Wreaking Havoc

by Angel Steel

  This shouldn’t have happened! But it did, and it’s my fault!

  If only I stayed the whole night and woke beside her, and told her that her father knew about me, and told her exactly what was said between me and Tank. She would’ve been pissed slightly, yes, but not this much which resulted in her driving away.

  And this wouldn’t have happened!

  I shouldn’t have ignored her, and left her alone when she woke this morning. But I did! After she told me, ‘I love you,’ I waited till she was asleep, and ran like a damn coward.

  She told me she loves me!

  Love! She can’t feel that for me.

  Nothing good will come out of this, with the way she’s feeling about me. But I can’t stop what I’m starting to feel for her either.

  I can’t tell her what I was saying to Tank. Besides me, only five other team members know about Amelia, Chopper and Torch knowing about us. Tank isn’t privy to the information. I made the decision to leave that information out. The reason I did – something doesn’t sit right with him. He’s too eager to bring Chopper in. And it’s bugging the shit out of me why he is. Hence the reason why he doesn’t know that Amelia knows about me. If she knew all this, she wouldn’t have walked away and gotten in her truck at the time she did and be here now in this situation with me.

  Motherfucker!

  I put her in danger!

  I pushed her away and into this!

  I nearly killed her!

  I stumble forward, and still.

  I feel Amelia’s hand on my forearm. “Zane,” she voices.

  Shaking my head. “I’m good,” I reply with a mumble, not looking at her.

  Amelia’s hand drops from my forearm and I begin to walk again.

  I nearly killed her! My gut twists at the thought.

  My heart tightens in chest. It’s like someone has their hand wrapped around it and repeatedly squeezes it in their grasp. Gritting my teeth through the bearable pain, she’s made her way into my heart. Something that was never meant to happen.

  But it has! I am falling for her. Feelings I shouldn’t be having for someone on a mission. A mission that will end and I will leave as always. I never stick around once a mission is completed. There is no reason for me to stick around… ever. This is me. Jumping from one place to another. No time for relationships. No time to make new friends or to fall for someone. I get my job done, with a little side action and move onto the next mission. Till now!

  I want more of her. My heart is fighting against me, with each beat, fighting against the one thing I shouldn’t want, and that is her, completely.

  We slowly begin to climb up the side of the hill close to the safe house. Once at the top, I wait till Amelia is beside me and give her a moment to catch her breath. I step in front of her and begin descending down the other side. I feel her hand grip my shirt as she steps in behind me.

  Reaching the bottom, she drops her hand from my back and stays a step behind as we make our way along the side of the dirt road leading to the house. I sigh in relief when it comes into view. My pace quickens as I approach the house and then stop once I’m right in front of it and wait for Amelia to catch up.

  The wood creaks under my feet as I step up the stairs and stop in front of the door and grip on the handle to turn it. My body sags relieved that the door opens. Stepping aside I let Amelia walk in and follow closely behind. Closing the door I head to the kitchen and to the phone I know will be on the bench and dial the only number I need to. Turning my back to Amelia, I wait for the line to pick up.

  “Status,” comes over the line.

  “Alive, minor injuries, need a team brief,” I reply.

  “ETA one hour.” I end the call before Masen can and lean against the bench.

  “I need a shower,” Amelia says behind me. Pushing away from the bench I turn and walk to her. I lift her chin up, her eyes close as I glance over her face. I zero in on the blood seeping from a small gash at her hairline. Light bruising is covering her right cheek and more blood is smeared along her neck. I push her hair out of the way and curse at the deep gash on her neck where the seatbelt obviously cut into her skin.

  “You need medical treatment.” I spin around and stomp toward the bathroom.

  “A hot shower will help, Zane,” she says from behind as she follows.

  I stop suddenly and face her. “No, whoever did this to you, needs to die,” I growl.

