Dangerous Lines

by Moira Callahan

  “Good morning,” she said again. She could feel the huge smiled on her face as she stared at him. His eyes were hooded but a little glazed. It was a damn fine look for him.

  It didn’t last long. This time her only warning was the sharpening of his eyes to that of a predator. Oh shit. That was the only thought she got out before she found herself being flipped to her back.

  Chapter Eighteen

  His mouth landed on hers, uncaring about where that mouth had just been. Thrusting his tongue in deep, Vincent kissed her hard. Rhonda moaned into his mouth, her arms sliding up and around his neck.

  He couldn’t get enough of her. Lifting his head, breathing hard, he stared down into her face. Her lips were parted, a little swollen, and wet from their kiss. “Ro, I’m only going to ask this once, so be straight with me. Are you up for this?”

  Her lids fluttered open until she met his gaze. It seemed to take her a minute before she clued into what he was talking about. “Vincent, I’ve been up for this for days. I may not be one hundred percent, but no way am I letting you out of this damn bed without making love with you. So, get it together, and show me your moves.”

  Barking out a laugh, he kissed her smiling mouth. “You are so fucking mouthy.” He loved that about her. Hell, he loved everything about her.

  “Yeah, I know, but you know what to do about that, I’m sure.”

  “Damn right.” Kissing her again, he tossed the blankets off of them. He wanted, needed room to work. After she’d gotten him off, he also needed a little time to get things back up to speed. Not a lot given he was so starved for her.

  Slowly he eased the kiss, nibbling on her lips before moving to her jaw. He was gentle. She was still likely hurting a bit so he took his time. Carefully he nipped at her earlobe, enjoying the jolt of her body against his.

  “Vincent,” she groaned out his name.

  “Yes, sweetheart?” Moving his lips to her throat, he licked and nibbled down to her pulse. Settling his mouth there, he rubbed his tongue over it before biting gently. She jolted again, arching her back to press her breasts to him tighter.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  She was so sensitive. That could of course have to do with the fact they’d danced around one another for months, then the close quarters when they’d been hiding out. Rhonda was a naturally sensual and sexual woman, but this was more.

  Going lower, he cupped her breasts, nuzzling his face in the valley between them to inhale her scent. She smelled all woman, hot, and a little spicy. Like her temperament, he realized with a grin. Turning his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his fingers toying with the other as she wrapped a leg around his hip to hold him closer.

  Her hand went to his head, burying her fingers into his hair and gripping tight. She tugged a little even as she arched up, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he smiled as he suckled, using his teeth a little to garner another moan from her.

  “Like that, do you?” he asked. He was moving to her other breast, his fingers on the damp nipple, pinching it slightly.

  “God, yes,” she gasped out.

  “Good to know.” With a light flick of his tongue on her nipple, he took it in his teeth and tugged. She liked that too, if the expression on her face was anything. Her eyes went wide before she bit her lip and whimpered.

  He’d spend more time with her breasts later. For now he had another task in mind. Dropping open mouth kisses along her belly, he worked his way down. His hands smoothed over her skin slowly, stroking her, building her need higher.

  By the time he reached her pussy, his breathing hard and rough, she squirmed on the bedding. Rhonda was already rolling her head back and forth, her breasts rising and falling sharply with each frantic breath.

  Smiling, he spread her legs wide to stare at her. She waxed. Holy fuck that was hot. He hadn’t even realized that until right that moment. But she was completely bare, her pussy swollen and glistening with her need.

  “Fuck me, you never told me you waxed, Ro.”

  “You never asked,” she panted out the words. “For the record, I had it all laser removed a few years back since I’m not the overly patient sort who can sit through the torture of waxing every four to six weeks. Now, less talk, more action.”

  A perfectly valid point. He hadn’t ever asked her if she waxed, or did anything else down there. That would teach him to just assume shit, especially about Rhonda. Not that he really needed a reminder, she always surprised him, mostly in the very best of ways.

