by Vella Day
He couldn’t respond if he wanted to. He moved within inches of her then dropped to his knees on the floor. As much as he needed to impale her right there for his own satisfaction, he wanted to bring her pleasure more. Vic carefully eased her panties to her thighs and inhaled her scent. Home, happiness, and contentment assaulted him—all three helping to erase every ache and pain he’d ever endured.
His eyes must have glazed over or something because El stepped back and finished taking off her panties. “Lick me,” she demanded.
He glanced up. “You aren’t in control anymore. I say when I lick you.” Which was right now. Vic reached out and drew her closer.
“You always were such a control freak.” She smiled.
“Don’t deny it. You loved it.”
Wanting to drive her crazy, he cupped her pussy and slipped a finger into her dampness. She moaned, and as her fingers dug into his scalp, she tried to close her thighs.
“None of that. Spread your legs wide and let me take you to heaven and back.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Chapter Seven
Ellie should just get dressed and insist Vic crawl into bed, but damn it if he wasn’t turning her inside out. Tomorrow, she’d put distance between them but right now, she wanted to forget. Forget someone was after her, forget all the disappointment she’d gone through with this frustrating man, but most of all forget how happy she had been all those years ago. They were different people now, and she didn’t need any more temptation.
Then why did his breath on her inner thighs still ramp up her desire like nothing else? She needed to just let go for once and enjoy.
For the sake of her sanity, she would—this one time. The tension and pressure from these last months had made her desperate for some inner peace. Needing this release, she bent her knees, hoping he’d explore higher, but damn him, he didn’t. She understood his game. He wanted her to beg—but she wouldn’t. That would give him too much power.
Vic looked up. “Do you still like to have your sweet little clit played with?”
“Bastard.”
“I’ll take that to be a yes.” He grinned, leaned forward, and swiped his tongue around the outside of her clit, never touching the sensitive nub.
Knowing that one lick could send her toward her climax, she snarled. “I can hurt you, you know.”
He laughed. “Even with one good arm, I could take you. Wanna try?”
No. She didn’t want to chance injuring him further. “How about I suck on your cock since you don’t seem interested in taking care of me?” They always used to banter and challenge each other. It was their unique form of foreplay.
He shook his head and pried open her lower lips with his thumb and forefinger. Ripples of lust tripped up her spine as his tongue gently massaged her sensitive flesh. “Yes, oh, yes.”
She clenched her hands and dropped back her head. She wanted it harder.
Vic chuckled. Damn him. He always could bring her to her knees. Too bad the man had the willpower of ten men. At least he did when they were together. Since his extended stay in the hospital last year due to his burns, had he even had sex? Would he be weaker when she clamped down hard on his dick? She hoped so.
Vic stood, his body touching hers. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
His lips captured hers before she could respond. His right palm splayed across her back, his fingers curling against her spine. All thoughts of teasing him flew out of her head. Their tongues dueled, and with each thrust, her need grew. His cock pressed against her belly, making her wish he were inside her.
She broke the kiss. “Take me. It’s now or never.”
Throwing down the gauntlet was more artful foreplay, but Vic was different now. Did he still like it when their wills battled? Keeping his gaze on her, he backed her up until she was pressed against the outside door. The way he moved was feral and primitive.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.
She loved when he took control. Ellie looped her arms around his neck and hooked her right leg at his waist. The added weight would make it hard to jump up. “A little help, please?”
He smiled and cupped her ass. “My pleasure.”
With her back pressed against the wall he boosted her up with his knee and right hand. God, but he was strong. As much as it was wrong to think back to any of her lovers at this moment, she was positive none of them had been powerful enough to lift her like that.
Vic spun around and placed his back against the wall. She leaned back, hoping he’d be enticed by her breasts. Vic used to dote on them.
“God, but you are a vision.” He leaned over, and when he nabbed her nipple between his teeth, streaks of pleasure shot every which way. An unintentional moan escaped. It wasn’t that her sex life sucked, it was that Vic had spoiled her all those years ago.
Biting gently, he swirled his tongue in circles, and anticipation soared through her. Ellie pressed her feet against his thighs, lifted up, and then leaned back a few more inches to align her pussy to the tip of his cock. The pressure on her wet opening made her desperate for him.
Vic shifted his attention to her other breast. This time she leaned closer, pressing her breast hard against his mouth. He moaned then twisted and twirled the tip until she couldn’t take the waiting any longer.
“I need your cock.”
He let go of the tip. “You begging me to fuck you?”
She swore she’d never beg, but the overwhelming urge to have him consumed her. “Yes.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
Why was he drawing this out? She’d made love with Vic for years. “You’ll have to try me out and see.”
Desiring to help, she reached between her legs, grabbed his dick, and placed her pussy over the head. Before he could move, she plunged down.
Holy shit. Even his eyes opened in surprise. She’d forgotten how thick he was. Her eyes watered and her pussy pulsed. And that was from his cock being inside her only half way.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Vic withdrew an inch then edged his way in again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Emotionally or physically? What she wouldn’t have given if he’d held those beliefs before he went undercover with the FBI. “You won’t.” Only because she was slicker than rain on glass.
