“Look at me.”
“No I’m imagining Captain America.”
“I will have to make you change your mind.”
“You can try.”
“I like a challenge.” He pulled her legs further apart and slipped his hands under her hips and propped her pelvis up. Then he buried his head between her legs. He pulled her pussy to his face and used his mouth to work her clit. He speared her with his tongue and used his teeth to tease her clit. Jane arched her back as his teeth worked over her lips and clit. “Declan,” she grasped and fisted the bedcovers.
He raised his head. “It’s Captain.”
“Fuck you.”
“No I’m going to fuck you.”
Yes please.
His head dropped back between her legs and he went back to it.
Within seconds she was drenched and she could smell her arousal. Her belly quivered and her heels dug into the mattress. She was going to come soon. She just wanted him inside her. “Please Declan.”
“Please what?”
“Inside me.”
He chuckled. “Eventually.” And then he went back to pleasing her pussy.
She grabbed his hair, trying to force his head up, but he just kept on licking and sucking and nibbling her. The stubble on his cheeks rasped her legs. Even that felt good.
This man’s whole body was a sex machine.
He raised her hips higher and put her legs over his shoulders. She could feel his scars on her calves. He thrust his tongue inside her fucking her. He moved inside her deep and steady. And if that wasn’t enough, she felt him slide his long finger into her ass. The double penetration drove her wild. Her body strained against his finger and tongue. Then he buried another finger inside her, spreading her open wider.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and she erupted in orgasm. Her back arched and her heels dug into to his back. Her vagina clenched and heat overcame her. He withdrew his fingers from her ass and then he kissed his way up her body only stopping to kiss the tip of each nipple. Jane was trembling in the aftermath. He loomed over her, his face even with hers. And she pushed her hand through his hair as she tried to catch her breath. His blue eyes were glazed with passion. His beautiful face tight with need. “You are so beautiful.” She said sure that dozens of women had said the same thing to him.
“You’re the beauty.”
For a second she wondered who their baby would take after. He lowered his head and they met in a kiss. She could taste herself on his mouth and thought that was the hottest thing ever. He moved his lips over hers slowly gently. As he kissed her, she felt him move inside her body. He started with slow shallow strokes. Jane let her body surrender to his seductive invasion. She moved her legs up his back to take him inside her more completely. When he was all the way inside her she felt whole. There was a part of her that was angry that a man could make her feel this way.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against her mouth.So did he, but she was too scared to say it. Because if she did then things would change. They were just playing together this wasn’t going to be serious. Just incredible sex.
He used slow deep thrusts as he fucked her. He kissed her neck, her mouth, her breasts. She closed her eyes and gave up her control. Something she rarely did, but Declan inspired her trust. She could smell the scent of sex in the air, hear his harsh breath and the slap of skin. He moved inside her with this slow relentless rhythm that thrilled her. She liked the way he fucked her. He kept her on the edge. Jane ran her hand down his scared back and gripped his ass, trying to push him harder inside of her. Not that he’d even give up control.
Slowly he ground his thick cock inside her. She could feel him all the way inside her. Her legs fell open as he gripped her hips and pushed harder inside her. She knew it was only going to be a few more seconds. He rose up and started pulling her hips to greet his cock and within seconds Jane lost all semblance of control and her body exploded in orgasm. Seconds later Declan followed her and then collapsed on top of her.
“Woman you’re going to kill me.”
She laughed against his mouth. “I will have that put on your tombstone.”
He kissed her and slid his hot sweaty body over hers. “I’m so not done with you yet.”
“Really?” Jane wasn’t sure how to feel. One moment it thrilled her and in the next it scared the shit of out of her.
“It scares me too.”
“I’m not--”
“It’s cool, I’m not judging.”
“Declan--”
“Stop talking your ruining it for me.”
“Ruining what?”
“The best orgasm I had all year.”
“I can respect that.”
“Just lie here and in ten minutes I’m going for round two.”
She laughed. “I’m injured.”
“It’s your fault, you wouldn’t let me save you.”
She could feel his cock semi hard inside her. “Thank you for trying to save me as I was being paid to protect you.”
He laughed, but said nothing.
That was their relationship. She liked it. Way more then she should.
