Sky's Lark

by Cheyenne Meadows

  "What about the spanking?" Spoon brought the conversation back around.

  All eyes focused on Lark.

  She glared at the lot. "First man that tries will find himself calling 9-1-1."

  Collectively, they shifted to look at Bryce.

  "Sounds like a challenge to me, buddy," Spoon said before taking the final bite of his sandwich.

  Bryce glanced over at her, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I just might take that challenge."

  Night shook his head while the others egged Bryce on.

  "We want details."

  "Let us know who wins."

  "She's finally met her match."

  Lark ignored the comments, although the final one clicked in an entirely different way than intended. Bryce had everything she was looking for. Maybe they were right.

  Chapter 17

  "Come on in." Lark unlocked her apartment door, leading Bryce into the main living area before tossing her purse on the small dining table. "I guess you know your way around," she threw out with a saucy grin.

  He snorted. "It's not like I dug through every nook and cranny."

  "Uh-huh. I bet you couldn't resist digging through my underwear drawer, sniffing my intimates, and getting all hot and bothered while waiting for me to get home." Biting her lip, she battled and lost the struggle to keep from smiling.

  "I'm not that kinky." He turned to face her, the corner of his mouth tilting up.

  "But you are kinky?"

  His eyebrows shot up. "You gonna find out?"

  She saw the challenge for what it was, a hint for a bit of hot and heavy petting leading to a round of body fluid swapping. Her heart picked up the pace as she beat back the eager hussy in her mind telling her to go for it right then. No. Not yet. She intended to feel him out a bit more first, determine the potential for a long term relationship before making the literal leap into sex. Oh, she wanted him all right. But for many years to come instead of just a quick fling to work off the remainder of an adrenaline rush left over from their narrow escape from death.

  Ignoring his question for the moment, she recalled the item he left in her bedroom. "Oh, you need your jewelry box back. Let me go get it." She spun and hurried off across the small area, her steps muted and quick against the hardwood floor. Returning a moment later, she held out the small item in her hand.

  "No. Keep it." His gaze met hers. "It reminded me of you, the small, beautiful bird on top."

  "But…"

  "Really. When I decided to warn you, I had to find a way to do so secretly in case Rodriguez or another thug broke in and stumbled across it and blew my cover. I went to a corner antique store looking for something that might catch your attention but wouldn't stand out to anyone else. The dove reminded me of you." His hand reached out to cup her cheek. "I want you to have it."

  "Thanks," she whispered, tucking the gift against her chest, touched by his sensitivity and consideration.

  "You're welcome." He plucked the box from her hand, deftly setting it on the table beside her purse, his eyes sparkling with undeniable sensual need. Wrapping his arms about her waist, he pulled her snug against his body and took the opportunity to grind his pelvis against his stomach.

  Lark placed a hand on his chest, halting him with a simple motion. "Is this a one-night stand?"

  He slowly grinned. "Do you want it to be?"

  "No. But I want to know your intentions first." She focused on his face, searching for the slightest hint at his thoughts.

  His lips pressed softly against her forehead. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are? How watching you not only defend yourself but wipe out bad guys turned me on? About how each time you smiled at the other Wind Warriors, I wanted you to smile at me, too?"

  The words lifted her spirits, bolstered her courage, and put a grin of sheer happiness on her face. "Really?"

  "Yeah. I want the whole package, the perky little cheerleader with a perfect ass and the soldier plowing her way through evil, leaving blown-up compounds in her wake." His tongue flicked over her earlobe before he gave the area a slight nip.

  "Mmm. And now? What do you think right now?" Her head tilted back, allowing him access to her neck.

  "I think you're sexy as hell and if I don't get inside you soon, I'm going to explode in my pants."

  Those words spurred her into action. Pulling back, she jerked at his shirt, pushing it up and over his face. Once he took over, her hands and focus dropped, working frantically on the buttons of his jeans, flipping the fly open then yanking hard at the waistband to peel the denim from his lower body. "Off. Now."

