Nash Security Solutions

by Lola Silverman

  “I want you to close your eyes and relax,” Wrath said in a low voice. “I’m going to touch you. You can come whenever you like and however many times you want.”

  “More than once?” she sounded shocked. “That’s possible?”

  “Of course. If a woman can relax and enjoy herself. Not every time, maybe, but certainly it’s possible.” Wrath didn’t want to make her feel defective, but he wanted her to stop fighting her arousal.

  He spread her cheeks and delved into her pussy and found her slick and delightfully wet. The sound of his fingers sliding through her hot folds filled the room. The sucking noise made him so hard he could barely hold himself back. She was tight and hot, and he was going to love plowing into that flesh when he finally had the chance.

  Finding her clit, he circled it slowly this time. He felt her jump a little at the contact. Backing off, he carefully teased and aroused until her opening was flexing as she inched closer to climax. He pressed the tip of his index finger against the tight hole. She tensed. He started to rub and she relaxed.

  The first press of his finger inside her body made her cry out. The high-pitched moan raised the hair on the back of Wrath’s neck. He loved that sound. He twisted his wrist and let his finger rotate inside her body. The friction he created made her squirm and push back against his hand. And before he could even guess what would happen, she came. Just like that, she melted around his finger and began moaning and flexing her hips as her orgasm hit hard and fast.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!” She seemed to want to speak but had no words.

  While she was relaxed and sated with her orgasm, Wrath slipped a second finger inside her pussy beside the first. He spread them apart and rubbed in quick strokes to help stretch her. His cock was nowhere near as narrow and short as his fingers. He didn’t want to rip her body in two when he penetrated her for the first time.

  “Damn, you’re tight,” he told her appreciatively. “Such a sweet pussy, Tegan. I’m going to love every second I spend inside your body. You know that? You’re so damn sexy.”

  She seemed to like the praise. Her pussy got wetter. Then it tightened. And when he added his thumb to her clit while keeping those two fingers inside her pussy, she came a second time almost instantly. Her cries were like music to his ears. Wrath loved to pleasure a woman. And when it was a woman like Tegan, who had almost no notion of how her own body worked, he liked it even better.

  His hand was soaking wet with her cream. He slipped his fingers free of her clinging pussy and pressed the ball of his hand against her mound. He gently massaged her until she was pumping against him with a complete lack of inhibition. He could feel her surrender. It was complete. There would never be a better time to fuck her.

  Chapter Nine

  In this moment, nothing existed for Tegan other than this man who was bringing her so much pleasure. Every part of her body felt languid and completely attuned to Wrath. She was still facedown over his lap, and she didn’t even care that it wasn’t dignified. Her pussy was throbbing and tingling. She had come twice already after coming earlier in the alley, and that brought the total to three, which was three more times than she had ever had an orgasm with anyone other than herself. Masturbation was the only way she had ever been able to get off. Sex had never involved climax for her, and the notion that it could was mind boggling.

  She ached. Her pussy felt so strange. The way he was massaging her mound made her feel wanton and desperate. She felt relaxed and yet so empty! It had been better with Wrath’s fingers inside her, but she still wanted more. She needed more. Then he stroked her butt again and very gently smoothed his palm down the backs of her thighs.

  He put his hand firmly on her backside. “I want you to go and bend over the back of the sofa. Now.”

  Something inside her balked at the way he ordered her about, but she was so desperate for satisfaction that she did as she was told. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She felt exposed and so very vulnerable as she gripped the couch cushions and waited with her bottom on display.

  Wrath moved in behind her. She heard the jingle of his belt and then the rasp of his zipper. There was air moving against the bare skin of her butt. He touched her gently and spread her cheeks apart to gain access to her pussy.

  This was not a position that Tegan had ever wanted to try. It seemed impersonal and almost animalistic. Yet when Wrath fit the head of his cock to her opening and pushed inside her body, she moaned with wanton delight. Nothing had ever felt so satisfying.

