by Dace Everan
“Get to know it then,” he challenged.
Lania whimpered and her hands came up and grasped his shoulders clumsily. She craned her neck and took his mouth in a hungry kiss. She would do this and she would do it now. She did know this body and she did trust this man to take her to a place she needed to go. “My nightie off,” she ordered, lifting her arms in a gangly matter as Cal struggled to lift it up and pull it over her head. Lania giggled as her hair was pulled and Cal slipped and landed on her with a grunt.
“That was smooth.” He grunted.
Lania giggled further, hugging him around the waist. “What about my panties?” she asked, her long legs wrapped around his waist. Cal grinned, burying his face against her breasts. “Trust me, woman, I will get those panties gone in due time.”
Lania laughed out, a thrill of something she had not felt in forever sweeping through her. Challenge, want, and pure uninhibited desire. Followed briefly by fear, uncertainty and the realization that this was happening. She was going to allow a man to fuck her. She cleared the second round of thoughts from her mind. She would not focus on the scary. She would focus on the now. On this man, her man. The gentleness he had with her. The love in his eyes. The passion in his voice. “Will you kiss my pussy?” she asked, running her fingers through his silky hair.
Cal growled against her breasts. His tongue laved her pebbled nipple. “I will kiss it, your scrumptious pussy.” Another lick, followed by a suck. “Then I’ll lick it.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth biting lightly. Lania arched her back to him, making him groan and grind his hips against hers. “I may even finger-fuck that beautiful pussy,” he declared. Grasping her panties in one quick movement, he tore them from her body.
“Oww!” she growled, pulling his hair. “That hurt!” she grumbled, heart accelerating at the feel of his thick, hard dick pressed against her wet cunt. A moment of fear seized her, then eased as Cal rolled his hips, his dick gliding through her juices. “Oooh,” she hummed, hips grinding against his. “Yeah, you’re forgiven,” she whispered at the delicious feeling overwhelming her. “Can we hurry please?” she asked in the most sophisticated voice she could muster in her breathless state.
Cal chuckled. His hand grasped her chin. He made her look at him. “Sweetheart. A man does not hurry a lovemaking session. Ever.”
Lania couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face from his words. The word that most stood out was love. Yes, he was saying lovemaking, but to hear love come from his lips made her insides flip-flop and tremble with nervousness. “But I want it now,” she replied arrogantly.
Cal caressed her lower lip with his thumb. “I know, and you will get it and feel it and want it again and again,” he assured. And by all that made him a man he would god damn make sure she wanted it again and again! His mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss as his hand groped her breast. He thrust his hips against her, his dick blissfully gliding through her slick juices. He released her mouth with a groan and nipped at her jaw, then her neck. He could feel her hot breath as she panted, her body straining against him.
Lania tensed as he eased into her body. His dick was intrusive but ever so filling. She released a sigh and her gaze met his and held as he buried himself deeply in her. His breath was hot on her face and his hands grasped hers in a possessive manner. Her breath caught and panic filled her. He wanted to possess her.
“Calm down, Lania,” Cal whispered, seeing the fear in her eyes. His lips drifted over hers. He loosened his grip on her hands and easily slid in and out of her. “Look at me, hon, not away,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, praying he could hold on.
Lania’s gaze met his and there he focused. Her cunt contracted around him, squeezing him, begging him to fill her. “Faster, Cal,” Lania pleaded as she felt the sweet burn. Her head rolled to the side and her hips bucked against his. Her grip tightened on his hands and then growled when he didn’t comply. “Err, Cal! Please!” she begged, bucking her hips against his.
Cal chuckled, shaking his head, pulling out of her completely. “Sorry, babe.” He chortled, his mouth covering her erratic pulse at the base of her neck. He made his way down, his mouth making love to every part of her body.
Lania panted. Her tummy trembled as his lips kissed a path straight to her pussy. “Mmmm, yes please.” She sighed, grasping the sheets as his mouth hovered over her pulsating pussy. Her legs spread further, inviting him to taste her, to please her. When his tongue dragged along her slit, she nearly split in two.