  "Damn." Bryce slung his long-sleeved shirt to the floor carelessly before grabbing his pants, following her orders to the detail.

  Lark took the opportunity to strip, jerking her shirt over her head as she stepped out of her pants. When Bryce's hands reached for her bra, she edged closer. "Off." He obliged, unclasping the material and giving it a toss. Her bikini panties followed, leaving her standing just as naked as he.

  Stepping back, she raked her gaze over his body, noting every dip and line of his toned, muscular form before her attention naturally locked onto his bulging erection, jutting out from his body, hard and thick.

  Her mouth watered at the sight. She'd seen several naked men, including the male cheerleaders in college that possessed little modesty in changing clothing in front of their female counterparts. Bryce ranked up there with the best, enough mass to keep a woman intrigued and thrilled, but not too much that would impair his speed or athletic abilities. Just perfect.

  Without hesitation, she circled her fingers around his cock, quickly learning the feel and sensation as she slid her hand up and down, measuring him and earning a low groan in reward. Bryce's hips bucked, pressing more firmly into her grasp as if pleading for more tactile exploration and stimulation. "Oh, my." She breathed out the words, in stark appreciation of his endowment and reaction.

  Bryce quickly reciprocated, his large hands roaming over her smaller body, leaving tingles of pleasure and anticipation in his wake before settling on her breasts, his dark skin contrasting with her paleness as he plucked one nipple then the other. Bending, he peppered kisses across her jaw and chin. Sealing his lips over hers, he opened wide, encouraging her to do the same, his tongue slipping easily to tangle with hers, building her passion and need with a kiss that set fire to her blood even as it made her knees weak with its soul-searing intensity.

  Lark met his enthusiasm with her own. She released her new-found prize to wrap her arms around him, her hands massaging as they wandered from shoulders to back to land on his rear. She pointedly squeezed his rounded buttocks while a burning desire shot through her. He responded in kind, one hand moving from her breast to her backside.

  "I need you." She gasped out, breaking the kiss long enough to suck in some much needed air.

  "I can't wait any longer." Bryce panted in her ear as he continued to lick and nibble. Stepping back in a rush, he snagged his jeans, located his wallet, and pilfered with unsteady hands until he located a foil-wrapped condom. He turned back to Lark, his brown eyes twinkling, jaw tense, as he used his teeth to tear the package open.

  Lark watched in sensual bliss as he quickly rolled the condom in place, his impatient movements graceful and efficient. Licking her lips, she lifted her arms to him. "Lift me. Take me. Against the wall."

  Her heart pounded in earnest as he obeyed, easily lifting her compact frame from the floor, cupping her bottom as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, jostling for a second to find the proper angle. "Bryce." Still clinging to his neck, she sank her teeth into his ear lobe, nipping sharply before laving the area with her tongue.

  He groaned, moving a few steps to a space bare of wall hangings. Bracing her against the sturdy wall, he tunneled between their bodies until his fingers found her femininity.

  Lark whimpered at the feel of his fingers sliding over slickened flesh, a long finger dipping in while his thumb flicked over her tender nubbin. "Bryce…
" she called to him again, desperate for him to connect their bodies, needing him to press forward, to take her with power, to stoke her until she reached the critical pinnacle and push her over with continual pounding of his impressive shaft.

  A growl escaped his throat as he shifted his hand to support her lower back, bent his knees, and thrust heavily into her body, not stopping until he reached maximum penetration. Only then did he pause, his mouth covering hers once more.

  She gloried in his possession, wiggling greedily while meeting his tongue in a mirror action of their lower bodies. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs bracketing his hips as she used her position to shimmy and rock, little movements that rubbed his exceptional cock against sensitive nerve endings deep inside her damp core.

  Taking the hint, Bryce pistoned against her, picking up speed and power with each stroke. His tight embrace kept her plastered against his body while his mouth frantically licked across her perspiring skin.