He slid his hand up her back and drew her closer as he glided into her wet channel. Her inner walls stretched, but with it brought a myriad of emotions and erotic sensations that electrified every inch of her body. Ellie shut down the analytical part of her brain and thrilled to the joy beating around her heart. She took the lead, and when she engulfed as much of him as she could, her pussy throbbed.
“Kiss me,” he said. He closed his eyes and parted his lips.
She’d never seen Vic this vulnerable before, but she liked this new side to him. Like a tide’s response to the nearing moon, she was drawn to him. She darted her tongue in his mouth, loving each lick and twist. It was as if he was her air and she had to have him to live.
He cupped one cheek and pounded into her. When his cock reached the end, she had to break the kiss. Ellie gulped in a breath as her arousal coiled, ready to explode.
Wanting to make this last as long as possible, she leaned back once more and offered him her breasts.
“You know my weakness.” Vic pounced again, licking and sucking until her whole body caught fire.
She was close to the edge. Just as she was about to lift up again, Vic lowered her to the ground.
“I didn’t come.” She sounded childish, but the depravation alarmed her. He didn’t dare stop now.
He switched places with her. “Turn around and plant your hands on the wall. That way my cock can enjoy your creamy pussy, and my fingers can love your luscious tits.”
When had he turned so sentimental? She wouldn’t complain. His cock always went in deeper when she bent over. She assumed the position and spread her legs wide. When Vic’s muscled chest pressed against her back, she absorbed his heat.
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bsp; Instead of taking her right away, he cupped both breasts with one hand and pushed them together.
“I love their fullness.” Vic rubbed his palm across each nipple, sending spikes of pleasure straight down to her clit.
“Don’t I get your cock?”
He laughed. “You always were the impatient one.”
That was true, but she bet he was trying to calm down from before and was biding his time so he didn’t embarrass himself by coming too soon. “Which is why you better put that cock in my pussy before I take her away from you.”
He laughed. “I don’t believe you could walk away, but just in case, I’ll grant your wish.”
“Smart ass.”
He chuckled. A second later, the tip of his cock nestled just inside her opening. Not willing to wait, she pressed her hips back. Vic squeezed her tits and plunged in.
“Jesus, El. You feel fucking amazing.”
When he pulled out and drove back in again, flames licked her insides. She lowered her head to draw in more air. As if a start gun had fired, the two of them thrust and pushed, her need out of control. With each foray down her pussy walls, bolts of electricity pricked every cell. Her climax teetered on the edge, but she wanted to wait until Vic was ready. If this was the last time they were together, she wanted it to be incredibly memorable.
His tongue licked her shoulder, and then his lips left a trail of kisses up to her ear. When he nabbed the bottom of her ear and tugged, she spiraled out of control.
“Oh, oh, yes!” she panted.
Squeezing her eyes to maximize the pleasure, she let him transport her far away. He drove in once more and then wrapped his arm around her waist, acting as if she was his cherished possession. As his cock expanded and pulsed to the beat of his heart, hot cum seared her insides. Stars burst behind her lids and she screamed his name.
As he held her tight, Vic said nothing, but his moans of delight were enough to tell her he’d been transported far away, too. For that one slice of time, they’d become one.
* * *
Charlotte didn’t believe her mother when she said Dad was totally fine. If he’d been that good, he wouldn’t have gone to the hospital in the first place, and the ER doctor wouldn’t have asked Mom to watch Dad for signs of a concussion. Not trusting either of them to tell her the whole truth, she only had one option—drive to Rock Hard. While it would only take two hours, she had to make sure she could get away for a week or two. No telling how much care her father needed. With the way Mom acted toward him, she might not be much help at all.
It had taken Charlotte an hour to get hold of her boss to tell her that she had to leave for a few days. Fortunately, they were finishing up with a client, and Patty said she could handle anything that came their way. Charlotte was lucky to work for such an awesome lady.
She’d been to her father’s place only twice, but on the last visit, he’d insisted she have a key to his house. He said there might come a time when she just needed to get away. She debated calling him to let him know of her impending arrival, but knowing him, he’d tell her not to come. Dad could be stubborn. Men like him never liked to admit they needed someone.
After waiting for her boss to give her the okay, packing, stopping for a snack, and driving carefully in the inclement weather, it was a little after one before she pulled into his drive. No car was there. Mom had texted earlier and said they’d be home sometime today, but she didn’t know exactly when. She’d taken care of him at her hotel room last night.
Charlotte parked, grabbed one of her two suitcases from the trunk, and headed up the front porch. The wind gusted and blew her long hair wildly, forcing her to rush to let herself in. “Hello? Anyone here?” She didn’t know why she called out. She didn’t really expect a response.
Dad’s ranch style home had three bedrooms. He’d already specified which one was hers, so she dragged her case to the room then returned to the car for her other suitcase, which she’d set on the floor on the passenger’s side. Head down to block the wind, she opened the door and attempted to lift her second case. Crimeny. It was a lot heavier than she’d remembered, and as she tried to tug on it, she lost her balance and stumbled backward.
