by Laurie Roma
“Yeah, I’m just a fucking rainbow,” Rock grumbled. “I really wasn’t kidding, call this shit in.”
“Calling now,” Brett said as he pulled out his phone.
Tara turned to Julian and smiled up at him.
They had done it. Save the world with minutes to spare and none of her team had been hurt. Tara looked at Julian with love in her eyes, knowing that she would never find a man who could do what he had done for her. He had opened her heart, made her see that she was safe with him. That he would do whatever was necessary to prove his devotion to her.
How could she not love him?
“You saved my life twice tonight.”
He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “I have plans for you that require you stay breathing.”
“Oh yeah?” Tara asked playfully.
“Yeah,” Julian murmured as he leaned down to rub his lips over hers. He looked at the butterfly bandages on her forehead with a frown. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
Tara pulled back and sighed. “You have to get used to it.”
Julian didn’t think he ever would.
She smiled up at him. “You know what I’m in the mood for?”
“A cheeseburger?”
Tara laughed. “Well yeah, that would be good. But after.”
“After?”
She pressed her lips to his again and whispered, “After.”
Epilogue
Tara walked into the suite, setting the lock behind her. She had just returned with Brett, Adrian, and Rock from visiting Mikayla at the hospital, who was grumpy, but on the mend. When she was well enough, they would bring her back to Tara’s old suite down the hall to recover. She and Julian had decided that they would leave that suite open for special guests, actually shutting down the entire floor for visiting family and friends.
Two days had passed since they had taken down Hassan Sharif’s men and recovered the last of the mutated sarin. Tara was glad that Slade and Lucian had gone with the scientists, ensuring the safe delivery of the canister to the CDC where they were even now in the process of breaking down the formula to create an antidote in case something like this ever happened again.
She had left the men downstairs where they had decided to try their luck at one of the poker tables. Seeing Devon upon her arrival led her to retreat upstairs, where Devon said Julian was waiting for her in their suite. It amused her to no end that, since the day Tara had gone down on Julian in his office, Devon couldn’t look her in the eye without blushing. To see the big, burly former marine’s cheeks flush red was pretty damn funny. Not that he really saw anything.
At least he better not have.
Tara looked around the living room, confused for a moment, then she smiled. The normally pristine room was filled with so many large boxes it was difficult to see the walls. Back in Chicago, Shannon, Liz, and a few other agents had packed all of Tara’s things and shipped them out to her.
“Hi, honey, I’m home,” she called out.
A muffled curse sounded from the far side of the room. “Who the hell has this much clothes?” Julian asked as he squeezed himself between two large wardrobe boxes.
Tara laughed. “You’re one to talk. You’re just mad because you have to share that shopping mall you call a closet with me now.”
He sighed. She was right, not that he was going to admit that out loud.
“I’ve called my contractor to see how quickly he can convert the guest suite next door to our room into an extension for the closet and a large office for you.”
“Smart man. So, are you done for the day?”
“Yes. I thought I’d help you start putting your stuff away”—he looked around the room with such a baffled expression it was adorable—“but I have absolutely no idea where to begin.”
Tara approached him slowly. Damn he looked good in his jeans and black T-shirt. He always looked so handsome in his suits, but this…this was more her style. “We can worry about that later. In the meantime, I have another mission for you.”
His brows furrowed. “What happened? Is Mikayla okay? Is it the canister of sarin? Did it not make it back to the CDC?”
“Calm down. Lynx is fine. Slade and Lucian are back in Chicago and the rest of the boys are downstairs trying to win some of your money. Everything is good.”
“Then what’s the mission?”
Julian felt his blood heat when Tara sent him that small, mysterious smile that seemed to always make him hard in an instant.
“It’s a…private matter, secret even,” Tara said as she reached between them to work the button of his jeans open. “It requires skill, timing, and most of all…close contact. It’s dangerous,” she said, nipping lightly at his chin with her teeth. “We both might not survive.”
His breath hissed out as she pulled down the zipper of his jeans and her small hand shoved inside his boxers to grab a hold of his rock-hard cock.
“Mmm.” She chuckled. “It’s good to see you’re already cocked, loaded, and ready for action.”
Julian let out a laughing groan as his hands came up to grip the back of her shirt, pulling her closer to him. “I never was one to shy away from danger.”
“No,” she whispered, “you certainly aren’t.”
She rose onto her toes to take his lips in a scorching kiss. Their tongues tangled together in a dance that neither one of them could get enough of.
Panting, Tara pulled back and shoved him backward so he landed on the couch with his jeans around his knees. She grinned as she toed her shoes off, pulled her shirt up over her head and quickly divested herself of her jeans.
