by Dace Everan
Jariko snorted. He should be having this drink with Alisha, not these two. He drank it back in one gulp.
Layle chuckled. “Laird hates that. I used to do it the same way,” she shared. Jariko grunted in response. Layle sighed, rising and taking a comfortable seat on Laird’s lap. “You should send him on his way. He ain’t going to talk to us, love,” she decided, hugging his arms around her.
Laird nodded. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll call Jon and get him to give him a ride back to his bike.”
Layle nodded. “You do that.”
Jariko stood. “Don’t need any ride.” He glanced around. “Where’s my bag?” he demanded.
Laird pointed to the front door. “In the foyer,” he answered simply.
Jariko set his glass down and retreated from the room. Once outside he inhaled the fresh air. He scanned the area before heading down the walkway to the street. Of course the fucker lived in the suburbs. He should have taken the ride.
Chapter Two
Alisha slammed the door to the apartment they had rented for the sole purpose of the mission. She glanced around its hollow interior. She couldn’t wait to get to her own place, to her own comforts. She tossed the keys in the candy dish that held numerous other keys. She scrunched up her nose. It had taken her weeks to let that part of her anal-retentive self go. At her home she had hooks that held each key chain in an orderly fashion. But noo, Jariko had insisted on just tossing them all in a heap. Pig!
She crossed the room to the one bedroom and slammed the door for good measure. Who cares if the fucker showed up? He would know the room was hers and he could sleep on his stupid couch. She plopped onto the bed fully clothed, too tired to get undressed. Her brain a frazzled mess from the nasty thoughts she’d had the entire drive back. She pulled the pillow close and hugged it under her head and closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and slowly the tension throughout her body eased away until she was a calm puddle of tiredness. She let the blackness of sleep take her.
* * * *
Jariko eased the door open, cursing the squeaky hinges. He stepped in and looked through the dark exterior of the crappy apartment. Silence greeted him. His gaze landed on the sofa, empty. He glanced at the door to the one bedroom the place had. Door closed, she was home.
He closed the door, locking up, and laid his keys in the candy dish. His hand paused over hers. He plucked them up, looking over the gemstone that she had hanging from the main key ring, deep amethyst like her eyes. He laid them down and shrugged out of his canvas green coat, tossing it on the table.
He crossed to the couch and hesitated. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the couch. Too many nights he had spent on this stupid couch. He couldn’t wait to get the fuck home to his cabin and listen to the trees dance in the winds. Autumn rains would be nice right about now, hearing the pitter-patter against his tin roof. He took a seat, removing his boots and setting them neatly beside the couch. He removed his socks and shoved them in the boots then stood and made his way to the bedroom.
She was sprawled across the bed. Her skirt hiked up enough that he could tell she wore a thong under there and her ass was as shapely as he thought. Her thighs lean and long, filly came to mind when he looked at her legs. He stood at the end of the bed debating on whether he should remove the boots for her or just hop on and try to get some shut eye. Her flaming red hair was fanned out behind her turned head covering most of the pillow. Her beautiful breasts mashed to the bed.
His cock jerked to life and all of a sudden he wanted nothing more than to pull her down until her legs hung over the edge of the bed, push up her skirt around her waist, and smack her ass. Something he felt only in the line of fire reared through him, fear mixed with adrenaline and want. What was wrong with him? He didn’t go around wanting to spank and then fuck a woman! Fuck’s sake, he didn’t go around wanting to fuck women ever! What the hell would Kyle think of him? He rolled his eyes. Kyle, his lover for the past seven years, would probably snicker and encourage him.
His gaze travelled the length of her boots. He’d heard of the kink clubs. Shit, Alisha herself talked about the clubs like she’d been going to them all her life. She was a contradiction when it came to her reactions to men. She acted the tough girl, acted like she knew things, but when it came down to it she was right out innocent on so many levels. Fuck, he loved the look that would overtake her eyes and betray her words, pure innocence.
