“One I can guarantee I’ll keep as soon as this little cock-blocker is asleep.”
***
Weston fulfilled his promise seven hours later, lifting me off the couch and carrying me to our bedroom as soon as he’d gotten Carter down for the night.
“How about I show you exactly how much I love you?” he breathed out as his lips trailed down my neck.
I slid my arms down his chest and yanked his shirt up and over his head.
“You better be careful or else I might drop you,” he warned.
“Oh, please,” I laughed. “You’d never do any such thing.”
He responded by tossing me onto our bed. “I think I just did.”
“Dropping me onto the mattress doesn’t count.” He followed me down and hovered over me. I reached out and traced one of his newer tattoos, a leaf right over his heart. He’d told me about the ones on his knuckles that he’d had to get as part of some kind of rite of passage with the criminal organization he’d gone undercover in while he’d been gone. But he hadn’t explained the leaf yet. “You never did say why you got this one.”
“I wanted you inked on my skin, and this was the only way I could think of that wouldn’t lead to any questions about you or having them assume it had anything to do with a woman at all.”
I flattened my palm on his chest. “Me?”
“It’s not just any leaf. It’s from an aspen tree.”
“I can’t believe you did this for me,” I breathed out, amazed once again by the proof of how much he’d carried me with him while he’d been gone.
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t just like it. I love it.”
“You want to show me your appreciation?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock and suck it.”
I loved when he talked dirty and told me what he wanted. I crawled to the edge of the mattress in front of where he stood. He stripped off his jeans and shoved his boxers down his legs. His cock was level with my mouth, and I leaned over to lick the drop of pre-come glistening on his tip, making him groan.
I licked up and down his length, paying particular attention to the silver balls on either side of the head, and then sucked him into my mouth as far as I could go. His hands tangled in my hair, directing the speed and depth at which I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. Just as his hips started to pump along with the bobbing of my head, he pulled out of my mouth.
“Nooo,” I moaned, desperate to taste him more.
“I’m not coming without you,” he growled. “You can have your sexy lips wrapped around me again, but I want you to do it with my face buried in your sweet pussy.” He stripped me out of my clothes before dropping onto the mattress next to me. “Slide your ass up here and give me your pussy, beautiful.”
I scooted backwards and straddled his face, hovering over him until he grabbed my hips and yanked me onto his lips. I leaned forward and sucked his hardened length back into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the head. I wasn’t going to last long, not with the way he was devouring my pussy, but I was determined to take him with me.
My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked hard, humming against him to add a bit of vibration. His hips surged in rhythm with my movements, his tongue lapping at my clit while two of his fingers thrust in and out of me. Tilting to one side, I stroked a finger down his balls and pushed against the skin just underneath them. He moaned again, his cock jerking in my mouth, and twisted his hand to rub me in just the right place. It was enough to send me flying over the edge. As I shuddered from the sheer force of my climax, his cock pulsed in my mouth as I swallowed down his come.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered as he lifted me up and settled me against his chest. “If that’s the kind of reaction I’m going to get from you, I think I should book an appointment for a new tattoo tomorrow.”
“If you want to stamp my name on your butt, I’m certainly not going to complain,” I rasped out.
“I want your name on my skin,” he murmured as he pulled me tight. “And would just about kill to have mine on yours.”
“I don’t know about that.” I’d never thought about getting a tattoo before, but the yearning in his tone called to me. Resting my head against his chest, I lay there and thought about where I’d get one if I ever decided to grant his wish as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I woke to the sound of Weston’s raspy voice, whispering in my ear. “Hey, beautiful. I’ve got to head downtown.”
I cracked one eye open and looked at him blearily. We’d celebrated our engagement so many times last night that I’d barely gotten a couple hours of sleep. I was surprised to find him dressed in a black suit, white dress shirt, and a black and forest green tie. He looked damn sexy all dressed up, but my mind was having a hard time processing why he was awake and ready to go so early.
“What’s going on?” I asked, pushing up onto my elbows.
“No, don’t get up,” he urged, pressing me back into the mattress. “Carter’s still sleeping and you need more rest.”
“So do you.”
“I wish I could climb back in there with you, but I got a call from my controller. He’s in town and wants to talk to me. It sounded urgent, and Justice isn’t the kind of guy to wait around for anyone. I’ve got to talk to him about a transfer to the Atlanta office anyway.”
“He could have at least given you a little notice,” I grumbled. “He sounds like a jerk to me.”
“Nah, he’s just a guy who hates being away from home and wants to get back to his pregnant wife and daughter as soon as possible.” He dropped a kiss onto my flat belly. “I figure, the least I can do is drag myself out of bed and meet up with him at the ass crack of dawn if it means he can get home to them today, instead of tomorrow.”
“So darn tough on the outside, but you’re really a marshmallow on the inside.”
He mock scowled at me, but I saw the humor in his eyes. “Only with you and Carter, beautiful.”
“Hurry back?”
“Always,” he promised.