Chapter Seventeen
DECLAN CLOSED the refrigerator after getting two bottled waters. Jesus Christ Jane made him sweat. The sex was different this time. For some strange reason it felt more emotional, more connected. Tonight had been agonizingly sweet, passionate, tender. It confused him. Women fawned over him and did exactly what he wanted them to do. Jane wasn’t having any of his shit.
He sat at the breakfast table and sipped his water. What was he going to do? If asked four months ago if he was going to be a father, in a monogamous relationship, and under threat of death he would have laughed. Although he wasn’t sure if he could call what they had a relationship. Actually he wasn’t sure what he would define what they had as. They didn’t really talk about it other than Jane saying she was available for him to have sex with. There wasn’t anything easy about her. She was work. Admittedly, work he liked. What was he supposed to do? He set the bottle on the table.
He noticed a folder on the table with a real estate agents card paper clipped to it. Jane was house hunting. Was she seriously thinking about keeping the baby? He opened the folder reasoning with himself that he should have some involvement with choosing where his child lived.
He shuffled through the pictures of houses she’d printed off and they were nice but small. They wouldn’t do. The ads didn’t say anything about the school districts. They were to accessible to the public. Where the hell was he supposed to stay when he visited? In some hotel? If he was going to be involved he’d need to be on-site. He copied the real estate agents number into his phone.
His cell phone pinged with a text. Malcolm asked if Jane was okay. He texted back saying yes. Then noticed there was a text from his lawyer who had a friend in New Orleans who he could talk to about child custody issues. There was one from his brother asking how he was. He quickly texted him back promising him a call in the next day or so.
He grabbed another bottled water and headed back to the bedroom.
Jane was awake and checking out her wound in the mirror.
She was naked except for the bandage and any thoughts of talking about houses flew right out of his head. He held up the bottle of water. “Thirsty?”
“Were you worried I might be dehydrated?”
“You’re wounded.”
She smiled.
He sat on the bed. “Tell me about your mother.”
“Addy is a house wife with a lot of kids.”
“Your biological mother.”
She took a deep breath. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because you know everything about me and I don’t know anything about you.”
She walked over to the bed and got on it. “It’s not an exciting story.” She laid on her side and propped her head up on her palm.
“You’re very evasive. It’s sexy as hell.”
“She was born in Takar,
ever heard of it?”
“Near Saudi Arabia. So how did you end up here?”
“My mother was raised in Paris and came here, as a young woman eventually settling in New Orleans.”
“Wasn’t that hard for a Muslim woman alone? I’m assuming she was Muslim.”
Jane nodded. “She had wanderlust.”
“So she met your dad, had you, and settled in New Orleans.”
“Then ended up murdered.”
“You say it so matter of fact. Why is that?” He listened for any emotion in her voice but there wasn’t any.
“Military training. You have to be dispassionate to deal with the job, it bleeds over into everything.”
“Why did you join the military?”
“I wanted to go to college.”
He tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “But West Point? You gotta drink the Kool-Aid. No offense.”
“None taken. I believe in America and wanted to serve my country. They paid me to go to school.”
“Have you ever met any of your mother’s family.”
“We weren’t a match. I’m too American.”
Part of him couldn’t believe she was answering all his questions. He had so many and he wasn’t going to stop until he was done. “Why bounty hunting and private security?”
“When I retired, I was recruited by the clandestine service--”
“The what?”
“CIA, Homeland Security, and NSA.”
He laughed. “Why didn’t you go? You could be Jane Bourne.”
She smirked. “That didn’t go well for him, but the alphabet agencies don’t have enough rules. So I decided to go on my own and work the jobs I wanted, with the people I trusted.”
“Do you make a lot of money?”
“You can make major cash if you don’t mind who you work with. Even if you do, you can make great money.”
“Most high paying job?”
“I made eleven million and change the job before yours.”
She really didn’t need his cash. That made him feel a whole lot better. “Can you tell me?”
“I can’t.”
“Craziest job?”
“I had to babysit a king’s barely legal boy toy at a gay strip club and Disneyworld.”
He thought rock stars had great adventures. Not even close. “Most fun?”
“I helped Mick bring in Nathan Hoyt.”
