatever,” she muttered, dismissing him and checking the final drawer.
He snuck another look out the door before locking it behind him this time. Then he went to one of the cabinets and helped with the search.
“The men who stepped in and helped me out were SEALs.”
“The best of the best.”
He narrowed his eyes in her direction but she, again, wasn’t looking at him. “I don’t think so but hey, that’s not part of the story.” His Ranger pride wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. “They were there to get some payback.”
That stopped her. “Since when does our military invest in personal payback missions?”
“This was just them. Someone had kidnapped and tried to kill one of the sister’s to a team member in Australia. They were going after the ones who’d done that.”
“Is she okay?”
Affrica Leighton was doing wonderfully, pregnant with her first child. “She is now. Better and married to the brother of another SEAL. Anyway, I went along and assisted them on that mission.” Nothing in that cabinet and he moved to the next one. “When I got out, their old commanding officer contacted me and offered me a job.”
“A job?”
“There are times that government tape takes too long to get through in order to rescue those who need help. That’s what we do. We’re a protection service company. Anything from personal body-guarding to rescues like this one.”
“And why did you come?”
“Because you were in danger.”
She snorted and he stopped what he was doing to meet her gaze. “So you came all this way because I was in danger? Right. How did you even know I was here?”
“I’d just gotten back from down range, another mission. And when I heard of the situation I found out your name was one of those as a hostage. I volunteered to go.” More like demanded but he wasn’t about to share that much.
“So what do you usually do when you get back from down range?”
“Go back to my ranch and ride horses, catch up on things needing my attention.”
“Fuck your girlfriend? Or is that plural?”
The jealousy in her tone couldn’t be ignored, not this time and he walked toward her, purpose in every step. He dropped his M-4 on the desktop near her, followed by the Uzi and never slowed, not even when he lifted her off the ground, not until the wall was at her back and she’d wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I’ve not had a girlfriend since I walked out on you. Not in five years, seven months, eighteen weeks, and six days.”
Her tongue snuck out and he barely held on without kissing her. “At least you admit you walked out on me.”
“I did a lot of things I wasn’t proud of. And yes, it was a job but what we had, Riz, what we had, was no lie.” He slid a hand between them, cupping her pussy.
Her pupils dilated as she rocked against his touch. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
He pushed two fingers against the seam. “Don’t lie to either of us.” It killed him to hear her say those words.
“This is just a fuck, or it would be if you’d quit teasing me.”
“So you just want this?” He took her hand and put it over his hard cock.
“Yes.”
Dangerous. Foolish. And unavoidable. She wanted it, he wanted it. That’s all that mattered.
“Get out of your pants,” he ordered, putting her back on the floor. Spinning around he retreated to the door and double checked it to ensure the lock had been engaged, when he looked back, she’d followed his command. Her pants were beside her feet and she currently shimmed out of her panties.
Lust slammed him and he strode back to her, unbuttoning his cargo pants at the same time. Reaching into his boxers, he pulled out his dick, fisted it, and observed the lust that overtook her features.
There was something about her, this woman never hid her passion from him. She was vocal, demanding at times, but her passion hadn’t ever been faked.
He stroked himself as he stopped before her. She didn’t make him wait, reached out and brushed his hand away, covering his cock with her hand. A groan slipped free as her hand curved around him. It had been far too long and his own touch fell a distant second to hers. She swiped her thumb over the head, smearing the drops of precum.
“You just going to stand there or fuck me. I can’t image we have tons of time.”
He claimed her mouth, hating that not only was her statement accurate but that she appeared fine with that situation. She purred into his kiss, gripping him harder. Lifting her up, he allowed her to guide him inside her wet heat. It was coming home. The way her pussy drew him in, the slick wetness tight around his cock.
“Fuck,” she uttered into his mouth.
“I intend to.”
And he did, thrusting his dick deep inside her, unrelenting. Her internal muscles clenched, not wanting to release him as he drove into her seeking her orgasm. The rush of her cream over his cock. The tightening of her pussy around him like a vise. The way she dug her nails into him, the gasp of breath as she cried his name. He wanted it all.
And I plan on getting it. He didn’t want to last, he didn’t have it in him to wait long, already his balls had pulled tight to him but he refused to come first. She would. Dragging his hand back between them, he pinched her clit, and she mewled deep in her throat. The sound, music to his ears. He wanted more of that. Wanted the sarcastic woman to be silenced by the passionate one. Didn’t want to think about how he’d wronged her, but how good they were together.
He flexed his hips, pushing deeper into her, craving this feeling he’d missed. Unwilling to let it end so swiftly.
Yeah, he agreed as much.