The squeal that escaped her filled Cal with want. His tongue darted out and flicked her hard nub and her hips rose off the bed. “Cal!” she gasped, rubbing her pussy against his mouth. Cal grinned, grasping her hips, and took delight in devouring her pussy, his tongue flicking her delightfully hardened nub. Lania screamed as shots of ecstasy blasted through her, rolling over her, up her, down and then up again. They took her high, higher, then shot her to another place. Her body froze and tensed as the orgasm took over and claimed her.
Cal knelt between her legs and pulled her to his groin, his dick slamming home. The high-pitched scream that ripped from her fed his hunger for her further. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, slamming into her, his dick hardening further, pulsing as her cunt milked him. “Fuck,” he uttered, his thumb stroking her clit, inducing another orgasm from her.
“Oh God, Cal! Yes–yes–yes–yesss!” she cried, her body trembling and her hands fisting the sheets. Her body bowed and her cunt fisted him as his cum jetted into her.
Cal slumped onto her, his breath heavy. “’Kay, not…the lovemaking…I wanted to do for you,” he admitted breathlessly, followed by a thick chuckle.
Lania giggled, her body tingling from his ministrations. “Your cum is leaking from my pussy,” she shared, as though it were an amazing act.
Cal leaned back and looked down at her. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he uttered.
Lania grinned, hooking a hand behind his head and pulling him closer for a kiss. “Good morning,” she purred, laying a kiss on him.
Chapter Twenty
Trig glanced up at the two as they entered the kitchen. “Morning, screamers. Suppose I didn’t need to put up alarms—pretty sure the two of you would scare anything away.”
Lania shot daggers at him. “I swear, Cal. If you don’t tell this ingrate to smarten up, I will, and you know how I deal with his kind,” she warned, lifting the lid off the pan on the stove. Mmm, bacon. She lifted the next and discovered scrambled eggs. “He cooks?” She looked at Cal, baffled. How could such a crass asshole know how to cook? She scrunched up her face in thought. Asshole just put a damper on her first lovemaking session. How dare he mention it in such a manner? As if Cal had just been fucking her, not making love to her. She looked at Cal, a smile crossing her features. She could still feel his hands on her, stroking her, whispering caresses over her, the weight of him pressed against her. Her heart fluttered. He made her feel clean. Her grin widened and she fought the urge to cross to him and hug him tightly and thank him for making her feel this new sense of cleanliness.
Cal nodded. “Yes, and play nice because he will save your life.” He was pretty sure Trig wouldn’t take nice to Mistress Lania. Now if the tables were turned, Trig would be all over that. He glanced at the man and caught him staring at him. He raised a questioning brow. The man narrowed his eyes.
“You have any idea who is after you? How you should be watching out for her, not fucking her,” he shared, his tone devoid of any emotion.
Cal pushed away from the counter. Leave it to Trig to put on detective mode. “Not sure who is after her. Yes, I am aware to watch out for her. Fucking her is our business,” he replied, grabbing two plates and handing one to Lania.
Lania snorted. “Jealous?” she asked, dishing her food out.
Trig returned the snort. “Too skinny for me, woman.”
Lania stopped and looked at him. “Hefty is what you want. I can accommodate you. I’m sure I could find some ea
sy plump little submissive who will listen to you,” she shared in an arrogant tone.
Trig nearly snarled at her. “Cal, when you are done here, I’ll be in the office. Got something to show you.”
Lania watched Trig stomp from the room. “Moody, isn’t he?” she hummed, taking a seat and picking at her food. Her gaze was still fixed on the hall Trig disappeared down. She wondered what the relationship between these two men were. Her gaze landed on Cal. “So, you and Trig?”
Cal raised a weary eyebrow. “We are friends and nothing more. Get it out of your head. Nothing will happen between the three us,” he clarified.
Lania snorted. “I was just wondering if you two had a past I should know about,” she grunted, picking at her food.
Cal shook his head. “No, we don’t, we just worked together. I trust him,” he shared.