  Inhaling deeply, he groaned at her musky scent. She was more than ready. She was likely right on the edge. He could work with that, give her an orgasm or two, loosen her up, and then slide his cock deep into her for one more round.

  Fuck, yeah, now that was a damn fine plan.

  Vincent slipped his hands under her ass, lifting her off the bed slightly as he pressed a kiss to the top of her mound. She shivered in his hold, her eyes staring right at him as she waited to see what he’d do.

  Glad to keep her anticipating, he nuzzled at the seam between thigh and pussy. On each side he nibbled, pressed little kisses, anything to draw the moment out and push her higher. From her harsh breathing he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

  So, meeting her gaze, he slowly slid his tongue along her slit, flicking over her clitoris at the end. She nearly vaulted off the bed.

  In a quick move he threw an arm over her hips to hold her down. “Uh-uh, not getting away from me that easily.”

  “Vincent.” It sounded like a plea. One he took to heart.

  While he didn’t mind driving her to the extreme, he would never leave her to suffer alone. Spreading her folds open with his spare hand he put his mouth to her, and groaned. She tasted like heaven, rich, dark, exotic. Settling over her clit, he sucked hard. He wanted to get her off fast so he could enjoy lapping up all that silky juice she dripped.

  She grabbed hold of his hair, a sharp bite of pain, and just like a firecracker, she went off. Her hips bucked against his mouth as she screamed something incoherent. Only when she finally relaxed, both her body and her hold, did he return to licking her pretty pink pussy.

  Little shocks still rolled through her. He could feel them on his tongue as he lapped at her juices. Delving his tongue in, he smiled at the little spasms he could feel from her tight sheath.

  “Vincent, oh God, no more,” she begged.

  “Again,” he told her. She was shaking her head back and forth, but already her body responded to him. Pressing a finger into her pussy, he pumped it in and out. She was tight. God, that was going to feel good around his throbbing cock. Sliding in a second finger, he flicked his tongue against her clit again.

  Gently he bit her, watching her eyes go wide as she clawed at the sheets with her free hand. Pumping his fingers in and out of her faster he sucked on her clit, alternating between little nips and flicks from his tongue.

  Right quick she tensed up, and arching her back, breasts pushed high, she screamed out another release.

  Pushing up fast, Vincent clawed through his bedside table and found a condom. Dumping a few extra on top, he tore into one and slid the cool latex down his engorged cock. “Again,” he told her. Grinning when her eyes went wide, he pulled her leg up over his arm and pressed his cock into her still spasming pussy.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Oh God, he was going to kill her. Moaning as he filled her with that beautiful cock of his, Rhonda clawed at the sheets with her good hand, her other mostly useless. Vincent had already given her two mind-blowing orgasms, just with his mouth and fingers. Now, having his cock inside, she knew that neither would compare to what was to come.

  Vincent was on his knees over her, one of her legs up over his arm, spreading her for his invasion. And that’s exactly what it was. He looked like a warrior, conquering everything in his path with the harsh set of his features. He was as wound up as she was, yet infinitely gentle as he slid his cock in.

  He
r toes curled when she felt him deep inside, his balls against her ass, the hairs at the base of his cock against her bare mound. Breathing hard, she stared up at him. “Move,” she whispered.

  That was all it took to have him withdraw and thrust back in. It didn’t seem possible, but her toes seemed to curl in tighter. Panting desperately for air, she gripped the sheets under her as he began to fuck her, hard and fast.

  Over and over, he slammed his big cock into her desperately waiting pussy. She couldn’t believe she was ready, or even able, for another orgasm. But her body seemed to be on the same wave length as Vincent, eager and accepting.

  It was coming fast too. She’d never been pushed into an orgasm as quickly as with him. Never had two, let alone three at one go. She had a feeling she’d get many more before he was done. Something about the set of his jaw warned her he was going to push her limits.

  Which was more than fine by her.

  Then she arched, screaming out his name. Holy shit, that one had caught her off guard.