  A slight smile covers her lips as she steps up in front of me and raises her hand to my cheek. “I want to hurt them as much as you do, but it doesn’t help right now.” She steps around me and walks into the bathroom and begins removing her clothing not caring that I’m standing there watching as each piece she removes drops to the ground. Taking a step into the bathroom, a growl slips past my lips at all the marking that are covering her beautiful skin. She ignores me and closes the glass door and leans against the tiled wall resting her head against it as the water cascades over her body.

  I don’t move from where I’m standing as she shifts to stand fully and grabs the soap and begins rubbing it over her wet body. She turns her back to me as she slides further under the water. Licking my lips as trail after trail of water slides down her back. I grip my dick through my jeans, squeezing the tip and moan as she bends over and slides her hand down her leg. I stand still, closing my eyes and pinching the head of my dick to the point of pain, pushing the lust down and focusing on what we just went through. I hear the shower door sliding on the metal rail until it stops, and a hot gush of air hits me straight on, then a wet hand grips my forearm pulling my eyes open and looking down at that hand.

  Amelia stands in front of me dripping wet, with a slight shimmer covering her body as she looks into my eyes.

  How am I going to leave her after our assignment is terminated?

  Easy! I think. The best way I know, push all my emotions for them away and move forward. Walk away and continue my life as if they mean nothing to me. This is my life. Not anyone else’s. And this is the reason why I can walk away from anyone. Even if I can’t push my emotions away from them, I still walk away and remove myself from their lives.

  “Zane?” her voice comes across in a whisper.

  Her beautiful gray eyes gaze up at me, as her thumbs slides over my wrist. I take the remaining step between us, pushing my body flush against her wet body. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I step her backward until she’s in the doorway of the shower and I step back. Pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it over my shoulder then reaching down and unbuttoning and sliding my jeans down my thighs, I grin slightly as Amelia’s eyes widen as she stares at me. I step out of my jeans on the floor, ignoring my hard dick as I step forward and into the warm water.

  I lean closer into her, I raise my hand and encase her left cheek in my hand and lower my lips to hers. I dart my tongue into her inviting mouth and moan as her lips wrap around my tongue. Her body slides against my own, rubbing her wet frame over mine. I hold back a groan and stand still not wanting to encourage her further as my lips leave her lips and skim over her cheek and down her neck, nibbling softly in my wake.

  She wobbles slightly in my grip. I pull back suddenly and search her eyes. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  She smiles up at me. “Yes,” she murmurs, and then she pulls my lips back down to hers again. I know what’s happening now and I can’t go any further, although my cock had other ideas. I need to make sure she is okay.

  I pull my mouth from hers panting, as I watch her tongue sneak out and lick her lips, moistening them in slow motion. I squeeze my fists together holding myself back not wanting to hurt her more than she already is. I reach for the soap and turn my back on her and quickly wash myself. Once done, I rinse off without looking at her and not a word is said then I step out and away from the temptation of her naked and wet standing in the shower.

  I swiftly dry myself and wrap the towel around my waist and step back to her with an extra towel, open and ready for her to step into. I stare a
t the wall beside me not wanting to get a glimpse of her naked yet again. I’m fighting it, just barely. I want her and badly. My dick is throbbing under the wet towel as it rubs against my flesh, keeping it hard.

  I can feel her eyes on me, once the towel is covering her. I face her and pick her up, ignoring her gasp and step over to the sink and place her down on it. I spread her thighs and step between them, not focusing on the towel that slides further up her mouth-watering creamy thighs. I swallow the groan and grab her chin gently and lift the swab up to her hairline.

  “This is going to sting,” I say moments before I dab the swab over the gash on her head.

  She sucks in a breath, pushing her chest out against my own, as her eyes squint shut at the pain. Her hands grip the front of the counter, her knuckles white from the hold as I pull away the swab and then apply two butterfly strips pulling the skin tightly together.

