by Billi Jean
As she grew more determined, she tightened her hand on his dark erection the way he loved, rubbing just up and over that spot underneath the flared head. Slowly, keeping his gaze locked with hers, she released him and reached for his shirt. His stomach tensed under her hands as he prepared for the passion she knew would explode between them. The buttons of his shirt came free easily enough, then she teased him by licking from his tight navel to that rough patch of golden hair on his chest. Stroking his cock faster and harder, she sucked one hard nipple in her mouth.
His muffled groan covered by a cough thrilled her.
In the background, Will was still talking strategy with him, but she knew none of that mattered. Life had given her a second chance. Us a second chance.
When she knew David was dying for more, she stopped her strokes and squeezed until he bit back a moan only by covering it by clearing his throat Oh yeah, he was primed. If she had to guess, he was close to coming already. Not waiting on more, she went back down, sucking on his skin as she did so he shifted impatiently and half muttered, half grunted replies to Will.
“Yeah, I guess you’re supposed to make them believe you’re a happily married couple.”
She smiled at that. They wouldn’t have to make anyone believe anything that wasn’t true. With that thought in mind, she licked out, slowly catching the drop of pre-cum on her tongue then treating the rest of his heavy cock like a Ben & Jerry’s soft serve. David caught hold of the counter.
“It is a nice place, isn’t it?” she asked, feeling like a bit of teasing was necessary. It had been months since she’d tasted him and made him shudder in pleasure. She wanted him to always know they shared this—the sex, the fun, the…love.
He blinked and she heard Will say, “Have you been there long?”
“No, just got in. Made it to the kitchen, though,” David said, his voice coming out deeper from the passion simmering between them.
“Ah, is that so?” Will asked, then laughed. “I bet you did. Try to treat her right.”
“Believe me, I am.” David bit his lip.
Paris smiled, and as David’s face darkened with passion, she kissed along his tight scrotum. She’d discovered he loved it when she licked lightly along the supersensitive skin. He made a strangled sound and tightened his hand on the counter until his knuckles turned white.
“Hey, check in on your progress, man, we gotta go—”
She sucked the left side of his sac until the ball slipped into her mouth. Gently, but not too gently, she tugged on the flesh then teased it with her tongue. David’s hand went for her head and he nearly dropped the phone putting it on the counter in a rush.
“Right, good luck, I heard this doc is one of the best,” Will said. “Paris, try not to spoil him too badly.”
As soon as Will disconnected, David hauled her up to her feet, turned her, and all six foot three inches of aroused man plastered himself to her back. He also frantically tore at her jeans. She heard a rip, but it didn’t matter. A second later he was panting in her ear.
“God, you’re a dream come true,” he groaned. “Let me in, princess. I need you.”
He didn’t wait for a reply, but bent her over, legs as wide as her jeans at her ankles would allow, and thrust. The first thick slide made her curl her toes and grip the edge of the counter to keep from crying out.
He wrapped his arms around her for support and breathed in her ear. “Tell me, tell me, Paris. Anything you want. I’ll give it.”
“Harder, David, I want to feel you tomorrow, when you’re gone, I want to know you were there, here.” She dragged his hand down to her pussy.
He thrust harder, rocking her in his arms with the force of his hips. Only once before had he made love to her like this, and she had felt him for days afterward. This time, she wasn’t losing him.
“Again. More,” she breathed, arching her butt.
“Always. Tomorrow you won’t be able to walk without feeling me,” he warned. His words and tone sent a shiver rippling down her breasts, past her stomach, and right to where he pushed in and pulled out of her so frantically. He kept the pace up, making her wetter and wetter for him. The sounds of their love making filled the room. It was so hot, especially with cold marble counter under her cheek and his hot heavy breath in her ear, she began to feel her orgasm building.
“Love you, Paris.” He tightened his hold on her hips and, with a heavy groan, kissed her shoulder, whispering her name as he shuddered over her. She moaned and burst into a climax that kept going as he filled her with pulses of warmth.
When they could breathe again, David pulled free, turned her and picked her up. His pants were still on, she knew, but she also knew he wasn’t letting that slow him down.
“David, your leg!”
“Princess, my leg can support you, believe me. I think we’re going to have a long, long night. Did you have your Wheaties today?”
She kissed his lips and hugged him to her breasts. Somewhere along the way she’d lost her shirt. “I did. Did you?”
He laughed and sat her down on the counter. Immediately he kicked his shoes off, then nodded to her when he undid his pants all the way so they dropped to his ankles. David even had great legs, long, lean and toned.
“How about those jeans?”
“Pull.” She was too busy admiring how his muscles all rippled and bulged when he moved to do much more. He had one of those tans that men got when they wore board shorts, so his butt and half his legs were pale compared to the rest of him. It was an interesting contrast.
“Are you checking me out?”
She met his blue eyes and her grin grew. “I am. I’m a woman. We do that, check out the scenery.”
He froze, then laughed so hard even his erection shook. It was fascinating. “Paris, you are one smarty-pants ice princess, huh?”
“You stole that from me,” she accused.