* * * *
Alisha moaned as she hugged the pillow closer. A smile crept to her lips. Extra pillows were so awesome. She rubbed her pussy against its firmness and groaned at the carnal thoughts filtering through her mind. He would feel so fucking heavenly under her. His big hard body, his hands would grasp her hips and guide her as she rode him to bliss. Big, strong hands that would do things to her. She shivered, her thong dampening further. She released the pillow, her hand travelling downward. She grunted. Stupid skirt! She pulled the nuisance up, convincing her brain to stay in the vivid dream. She wanted this, wanted to dream of him and feel it.
Her finger plunged between her folds and the moan that escaped her was heavy and the hottest thing Jariko had ever heard. He held still as she rubbed up against him. His cock pulsed and ached like his first time, begging to be placed where her fingers now were. Her breath was hot as she breathed heavier. Her finger stroked her clit. Her leg came up and he groaned at the erotic sight she provided him. Her delicate hand shoved between her spread legs, her puffy pussy lips swollen from arousal and her clit a bright pink and glistening from her own juices peeking out at him as she moved her finger from side to side. Her mouth was half-open and her head tilted back as she strained to reach fulfillment.
Silence and stillness filled the room. What? Why had she stopped? His whole being froze as he realized he’d groaned out. Shit!
It was that stillness that he hated the worst. Would she wake up and try to beat him again? Not his fault she started pleasuring herself while he was trying to sleep. He dared look at her. She lay there, wide eyes on him and her mouth open just enough to temp him to shove his dick in.
“What…?” She was breathless, and the blushing of her cheeks told him she just realised her fingers were on her pussy.
“Morning,” he greeted casually.
Alisha stared in utter embarrassment. She couldn’t believe he was here! Her pussy throbbed, and fuck, her fingers were soaked with her own juices. Her breathing accelerated. How the fuck! Oh God how was a person to get themselves out of a situation like this? He clearly knew where her hand was and what she was doing. What she had been doing! Oh God did she utter his name? “Oh God,” she uttered, pulling her hand from her panties. She scooted her skirt down and rolled away only to have him stop her.
He pulled her back. “No. Continue,” he ordered. Alisha stared at him. He was fucking serious. She shook her head. “Continue or I will,” he threatened.
Alisha bit the inside of her lip. He was going to continue? No…she wasn’t ready for him to touch her. Wait, what the hell was she talking about? She had been waiting forever for him to touch her. Oh for fuck sakes. What the hell was wrong with her? Want him, don’t want him? She hiked her skirt back up and shoved her hand down her panties.
“Slower,” he ordered.
She held her hand still. She was going slowly! How much slower did she have to go? She didn’t like it slow. She liked it fast and hard!
Jariko narrowed his eyes. She was obviously not going to comply. In one move he was straddled between her legs. He removed her hand and straightened out her panties. “Watch and learn,” he ordered, hands grazing up and down her thighs. The shiver that swept over her beautiful milky thighs was gratifying. His left hand stilled on her thigh, and his right hand continued. He traced the edge of her panties and her breath quickened. Her thighs jerked and he wished she was bare to him so he could see her clit peeking out at him. He was slow and casual about it. First tracing the delicate fabric, and then doing a spiral until eventually his fin
ger rested lightly on her clit.
Alisha panted, a pained look on her face. “More,” she whimpered.
Jariko drew the spiral in an outward motion, and the protest Alisha gave him made his dick harder.
“Nooo,” she whined, reaching for his hand.
He grasped her wrist and held it still. “You asked for more! You didn’t clarify what more you wanted, Alisha.” He shoved her hand to the bed and his finger on her pussy shot straight to her clit and gave her a few rough strokes. He watched as her eyes widened and her jaw fell open and her hips bucked against his hand. His grip tightened on her wrist and his strokes quickened. Her breathing became rampant, and her face turned a delectable red as she struggled to reach her pinnacle. It was when she arched that he pulled away.
Alisha growled and glared at him. “What in the fuck!” she yelled. How could he do that? Her pussy ached and her stupid hips still rocked, waiting for him to put his hand on her.
Jariko cupped her pussy. “How many men have played with this pussy?” he demanded. He needed to know. Needed to know how many had fucked up in pleasuring her to not be able to hold out just once.