Chapter Three
Riz shuddered as another orgasm tore through her. Her memories had nothing on the actual touch of Ralston and the torment he created within her. Heaven on earth. Or hell. He took her to heaven but at the end, she would be in hell since it was over. Riz refused to delude herself that this time would be any different.
The exchange this time was purely because of the heat between them, and the circumstances of their reunion. She held no delusions but she loved sex. Correction, sex with this man so she had no problems enjoying what he was willing to give. In this instance, his cock.
She closed her eyes, back bowing as the aftershock owned her body. He captured a breast with one hand, unlike the perv, would be rapist from earlier, this touch inflamed her. She pushed further i
nto his palm, wanting more than he provided.
He knew her body like she did and she whimpered as he pinched her nipple. The wall at her back, held her up. He continued to keep one hand over her pussy, his fingers pushing on her clit, keeping up the shocks through her body. Then his other he teased her right breast, pinching, tugging, and rolling the taut tip within her bra.
She’d come a few times already but he hadn’t. His cock remained hard and thick inside her as he thrust. Clenching her internal muscles, she opened her eyes and lost herself in the light green of his gaze. “Come inside me.”
His eyes burned with a feral fire.
“I’m not wearing a condom, Riz. I do this, and you could end up carrying my baby.”
His voice was deep, graveled and a bit tortured. When he drew back, she put her hand around his cock, slick with her own juices. “If you don’t want to, man up and say it.”
He slammed into her. “I want to. And I will. I’m going to come inside you, make no mistake, this happens and you are mine, Riz. All the way around.”
“Fuck me,” she commanded.
He pinched her clit and began pounding into her. Hard. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to just ride the roller coaster of emotions that soared through her. His strokes were powerful, demanding, and perfect.
His mouth claimed hers and he ate her scream as she came, once more. He released her clit as he shot ropes of his thick cum inside her. The power of it, setting off another reaction within her. Her entire body trembled and she wasn’t sure her legs would be able to hold her any longer. Thankfully, he still held her up.
“Mine,” he rumbled in her ear, seconds before he nipped the lobe.
She chose not to comment on that as he pulled out of her. “Get dressed.”
He narrowed his eyes but let her down. She refused to meet his gaze as she dressed quickly. She used some paper towels she found in one cabinet to clean off his seed that had been moving down her leg. Once she was dressed, she kept away from him, unwilling to allow herself to indulge in the cuddle or after sex intimacy. That wasn’t what that had been about. She wasn’t an idiot, she understood their attraction, it’d been there from day one. Hot and explosive. This was more of that. And now it had burned, perhaps she could focus on getting the fuck out of here instead of his thick cock inside her as he flicked her clit and tongued her nipples.
Maybe. Such a devilish word.
He stared at her from across the room. She refused to jump into the discussion he wanted. What was that new Carrie Underwood song, Relapse? She could call it that, for it didn’t mean anything.
Yeah right, continue to delude yourself. She scowled at her internal commentary. With a sniff, she turned from him and went back to rooting through the drawers and cabinets that hadn’t been checked as of yet.
“How are your parents?” he asked, still across the room.
“No clue.”
“Obviously, upset about this but before you came here, how were they?”
“Like I said, no clue. They’ve not talked to me since your true reason was revealed to them. I’ve been shunned by my family since.” She slammed the door harder than necessary and looked around as if the assholes who’d taken over may have heard. “Sorry,” she muttered. “Didn’t mean to make that much noise.”
“You cried my name louder. If that didn’t bring them, this wouldn’t and what the fuck do you mean they haven’t talked to you.”
“Pretty self-explanatory there, Ralston. They felt as if it were my fault you were brought into the family so that made it my shame as well.” She picked up a photo of a family. Husband, wife, and twin daughters. She didn’t recognize any of them and prayed whoever this was, hadn’t come into work today.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke the words directly behind her.
Riz tried, truly she did, but the sarcasm wouldn’t remain contained. She snorted. “Well then, alls better now. I’ve not seen my family in years but since you’re sorry, it’s okay. All the lonely nights, the feeling of betrayal and abandonment. Thank you so much for wiping away those years for me with those simple words.” She wheeled around and shoved her fingers in his chest. “I don’t need your sympathy, your concern, or anything.”
He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, as if she weren’t jabbing him. “Just to get you out of here.”
“Seems to me that the other two with you are capable enough. And hell, who knows, perhaps they’ll take the same kind of payment.”
Rage overflowed in his gaze. “They won’t touch you in that way, Riz. They know you’re mine.”