  I move to her neck. The gash is deep and nasty. Tilting her head to the side I press down slightly and curse when she flinches. A single tear falls from the corner of her eye and slides down her bruised cheek. Removing the swab, I reach over and grab a gauze and apply it as gently as I can over the wound. Not taking my eyes from her, I reach for the jar by the sink and raise it to her. “This will help with the bruising,” I say as I lean closer and apply some to her cheek and around the gash on her head. Her shoulders sag slightly and she closes her eyes again.

  I continue to rub the cream until I’ve covered the bruises I can see and place the jar back on the counter. I wrap my arms around her shoulders pulling her into me and rest my head on top of hers. Shifting my hips adjacent to hers, then her legs enclose around my hips pulling me into her body.

  I feel the heat coming through the towel as she shifts slightly in my hold. My hips move automatically against her, knowing where they want to be. A moan slips past her lips as she leans back slightly against the mirror and I watch as her pupils dilate. I fist the towel at her hips as her heel runs along my thigh, pulling me in more.

  I lean forward and rest my head on top of hers. “Amelia,” I hiss when I feel her hands at the front of my towel, slowly undoing it. My hand shoots out stopping her from going any further.

  “You need to rest after hitting your head,” I say as I step backward away from her.

  Her thighs hang open where they land as I shift back. Her chest rises and falls quickly as her breathing has picked up pace. Her hand grips the front of her towel and pulls it apart gracing me with her naked body and then she drops it and it falls down onto the counter.

  “I can rest later,” she purrs.

  “Shit, Amelia,” I growl, watching her hand slide down and stop at her nipple where she begins circling it with the tip of her finger.

  “The only place I hurt now is here,” she says as she slides her hand down over her breast, over her stomach and stops at her pussy. Her fingers move slightly as my eyes glue there, and then she opens herself to me and slowly starts to circle her clit, right in front of me. I groan as her fingers fasten over her clit. Her breath catches several times as her fingers slide over her sensitive flesh. I step forward not able to take it anymore and drop to my knees right in front of her and breathe her scent in. It’s intoxicating. “Please,” she pants, shifting herself forward closer to my mouth, opening her legs wider for me.

  I tease her by kissing my way up her inner thigh.

  “God damn, Zane, will you please touch me already,” she hisses through her teeth.

  I hold her thighs apart and lean forward tracing over her fingers as they speed up over her throbbing clit. I latch onto her clit, pulling it between my teeth holding it there as I flick the tip of my tongue over it. Her body jolts against my mouth, gripping her hips in my hand and pulling her to the edge of the counter, I never taking my eyes from hers. Her breathing picks up and I know she’s close.

  My hands slide to her thighs massaging them as she begins to rock against my mouth, running her pussy back and forth over my tongue. Wrapping my teeth around her clit, she gasps at the pleasure and her sweet moans echo through the bathroom driving my lust further.

  “Zane,” she moans as my thumb rubs in circles at the top of her thigh. Her back arches against the mirror. “I’m gonna come.” She arches her hips into my face.

  I slide a finger into her core and moan as she grips me tight. “Fuck,” I groan. My pace quickens as she rocks with them. Twisting my wrist, I push deeper, rubbing over the tiny ball of nerves. “Fuck Amelia, you are so wet, baby.” I place another finger inside of her while still licking her clit. Her hands grip my hair pulling me in more. Growling against her flesh, I nip and suck a little harder as my fingers slide faster in her depths. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, opening her up more to me, I rip my mouth from her clit and bite on her exposed thigh, while pumping my fingers inside her pussy and circling her clit with a slight pressure. Her thighs begin to shake and I know she’s right there.

  “Oh shit, Zane,” she cries out as she pulls at my hair and pins my head between her legs.

  I quickly shift my mouth back to her clit, licking in slow tortuous glides while tasting the sweet essence leaking from her body as she falls apart in my hands. I grin as her body continues to convulse around my fingers and mouth. Sitting back on my heels, I slowly pull my fingers from inside her and raise them to my mouth, sucking her juices clean, not taking my eyes from hers.