  "Harder." Her lower belly tightened, muscles clamping as she thrust back against him, needing more in her speedy climb to the precipice. "Please. Bryce. I need…"

  "Come, Lark. Damn. I want to see you come." He clenched his teeth, powerful arms and legs both holding and stabilizing her as he sprinted to the finish.

  The words and his frenzied movements pushed her up another notch. Lark flung her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Strong spasms clenched below, clamping tight on his still pounding erection, trying to draw and hold him inside.

  As if understanding, he surged into her once more, sealing himself deep, while a long groan emerged from his lips.

  Caught up in the maelstrom of sensation, Lark held onto Bryce tightly, eyes closed, as she struggled to control her ragged breathing while slowly easing down from the height of pleasure.

  After a few long moments, she came to some realizations. First, she now rested on her back, the cushy down comforter soft against her perspiration-dotted back. Bryce loomed over her, their bodies still connected in a primal, elemental way. And he was still hard.

  Cracking one eyelid open, she peeked up at him. "You didn't…?"

  He placed a wet kiss across one breast, lapping hungrily at the tight nipple. "Close, but not yet. Not until I've discovered all your hot spots."

  She smiled, more relaxed than she recalled being in the past few weeks. "That might take a while."

  "I think I'm up to it." He returned her grin before turning his attention to the other breast.

  Her libido woke, swiftly moving from sated contentment to a driving need, setting her hips into motion. She lifted and rotated, intent upon building the sultry response once more.

  Bryce's head lifted enough to meet her gaze. "How much can you handle?"

  She puffed out a breath, her lower belly doing a slow somersault as a result of his words and the downright sexy sparkle to his eyes. "As much as you can dish out and then some."

  A wicked grin covered his face. "Then turn over." He withdrew from her heated core, sitting back on his heels, allowing her room to fulfill his command.

  Lark slowly flipped over, noting the expression on his face as he watched with abject attention. Pushing up to her hands and knees, she glanced back at Bryce, yearning for his return.

  The vulnerability in the inherently submissive position only added to the excitement and sent a shiver of longing through her, as she waited with bated breath for Bryce to resume his rough and tumble taking. He discovered one of her secret desires to shed her gutsy attitude in order to experience the joys of assuming a more traditional role. She loved being in control, but never complained when a strong male decided to go caveman on her. In fact, she craved it more often than not.

  His hands smoothed across her back, working up to her shoulders before sliding back to cup her bottom. "Wider, dove."

  She shifted, spreading her legs a bit more. "Please, Bryce. I can't wait."

  "Patience." His hand reached under, slipping over her damp femininity before easing inside.

  She gasped and mewled, her body immediately moving, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from the simple caress that she could.

  He thrust in a rhythmic pattern before removing his hand, only to replace it with his condom-clad erection. He sank deep with one powerful thrust.

  She sucked in a breath with the delicious invasion, her body quickly recognizing the tool which had brought her so much enjoyment just moments before. Clamping down, she flexed her muscles to add to the building rapture.

  His hands latched onto her hips, their strong grip anchoring her as he propelled back and forth, seeking the ultimate depth before retreating, each stroke igniting sharp tingles of impending ecstasy deep inside her core. Grunts echoed through the room with his efforts.

  Caught up in the fervor, Lark frantically matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with wild abandon, soaking up every morsel of enjoyment even as she flew headlong to the finish line, intent upon dragging Bryce with her this time. "Yesssssss."

  Bryce sped up further, setting a record pace as she angled her hips and arched her back. Her hands fisted in the sheets and she rocked back against Bryce, the slap of their bodies joining the panting breaths the only sounds in the room. Bryce shouted hoarsely as he shoved hard against her, fingers digging into her flesh while he spasmed deep inside her, his grip ensuring their connection.

