by Tina Folsom
“Fuck!” He clutched the sofa cushions to his left and right, preparing for the sensual onslaught.
“Mmm.” She wrapped her lips around his erection and slowly slid down on him, until he was deep inside her wet and warm mouth.
Needing to touch her, he combed his hands through her hair, cupping her head gently, careful not to take over the lead. He wanted Virginia to take charge, to decide how hard and how fast she would suck him. He wanted to be at her mercy.
Virginia started to move up and down on him, first slowly and with very little pressure, lubricating him with her moist tongue. It felt like sinking into a hole filled with warm cream. Every slide was better than the next. He couldn’t remember any woman ever having bestowed such tenderness on him, and he hadn’t expected it from Virginia.
“That’s beautiful, babe. I love it.” He clenched his jaw, warding off the need to let himself go and give in to the desire to thrust hard and deep into her mouth. Instead, he looked straight ahead to the glass cover of the fake fireplace, where the reflection of Virginia on her knees was tantalizing him.
Her G-string-clad ass was moving back and forth with every move of her head. It hid nothing from his view, and made him even hornier. The need to touch her became unbearable, and he reached down the front of her torso to where her breasts where held in by her bra. He ran his fingers over them and found her nipples hard. He pinched them, and Virginia moaned and suddenly sucked him harder.
“You like that, huh? You like your beautiful tits played with.”
He didn’t need her to answer. Instead he did it again, this time slipping his fingers underneath the fabric.
“You’re made for sex,” he praised her, and slid his hands to her back to find the clasp of her bra. He opened it, then brought his hands to her front again and peeled the fabric from her boobs, letting them fall free. He cupped them with both hands, and squeezed. “Fuck, I love your tits.”
His gaze drifted back to the reflection in the glass. “And your ass.” But since he couldn’t reach her beautiful ass, he kept playing with her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, teasing more moans from Virginia’s lips to bounce against his aching cock. Spurring her on.
And Virginia kept going, kept sucking him as if it were an Olympic sport and she was bent on winning a medal. But with every second, the battle to ward off his impending orgasm became more unwinnable.
“Babe,” he groaned, “babe, you’ve gotta stop, I beg you.”
She sucked him deep into her mouth, then slowly released him with an audible plop and lifted her face to look up. “I’m surprised you held out this long,” she said with a chuckle.
“It was pure torture,” he said and pulled her up.
Virginia shrugged out of the bra, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and shimmied out of them.
Wes swallowed hard at the sight. He’d always dreamed of a woman like Virginia, but never dared believe that his dream would come true. Apparently he was one lucky son of a bitch.
“Tell me what you want,” she murmured, her eyelashes almost hitting her eyebrows.
“Ride me,” he said without hesitation. “So I can suck your tits and bury my face in them.”
Virginia put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him to lean back against the backrest of the couch, then straddled him, bracing herself on her knees. “Like that?”
“You tease, as if you didn’t know.”
She leaned her torso closer, so her boobs were only an inch away from his face. He inched forward and pressed his face into her cleavage. The soft flesh of her breasts embraced him, caressing his cheeks, cradling him. He inhaled her scent and licked a path down the middle, while he lifted his hands and pressed against the outside of her breasts to squeeze them together.
Then he lifted his lids and saw how she was looking at him, her lips parted, her eyes shining brightly, lust brimming in them.
“You really do want me. You have no ulterior motive, do you?” she murmured as if she hadn’t believed it until now.
“I’m a simple man, Virginia. All I want is to get inside of you, and to stay there for as long as you’ll have me.” And that desire even overshadowed his duty to Scanguards, and his hope that they could forge an alliance with the Stealth Guardians.
“Wes,” she whispered and lowered herself onto his cock, bearing down on him in one continuous stroke. Her muscles tightened around him.
Her move pulled him away from her breasts and brought Virginia’s face level with his.
“I want you, Wesley.”
“You’ve got me, babe.” Body and soul. Though he couldn’t tell her that. She wasn’t ready to hear it. Instead, he slanted his lips over hers and took her mouth to kiss her. She received him with the same passion with which she took his cock into her body, and he gave himself over to her.
The pleasure of feeling her ride him, of her hips rising and falling, her breasts bouncing with every move, made the fire in his body burn even hotter. Virginia’s hair caressed his skin, while her hands were on his chest, stroking him softly. Her movements were rhythmic and measured. Gentle and slow. But right now he wanted something else. He was already teetering on the edge. How long was she going to torture him with her slow and gentle movements, when he’d already felt how strong she was, and how hard she could ride him?
He ripped his mouth from hers. “Goddamn it, Virginia, don’t tease me! Fuck me! Or do I need to toss you on your back?”
A light seemed to ignite in her eyes, and she pressed him hard into the backrest. “Suck my tits, and maybe I’ll ride you harder.”
“Now you’re talking.” He took her breasts with both hands, then captured one nipple between his lips and sucked on it.
Virginia threw her head back and moaned. “Yeah, like that.”