His eyes glowed with such passion she shivered. Taking her jeans off, he threw them down after and edged between her legs. He settled his hot body as close as possible and positioned her legs so they were held up by the inside of his elbows. She was tipped back but also exposed this way. She shivered at the desire flushing David’s face. He edged his hips and angled his erection so he could slowly ease forward as he stared at her.
“You stole my heart, so I guess I’m forgiven.”
He matched his words with a hard, firm thrust, lodging every inch of his cock deep.
“Oh, David,” she whispered, keeping their gazes locked. “Don’t you know? I didn’t steal it.” She lifted closer to him and caressed the smooth skin of his shoulders. “You gave it to me just like I gave you mine. Remember? Forever.”
A smile slowly filled his eyes. “Forever, huh?” He leaned forward so she lay back on the cold counter and started a slow, steady meeting of their bodies. “And always.”
“Always,” she vowed. “Always and always.”
The pace increased quickly. They were too intense for slow and easy, especially with the tension she could feel just below the surface. She gasped when he released one leg, but only so he could massage his fingers over her clit. Within seconds she was close.
“More,” she whispered.
David groaned and began giving her what she wanted—firm, hard drives with his body that lodged his big, long cock so deep she would always feel him.
She climaxed again, twice more, each time whispering his name as the passion overtook her. David joined her after the second, but he didn’t whisper her name, he shouted it, loud enough to make her tingle all over again.
Chapter Seventeen
“Explain to me how no one can get a job done that I hire them for?” Savage shouted over the whirl of the copter landing on his estate’s helicopter pad. The paint job would fool anyone into believing the aircraft was authentic, but a night landing was his preferred method. This time it was just a precaution. Who would check that an emergency vehicle would hide anyone?
Soft. Americans are all soft.
Murphy took a seat across from him. He didn’t wince, but the lines around his eyes whitened. He and Marcus had been attacked by special ops outside of Masters’ home in Canada. Marcus was dead. Murphy had only gotten away by hiding in a barn six miles or more from the site. He’d been lucky Savage hadn’t left his ass there.
The two additional men got in, and the doors slammed closed on the noise.
“Don’t bother explaining. Sometimes the only way to do a job right is to do it yourself.”
He nodded to the pilot, and seconds later they were airborne. They even had a patient—one of Potter’s experiments who probably wouldn’t make it past the first operation, let alone long enough to talk about what had been done to her.
“Jansen is set up for surgery tomorrow morning,” Murphy said.
“Yes. Seven a.m., I believe. Quite early,” Savage muttered. “Who is on the ground?”
“Two former Sentinels are in the area along with two Rangers, and”—Murphy rubbed his chin with his fingers—“Petrok and a squad of Delta Forces.”
Savage nodded. Petrok. Or when he’d known her, Petrokski. She was high on his list of scores to settle. But first he would hand deliver a death sentence to Jansen for killing Martinez. Then, while the man took his last breath, he’d make certain he saw them carrying off his woman. Nothing got to a man like taking his dependents. Especially his wife.
“We focus on Jansen. Once he’s in surgery we simply wait, and when everyone believes he is going to be fine, we make certain he isn’t.”
“And? If we see Petrok?”
Savage met Murphy’s blue eyes. “We kill her and everyone else.”
“Except Masters,” Murphy clarified.
“Except Masters, and by the time Potter’s done with her, she’ll wish we had,” Savage added, softly patting the woman strapped down on her gurney.
* * * *
“Princess, I think we can safely say you’re going to feel this in the morning if we don’t stop, not that there aren’t a few hundred other things we could do…”
Paris groaned and let her legs fall open and off his sexy butt. He laughed and his penis slid free from her very, very happy body. He was right. She was going to feel this for weeks. She wasn’t hurt, but when she squeezed her inner muscles, she could feel the impression of his thick, large cock where he’d been making her crazy for hours.
“I love it,” she whispered. She peeked and found him hovering over her.
His grin said it all. He sighed, though, as if she’d spoiled all his fun. “Does this mean we’re done? No anal, ’cause that might make an impression.”
She was too weak to laugh, but did. “You are crazy.”
“Hopeful, just making suggestions, planting seeds, you know, for when you’re really horny.”
“David, cuddle with me,” she demanded, weakly thumping him on the shoulder.
He laughed and caught her hand. “First, let me get you some water, and see if I locked the door—”
“You locked the door, there’s water there, come on,” she murmured, and tried to tug him down. His arms were like solid steel.
“You’re whining.”
“I am. Why are you being so mean?”
He kissed her for an answer and tousled her hair after. “I’ll be right back.”
She curled on her side only to get the blankets thrown on her. They smelled brand new.
Has he come here often?
She smiled and stayed under and sure enough, David pulled them down and kissed her again. “How about a movie?”
“A movie? Now?” she asked.
“Sure, I have popcorn, too. It’ll be fun.”
“Are you nervous about tomorrow? And isn’t it midnight? No eating after—”
“That’s an ol’ wives’ tale, you can eat. Now, you’re hungry, aren’t you?”