Alisha shook her head, her cheeks tinting a bright red.
Jariko raised a brow. “None?” he asked, hope rearing through him. He would be the first.
Alisha shook her head. “None,” she answered curtly, embarrassed that at her age no man had touched her intimately.
Jariko frowned. He backed away and the hurt in Alisha’s eyes pulled at his heart. “No man has ever gone down on you? Why?” he demanded. What man in his right mind would pass up sucking, licking, fucking, and devouring her sweet pussy? A stupid one, he decided.
Alisha glared at him, pissed that he stopped then proceeded to question her about past partners. She shoved her skirt back down and went to roll away, only to have Jariko hold her in place.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
Alisha snarled. “Get the fuck off me!” she yelled right back. Jariko growled and it sent shivers of desire through her. His grip tightened on her thighs and she was sure there would be bruises there tomorrow.
“Answer the damn question!”
Alisha jutted her chin out and clamped her mouth shut. He could go fuck himself. She tilted her head away from him.
Jariko grunted. That was it. He’d had enough! He flipped her over and yanked up her skirt, and the slap of his hand against her ass echoed through the room.
Alisha screamed at the sudden attack. The second slap hurt just as bad as the first and the third and fourth. The fifth though, that one was warm and elicited a deep groan from her. Her ass tilted upward and took his smacks. His hand thick and heavy, with every hit landing straight over her butt cheeks, some to just one cheek, then the other then under her ass. One across her thighs rent a scream from her.
Jariko held still, his breath huffing heavily from him. He looked at her flaming-red ass and guilt filled him. “Alisha…” Her name was but a whispered hush off his lips. “Oh fuck…” He rolled her over and hugged her close. “I’m sorry,” he chanted, grasping her hair and holding her close, rocking her poor beaten body. What in the fuck had he done to her?
Chapter Three
“Jariko…stop.”
He barely heard her whisper. He cupped her face and searched her eyes. She wasn’t mad, or hurt. “Alisha?” what the hell was going on here? She should be pissed! Should be crying and cursing his ass for daring to spank her. His insides burst with something he never felt before. His brows furrowed in confusion. What was going on with him? Her hands cupped his face and she stared right back. After moments of silence she cringed, her ass cheeks clenching.
“My ass is sore,” she whispered. Her heart pounded heavy and she didn’t want to be out of his arms, didn’t want to ruin this moment whatever it may be. “Don’t let go yet, please,” she begged, eyes on his.
His thumbs wiped away the tears she had shed. “You make me fucking crazy,” he uttered.
Alisha’s thumb swiped over his lower lip and her heart soared. She made him feel something. Although fucking crazy was not what she had been going for. “If it makes you feel better, you make me feel the same once in a while.” His chest rumbled with laughter and his grip on her tightened.
* * * *
Alisha hugged herself around him. The wind whipped around him as he drove his bike over the blacktop. The road curved this way and that. The trees grew denser the farther they drove until all she saw in her peripheral vision was dark green. She turned her head and rested her helmeted head against his back. She wished she didn’t have the stupid helmet on just so she could feel him closer, feel his heat. Her mind wandered, going over the morning. How he had held her close, apologising to her for spanking her. Telling her he would do it again. That he wanted to spank her and then fuck her, then love her up and show her how it should be. How a man should love a woman.
His words had scared her and thrilled her. Never had she shared her body with a man. She’d been so busy with school then college and training and then the missions. She had never felt a need to fill that ebbed desire in the back of her mind. Then she met Jariko Helder. Her body had gone on “need to mate with this man” mode and hadn’t shut off since. Her grip tightened around him and his hand gave her wrist a squeeze.
Jariko’s heart beamed when his home came into sight. He slowed the bike down and pulled up next to the old Ford sitting in the driveway. He waited for Alisha to catch her bearings and take everything in. Would she like his home? Its rustic beauty?
Her body wound around him at the sight of the large husky barreling toward them. He grinned, removing his helmet. He half turned, removing hers.
“Meeka,” he announced, turning back to the oncoming beast. His arms opened and he hugged the now standing barking dog.