Her encouragement made him suck harder, then lick over the nipple to soothe it, before he did the same to her other breast. This time he scraped his teeth over her skin, and felt her shiver in response. For an instant he wished he were a vampire so he could bite her and feel that kind of connection, the deep bond vampires had. But short of that, he had to content himself with sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and squeezing her breasts until she, finally, increased her tempo and rode him faster. Took him deeper.
Still licking her breasts, he dropped his hands to her hips to slam her down even harder, while he jerked his hips upward to double the impact. The result was explosive. His cock was on fire, ready to release its seed into her, ready to fill her with everything he had.
He reached between their bodies, and slid his fingers through the damp hair that guarded her pussy, finding her clit. The little organ was swollen. Perfect. He rubbed over it.
Virginia cried out and pressed her groin against his fingers. He continued rubbing her sensitive button, continued licking her tits, continued thrusting his cock deep into her welcoming cave. Several more thrusts, and Virginia suddenly gasped. At the same time her interior muscles began to spasm and clamp around his cock. He came instantly, shooting his semen deep into her, and his entire body trembled from his orgasm.
Virginia sagged against him, and he pulled her head to him, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids. For a few moments, he couldn’t even speak, could only breathe and fill his lungs. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her to him, her hard nipples tickling his chest.
“Oh, babe,” he murmured and kissed her neck. “That was…” He had no words for how amazing their lovemaking had been. He took her head into his hands and looked into her eyes. “This was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. Nothing has ever felt so good.”
“I know you’re a flirt, Wesley, but please don’t say things just because you think I want to hear them.” It wasn’t a scolding, more like a sober statement.
He sighed. “You’re right, I’m a flirt. I always have been. But you should know something else about me. I might flatter a woman to get her into bed, but once I’m in bed with her, I only tell the truth. I only say what I fe
el. If I don’t feel it, I keep my mouth shut and pretend I’m asleep.” He grinned. “And as you can see, I’m not asleep right now. In fact, I have no intention of sleeping.”
A smile built on Virginia’s lips. “You mean that?”
“That I have no intention of sleeping?”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s obvious. No, that you don’t lie in bed.”
“Yes.”
“Then maybe we should go to bed,” she suggested and pointed to the king sized bed in the other part of the large room.
“I think that’s a brilliant idea.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I assume you’ll use the occasion to interrogate me.”
She smirked. “Don’t give me any ideas.”
He lifted her up and rose with her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. He dropped her to her feet and pulled the duvet back. Virginia slipped underneath the light cover, and Wes followed her, drawing her against the curve of his body.
“Can you promise me one thing?” he asked.
She turned her head to look at him. “Mmm?”
“Stay here the whole night. Wake up with me. When I woke up in the motel, you’d already gotten up.”
“Is that all?” She smiled.
“Actually, since you’re asking.” He nudged his semi-hard cock against her buttocks. “I might get a little randy during the night, since you’re naked and so damn hot. I hope you’re okay with me waking you to make love to you.”
“A little randy?” Virginia chuckled. “Wes, you’ve been randy from the moment I met you.”
“So, that’s a yes then?”
When Virginia started to laugh, he silenced her with a kiss.
24
Wes had indeed woken her—twice—to make love to her. The third time, Virginia had awoken at daybreak with Wesley’s cock inside her, gently sliding back and forth, while he’d caressed her breasts tenderly and pressed sweet kisses to her nape and shoulders. She had surrendered to his demands, basking in the affection he showered her with. She could get used to being woken like that every day.
In the shower they’d washed each other just as tenderly, and she would have liked to hide out in Wesley’s room much longer, but she knew she couldn’t avoid the other guardians forever.
“It’s gonna be fine,” Wesley murmured as they walked to the door.
She turned her head to look at him. “How—?”
“You’re an open book, Virginia.” He brushed a few strands of her hair behind her shoulder and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Nobody is going to think any worse of you just because you’re sleeping with me. You could do worse, you know.”
He winked at her, and she smiled involuntarily. “You don’t take yourself too seriously, do you?”
“What’s the point? Life is serious enough.” He reached for her hand. “Now, let’s have breakfast. I’m starving. I burned a few calories last night. And I need to recharge, or you’ll toss me out on my ass when I can’t perform tonight.”
Virginia shook her head. “Oh my God, you really do think about sex all the time.”
Wes leaned in. “Only because you’re so damn tempting.”
At the door she hesitated. “About what I told you last night—”
“That’s only between you and me. Nobody will ever know.”
She saw the truth in his eyes and nodded. “Thank you… for everything.”
The smile that she’d come to love appeared on his face, and he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. Automatically, she parted her lips and accepted his tender kiss, because whenever Wesley kissed her, her worries seemed to shrink, and hope that everything would turn out well spread.
Wes lifted his lips from hers and leaned his forehead to hers. “Hmm. You’re turning me into an insatiable creature.”
“I have the feeling you’ve always been insatiable.”
“Maybe, but nobody’s ever indulged me like you.”
She chuckled. “I can’t quite believe that. I’ve sure you’ve had plenty of women catering to your every whim.” After all, one look into his baby-blues, and what woman with a pulse wouldn’t be drooling?
“I’m taking the fifth on that question.”