She blushed. She was hungry and now that he was so energetic, she felt her strength coming back. “If we watch a movie, I might want dessert.”
“Oh ho, is that so?” He tousled her hair again and laughed. “You recover and I’ll go get some snacks. See about a movie. Nothing girly,” he warned with a mock grimace.
“No? What about—?”
“You decide, but be warned, if I hate it, I’m having sex with you while you watch it.”
He said that so deadpan and walked away that she wasn’t able to come up with an answer. The double whammy of his naked back and butt, along with the idea of him making love to her while she watched TV, was so completely stunning she simply stared after him until his chuckles grew too quiet to hear.
How does he know I even like popcorn?
She crawled around until she found the remote control for the huge TV, then straightened their covers and found most of the pillows. After that, she couldn’t figure out the remote. The stupid thing was in English, but she had no idea how to make it work, and when she hit the on button, it did nothing. Instead of dealing with it, since she knew David could figure it out in seconds, she relaxed back on the very well-used bed and pushed the piles of blankets down around her and stared around the room.
Slowly it sank in that this was the first time since David had barreled back into her life that she’d been alone. And now you’re in his bedroom. The private jet had been a blur. As promised, she’d slept, with him holding her, too. The shopping, engagement, then more grocery shopping, then here—all seemed unreal. At the same time, it’d seemed like weeks since he’d been back, not days.
His scent still lingered on her. Probably along every inch, too.
It’d been a whirlwind, but it had been like that since the first. She felt alive with him. Safe. Secure. More, she could tell him anything. Anything at all.
The bedroom was clean, and neat, a bit more stylish than she’d imagined he would have, but not girly at all. She sensed him in everything from the dark wooden furniture to the navy blue bedding. The pillows made her laugh, since he had around five or so, but since three of them didn’t match the sheets, she thought he’d thrown them in here.
She glanced around, and couldn’t remember if there were more bedrooms than this one, but she thought maybe there would have to be. The outside of the house had seemed big, so maybe it was a three-bedroom. What would he do now? He’d said he was done with the service.
Would she go back to teaching? She couldn’t imagine not skating, and she couldn’t picture David not finding a way for her to be able to skate. Already he’d told her there was a rink not that far from his house. He’d even suggested the skating would be good for his leg.
David. He simply took care of everything. It was startling, but sank in like one of his warm kisses. All her life, since she could remember, she’d been the one taking care of people.
Her uncle was safe. David had made sure of that when he’d come for her. He’d also set him up on a vacation, so he was probably more than fine as well. She had a niggling worry that he’d paid for her uncle, but she’d ask him about that.
Tomorrow he’d be in surgery, and for some reason she was nervous. She knew why. Her dad had died during a ‘routine’ operation. She’d been a little girl, but old enough to know that he shouldn’t have died. Plus, her mom had made certain she knew. Every time a man left her, her mom would drink until she’d cry and cry about her father deserting them. About every man deserting her.
David is different. He didn’t desert me. Plus now I can take care of him.
“Hey, why the sad face, and why don’t you have a show on?”
David not only had snacks, he had on a dark brown robe, which looked good on him, because what didn’t? He carried a tray with drinks, popcorn, chips and a bowl of pineapple. She spotted two enormous sandwiches, too, and Skittles.
“When did you get Skittles?”
“I snuck them in at the grocery store. You like them.”
“I do, huh?” She took a grape one and scooted over, handing him the remote when he positioned the tray to the side. On the bed. “Is that safe?”
/> He disrobed, taking her breath away, and got under the covers. Immediately he pulled her up close then took the remote. “It’s safe, now what’s the deal?”
“I couldn’t figure it out and I knew you could.” She wiggled closer and fixed the mess he’d made of the covers. “Why do you have so many pillows?”
He turned the TV on to illustrate her point, and immediately adjusted the volume and flicked through a few channels.
“Pillows?” he muttered, then glanced down and around. “Hell if I know. I threw them in here last time I was here, I think. After I did some cleaning. You don’t like them?”
“There’s five.”
Attention back on the television, he said, “Ah, well, toss ’em down on the floor and you can use me.”
She popped a Skittle in his mouth and smiled when he winced. “You don’t like them?”
“Too sour, now why the sad face?” he asked, not looking away from the TV. “How about one of those sandwiches?”
“Which one? Ham?”
“Sure, ham.” He flicked through a television guide. “Ah ha! Not Iron Man, but Avengers, that one with the Hulk, you know?”
“I like that, here, take a bite, Mr. Movie man.”
He winked, got the channel set and took her and the sandwich. “Now, why the sad face?”
“Are you paying for my uncle’s vacation in Florida?”
He’d taken a mouthful of food, so he choked a little, but, eyes watering, shook his head. “Hell no,” he said around his enormous bite. “I let Uncle Sam do that.”
“Is that the absolute truth?” He shook his head, more prepared this time. “Hand me the beer before you answer the real question.”
“Just checking,” she murmured, and handed him the beer, kissing his cheek when she did. “I was just worrying over you getting surgery. My dad died in a routine surgery. I don’t like hospitals.”