I drifted back to sleep shortly after hearing the garage door close and the roar of his motorcycle. I dreamed of riding behind him, my body wrapped tightly around his. Things were just getting good when the sound of a ringing phone interrupted my fantasies. It was the landline Weston had insisted we needed, and it was the first time we’d ever received a call on it. I leapt for the phone, hoping like heck that the sound wouldn’t wake Carter.
“Hello?” I answered, half listening to the caller’s reply while also focusing on the baby monitor for any sounds coming from the nursery.
“— Wes.”
My attention centered on the call when I realized it was a woman’s voice asking for my man and using a nickname for him while doing so. I didn’t like her tone of voice when she said it either, not even a little bit.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Who’s calling?”
“Sorry, sweetie,” she said in an incredibly fake tone of voice. “I have no idea who you are, so why don’t you get Wes and put him on the line?”
“First of all, Wes isn’t here. Secondly, I’m the woman in his bed, down the hall from our baby, wearing his ring on her finger. That’s who I am. Who the hell are you?” I snapped, beyond pissed the heck off.
“You’ll have to ask Wes that question.” I was about to bite her head off when her next words had me dropping back onto the mattress. “Look, I just need you to let Wes know that Kat called to tell him that I’ll messenger his flight information and ticket to his house tonight.”
“Flight information?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “Oh, and I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell him to pack for a long trip. Since I’ll be picking him up from the airport, the extra luggage shouldn’t be a problem. And he’ll need it since he’ll be gone for a while.”
She didn’t give me the chance to respond, not that I even knew what I wanted to say. When the phone started beepi
ng in my ear, I finally set it back in its holder. Weston had a lot of explaining to do when he got back from his meeting. I only hoped his answers didn’t include all the reasons why he had to go back on his word because he was leaving for another mission.
Chapter 9
Weston
“Justice,” I greeted the tall, dark haired man I’d admired for years. He wasn’t much older than me, but he’d been a legend when he was an active operative. A few years ago, when his wife, another operative, had gotten pregnant, he’d retired from field duty and I’d been one of the lucky ones to have him as their controller.
“Sidewinder.” He shook my hand and smiled. “Maybe you should start calling me Alex, since rumor is that you won’t be in the field much longer.”
We’d taken over someone’s office, and I sat facing him across the desk. “You must have rubbed off on me, man. Turns out, I’m a wife and kids kind of guy.”
Alex’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You’re getting married?” he asked with a grin. “And already planning for little kids? Wow, this is monumental.”
“Not planning,” I clarified. “I have a son.”
At my announcement, he looked confused. “How did I miss that? Damn, that was quite a secret to keep, especially considering CIA operatives can be as gossipy as those Beverly Hills Housewives.”
I sighed. “I only just found out,” I confessed. A thought sparked. “Actually, I could really use your help with something.” I’d finally called Kat after two weeks of silence, irritated as fuck, and I didn’t even try to hide it this time. She’d said that IT had dug into the account and found no trace of any activity at all. I never had a reason not to trust Kat. If I had, she wouldn’t have been an effective handler. But lately, there was just something bothering me and my gut was telling me to keep looking into it.
“Aspen, my fiancée.” Fuck, that felt good to say. “We met right before I left for my last mission. I set up a secure dummy email for her to reach me, then have the messages relayed to me through my handler. For a year, she tried to reach me and tell me that she was pregnant. I never got any of the messages and my handler says IT wasn’t able to find even a single trace of activity. My instincts are telling me that she missed something.”
Alex’s frown had deepened as I spoke and he was tapping his finger against his mouth in thought. “This is Kat Petrov?” he asked. I nodded and he looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead he picked up his cell and dialed a number.
After connecting with someone, he handed me the phone. “Tell Martin everything you know and he’ll get you some answers.”
I almost sighed in complete relief. Martin was the absolute best when it came to anything concerning computers and technology. I told him everything about the situation and he agreed to look into it and call me when he had something. I hung up and tossed the phone back to Alex. “Thanks. I appreciate it. I know this is awfully personal to be appropriating CIA resources, especially Martin.”
Alex waved off my concern. “If it were Evie, I’d be doing the exact same thing. Also...” he trailed off and stared at me, clearly contemplating whether to go on. “There is another reason I wanted Martin looking into it, but until we hear from him, I think it’s best to keep my suspicions to myself.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Justice?” I exploded, then immediately settled down and contritely apologized. “Damn, I’m sorry, Alex.”
His eyes were narrowed in disapproval, but the understanding was still there. “Look, I know you, Weston. You’re one of the best agents I’ve ever worked with, but you and I both know you have a short fuse. And, when people threaten the women we love, that fuse is non-existent. If I tell you who I suspect, you’ll run straight at them and I’m not going to let you risk your career if I’m wrong.”
I held in a frustrated growl and simply nodded my acceptance. “Thank you.”
“So,” Alex said, leaning back in the desk chair, clearly ready to move on. “Aspen lives here? In Atlanta.”
I mirrored his position, seemingly relaxed, even though I was wound up tight. “We just bought a house in a neighborhood near where I grew up.”