Just as she almost righted herself, the car window shattered next to her head. Adrenaline swamped her. What the fuck was that?
A gunshot. Holy shit. All she could think of was to run as fast as she could to get the hell to safety. Zigzagging to the porch, she hoped whoever had tried to kill her was a bad shot. Her knees trembled and bile rushed up her throat. Oh, my God. This couldn’t be happening.
Charlotte yanked open the door and had the wherewithal to lock it. Without taking the time to check out the window to see if she could spot her assailant, she charged down the hall to her bedroom. After locking that door, she grabbed her purse off the bed.
The phone wasn’t in its usual spot. Where the hell are you? Come on. Come on.
Her fingers finally connected with her cell. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she fumbled to get it out of the side pocket. Once free, she pressed 911.
She paced as it rang and rang, her heart jammed in her throat the entire time.
“911. What is the nature of the emergency?”
“Someone just shot at me.”
“Are you injured?” The operator was almost too calm.
“No.”
“Are you in a safe place now?”
“Yes. I’m at 13406 SR 25 in Rock Hard.” She rushed to the bedroom’s side window, hoping to catch a glance at him, but this bedroom was in the back of the house. Damn. She couldn’t even see the drive.
“Officers are on the way. Remain in a safe place.”
Safe place? She looked around to find one. If she hid in the closet, and if this person broke in, he’d find her for sure. Damn. There wasn’t a safe place, but keeping out of sight would be smart.
“Is the front door locked?” the operator asked.
She had to think for a moment. “Yes.”
Charlotte ducked into the hall bathroom and kept the lights off. While it probably wouldn’t make any difference, she hid in the shower with the curtains closed.
Then her body began to shake.
Chapter Eight
When sirens sounded, Charlotte almost collapsed with relief. She stepped over the edge of the tub then pushed open the bathroom door to listen for footsteps. If the man with the gun had stayed around to see if she would come out to investigate, the arrival of the police would have him running.
The wails grew louder, easing her fears. Charlotte rushed to the front of the house and looked out. Two police cruisers and a red Jeep pulled into the drive. She unlocked and opened the front door, the wind momentarily refreshing her heated body. Men in uniform piled out of the cruisers, while a man in blue jeans and a brown leather bomber jacket stepped from the Jeep. He motioned them to check out the area then took the front porch steps two at a time.
Whoa. He stood a few inches above six feet, had light brown hair, cut short on the side and longer on top, and kind of looked like her dad in the muscle department. His face, however, was in a whole different league. Straight nose, classic cheekbones, and deep-set eyes the color of green glass. She shouldn’t have noticed his stellar appearance given the severity of what just happened, but it helped calm her to focus on something that pleasant.
He displayed a police badge in one hand while he offered a shake with his right. “I’m detective Trent Lawson. Are you Charlotte Hart?”
“Yes.” She liked his firm handshake. His palms were warm and slightly calloused.
“Any relation to Vic Hart?”
If he knew her dad, he probably knew this was his house. “He’s my father.”
“May I come in and take your statement? It’s a might cold out here.”
“Yes.” She showed him in. “I just arrived myself.” She slipped off her jacket and tossed it on the back of the sofa. “I’d get you something to drink, but I don’t know where anything is.”
H
e smiled and his face lit up. He was so hot. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m okay. May we sit at the table?”
“Sure.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
If her father were here, he’d have asked the same thing. Oh, shit. When Dad found out that someone had taken a shot at her, he’d go ballistic. His reaction would occur no matter what she said or did. Charlotte inhaled and told Detective Lawson all she knew. “As soon as I realized the sound had been a gunshot, I ran.”
“You didn’t look around?”
“And give him another chance at me? Hell no. I zigzagged my way up the steps, ran in, and locked the door. Then I called you guys and hid.”
“Smart.” He jotted his notes on his iPad. “Have you called your father?”
“Not yet.”
The detective pulled out his phone and punched in a few numbers. Did he have her dad’s number in his contact list? It made sense. Dad was a PI. “Wait. Don’t call him yet.”
He pressed the off button. “Why?”
“Because Dad was in a car wreck last night. Someone rammed him from behind and drove him down an embankment. I don’t want him upset any more than necessary. That’s why I’m here. To take care of him.”
The detective stilled. “Is Vic still in the hospital?”
This was getting complicated. “No. My mom’s staying with him at her hotel. But they’re divorced. She’s only here because she has a stalker and had hired my dad to find out his identity.” While he kept a lot of emotion off his face, she could tell he was struggling to put all of the pieces together. Then reality slammed into her. “Oh, shit. Do you think someone is targeting our whole family?” Until she’d listed the offenses, she hadn’t considered that fact.
“Anything’s possible. In light of your mother’s stalker and your father’s recent attack, we should consider putting you in protective custody.”
She didn’t want that. “After I see Dad’s okay, I’ll just drive home to Kalispell.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough.”
“What do you mean?”