  There was a burn and she felt incredibly full. He was far bigger than any man she’d ever been with before. Yet the way she could brace her feet against the floor and her body’s doubled-over position somehow made it easier to adjust. She wriggled a little as she realized that there was no pressure on her clit. She wanted that. It suddenly became an aching need.

  “Wrath,” she gasped. “My—I need—Please?”

  “No.”

  The hard finality of his voice did not match the way he began to thrust into her body. His every movement was precise. She felt his pelvis press against her butt. The warmth of him was incredible. He moved in a steady back-and-forth rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her pussy, and she could feel herself rising higher and higher along the peak of climax.

  “Focus on the friction,” he murmured in a rough voice. “Feel that spot where my cock rubs each and every time I enter you. I can feel it. Can’t you? That one hot point of contact I hit right—here!” He thrust hard, and she felt him sink inside her so far that she knew he must be at the very end.

  Tegan arched her back. Her breasts were throbbing, her nipples hard and pressed against the back of the sofa. She tensed her leg muscles and felt the most glorious sensation of pleasure shoot through her. It was heaven. Then she felt a little jolt. Heat built at the base of her spine. It dripped down the back of her legs like liquid fire. She clenched her hands hard around the fabric of the cushions.

  Finally. Finally! She realized that she was going to come. It happened so fast from discovery to the crashing dive off a cliff that she had no time for anything but a gasp. Her body convulsed and it was as if she lost control. Her hips were moving. She was slamming herself back against Wrath’s body. He met her thrust for thrust. The beauty of the moment left her unable to think of anything but the sensation of his hot fullness stretching her and marking her as his own.

  Then Wrath growled. He slammed hard against her and strained against her body. She felt his cock slip inside her to the utmost depth. Then a warm sensation spread throughout her lower body. She could actually feel the way his cock throbbed as the thick fluid spurted from the tip of his shaft to fill her with his seed.

  It was strangely satisfying. She wanted this. She had never been particularly appreciative when a lover ejaculated inside her body. She usually wanted them to pull out. This was different. He was grunting and groaning as though he were truly stamping her with his seal of ownership, and she loved every damn minute.

  He pulled out abruptly. Tegan felt a long trail of warm fluid seep from her pussy to run down the insides of her legs. Wrath grabbed her nightshirt and yanked it down over her butt. Was he angry? For some reason, it felt like he was.

  Tegan stood up. She unconsciously pressed her thighs together, but that did nothing to stem the flow of their combined fluids. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

  He had already tucked his cock back into his pants and was turning around as though he intended to just walk away. “Go to bed,” he ordered in a low voice. “This can never happen again. I’m sorry it happened at all.”

  “You’re…” Shame made her furious. Tegan started to say something but realized that she didn’t know where to begin. So, she walked back through the kitchen, grabbed her glass, and headed back upstairs to think about this disaster in private.

  WRATH WATCHED TEGAN go. He knew that he had hurt her feelings, but perhaps that was for the best. He could not understand what had gotten into him. He had fucked a client. Of course
, he had also fingered her in an alley a few hours ago. Why was he feeling so bad about this incident and not about before? It was all rather stupid. He should have been castigating himself enough before fucking her that he would have known to keep his dick in his pants.

  Ugh! He stomped his way through the lower floor of Tegan’s home, checking windows and doors. He was acting like some randy teenager incapable of controlling his urges. It was disgusting. He was disgusted with himself. He was—hell, he didn’t know what he was anymore. This was not the way he did things. And he didn’t even like her! She was a freaking spoiled princess from a wealthy family. She had never had to work for anything. He should have been spitting on her, not enjoying the best sex he’d had in a long time.

  “Are you done in there?”

  Wrath spun around and glared at Analise. “Make some noise next time or I’ll shoot your bitch ass.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Are you telling me that I snuck up on you?” She pointed to his shoulder. “Should I be worried about gangrene or something? If you’ve got a fever, we need to get you some more antibiotics.”