Alisha stared in awe as Jariko hugged the dog, petting her down, rubbing her thick fur as she whined. “Meeka, good girl, you grew,” he commented, sizing her up. “Come, Meeka, say hello to Alisha.”
Meeka lowered and sat in front of Alisha, panting heavily.
Alisha grinned, slipping from the bike lowering to her knees. She held out her hand and let Meeka smell her. “Hello, Meeka,” she whispered with a tremble in her voice. This dog was huge. She assumed husky crossed with maybe a St. Bernard. The dog lunged at her, knocking her over and licking her face through her squeals of laughter.
Jariko growled. “Off, Meeka!” he ordered and the dog whined, backing away from Alisha. Jariko held out a hand, helping her to her feet. “You okay Alisha?”
Alisha chuckled, catching her breath. “I had a St. Bernard when I was small. Thing knocked me over every time it walked by.” She bent and hugged Meeka’s big head close. “You are a beautiful animal,” she declared, nuzzling her furry face.
Jariko was sure the dog fucking grinned. “Come on, you two, let’s see how Kyle’s holding up.” He laced his fingers through Alisha’s and led her to the house.
“Beautiful place, Jariko. Didn’t think you would live in a place like this though?”
He glanced at her. “No?” She was taking everything in. The trees surrounding his cabin, the cabin, and she even smiled at the flower beds.
Alisha shook her head. “I was thinking something in the city, maybe some loft with lots of guns and mirrors.” Jariko arched a questioning brow. Alisha grinned, removing her hand from his, striking a pose pretending to hold a gun. “You know, so you can play secret spy guy?”
Jariko snorted. “Do I look like a poser to you?”
Alisha stopped at the hurt in his voice. “No.”
Jariko sighed, taking her hand in his. “Stop acting all hurt, woman.” He dragged her up the stairs and swung the door open. “Kyle!” He bellowed out the name.
Alisha watched as a young hottie in blue jeans and a red and black plaid shirt came barreling into the room, a huge grin on his fair face. He hopped the couch and barreled into Jariko, hugging him up. “Jariko…! Shit, I missed you.” He hauled him up in a bear h
ug and Alisha backed away. Alisha frowned at the sight unfolding before her. Jariko was hugging another man and it looked really intimate, too intimate.
Jariko held Kyle at arm’s length and looked him over. He brushed his hand through Kyle’s shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. “Well, look at you, man!”
Kyle grinned and then his gaze landed on Alisha as if she had just magically appeared next to them. “Wow,” he uttered, eyes travelling the length of her.
“Alisha, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is Alisha.” Alisha held out a hand.
Kyle grinned, shoving Jariko out of the way taking her hand and pulling her into his arms with oomph. “Well look at this morsel of sweetness,” he drawled, holding her at arm’s length.
Alisha looked him over as he looked her over. She wasn’t sure what to think of this man. Was he a friend, a really good friend? She glanced at Jariko. He leaned against an overstuffed chair, arms crossed over his chest. “And how do you two know each other?” she dared ask.
Kyle looked at Jariko. “She doesn’t know?” he murmured softly.
Jariko shook his head. “No,” he answered just as softly.
Kyle released her and stepped back. “Is this a break her into it real slow, or can she handle it full on?”
Jariko released a breath. It had torn at his heart not to take him in a crushing kiss after not seeing him for months. “Alisha, Kyle’s my partner,” he drawled, watching for her reaction.
Alisha looked at him then back at Kyle. She frowned, confused. “Ah, no, I’m your partner,” she corrected him.
Kyle chuckled. “Ah we have to take this slow,” he decided, taking Alisha by the hands and leading her to the couch. “Sit. Jariko, you brute, get her a drink. No booze,” he ordered. The last thing this beauty needed was to get tipsy and try to comprehend that he and Jariko were lovers.
Jariko did as requested, and Alisha sat looking at Kyle and waiting for his big explanation. Shit, when Harley found out Jariko had a partner on the outside she was going to be fucking pissed. They all knew Logan, another member of the team. One they considered little brother to the team had partners all over the place, but they were contacts for his little geek club. Kyle was by no means a geek.
