Endgame

by Mia Downing

  “He didn’t. He was quite crude and pissed.”

  She laughed, because Chase had too much military left in him not to be crude under duress. Handing her over to Aaron would be dire duress. “That sounds more like Chase.”

  “Lastly, there was an entire list of things I had to do—manly things—and if I didn’t follow them, he was going to snipe me from a mile away, off a busy street, out of a crowded room. Jake was going to just strangle me with his bare hands, and I could take bets on who got to me first.”

  “Many things, eh? Thinks like?”

  “Loving you, obeying, being respectful, no whoring. Things that make marriage vows look like a cake walk.” His smile was so sweet and gentle, just like him. “I love you. I want you that bad, Char. I’ll do whatever Satan says. Anything.”

  God, he really wanted her, Charlotte, not Amanda or Abigail or Ma’am. He wanted her. “You sure you want me, Aaron? I can’t have kids. Don’t forget that.”

  “Look at me, baby.” He cupped her face in his hands, trapping her. “I don’t care. I told you that. Priests don’t have kids.”

  “But you’re not a—”

  He silenced her with a finger over her lips. “I’m still happy just being an uncle. I have all these randy brothers waiting to knock up their wives. The Anderson family tree will live forever. If you want a baby, we’ll adopt. It’s as simple as that.”

  The doorbell rang, and he kissed her quickly. “I hear the sounds of nourishment.”

  They ate in the kitchen, her chair so close to his she practically sat on his lap, her eyes feasting on him as much as her mouth devoured lunch. The scenario probably made her look weak and needy, her wearing a cleaner version his T-shirt, needing to touch some part of him as they talked about his adventures with Steve. She didn’t care. Love was strong, right? He was a punk—she had to be strong to love him or she’d kill him. She just knew it.

  Afterward, he kissed her cheek. “You stuffed?”

  She sat back in her chair and sighed, replete in the stomach. She had other needs to satisfy, ones that craved a six-one sex god. “If I eat anymore, I’ll fall asleep when you finally take me.”

  “You want me to take you?” He gave her a wild glance, one laced with panic. “Chase warned me you weren’t very strong. I’m to be very careful with you.”

  “Chicken shit Anderson has entered the building I see.” She rose, arms crossed over her chest, desire flooding through her. “On your knees, punk.”

  He dropped to his knees and shuffled on them to her. He wrapped his arms around her hips, cupping her ass. “You sure you’re up to this?”

  “I’m not expecting you to pound me against the wall. Just take me to bed and make gentle love to me, the way you’ve begged across two continents. You think you can handle that?”

  The panty-melting grin came out in full force. “Will you move under me or just lie there?”

  She smiled, remembering what she’d said to Jake, which seemed so long ago. “I don’t have any rosary beads.”

  “None required.” He rose and scooped her up in his arms. “Jesus, still heavy.”

  “You should have run and worked out while you were having Steve bonding time.”

  “We did. You’re still heavy.” He dumped her on the bed and stepped back. He yanked off his shirt, his chest hair a fine dusting of dark brown as it grew back in.

  “Mmm, I was hoping for your chest hair to grow back,” she said as she scooted forward and ran a hand along the faint happy trail on his abdomen. “This leads to wonderful places, like a treasure map.”

  “I didn’t know you needed directions. You seemed to find things just fine before.”

  “The trauma has addled my brain.” She unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down over his lean hips. His boxer briefs went next, and he was gloriously naked in front of her, ready and willing. “You deserve a blowjob for your excellence.”

  “I thought you were pissed that I killed John.”

  She stilled, because that wasn’t where she was going with this. But the subject did need to be discussed. “Yes, because I didn’t want you to suffer for that, at the hands of your God.”

  She couldn’t resist and took just the crown into her mouth, sucking gently, enjoying his salty taste. After almost blowing John, she dreamed of holding Aaron’s cock again, tasting him to erase what she had to do from her mind. She glanced up as she stroked his hard length. “You’ve broken more commandments in the past month than most criminals in their lifetime.”