  “I’m not sick.” He pushed her hand away as he strode by. “I just didn’t expect anyone else to come inside.”

  “You were making the longest check in the history of perimeter checks,” Analise said drily. “Nash sent me in here to see if you’d decided to take a nap on the couch.”

  Not a nap, but he had certainly been utilizing the furniture in a most satisfying way. Wrath cleared his throat. “Let’s get out of here. The princess is upstairs studying. I scared her being inside. She apparently doesn’t want us to be inside her house to do our jobs.” He deliberately laid on the derision so that Analise would never suspect that Wrath’s feelings were a little mixed up when it came to his charge.

  “Princess, huh?” Analise’s brows drew together. “All right. Whatever you say.”

  Wrath’s gut tightened. Uh oh. Analise was doing that women’s intuition thing again. Shit. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I’m just observing that you spend a lot of time looking at her when she’s around. And when you do look at her, there’s not a whole lot of disgust on your face.” Analise raised a shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “At least not the level of disgust that you generally have for the princess type. Besides, this one really isn’t as much of a princess as you think.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Wrath snorted. He started walking toward the back door. He wanted out of here. He couldn’t be in this house anymore. His brain kept registering the soft scent of Tegan all over everything.

  Analise followed along. “I’m not saying that she doesn’t have the princess trust fund. I’m not saying she doesn’t wear designer clothes and go to parties and stuff, but her father told Nash that he made her apply to the company just like every other new employee. She had to go through Human Resources to get her job and actually didn’t get hired on her first time trying.”

  “Seriously? Her father made her apply to his own company?” Wrath snorted. “What an ass. She should have gotten a job at his competitor’s. That would have taught him a lesson.”

  “Apparently, that’s not common knowledge either. So, people call her spoiled, and yet her father doesn’t seem like he has that much respect for her.” Analise appeared to be unconcerned. They approached the box truck they were using for surveillance, and Analise paused outside. “To be honest, when we were running the family system’s eval, it became painfully obvious that Stedman Hyde-Pierson doesn’t really give a shit about any of his family members beyond his fears that if he was openly disdainful, it would somehow hurt his image.”

  “What a shithead,” Wrath muttered. He turned and stared up at the third floor of the brownstone. Tegan was up there. Alone. “So, the guy only cares about his family so long as they make him look good.”

  “She got her trust fund from her mother’s side of the family,” Analise added. “He hasn’t given her a dime. Believe what you want, but that woman isn’t what she’s pretending to be.”

  Wrath stared up at the window and completely lost track of time. Why did Tegan pretend to be the spoiled brat? Did she not realize that her father had so little regard for her? Did she honestly believe that she was daddy’s little girl? It was kind of sad. He had never possessed much, but at least he had always maintained his self-respect. Nobody had ever fooled him into thinking that they loved him or wanted him to succeed. He had always known where he stood with the people in his life.

  Maybe it was better to be the poor kid with nothing than to be the rich kid who was only loved for the value he could bring to the family. Wrath suddenly turned to look at Analise. “Have we considered what happens when Stedman Hyde-Pierson decides that his family is of more value when they’re six feet under?”

  “Nash thinks it’s a real possibility.” Analise looked up at the window too. “At that point, we all have to decide what’s most important.”

  “Their lives or our jobs,” Wrath agreed. “That’s a lovely sentiment. I hope Nash got the full payment up front.”

  Analise turned to stare. “Why is that?”

  “Because a dead man can’t sign checks,” Wrath muttered. He didn’t care what Analise thought. He didn’t care if she suspected. There was no way Wrath would let some asshole use Tegan like currency for his own ends.

  Chapter Ten

  Tegan did not sleep well that night. She kept tossing and turning. She would wake up fevered, twisted in her sheets, and with a mind full of erotic images of a naked Wrath lying in bed beside her. When she finally rolled out of bed at six o’clock in the morning, she staggered into the bathroom. Her only goal was to turn on the shower to try and wake up or to clear her head or something.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, looking into the mirror and touching the bruised-looking skin beneath her eyes. “I look like death!”