“It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.”
“So you think you know me, huh?”
She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. “Better than a few days ago, my sexy witch.”
He laughed. “Now, see? You calling me witch suddenly doesn’t sound like a swear word anymore.”
She rubbed herself against him, being deliberately provocative. “What does it sound like now, witch?”
Wesley dropped his hands to her ass and pressed her to him. “Right now it sounds like you want to jump this witch’s bones.”
“And it seems like this witch is all ready for it, too.” She eased out of his embrace and slid her palm over the hard bulge in his pants. She loved how quickly Wesley could get excited, because it confirmed that she had power over him. The same kind of power he had over her.
He dropped his gaze to her hand and smirked. “You keep that up, counselor, and we’ll never make it to breakfast.”
She smiled and turned to the door, then walked straight through it into the corridor. A moment later, the door opened behind her and Wesley stepped out.
“Very funny,” he said dryly.
Side by side, they walked to the kitchen. Virginia could already hear the voices of the other Stealth Guardians behind the closed door. She took a deep breath and entered, Wesley behind her.
Everybody turned their eyes to her, interrupting what they were doing. It was clear that Enya hadn’t wasted any time telling her colleagues what she’d witnessed in Wesley’s room. Virginia hadn’t expected any different.
“Morning,” she forced herself to say. Then she looked toward the counter. “Oh good, you guys made coffee.” At least she could busy herself with something, and steady her trembling hands by holding on to a hot mug of coffee.
A few “good mornings” came in response, while Virginia poured herself a cup.
“Hey guys,” Wesley said cheerfully, “is there no food?”
“We were waiting for you to make us pancakes,” Enya said, tossing a sideways glance at Virginia. “Since my last attempt didn’t go so well.”
Hamish chuckled. “Yeah, we’re not letting Enya near the stove ever again.”
Enya stuck her tongue out at him. “Like you’re any better at cooking.”
“I’ll do it,” Wes said quickly and walked to the fridge. While he took out a few ingredients, he said, “I don’t see Leila. She not joining us?”
Aiden shook his head. “She’s not feeling well this morning.”
Grabbing a bowl and a whisk, Wesley turned toward the island. “Don’t worry, when my sister-in-law was pregnant, her morning sickness only lasted about a month. It’ll pass.”
Virginia snapped her head to Wesley, then to Aiden, whose chin had dropped.
“How the…” Aiden murmured.
Logan slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Leila is pregnant?” Manus asked, eyes wide.
Hamish and Tessa exchanged a look. Virginia could see it immediately, though there were no outward signs other than the love in their gazes: the two were indeed bonded. Virginia’s earlier suspicion that Tessa had lied to save Hamish from punishment for allowing her to stay at the compound was unfounded.
“I didn’t want to say anything,” Aiden said, “it’s still early, and Leila wanted to wait until she was over the three-month hurdle.” He motioned to Wes who was now whipping up the pancake batter. “How did you know?”
Wes grinned. “All the runes around this place might prevent me from casting spells, but I can still sense certain things.”
Aiden shook his head, chuckling. “Son of a gun.”
“Well, congratulations,” Virginia said. “I hope everything goes well.” And she actually meant it.
“Thank you.”
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bsp; Hamish patted his friend on the shoulder. “I’m happy for you guys.”
“Appreciate it,” Aiden said. “But I don’t want to detract from everything else that’s happening. We’ve got things to deal with.”
Virginia took a seat at the island. “Do you have any news about the housekeeper?”
Aiden nodded. “Logan, can you call Pearce in here? I don’t want to go over it twice.”
Logan hopped off his barstool and walked to the intercom system next to the door. He pressed a button. “Pearce. You’re needed in the kitchen.”
A static crackle on the loudspeaker, then, “Be there soon.”
“Now,” Logan insisted, then added, “Wes is making pancakes.”
“Why didn’t you say so immediately?”
Logan took his seat again. Moments later, Pearce entered the kitchen, a tablet in his hand.
“Morning everybody.” He propped the tablet up on the island, so he could see what was happening on the screen, and took a seat. “Sorry, gotta monitor communications, in case we get any urgent messages.” Then he motioned to Wes, who was now standing at the stove, heating oil in a pan. “Hey, Wesley, I’ll have three, please.”
Manus jabbed Pearce in the side. “Get in line.”
Wesley looked over his shoulder. “There’s enough for everybody.” Then he motioned to Aiden. “Come on, don’t keep us on tenterhooks. What happened with the housekeeper? Did she kill Faldo?”
“No,” Aiden said immediately. “But I know who did.”
Virginia looked up with interest. Finally a lead.
“I checked out Mrs. Jefferson. She’s widowed and lives in a small house in West Baltimore. Not exactly the best area. She keeps a neat house, and there was nothing that seemed out of place. Her kids are out of the house; the son lives in Philadelphia, and the daughter just had a baby and moved in with her boyfriend. Mrs. Jefferson was at home, crying herself to sleep, genuinely distressed about Faldo’s death. I guess he was good to her. Paid her well, too, from what I could see from her bank statements. Now she’s out of a job. That must hit her hard.”