* * * *
Cal settled at the desk with Trig. “Where’s the harpy?” Trig asked, not looking up from the computer screen.
“Be nice. Cleaning up the kitchen.”
Trig ignored the command and moved the screen so Cal could see. “I looked up these symbols. They are connected to this man. It’s a club he runs. A few have been shut down once found. I have not been a part of those particular jobs.” Cal furrowed his brow. That looked a lot like Ben. Dread filled him. Was this a setup to get rid of Lania? Did Ben want the business? What was Frank’s play in this whole thing? Was Frank even a part of this? “It is territorial. I don’t know what your little girlfriend did to this man, but he’s out for her.”
Cal grunted, standing and pacing behind the desk. What the hell was going on? He needed to go check on Frank and see what was happening there. “Gonna go take a drive. You watch over her, and under no circumstances is she to leave,” he ordered, already headed for the door.
Trig stood. “You’re not leaving me with her!”
Cal stopped and looked back. “Be nice and she’ll be nice back.”
Trig’s arms went up in defeat and he slumped back in his chair. Fuck!
Lania glared at the back end of the SUV Cal drove away in. How dare he leave her here with this ingrate? She looked at the hall, where down a few feet was the office Trig was in. She tightened her fists. No way was she staying here with him. Cal may trust him, but she didn’t trust anyone.
* * * *
Cal surveyed the area before proceeding. It looked like no one was home. Two car garage. The vehicles could be parked indoors. No curtains were drawn open. Maybe they were out and about? He went straight to the front door. He didn’t have time to piss around. He had jurisdiction here. Any questions he had, they could answer. He rang the bell three times before trying the knob. Surprise and dread filled him when it turned and he pushed the door open.
“Hello! Detective Bines…Frank?” Silence welcomed him. He unsheathed his weapon from his holster and proceeded. His ears open and eyes darting to and fro. He paused when he thought he heard something. He released the safety on his weapon and listened. There, a woman’s whimper. He headed down the hall and came upon a closed door. He slowly turned the knob and eased the door open.
“Trap!” a male yelled before black overcame Cal.
* * * *
Lania grunted as Trig hauled her over his shoulder and headed back to the cabin. “Cal would kill me if you got hurt,” he replied easily and continued through the dense trees, pausing when he heard the tell-tale noise of an engine. And it wasn’t to the SUV Cal had driven away in. “Shh,” he ordered, kneeling and laying Lania in a pit of soft moss. He looked her in the eye and silently begged her to be good before he cut the tie straps on her wrists.
Lania was quick to remove the gag. She huddled closer to the ground and looked over the knoll just as a sports car pulled up. Ben? What the hell. “I know him,” she said, starting to rise.
Trig grabbed her and pulled her down. “Uh-uh. That’s the bad guy as far as I’m concerned.” Lania looked at him. The look in his eyes told her he knew something more than she did. She settled in and watched as Ben exited the car and headed straight for the cabin. Watched as he pulled out a hand gun that had been tucked into the back of his pants. She watched as he suspiciously looked around before entering the cabin. “We need to move,” Trig ordered, creeping backward on his belly, motioning for Lania to follow.
When they had run and zigzagged through the trees and Trig had slowed his pace, Lania came to a staggering halt, catching her breath. “What’s happening, Trig?” she asked, her chest slightly burning from keeping up with the giant of a man.
Trig shook his head. “Not sure. Who is he to you?”
“Business partner,” she answered.
“How long and how much does he have invested in the business?” he asked, motioning for her to keep moving.
“Years, as long as I’ve been a part of it, and he only has a small percentage.” She stumbled on a branch and corrected herself, grabbing onto his arm as he reached for her. “I own everything, but there is a stipulation that if anything were to happen to me, my man servant, Jarden, would have Ben and Frank to help run and distribute what needs to be distributed to heirs and whatnot.”
Trig furrowed his brow. That seemed kind of ridiculous. Not the stipulation, but that this guy would obviously try to get rid of Lania to get a cut of a business? He assumed that was what was happening here. “What happens if this Jarden dies?”