  “Wow,” she pants. Her head resting on the mirror, eyes closed as she tries to get her breathing under control.

  Standing up, ignoring my hard cock pushing up against the towel around my waist and lift her from the counter and walk back into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She looks up at me and reaches out her hand to the front of my towel, but I step back away from her wandering hand. I turn my back to her and walk to the bathroom grabbing a glass of water and two ibuprofen tablets and move back to where she’s lying on the bed, handing both the glass and pills to her.

  “This will help with the pain,” I mumble.

  She sits up slightly, frowning and swallows the pills with the entire glass of water. “Um, I can help with that, Zane. It looks kind of painful behind the towel,” she whispers, licking her lips as she stares at my erection.

  I re-arrange my cock and step back away from the bed. I want nothing more than to bury myself between her thighs, but after what has happened this is all I’m allowing myself to give her right now.

  “No, that was for you, Hellcat.”

  I turn around and grab my jeans and pull them on, ignoring my erection as it strains against the front of the denim. Spinning around, I curse at the look covering her face and rub my hand over the back of my neck. I step forward once, ready to say what I need to, but I’m stopped when the front door opens and three taps on the wall tell me the team is here.

  “Who’s here?” Amelia asks as she pulls the sheet over her naked body, holding it tightly to her chest, looking toward the door.

  “My team. I need to brief them on what’s happened.”

  “Oh, okay.” She continues to stare at the door.

  “Amelia, you’re safe here, with me and my team. Nothing, and I mean nothing will happen to you while I’m here with you,” I tell her, needing to reassure her.

  “I know,” she whimpers.

  Another tap on the wall tells me the team is getting impatient. I turn and head toward the door. Glancing over my shoulder to where Amelia is lying on the bed. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? I’ll just be down in the office. If you need anything, that’s where I’ll be.”

  She nods her head without a word said. I take one more glance at her and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me. Walking down the hall toward the office, they need to find out who the hell was in that SUV and why the fuck they wanted us dead. I’m not allowing anyone to die on this mission. If that was to be the case, then it would be me that would die before Amelia or any of my team did.

  But I wasn’t going down without a fight… a fight that I will contin
ue till my last breath.

  It was around 3:30 a.m., by the time I got back to the room. We eventually found out several hours in from one of the undercovers working on a case up north that word got to the gang he had infiltrated, that Carlos was the one that put out a hit on Amelia. It was only meant to scare her. That’s what they were told, but they went way further than that and nearly killed her. That’s all we know. What I really want to know is why the hit was on her? That part still has me baffled.

  After stripping my clothes and sliding in behind Amelia’s body, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. I need to feel her near me. The feel of her warm skin on mine, each one of her breaths as she inhaled and exhaled over my arm, her heart beat as it thumped against my hand as I held onto her from behind. She was very much alive.

  Only just though! If I wasn’t with her, at the time of the crash, would she have survived it? I shift closer behind her till I’m practically on top of her and drape my leg over hers. I don’t want to think about what really could’ve happened if I wasn’t with her in her truck. Amelia shifts in my hold and pushes her ass back flush against me. I groan when she wiggles a little then continues to snore. My dick begins to harden knowing where it would rather be. I push the desire down for her and close my eyes listening to her breathing lightly and within no time I fall asleep.

  I’m woken the next morning with laughter coming from outside of the bedroom. Glancing around the room I don’t find Amelia. I jump from the bed, grab my jeans and hop across the floor as I pull them up and walk out toward where the noise is coming from.

  I round the corner and step into the kitchen and spot Masen and Amelia sitting at the table talking. Rosko is leaning against the counter facing them while Shelia is over at the stove flipping something in a pan. I stroll in and over to where Amelia is and sit down beside her.

  She turns my way. “Morning,” she says with a smile.

  I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her forward until my lips are on hers. She parts them slightly, allowing my tongue to enter. She moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss, her hand drops to my leg and grips my thigh as I pull my mouth from hers and begin to kiss down her neck.