“Problem for you, Lucifer, is you lost that right years ago. So despite you claiming it as you came inside me, I still don’t belong to you. Been there. Done that. No desire for a repeat of how the roller coaster ride ends. That type of disappointment and unpleasantness is more than enough for me to experience once in my life.”
He didn’t back down, nor did he back away. Instead, all of that hard able-bodied male pressed closer to her personal space, backing her into the wall she’d just been against. With his dick inside me, making me moan and cry out his name.
“What?” She added a bit of venom to her tone, trying to convince herself he didn’t mean a god damn thing to her.
“The hardass behavior, is only likely to get you turned over my knee.” He ran his gaze over her, burning her once more. “Or my cock as far as it can go inside you.”
“I’m sure there’s something else that would be more productive of our time then discussing you having your cock in me.”
“Not that would be more delightful, but you’re right, we need to move. I really don’t like you hanging out here and I’m getting you out.”
She froze. “I told you I’m not leaving everyone here to suffer.”
He scowled at her. “And I told you, I don’t give a damn about the people there. I came for you, Riz. You. Not anyone else. Mac and Cole are doing what they can to save the others but I’m getting you out of here.”
There was no budging in his tone and she realized in that second were she to argue he would most likely toss her over his shoulder and go. He was that pissed in a second.
“Whatever.”
Talk halted as they snuck along the halls, the setting sun cast an eerie glow over the quiet passageways. Each step her nerves wound tighter. He led her down, not up as previously discussed. Apparently he had communication with the other two men for occasionally he mumbled to who she assumed to be one of the men. As they hit the basement floor, she had wrapped her hand in the waistband of his pants, her intense dislike of being in the dark slamming her from all sides.
If he remembered her issue, she never heard a peep from him. This was the solider she never wanted to admit she understood he was. She flexed her fingers as he stopped and inched closer to him, utilizing his body heat since hers had fled in the darkness. Despite the heat, cold chills wracked her body and she wished a dry set of clothing. Or at least ones that were a bit longer and covered more of her body than the tank and light pants she wore currently.
“I need you to wait here.”
Her heart thundered in her chest and she had an ever so fleeting thought of were she better off here than upstairs with the rest of the hostages. “Wa…wait?”
He turned, the action dragging her fingers from their holding place. Then his arms were around her, allowing her the safety of his embrace. She swallowed her fear and held on, the anger, bitterness, anything like that where it belonged. Elsewhere.
“I have to go out and I don’t want you to have to cut yourself as we go. I need to clear it first.”
“So go first and let me go after.” Cowardice wasn’t ever her thing but in the dark, it ruled. She clenched her hold on his shirt.
“I know you don’t like the dark, Riz. I won’t be gone that long. I need you to trust me. I’ll be back. Right back.”
All fears surfaced in a rush. “Okay.” Her response barely over a whisper.
“Good girl. Tap into that ha
rdass woman I know you are. I’d love to shove my cock deep inside of you again. So hard it lifts you up on your toes as you scream my name aloud, to hell with who can hear it.”
She gulped at the visual and when she regained her faculties, she was alone. He’d moved from her touch and vanished from her space. Bastard had done it. He’d left her alone in the dark.
Lucifer lowered the dead body to the floor as he cast a glance about to ensure he’d still remained unspotted. He’d taken the phone that Riz had located and jerry-rigged it to work past their block. Having to tap into the direct lines had been a risk but one they felt was worth it. He crouched by the dead man and waited for the line on the other end to be picked up.
“Talk to me.” The masculine voice held a deep southern drawl.
“Unidentified group has taken over. Looks like a local rebel group but I’ve not seen any identifying marks on the tangoes brought down.”
“And your target?”
“Secure for the moment. Refused to leave without us taking care of the hostages.”
Scott heaved a heavy sigh. “So, SitRep?”
“I’ve stashed her somewhere currently and am on my way back to help Mac and Cole do that.”
“Could have knocked her out and carried her to safety. We’re on foreign soil and this could be considered an act of war.”
His comment made Lucifer remember again why he’d signed up to work with Tungsten Protective Services. Scott didn’t say you or mark his action as an individual. It was always the group, a we.
“And if your wife had made the demand?”
“Not about Lex,” he said without any heat to his voice. “I didn’t say I didn’t understand. Just stating it could be taken as an act of war if we get caught.”
“We’ll be careful.”
“Of that I have no doubt.” The man shuffled some papers. “What do you need from this end?”
“It’d be nice to know who we’re up against. They are well organized. Have signal jammers so right now I’m in the electrical room tapping into the wires directly to get a call out. I’ve yet to find any identifying marks on any of the fucks I’ve put down.” He moved further back into the shadows. “Mac can’t pick up on anything either.”