  He flashed her an indignant look. “I killed him so you could live. I don’t feel guilty taking his life. He hurt you so much in the past. He killed the baby you desperately wanted. He would have killed you and Jake. I’m good with whatever God has to offer as punishment.”

  “No one has ever killed for me. It’s incredibly wrong to find that endearing.”

  “So we rot in hell together. We can be greeters, like at the super store. We’ll hand out smiley stickers and name tags. ‘Hey, welcome to hell, orgy on the left.’” He shrugged. “It will be good, baby.”

  Her boyfriend was weird, but she loved him all the more for it. “If you say so.”

  His mouth crinkled in half a smile, but his eyes darkened with lust as he guided her head back to his cock. “Please, Char?”

  A good tremor shook her hand as she took him into her mouth again, sucking the length, her tongue darting over his throbbing veins, sweeping the droplet of pre-cum from his slit. She cradled his balls in her hand, massaging gently, marveling in the soft skin and dark hair surrounding the twin orbs.

  “Stop.” He tugged her hair and made her release him, though she moaned in reluctance. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

  “Where would you like to come?”

  Oh, the wickedness of his grin. His hands skimmed along her arms then dipped down to pull up the hem of her shirt. “Let’s get rid of my shirt. My, what a naughty girl, you were entertaining Chase and my brother with no bra on?”

  “Pervert. I had a sweatshirt on, too. And they’ve seen it all on many occasions. Neither are interested.”

  “Good,” he grumbled and dove in with his hands and lips, cradling her breasts, licking her nipples. Desire swirled higher in her belly, connecting the points of pleasure between her pussy and breasts. His teeth grazed first one, then switched to the other hard peak, the slight twinge of pain delightful. “Lie back.”

  She did. His hands found the strings of her panties and slid them down, over her hips, then off. He swung them on his finger and let them sail off, joining their other clothes somewhere. “Spread your legs.”

  She loved his voice, so deep when he ordered her to do his bidding. She obeyed, and he rose between them, his cock hard on her thigh as he sucked just below her breast. He lapped a path along a rib, then down her breastbone to rim her belly button. She wiggled, hoping he’d get the hint and go lower, but he grabbed her hips and pinned her down. “Be still.”

  She moaned, wanting more. His damned tongue seemed stuck making circles right above her slit. Her hands sank in his short hair—it hadn’t grown out—and she shoved him downward. “Damn you, lick something important.”

  “Damn you, be patient. It’s all important.” He kissed along the crease between her inner thigh and the good stuff that deserved the kissing, breathing puffs of heat across her clit. “Grab the headboard and pretend you’re chained up like a naughty girlfriend.”

  She did as he requested, her fingers grasping the wood, her thighs trembling as his mouth neared, then kissed, then turned—

  “I don’t think you’re up to this,” he decided from between her thighs, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on her skin. As a thumb reached the top arc, the tip barely brushed her outer pussy lips, sparking fresh fire to her core.

  She drummed her feet on the bed then inched her hips down a bit, widening her legs in invitation.

  “Well, that’s a pretty sight. All pink and wet, just for me.” He dipped his head and drew a line w
ith his finger along one fold. “Too bad you’re not up to this. All depressed and melodramatic. You should rest.”

  “I should kill you.”

  “Don’t make me find a gag,” he warned. Then his expression changed to one of serious contemplation. “I don’t deserve you, Char. So beautiful.”

  Her breath caught and tears formed at the reverence in his voice. He dove in to his explorations, tongue exploring her inner lips, then dipping into her tight core for a taste of her wetness, then back up to cherish her clit with the flat tip. One finger eased into her pussy, then two, stretching, pumping, pressing up to ignite the bundle of nerves hidden there. Over and over, his tongue made the rounds she enjoyed until his lips finally closed over her clit and he drew in, sucking deep.

  “Oh, stop, please,” she breathed, not wanting to come. Not yet. She didn’t want multiples. She wanted just one, when he came, too.

  “You can come again.”

  “I want to come with you. Please? Just one.”