  Bright lights twinkled in front of her eyes as waves of pulsating bliss coursed through her. Hard contractions unraveled the tight tension that overtook her entire body, allowing her to lazily float down from the summit.

  His heavy body draped over her back so she felt each labored gasp and heard his struggle to recover from the intense activity. She empathized because she felt drained, yet content, as if she'd worked out hard for an additional hour, leaving her unable to do more than breathe as she lowered her head to rest on the bed.

  Way too soon, he eased from her body, lay down on his side, and pulled her into his arms.

  She soaked up the moment, recognizing her want for the man that in the past week risked his life time and again to keep her safe. The man that had just brought her absolute delight and fulfillment in bed, and kept her on her toes, too. She could have done a lot worse.

  For a second she considered blurting out her feelings, but resisted. She didn't want to press their budding relationship, scare him with her declaration, and send him running for the hills to escape commitment. No. Waiting made more sense.

  The imp inside broke free. "You done dishing out?" she taunted, turning her head to look at him.

  He threw both hands up in the air in the universal sign of surrender. "I need a bit of time here."

  "And they call women the weaker sex." She prided herself in the haughty tone even as she rocked her rear back against him in an outright tease.

  He chuckled, wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I'm pretty sure the man that said that never met a woman like you."

  "Flattery will get you everywhere."

  He rained kisses on her shoulder before whispering naughty suggestions in her ear. Ideas that made her sex drive sit up and take notice.

  Oh, yeah. She planned on keeping him. For a lifetime. If she had her way.

  Chapter 18

  Early the next morning, Bryce awoke feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. His seemingly endless assignment with Santora's group finished up hours ago with the destruction of Santora's enterprise. Most of the small gang and distribution network now sat behind bars awaiting official charges and their turn before a judge. The FBI had picked up the drug kingpin's mole as well. Thomas now chilled in jail, waiting his turn in the judicial system. The Wind Warriors had turned over documents and laptop computers to the district attorney, full of strong evidence to hopefully convict each one and lock them up for years to come.

  His direct supervisor over the undercover operation had phoned late last night to congratulate him on the success of the assignment and give him a few days of leave before he reported back to his normal position.
Days he intended to spend with the petite blonde presently snuggled against him in her bed, her perky rear pressing against his awake and interested erection.

  Raining kisses over her shoulders, he debated on letting Lark sleep longer or waking her for another round of hot passion.

  "Gonna tease or get down to business?" Lark's hoarse voice broke through his thoughts.

  Leave it to her to point out the obvious. He'd never met a woman like her, so bold and outspoken, never holding back her thoughts or feeling shame for her womanly wants. Men would drool as she walked by even if she wore a muumuu; he definitely would, in a heartbeat. The blend of beauty and bluntness stirred his desires while luring him in like a ship full of horny men to the siren's call.

  Nibbling a delicate earlobe, he debated his options. Teasing and foreplay drew out the event, allowing a simmering heat to slowly build to a boiling state. On the other hand, fast and hard carried plenty of equally appetizing benefits. Before he could come to a decision, Lark took control.

  Snagging a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table, she made a show of opening the package, and rolling the rubber over his aching cock, each touch and squeeze jacking up his need all the more.

  Twisting in his grasp, she nudged him to his back, and slung her leg over to straddle his hips. Her hands interlaced with his then rested against the mattress as she lifted enough to whisper against his lips. "I vote for getting down and dirty. Right now."

  Bryce grinned up at her. "I noticed."

  Her eyebrow arched. "Complaints?"

  "Not a one." He reclined back comfortably, enjoying the view of Lark's bare breasts as they brushed against his chest. Already standing at attention, his erection begged for Lark to do anything, everything, and jumped when she brushed over him experimentally.

  Despite last evening's playtime, he couldn't wait for another round. Always before, he'd lost interest in a woman after a while. Either the lady possessed great beauty and little brains or she led an interesting life, but the sex didn't set the sheets on fire.