Julian quickly kicked his off to join hers on the pile on the floor. He lifted his hips up and stripped off his boxers so his straining erection sprang free. It was so hard it slapped against his stomach, the bulbous head ruddy with the need to be touched. The fucking thing was like a tuning fork, pointing directly where it wanted to go, straight into Tara’s hot body.
To his disappointment, Tara didn’t mount him. Instead she climbed onto his lap, keeping his thick cock between them so it rubbed against her stomach as she leaned in for another kiss. Her hands slid over his broad shoulders up to his dark golden hair where she yanked his head back so she could savage his neck with her teeth.
“God, woman, your mouth should be illegal,” Julian moaned. His hands gripped her hips hard, rocking her lower body against him in mimicry of sex. It felt so good when her skin rubbed against his shaft that he could feel the pre-cum seeping from the tip of his cock.
Tara pulled back so she could look down at him. She seemed hesitant for some reason, not at all like herself. Julian gently rubbed his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture.
“I want to try something with you.”
“All right.”
His immediate response made her smile even though her nerves were like live wires under her skin. “I want you to take me from behind.”
Julian’s smile disappeared and his big body tensed under hers to the point it felt like he would shatter with one hard tap. His eyes were tormented as they searched hers.
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you.”
Those three simple words settled inside him like the missing piece of his soul that he never even knew was gone…until now. It completed him, made him whole, and turned him on more than anything he had ever felt before. And what he saw there in her eyes made his heart ache.
She loved him, truly, deeply.
The love there shining back at him was something he never thought he would be lucky enough to find. She loved and trusted him.
She owned him, body, heart, and soul.
“Okay, we’ll try. But you have to tell me if it’s not working for you.”
She nodded.
“I mean it,” he snapped. “The second it brings up any bad memories, I want you to stop me. I won’t have you reliving that when my hands are on you.”
There was such comfort in his anger for her.
Tara reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight. His arms came around her in a gesture of protection that made her eyes burn. “I don’t think of anything but us when you touch me. That’s why I think this will work.”
She pulled back and kissed him again, stirring the passion between them to ease the tension. Tara swung her leg off of him then placed herself so she was kneeling on the couch, her elbows leaning on the back.
Julian stood up and moved so he was behind her. He couldn’t believe she would give him this. It was such an incredible gift. The last barrier between them. With this act she was proving just how much she loved him, and in return, he would help her heal.
Determined to make this good for her, he forced his touch to gentle as he stroked his hand over the dragon tattoo on her back.
“I love this tattoo,” Julian whispered. “I’ve never really gotten a chance to look at it like this before. Stay right there, sweetheart.” He held her hips in his hands, stilling her movement when she tried to shift.
Julian could feel her breath coming in fast pants as she lifted her head up a little, waiting for him to make his move. He gripped her hips harder so he could pull her back, rubbing his huge erection against her from behind.
“You look so damn pretty on your knees, baby. My cock is so hard that it hurts from wanting you so much. Bend over for me, just a little more. That’s it. Do you feel that? Your little pussy is soaking wet and just waiting for me to fuck my dick inside you.”
He used one of his hands to rub the head of his cock back and forth over her tight slit, spreading his pre-cum and her own juice around the folds of her pussy, preparing her for him. He pushed slightly so his cock parted her, the head of his cock filling her tight hole slowly.
Julian’s own breathing sped up as he fought for the control to go slow when all he wanted to do was ram himself inside her, over and over again until they both cried out in ecstasy. He wanted to hunch over her, taking her like a wild animal, but he couldn’t…not when it might bring back even a second of fear for her.
“You okay, baby?”
“More, Julian, give me more.”
“I'll give you more, baby. Don’t worry. I love fucking you so much. I thought about it all day. I couldn’t get any work done. How could I work when I knew my woman’s hot little pussy would be waiting for me when I got home? I kept thinking how good you made me feel. How good we are together every time we touch. You’ll love it this way, too. You’ll feel me deeper inside you. Shh, baby, it’s okay. Here we go. Let me in…”
Julian carefully leaned down over her and moved his hand around to her front so he could stroke her clit as he slid his cock deeper. They both let out a low moan as the muscles of her pussy parted until he was balls-deep inside her.
She was tight, so tight that he had to stop himself from spilling himself inside her before they really began. Holding himself still, he waited until her body relaxed around his steel-hard erection.
Tara’s body shook with the extreme pleasure of feeling him so deep inside of her. Instead of feeling trapped, she felt comforted, protected by his big body over hers. She sighed as one of his hands reached out to grip hers, tangling their fingers together.
She wiggled her hips and was rewarded by his low groan. “It’s good. So good, Julian. Keep going…Don’t stop,” Tara pleaded.
