Latvis Security Services

by Lexie Ray

  A loud, echoing moan escaped her when she sank a single finger deep into her. Mads’ knife scraped across the china plate with a sharp squeal and it forced a breathy laugh from Willow’s chest. Another finger joined her first in its next thrust. Her spine straightened and curled in a sharp whiplash of sensation. Quickly, she thrust a hand behind her and pressed her palm against the smooth surface of the table. She had to lock her elbow to keep herself from crumbling back onto the table.

  Mads swallowed thickly as he blindly reached out to take a sip of his wine. There was a light tremor in his hand as his eyes raked over her, trying to see every inch at once. The heat in his eyes grew, increasing to flood the room with a tropical heat. Her hand kept moving. Her fingers curling and stroking. Her thumb swiping over her clit, swinging back and forth, the steady rhythm driving her closer and closer to a point of no return.

  Throwing her head back, she released a stressed moan to the ceiling. Her hips began to rock in time with her thrusts.

  “Mads,” she gasped.

  His staggered cough was her reply. She spread her legs wider, desperate to hear that sound again, longing for it, needed it to tip her over the edge. Curl. Thrust. Rock. Swipe. Each breath grew heavy, strong, and solid until her lungs were unable to complete the task and she broke down into heavy pants.

  It took so much more strength that she had to lift her head. Her hair draped over her face, obscuring her vision of him as she continued to rock. Mads eagerly met her eyes and every last trace of her embarrassment was lost under a flood of need. She licked her lips and pressed deeper.

  “Mads,” she groaned. She tried to continue, to beg him to touch her, to tell him how much she wanted him, but it all just crumbled down until all that came out was a long string groans.

  His hand curled over hers and she almost sobbed in relief.

  “Yes.”

  Mads’ voice was a whisper but still as strong as stone. “Not yet.”

  His grip tightened until he forced her hand to still. She lurched towards him, her eyes narrowing as her lips pulled back off her teeth like a feral growl. Mads’ only reaction was smile that grew until the skin around his eyes crinkled

  “You are so beautiful,” he said an instant before his hand latched onto the back her head and brought her in for a bruising kiss.

  They lapped and sucked and bit at each other’s mouths. She tried to move her hand but he kept it solid.

  “Mads.”

  “I want you to come with me inside of you,” Mads said against her mouth.

  Her head feel back, exposing the long line of her throat for him to ravage.

  “Please tell me that you remembered to grab some protection this time.”

  She felt one of his hands drift away. It was enough to have her looking up again, eagerly searching for just a hint of the foil packet. The second she spotted it she pushed forward again. Mads staggered back a step, surprised by her sudden movement. Before he could get more than inch away from her, she had her hands on his belt, sharply pulling and tugging and ripping at it.

  “Come on, come on, come on,” she growled with frustration as the belt refused to cooperate with her.

  Mads moved the plates aside, giving her more room to work. Although, at this point, it wouldn’t have mattered to Willow if the whole house was on fire. The belt finally opened and she yanked it off of him so fast that it released a resounding crack.

  A cry of brutal frustration ripped from her when she encountered the long string of buttons that constructed his fly.

  “You are getting a damn zipper or you are going to make your peace with the idea of me cutting your pants off of you.”

  His hips twitched. His cock swelled and pressed against his pants with what had to be a painful manner. It made her smile.

  “You like that idea?”

  “It will definitely be something worth looking into on another occasion.”

  Pushing her hands aside, Mads quickly made work of button after button. Willow draped back over the table. Desire and need crushed and rolled over her like a swelling tide. She couldn’t keep still under the increasing storm. Licking her lips, she curled her back over the polished wood. Lightheaded, she lifted her head to watch as he roll a condom over his engorged cock.

  Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of it. It was thick and solid and perfect and she needed it inside her before she lost what was left of her mind.

  “Come on, please,” she moaned and rolled her hips.

  Mads finally touched her. He grabbed her ankles and once again used them to pull her over the table. He drew her closer and pressed her heels against his broad shoulders. Once they were in place, he began to stroke her legs, kissing at her ankles as if in apology for the rough treatment. Still, it didn’t stop his hands from becoming an iron-like grip on her thighs.

  They yanked her closer and his cock pressed against her opening. He pushed into her with one strong, hard thrust. Willow felt it along the entirety of her body and she bellowed out a scream that matched his own. Without allowing an instant for her to catch her breath, Mads began to drive into her, his thrusts hard and deep, reaching down into where her body had been craving him the most.

  Mads pushed forward, folding Willow in half until he could cup the sides of her neck, using the leverage and angle, finding the perfect pace that made her eyes want to roll back into her head. She clawed over his biceps until she was able to grab onto him with her own iron grip. His thrusts became harder. The table rattled. And Mads’ arms became the only thing that kept her tethered to reality.

  His fingers slid behind her neck, pulling her head up like she wanted to capture he mouth once more. But his pace and need made it impossible and Willow strained against his hold as a moan escaped her. It was followed by a thousand more, all tripping over each other, rising with every thrust, growing louder as he forced into her with reckless abandon.

  All of the sounds that left her sounded like his name upon her ears. Mads must have heard it too, because he continued on, faster, needier, hurtling her towards the edge of her release. His grip became steel around her and he yanked her up, folding and twisting her up until he could sink his teeth into her heaving chest. Willow screamed, locking an arm around the back of his head and keeping him held tight against her. Her release hit and the world whited out, lost under crashing waves of ecstasy, a crushing tide that continued over and over and over until she struggled to breath.