  “I knew you’d like my idea of coming together eventually.” He swung up over her torso, supporting himself on his hands, next to her shoulders. His hips pressed against hers, and she arched off the bed eagerly, giving him just the right angle as he slid the head of his cock through her wetness. He bent to kiss her lips, his mouth possessive and demanding, unlike any other kiss he’d shared with her.

  Could she want something, someone this bad and survive the experience? The ache in her pussy grew to a fevered throbbing, needing to be stretched and filled. She bucked her hips again, encouraging him to slide home. He slid all right, but not in. Just up and down, across her clit, through her folds, the tip brushing her heated opening.

  “God damn you, just do me.”

  “I don’t think you’re doing well here. You’re all sweaty and look fevered. I think I should just stop.” He lowered his head and sucked her neck, nibbling.

  She let go of the headboard to smack his shoulder. “Stop and you’ll pay.”

  “So mean.” He let the head of his cock slide in, a mere inch, then stilled, kissing her neck again. “I think I’ll have to fuck you just a little.” To demonstrate what he meant, he gave tiny thrusts, popping in only the crown, then letting it pop out. “Hands back up.”

  She did as she was told, though she squirmed under him, wanting more than that tiny action. Her breasts rubbed his chest, the light hair there a new sensation across her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in frustration, knowing he’d just make her suffer more.

  “Feeling better yet?” he asked, thrusting a little deeper, but not deep enough for her.

  “I’m fine.” She decided to change tactics, to try to lure him with something sweeter. “Please? Don’t you want to claim me? I’m yours.”

  “You’ve got Aaron stamped all over you. Hickey here.” He kissed a spot on her neck. “Hickey here.” He kissed another spot. He caressed the underside of her breast. “Hickey gonna be here.”

  “I’ll show Chase and Jake. They’ll kick your ass.” The idea of him claiming her that way was dirty and sexy, though her boys would be pissed.

  “I’m kidding. I didn’t mark you, although I do want to write mine all over your body with my mouth.” He lapped at her breast, his mouth gentle. “You want a reward?”

  “Yes.” Maybe he’d fuck her for real now.

  “Look at me.”

  Her gaze met his deep blue, turbulent eyes. A current of electricity sparked between them, one that sparked her desire to a new level. Her breathing amped up a notch, as did his. He took her hands down from the headboard and held them at the sides of her head, pinning her.

  He slid his cock in, inch by inch, slowly stretching her pussy. His gaze never left hers, staring into her soul, owning that, too. Finally, he was buried balls deep, his pubic bone hard against her clit. “You’re mine. All mine,” he said on a groan and buried his face into her neck.

  His hips thrust, a slow, languid undulation that shot fire straight through her core to her belly. She moaned and arched her hips, wanting faster and harder, but he stilled, pressing down.

  “Be still,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue exploring her lobe.

  She stilled, and he picked up the pace, thrusting a little harder. Tentatively, she wrapped one leg and then the other around his hips, settling his hard length deeper inside of her. The rhythm increased, and she gripped his hands tighter, wanting so badly to greet each stroke. He’d stop if she moved, and the way her inner muscles quaked and quivered with each step of her growing orgasm, that would put it all to a grinding halt.

  Aaron’s breathing became more labored, his shoulders tense, neck corded, Adam’s apple bobbing against her collar bone. So close from the frantic few thrusts he gave before pausing, still between her quaking thighs.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, lifting his head to search her eyes with his. So handsome as his own need grew, desperation and lust clouding his expression. “Come with me, Char.”

  His plea ignited the flame inside of her into a fiery tempest that swirled upward. She trembled as the sensation built to a hot churning inside her core. Her inner muscles clenched and held, gripping tighter and tighter around his shaft, trying to suck the entire length of his cock plus his balls deep in her pussy.

  He groaned, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled, his brow beading with sweat. He thrust harder, slamming once, twice, and just as his hot cum jetted to the very depths of her core, she came, too.

  They both shuddered, Aaron moaning her name into her neck. She let go of his hands and gripped his shoulders, riding the intense, hot waves of joy, the pleasure intense, seemingly never ending.