Alex raised a single brow and stared hard at me. “Bought a house? Fuck,” he sighed. “You’re really serious about Columbia being your last mission.”
My spine snapped straight. “Columbia?” The assignment I just completed was in Europe. “I told Porter I was done before I came to Georgia. I turned in the papers three weeks ago.”
A manila folder sat on the desk in front of Alex and he slowly tapped a finger on it. Then he opened it and flipped it around, pushing it towards me. I reached forward and picked up the sheaf of papers inside.
On top was my transfer application, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I reached the requested date for re-assignment. It was six months away. What. The. Fuck. I shifted it to the back of the pile, revealing a mission assignment, with my fucking signature accepting the job. Next, was the job specifics.
Six months.
If I didn’t get out of this, I would lose Aspen.
“Justice, please tell me you know this is bullshit.” My voice was vibrating with contained rage.
“I do now, but I had no way of knowing that when the paperwork hit my desk.”
The folder dropped to the floor, the papers scattering, and my hands balled into fists on my knees. “Alex, this needs to be fixed or I’ll be forced to resign,” I said tiredly. “Aspen and Carter come first. Always.”
“And, your signature?” He sat back again, the finger now tapping his lip.
I picked up the transfer form and studied it for a second. “It’s a damn good imitation, but something isn’t quite . . .” I pulled the form closer and then twisted the paper, making sure I was seeing it correctly. “Look at the curve of that letter. The person who copied it is left handed.”
Alex took the paper and set it on the desk without glancing at it and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll take care of it.”
My remaining fist unfurled slowly. “Thanks, Alex.”
He laughed and shook his head. “For such a damn fine operative, you are surprisingly easy to read, Weston.”
I glared at him. “Bullshit.”
“You switched to calling me Justice every time you got angry.” He laughed again, and I just rolled my eyes. The relief sweeping through me was consuming my whole focus.
“Kat was going to send the documents and your ticket to your house. Since you were already meeting with me, I left her a message not to worry about it. In case she didn’t get it and sent everything, disregard them, the transfer application too, since it was apparently bogus. But, make sure you shred all of it. You’ll report to Max Brentwood, starting Monday.”
“Great. Thanks, Alex. I—” My house? “She sent everything to my house?” Panic started to set in, and my voice was slowly escalating into a roar. “Fuck!” The folder would be marked confidential, but I’d promised no secrets. I had no doubt Aspen would open the package and it would go off like a nuclear bomb.
I grabbed up the papers from the floor and threw them on the desk before snatching up my coat and helmet. “I’ve got to go. Call me if you hear form Martin before I do.”
Alex waved me off as his phone began ringing and he answered. I sprinted down the hall and out through security, headed straight for my bike. I dialed Jenna’s number and cursed when it went to voicemail.
“I need you to get to my house and take Carter home for a while, Jenna. It’s a fucking emergency.” I ended the call and put the phone in the pocket of my leather jacket. After donning my gear, I took off like a bat out of hell. I needed to beat those papers home.
Coming to a screeching halt in my driveway, I parked my bike and breathed a huge sigh of relief to see Jenna’s BMW down the other side of the circle drive. I dashed up to the door and she was just stepping out, Carter in a carrier and a diaper bag over her shoulder.
She looked wary as I approached. “What the hell did you d
o, Weston?” she hissed. “Your fiancée looks like she’s ready to break.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“I—don’t worry about it. Thank you for taking care of Carter. I’ll call you later.” I lifted the carrier from her and kissed my boy’s forehead as I walked them to her car. She’d picked up a car seat to have whenever she took Carter, so I snapped and buckled him into place, kissing him one more time before shutting the door.
“I hope you fix it, big brother,” Jenna warned. “Because I’m keeping them.” Then she disappeared inside her car and drove off.
Obviously, the papers had arrived, so I didn’t rush to the door. In fact, the badass motherfucker who normally controlled my brain went running for the hills. The coward was left behind.
Fuck that, I thought, shoving the weak pussy out of the way and marching into the house. There was no fucking way anything would come between me and my family.
Chapter 10
Weston
I found Aspen curled up on the couch, her feet up and her head resting on her bent knees. Her shoulders were shaking lightly and when I heard a quiet sniff, my heart nearly split in two. My eyes darted to the coffee table and I spied an open folder, no doubt stamped confidential on the outside.
“Aspen,” I called to her so I wouldn’t scare the fuck out of her. She froze, then lifted her head and frantically wiped at her eyes.
“Don’t you think I deserved to hear about it from you, Weston?” she whispered raggedly. “Or to be at least consulted before you ditch your kid and his mother for six freaking months.”
I sighed and sat down next to her on the couch, irritated when she scooted farther away from me. My brows furrowed and all of my plans to do this with patience must have been lost in the wind during my ride home. Gripping her arms, I lifted her and slammed her sexy little bottom onto my lap. She gasped and tried to wiggle away, but I banded my arms around her and kept her locked in place.
“Aspen Kennedy, calm your ass down and let me fucking explain,” I barked. She stilled but lifted her eyes and glared at me.
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