  Finally, it ebbed out, allowing her to suck in a deep breath as she unfurled out onto the table. Completely lax, boneless and floating free, Willow lifted her hands above her head and smiled up at Mads as he thrust into her with wild abandon.

  He lunged at her, half crawling onto the table so he could drive deeper. Harder. A few more untamed thrusts and he came with a bellowing cry to the ceiling.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mads threw another log on the fire and poked at it until the log sparked and released a billowing cloud. With the fire having taken a solid hold, he rose to his feet and retreated quickly to bed. Willow lifted the sheets as he neared, giggling with abandon as he crawled on top of her and settled between her legs, catching her mouth for an untold number of languorous kisses.

  “If you just turned on the damn heater, you wouldn’t have to keep getting up,” she laughed as he began to suck and lick at her neck.

  “But then I would no longer have my triumphant return,” Mads said a moment before he slowly licked at the swelling love bites she had allowed him to create upon her.

  Willow released a long moan of agreement to wrap her arms and legs securely around him.

  “I do like welcoming you back.”

  Their kisses grew lax and sweet as fatigue took them both. He slipped slightly to the side, not wanting to crush her. She had well and truly worn him out.

  “Mads?”

  “Yes,” he said after stifling a yawn.

  She mirrored the movement and resettled herself against the pillow.

  “Do y
ou still want me to move in?”

  He blinked, a soft smile curling his lips. “Very much so.”

  Willow nestled down into the bed and pulled the blankets higher up to cover her lower face.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay,” Mads whispered back as he allowed his hands to roam over her.

  She melted into the touch and her eyelids began to droop.

  “We can still look for them. Your parents,” she stammered for a moment, sliding closer to him before she continued. “I will understand if this is something that you need to do alone. But, if you don’t want to be alone, we can do it together. I’m sure the others will want to help, too. We could all go together.”

  His throat swelled at the words and he closed his eyes against the growing heat behind his eyes. “I would like that.”

  “Good.” Willow stroked her hands through his hair. “I want you to be happy Mads.”

  “You make me happy.”

  Willow’s face became brightened as a wide smile twisted her lips.

  “You make me happy, too.” After one swift kiss, she crowded closer. “We’ll find me Dimitri. I promise.”

  “Knowing that he is dying. That the idea of death terrifies him. It makes the constant ache in my chest loosen a little bit. Does that make me evil?”

  “Just human like the rest of us,” Willow said with a reassuring kiss. It was obvious that she wanted to move onto a happier topic, something lighter and more fitting for the wondrous night that had unfolded around him. It didn’t take long for her questing mind to find something. “Do you want to be my date for Daren and Rebecca’s wedding?”

  “Give me some time to think about it, Willow. It is quite a big step in our relationship.”

  She thumped him against the chest and he broke into a fit of laughter.

  “Yes,” he said. “I would love to go with you.”

  “Damn straight,” Willow replied. “So, do you have any comment about them getting married in Las Vegas?”

  “I believe it will be fun.”

  “You,” she said with suspicion. “And Vegas. It doesn’t seem like a normal combination.”

  “I am certain we can find some way to occupy our time,” Mads smiled. “Although, I probably should tell you that I have agreed to babysit Sophie while Daren and Rebecca are on their honeymoon.”

  “You and a preteen in Vegas? You’re right, that will be entertaining.”

  Mads pressed closer, using his body weight to flatten her back against the bed.

  “I will have you know that Sophie and I quite enjoy each other’s company.”

  “Really?” she laughed.

  “There are buffets that serve dessert for breakfast and a host of shiny things. She will be tall enough to go on most rides, and I have also found a business that allows you to crush cars with a tank.”

  “Oh.” She thought that through. “She’s going to love you.”

  “I know.”

  It still didn’t seem real when he leaned down and she rose up to kiss him. Without hesitation. Or restraint. But with open desire and need.

  “You know, they also do pool parties,” Willow mumbled against his lips as he pulled back.

  “I am certain Dwayne would love to take care of Sophie for a day.”

  “Brilliant,” she grinned. “Here’s the plan.”

  She allowed him a bit longer to settle once again before revealing the great extent of her master plan.

  “I am going to find a very scandalous bikini.”

  “I approve so far,” Mads smiled.

  She continued on as if he hadn’t spoken. “And I’m going to put it on in our room. And then, when you see me in it, I want you to act like you just can’t stand it and you rip it off of me.” Her smile grew wicked. “And we never see the party.”

  “We can still see the party,” he protested as his hand slid down her back.

  The touch didn’t stop her frown from forming.

  “The hotel windows will be one way. I am certain that we can get a room that overlooks the party. Then it will be merely a matter of making love to you as you are pressed up against the glass.”

  Her smile came back with a vengeance. “I like the way you think.”

  They settled into silence, simply staring at each other as the fire continued to crackle and winter closed in around them. Together, shrouded within the warmth of the bed, all of their problems seemed to be completely beyond reach. For perhaps the first time in decades, Mads felt at peace.

  “I love you,” he whispered. “You do not have to say it back—”

  “I love you, too.”

  The lump was back in his throat and he found himself pulling her closer, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Willow went willingly and that alone was one of the most maliciously things he had ever encountered. Everything else was well beyond his understanding. A gift too precious for him to even glimpse, let alone be given.

  “Willow,” he whispered.

  Her voice was thick with approaching sleep as she answered. “Yes, Mads.”

  “Thank you for bringing me home.”

  ~END~