  Vincent just kept thrusting into her, pushing her through the orgasm, tightening her more with each thrust. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t come again, damn it. Oh! Apparently, she could.

  Head back, she arched even higher as a fourth orgasm ripped her to shreds. Only then did she feel Vincent shuddering against her, heard him calling her name. Then, and only then, did his weight come down over her, wrapping her up in his arms.

  Holy fucking hell. Rhonda couldn’t speak. She could barely think. Somehow she managed to get an arm around his neck, to hold him close. She was shattered, completely, totally, forever. “I love you,” she whispered.

  She felt his jolt of surprise. Yeah, she was a little surprised too. Talking about her revelation would have to wait though, since she slipped into sleep before he could say anything at all.

  ****

  When she came to sometime later, everything rushed back in. The multiple orgasms, the look on his face as he knelt between her legs, the fact she’d told him she loved him. Shit.

  She did love him, had for a while, but hadn’t been ready to admit it. She had though, in the heat of the moment. Maybe he wouldn’t hold it against her. Yeah right. Rhonda rolled her eyes.

  Taking stock of the situation, she found herself draped over Vincent’s chest. He was awake. She could feel him stroking her hair even though his breathing and heart rate suggested sleep. He’d been a trained soldier though, so he likely had a few tricks up his sleeve for feigning slumber when necessary.

  Rhonda knew, were she to lift her head, she’d find his eyes open. She would, lift her head that was, in a couple of minutes. First, she needed to get her head on straight and figure out what to say. Dropping the L word in the midst of sex wasn’t exactly what one would call smooth after all.

  “I love you too, Rhonda,” Vincent said. His voice was a rumble under her ear. “Had you actually stayed awake long enough, you’d have heard it then. Hell, I realized I was in love with you weeks ago, not that I actually clued in until we were back in the city. But, fuck,” he grumbled. “You tie me up in knots, woman. Always have, likely always will.”

  Rhonda liked that. It made her smile. She didn’t say anything. He knew she was awake and listening, so she’d let him keep talking, if he was of a mind to. Turned out he was.

  “Tamara figured it out,” he muttered.

  Huh? What the hell? And she hadn’t fucking told Rhonda? Narrowing her eyes, Rhonda made a mental note about payback.

  “She also tried to get me to tell you, sooner than later. I knew I couldn’t tell you before the op. You needed a clear head, no worries beyond Moreau, and telling you I loved you would just fuck up your balance.”

  No shit, she thought with a wince. And with his declaration going around in her head, she wouldn’t have been as aware.

  “At least Tamara saw the wisdom in that. She was even giving me tips on how to ease you into the whole thing. Not one of which involved making love to you until neither of us could see straight, but I won’t mention that to her. Then she threatened me.”

  Rhonda jerked her head up at that, staring at him. “What?”

  He nodded, a grin playing around his lips. “She fucking threatened my life if I hurt you. I believe it went along the lines of immeasurable agony for the rest of my life. She’s scary when she puts her mind to it.”

  “No shit?” she asked. She was still trying to come to terms with Tamara, sweet and wonderful Tamara, threatening a guy that was bigger, trained, and outweighed her by a lot.

  “No shit. She got this evil look on her face as she laid out the terms. Then, quick as could be, she was all perky and cheerful as she skipped off into the hall.”

  “Damn,” she breathed out. Grinning, Rhonda shifted so she could put her head on his shoulder and see his face. “I’ll have to ask her to replay it for me, see if she’ll admit to it.”

  “Doubtful, she’ll likely just get that innocent as could be look on her face.”

  “Good point.” Sounded like Tamara, too, which made it all the more credible. Rhonda just couldn’t believe her friend had actually threatened Vincent. Of course, turnabout was fair. Rhonda had ensured that Shawn knew not to fuck around with her best friend either. Not that Shawn had likely admitted that. Maybe he had though.

  Brushing it all aside, she lifted a hand to stroke a finger over his jaw. The roughness of his stubble was a sensual sensation. “Vincent,” she said softly.