“Are you sure?”
“Do it,” Tara demanded, panting with her need for him to move.
Julian slowly pulled out of her tight, hot hole, pushing back in to start a slow ride as he began pumping his hips against her. He buried his head in the nook of her neck and caressed her breast, cupping it in his large hand. He pulled lightly on her piercing, making her moan before traveling back down so his fingertips could trail circles over her clit.
“Does it feel good, Tara?” Julian whispered against her cheek. “You feel so tight and wet around me. Your body holds my cock like your pussy was meant for me. Just me and no one else. Let’s get you to come first before I really start to fuck this pussy for you, okay? Come for me, baby. Soak me with your juices so I can fuck you hard like we both need,” Julian’s deep voice rumbled against her skin.
“Oh god, you fucking undo me when you talk to me like that.”
Julian’s laugh was wicked as he sped up the hand working over her tight little nub. He swirled his hips so that with every thrust he hit somewhere new inside her.
Tara’s body jerked as lightning struck and flames of pleasure burned her alive as she came.
Julian could feel the muscles of her pussy rippling around his cock. He rode out her orgasm, rocking his hips against her, rubbing gently on her clit to prolong her pleasure. The wait almost killed him until her body slumped down in front of him.
“You good, baby?”
“Fuck-tastic actually.”
He laughed. “Well then, I guess you’re ready for this.”
He gripped her hips hard and levered her ass up so she was angled perfectly then began a pounding rhythm inside of her, driving his cock hard and fast so that the room was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against her ass.
Minutes flew by as the pleasure of filling her with his throbbing shaft took over his mind. Putting a foot up on the couch next to her leg, Julian was able to power forward harder, faster, thrusting over and over into the heated depths of her pussy.
Tara clawed at the couch with her fingers, holding on hard for purchase as she began to shove back into him with every thrust.
“Oh god, Julian…I’m going to come again.”
“Don’t squeeze me like that or you’ll make me blow,” Julian ordered through clenched teeth.
“Do it, come in me. Give it to me,” she said.
“Fuck!”
Julian let himself go. Sweat poured down his face as he threw his head back and came on a roar. His body jerked over hers as he filled her with spurt after spurt of his hot seed. His hips still violently pumping into her as he felt her body clench down on him, her own release washing over his cock.
He collapsed on top of her, lying over her back. He wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her against his hard body until his heart slowed down enough so it didn’t feel like it was going to explode out of his chest.
“You’re crushing me,” Tara said on a laugh, making Julian realize that he was squeezing the life out of her in his embrace.
He released her and sat down heavily on the couch, pulling her into his lap so she was cuddled against him. “Were you scared at all, baby?”
She shook her head and grinned at him. “Nope. Looks like you cured me.”
He pressed his lips to hers and smiled. “Just remember I’m the only man with that particular cure.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me hurt you, idiot.”
“Your love words almost make me blush.” He grinned at her laugh. He loved her laugh. The sex had been perfect…except for one thing. “I like looking at your dragon while I take you like that. There was only one thing missing though…”
Her eyebrow rose in question.
“I like watching your face when you come.”
He was smart enough not to laugh when she blushed. His woman was definitely not a shy flower and to see such a feminine expression written clearly across her face touched him.
“Whatever,” Tara said, wanting to change the subject. “Are you going to feed me? Because I’m, like, starving.”
Julian reached out and grabbed the house phone from the table next to the couch. As he did, it shifted Tara’s ass in his lap, causing his cock to stir with interest again. He sighed. He would have to get used to what she did to his body.
Pressing a button, he waited a minute before someone answered on the other end of the line.
“This is King. Send it up when it’s ready. Thanks.”
He hung up the phone and answered Tara’s silent question. “I called an order in earlier and told them to prepare it when you got back. It should be here in about fifteen minutes.�
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“What did you get?”
“Delmonico steak with lobster mac and cheese with a side of onion rings.”
Tara smiled. “You’re so good to me.”
“I want to be,” Julian whispered.
Tara sobered as she saw the sincerity on his face. “You are. Truly, Julian, you’ve changed my life. Being with you…well, it makes me better. You fill a hole inside me that I never even knew I had.”
“Tara…”
She kissed him softly before pulling back to look at him again. “I thought I was living, but really, I was just getting by. I think I started living the day I met you. I love you.”
His arms tightened around her waist. “I’ll never tire of hearing it from you. You own my soul, Tara. I’ll love you beyond forever.”
“Show me.”
Julian rolled over and took her underneath him onto the couch. It was nearly an hour later that either of them thought about food again.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.
An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down-and-dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at [email protected].
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