  “I love you,” he whispered, panting. “I love you so much. Please love me back.”

  “You know I do.” How could he not know how she felt? “You would have been dead in the closet if I didn’t love you a little, even then.”

  He gave her a half smile. “But you’ve never said it.”

  No, she hadn’t. She couldn’t before, not with so much at stake. She swallowed, trembling. It had been a long time since she’d loved more than Jake and Chase.

  “I love you, Aaron. So much.” She kissed his cheek, his jaw, the side of his ear, his mouth. “You make me feel beautiful and complete, because you love all of me, just as I am. No one else loves me that way.”

  His smile was radiant. Infectious. He laughed and hugged her close, overjoyed. “You love me enough to marry me at some point? Be my bodyguard full time? I know you have places to hide the good stuff.”

  “You’d really marry me.”

  “If I marry you, you can’t kill me. Too many people know what a punk I am and they’d immediately suspect you. Lots of paperwork. Though I’m sure you would hold your own nicely in jail, you’d look horrible in prison garb.”

  “That right there is reason enough to marry you.” She hugged him closer. “I don’t want to kill you. Strangle you an inch from death, maybe. Make love to you, definitely.”

  Her phone rang and she answered it, only because it was Chase, and he deserved her thanks. She grinned at Aaron as she greeted, “Hello, dear brother.”

  “Tell me he fed you first.”

  She laughed. “Yes, he followed the rules for a change.”

  “I made your wish come true. Does that mean you forgive me for betraying you?”

  “Yes.” She fought back a wave of tears, all named gratitude. She’d thank him more thoroughly in person, but he deserved a little love for suffering. “Thank you for facing the general for me.”

  “You deserved it. I admit it, I was a pussy about it, and I should have stood up to him way back in the beginning. But you made me see how bad a friend and boss I was being. You deserved to be set free from your contract. Killing John means that cell won’t become active again, and you’ve done more than your share over the years. Granted, Aaron made the kill, so tell him this is his payment. He gets you.”

  “He’ll be grateful, too.”

  “We need
to settle things, though. Make it so you’re safe. A little plastic surgery. Maybe a little therapy? Maybe you won’t try to kill this therapist.”

  “I won’t.” She would need to talk to someone about her past. She’d need plastic surgery, too. All in good time. “I love you. Jake, too.”

  “You can tell him yourself, tonight. Kate and Tia are cooking at Jake’s. Tell me you’ll come.”

  “The punk comes with,” she warned.

  “Fine. See you at six, sweetheart.” She could hear his smile over the phone, the one that sparked that dimple of his and broke hearts if he was out in public.

  She set the phone down, and Aaron rolled and tugged her close. “How much time do we have before we have to hold court with Satan?”

  “Not until six.” She kissed his lips softly, feeling for the first time like her life might have a new purpose. A new path, one that started with Aaron. “Would you just hold me for a while?”

  “Anything.”

  “Will you tell me you love me again?”

  “I love you.” He shifted, holding her closer, his heart even and steady under her ear. “I’m going to want a blowjob later. It’s a lot of work to be well-behaved and not piss off Jake and Chase too much.”

  “Is this how our life is going to be?”

  “Yep.”

  “I think if you are well-behaved, you can go to the South Pole instead.”

  “Can we do both?” Why, oh why, did that grin have the power to melt her insides? “I’m a great negotiator, baby.”

  Charlotte sighed, one filled with happiness for a change. No one else dared to challenge her like this. Love her like this. She couldn’t love him more for it. She gave him a huge bear hug and whispered, “That you are, sweet punk.”

  Aaron held Charlotte close, so grateful, thankful. She was all he ever wanted, a woman strong enough to bring the punk to heel.

  He kissed her head and made his peace with God, thanking Him for Charlotte, her love, her life. Charlotte didn’t believe, but Aaron was grateful enough for them both. And yeah, he’d have to face judgment eventually for killing John, but he’d pay the price. A life with Charlotte would be worth it.