  “Hmm?” He cocked a brow, his eyes watchful, hungry.

  Smiling slightly, she pushed up, threw a leg over him, and settled on his lower belly. His hands came to grip her hips as she leaned in to nibble on his strong jaw line. “I need you,” she whispered. Pressing her breasts to his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Again?” he asked. He was laughing. She could feel it through her pussy against his belly. “You are insatiable aren’t you?”

  “Mm, that won’t be a problem, will it?”

  “Hell, no.” His lips caught hers. In one moment to the next she was tucked under him, his hard cock rubbing against her thigh. “No problem at all.”

  “Good.”

  Epilogue

  As they sat in Shawn and Tamara’s house two weeks later, Vincent stroked Rhonda’s hair while she leaned back against his chest. They were cuddled up in a large armchair while the other couple snuggled on the couch. They’d just enjoyed a great barbecue, most of the food compliments of Mallory, and a bit from Tamara.

  Picking up Rhonda’s left hand he stroked a finger over her hand. She grinned up at him, and wiggled her fingers at him. She was quite enjoying being cast-free finally. Her hand and arm were weak but getting stronger each and every day.

  “Oh, here’s the news piece,” Mallory said. She was stuffed into another large armchair across the room with her fiancé Trent. Trent managed to keep her from falling out in her enthusiasm, kissing her soundly enough that she melted back into him.

  Chuckling softly, Vincent nuzzled Rhonda’s neck while the reporter introduced the piece. The screen changed, going to a shot of the courthouse that another reporter stood in front of.

  “We’ve just received word that Gabriel Moreau will be going to trial on all charges. These include kidnapping and torture of a SFPD officer, drug trafficking, money laundering, and several counts of coercion of city officials. Those same city officials are also now under investigation by the DA’s office. Charges are pending in all cases. Moreau’s trial is set to begin in three weeks’ time. Back to you in the studio…”

  Shawn turned the volume off and looked toward them. “There you go, Rhonda. He’s a goner,” he said.

  She nodded, relaxing even more against him. “Only thing now is that I’ll have to testify.”

  “It’ll all be closed off to the press right?” Mallory asked.

  “Yeah, it will be. Because I’m often undercover, it has to be. It’ll be all done in the judge’s chambers, taped, and then played for the jury with my face fuzzed out and
my voice modulated. Not even Moreau will know it’s me.”

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure he’ll know it’s you,” Shawn said. “Given you were practically in his face when Adam tossed him down, and cuffed him.” He chuckled softly as Tamara smacked his arm.

  “I know, but he’s not going to be able to do much when he’s in jail. Not with the restrictions the DA plans on slapping on him. Besides, there’s a lot of testimony that will be laid out at trial. He won’t ever see the light of day. Hell, with how this reflects back on the Colombians, he’ll be lucky to live longer than a few days inside.”

  Vincent stroked his hand over her arm. She was right. The Columbians would not be pleased to have their operation getting any sort of attention. Of course, that also meant that Yancy Barrows likely wouldn’t walking around for long either.

  He didn’t feel bad about it either. Vincent likely should, but he just couldn’t dig up any sympathy for the man. Yancy had placed Ro’s life on the line, unacceptable in his mind, so whatever happened to him was his own doing and deserved.

  “Did your captain ever find the mole?” Mallory asked suddenly.

  Rhonda gave a nod. “It was one of the file clerks. It’s amazing what they see, and hear down there or when they are moving through the building. She had a thing going with one of Moreau’s enforcers. When they had a falling out Moreau threatened her family, and sweetened the deal with a large bonus for each piece of information as long as she kept it coming in. From the sounds of things she was getting off on living the high life, even with the possibility of being found out. One of the other detectives told me she burst into tears when she was arrested. Then when that didn’t seem to be working in her favor went all cold, and demanded her union rep and a lawyer.”

  “Makes sense,” Shawn commented. “They are everywhere, and no one thinks anything of it. Did she ever give up anything on you in particular?”