  The warm spray of water felt good. As she washed her body, though, she could not stop thinking about Wrath. He had touched her in ways that she’d never experienced before. It hadn’t always been gentle either. Yet she hadn’t been afraid or felt as if she were in any kind of danger. He was utterly controlled and completely—well, in control.

  She rubbed her soapy sponge in a circle over her belly and around her breasts. Her nipples peaked, and she shivered as her fingers brushed the taut buds. Tegan could not help but wonder what it might feel like to have Wrath touch her breasts. He hadn’t seemed interested in that yet. Yet. Ha!

  The man had told her point-blank that what had happened between them wasn’t going to happen again. He had been quite blunt about that. Either he hadn’t liked what he’d gotten from her or—actually, she couldn’t really think of another reason. Guys didn’t turn down sex unless they really didn’t like the source. Right?

  The tears started quite unexpectedly. Tegan sank down to the tile floor of her shower and let the warm spray wash her tears down the drain. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that her life wasn’t quite what everyone thought it was. She put on a good act. The favored daughter of Stedman Hyde-Pierson. But she knew full well that Stedman would have liked her better if she were a boy like her older brother, Ralston. As it was, she’d had to work her tail off just to get an interview with her father’s company. People like Judson thought they knew her. Judson thought that she’d been given the same advantages that he had. That wasn’t true.

  Sure. Tegan had money. But right now, with a bunch of bodyguards telling her that the mafia wanted to kill her just to hurt her father, she wasn’t sure the money was worth it. Maybe someone should have mentioned to the mafia that the only person Stedman would pay money to save was himself. If they really wanted to hurt her father, then they would have to attack him where it counted. They’d have to destroy his image.

  *

  “What’s on the agenda for today?” Wrath yawned as he stopped beside the surveillance truck to poke his head in and get a situation report.

  Nash was pounding on his keyboard, looking very
irritable. “Apparently, we have a mother-daughter brunch to chaperone this morning. Isn’t that cute?”

  “We? Like you and me?” That sounded like a bad idea. Wrath rubbed his hand over the top of his head and scratched the back of his neck. He was starting to wonder if it might be wise to beg off and get Analise to go instead. “Maybe you should have a chick do this with you, Nash. I’m not exactly the brunch type.”

  “Do I look morning brunch friendly to you?” Nash turned to glare. At the moment, he looked like the sort to crash a morning brunch. “You’re going and that’s it. Analise and Quentin are on another detail this morning.”

  “How many fucking family members does this guy have to be worried about?” Wrath grumbled. “Seriously. He’s got a daughter. And now the ex-wife?”

  “There’s a son, a niece, and a sister-in-law that have been named as targets.” Nash didn’t look particularly convinced. “I’m just not entirely sure we’re seeing all the angles.”

  “Mafia hits are usually precise and very”—Wrath searched for the right word and came up short—“direct, right? They come in, hit a target, send a token, and consider the business done. What’s with all the cat and mouse? It’s very cloak-and-dagger bullshit.”

  “I think we’re missing an angle,” Nash said again. “That’s all.”

  “You’re sure Stedman is on the up and up though?” Wrath didn’t believe it. In fact, he was almost sure that there was bullshit. Worse. Nash and his whole team—including Wrath—seemed to be standing in it.

  “I’m not sure of anything right now.” Nash was printing out something. Directions?

  “Why don’t we just talk to these guys?” Wrath suggested. “We can just say hey, what the fuck do you want?”

  “You had one of them right in front of you yesterday,” Nash groused. “Why didn’t you just jump down and ask him?”

  Wrath snorted. That would have been an interesting situation. He had a feeling that the tall man had been just as armed as Wrath was. “Not the minions, the boss man,” Wrath muttered. “I don’t want to tangle with minions. You just bitch at me about all the bodies I leave behind.”