Lania shrugged. “I don’t know. Jarden’s been around forever. I never really thought about it.” Bullshit! She’d thought about it too many times. Jarden would get everything. Lania’s will stated that and he would have free reign over who got what.
“Does Ben know this Jarden is to distribute?”
Lania nodded. “Yes, it was declared in my parents’ wills.”
Trig nodded. As soon as they met up with Cal they were going to go make sure this Jarden fellow was okay. Trig pulled out his cell and looked to the sky. He’d message Cal. When Cal got a moment he’d get back to him, he was sure of it. He quickly typed a message to Cal and looked at Lania. All black, good boots. The little backpack she had slung on her back he assumed carried something she could have survived on until she caught a ride. “You got water?” he asked. Lania nodded. “Good, you’ll need it. We’re on foot until we get to town.” Lania’s eyes widened for a millisecond. That was forty fucking miles! Was he fucking insane? “Not chancing going back to the cabin. We need to get to the safe house in town and wait for Cal.”
Lania nodded. “Lead the way.” If she had to walk forty miles to get back to Cal and safety, she was all over it.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lania glared at Trig. “I thought you said Cal would be here!” she yelled, frustration filling her. Her hands trembled and anxiety rose in her. Where was Cal? Why wasn’t he here? Was he hurt? Her heart hammered and her hands trembled. Her legs ached, as did her feet from the trek they had just taken, and the only thing that had kept her going wasn’t even here!
Trig looked at his cell for what seemed the hundredth time. Seven hours and still no word from Cal. Something was wrong. Cal never left him hanging like this. Fuck. The knock at the door startled them both. Lania paled visibly, and Trig grabbed the gun tucked under his shirt and motioned for her to go to the closet.
Lania shook her head, going directly to the kitchen and grabbing the biggest knife she could find. There was no way she was hiding and waiting for her end. She would fight and get herself the fuck out of this mess. Then she was going to make some calls and take care of all this shit.
Trig crept to the door on light feet. The knock came again, this time harder. He glanced at Lania, giving a nod. “What?” he asked. He heard muffled voices and crouched low, waiting for gunshots to come piercing through the door. “We’re looking for Lania Graylin! We’re friends of Laird Roan’s.”
Lania raised a brow, and her gaze darted to Trig. She shrugged her shoulders. She did not know those voices.
“Names!” Trig yelled, cocking his weapon.
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�Jariko.”
“Alisha,” came two voices from the other side.
Lania nodded. She’d heard of these two. They were buddies of Roan’s wife Layle. Some military ops group, she guessed.
Trig kept his weapon out and eased the door open. The man, Jariko, walked through first, assessing the room. When he spotted Lania, he gave a nod and a tall woman walked in.
Lania’s shoulder slumped in relief. She did know these two. She’d been introduced at a private party at Laird’s estate. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded, stepping out from behind the counter that gave the room some separation.
Jariko looked over the man who still held his gun ready. “We were up on business and were given information about you and Callahan. Where is he?”
Lania shook her head, looking to Trig for the answers. Trig shrugged his broad shoulders. “Don’t know. He should have responded by now.”
Alisha nodded, taking the small backpack off her back and pulling out a laptop. “I’m guessing you’re his specialist. Thought you may be in need of this,” she murmured, booting it up. Revealed when the man’s eyes lit up like she had handed him the greatest treasure ever.
“Name’s Trig,” he murmured, taking a seat in front of the laptop. “Lania. You fill them in on what’s going on. I’m gonna look for Cal.” Trig half listened to Lania as she shared what had been happening. He watched from the corner of his eye at the two reactions. When he pinpointed Cal’s GPS it baffled him. He was close. Damn close. He furrowed his brow. “What’s this place, Lania?” he asked, moving the laptop for her to see.
Lania looked at the streets, a snarl marring her beautiful face. “Ben’s house,” she whispered, anger seething from her. What was Ben up to?
Jariko looked at the location and the surrounding area. Rural area. Houses on either side. He didn’t like that at all. He looked at Alisha. “We go in silent.”