That was her. He’d heard he was hiding in Columbia with some drug cartel. “The hedge fund guy?”
“He was my fifty grand lap dance.”
“You got fifty grand for a lap dance?”
She rolled onto her back and raised her arms above her head and pushed her beautiful breasts up. “Don’t you think I’m worth it?”
He leaned over and kissed a breast. “I’d pay you a hundred.”
She let out a breath and pushed her body on the bed.
“If you ever flee from prosecution I’ll hold you to that. If you're nice to Duck he might show it to you.”
That he had to see. “You’re on film?”
“Duck told me he keeps it in his spank bank. I’m flattered. He’s seen me at my worst.
“You and Mick ever have a thing?” He’d been wanting to ask that question for a long time. They seemed close.
She shook her head. “You’re more his type.”
“Shit I couldn’t tell. Were any of those things you told me secrets?”
“Nope.”
“You know you owe me a few secrets.”
“When I got home from A-Stan, I had microdermabrasion and a chemical peel. Afghanistan isn’t skin friendly.”
“You don’t seem vain.”
She cupped her luscious breasts. “That’s the secret. Trust me, when Ruby and Pearl droop I’m getting those taken care of.”
Groaning he ran his thumb over one dusky nipple, and watched her body shudder. “They are a national treasure.”
“Thank you, but you have to promise not to say anything. It will ruin my rep and it’s easier to work with the boys if they don’t think I’m very girly.”
“Until I saw your apartment I wasn’t sure you had a girly side. Its sexy that you hide it.”
“When I met you I had no idea that you would enjoy the combat training. I thought you wouldn’t take me seriously. Oh wait you kept trying to seduce me.”
He let his hand meander down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. “Nothing about you is easy.”
“Should it be?”
“You give me your body, but there is a part of you I can’t touch.” He slipped his fingers between her supple thighs.
“Do you want to?”
The answer scared him. “Yes.”
Her voice was low and husky. “Why?”
“There is something mysterious about you and I want to find the answer.”
“I’m an ordinary woman.”
“There is nothing ordinary about you.” That wasn’t a line. Something about her had him coming back for more.
“Is it me or the challenge?”
“I’m intrigued by you. You only let me see so much.”
“Let’s be real, I’m not your type. If I allowed you to have a rotating line up of women, you would have never bothered with me.”
“You’re selling us both short.”
“Do you have expectations?”
His stomach tightened as she caressed his skin above his pants. “I want to keep sleeping with you.”
“Do you think you’re going to want to once your stalker is caught?”
Hell yeah, he thought. “I’m going to be in town for at least a year.”
“There a lot of beautiful women in this city, who would kill for a night in Declan Shaw’s bed.”
“Don’t think you can compete?”
“The real question is do I want to?”
She didn’t have to. She had all his attention. “Do you?”
“One of the most important lessons you learn as a solider is to live in the moment. I still haven’t learned that one. I’m a planner.”
Declan wasn’t sure how to take that. “Am I just a moment?”
Jane slipped her hand around his head and brought it to hers. “But what a moment it is.”
He smiled. “I can live with that … for the moment.”
“Take your pants off and we can have another moment.”
* * *
JANE KNEW SHE WAS DREAMING. The bedroom smelled of clean linen. It had rained in L.A. earlier that day and the smog had cleared. Her eyes had adjusted to the lights while she’d been waiting for two hours. What surprised her most was that she wasn’t nervous. She’d waited for this day since she was six years old. She could avenge her mother’s death. But that wasn’t why she was here in her grandfather’s Los Angeles home. She was acting as an agent of her government. She was there to assassinate an enemy of her country. A man who funded the death of American soldiers with his treachery. The fact that he’d killed her mother didn’t matter to her government. Hell they’d covered it when her grandfather had been their lapdog.
The door opened and she watched the old man shuffle to the bathroom. He took a few minutes and came out in his silk pajamas. He was so sure he was safe and secure in his house he didn’t have bodyguards. Not a bad tactic for a traitor. He got into the bed, and within minutes he was asleep. She heard his even breathing. She got up and moved to the bed and sat at the end of the bed, and nudging his foot. Bedcovers rustled and he fumbled for the lamp on the night table and turned it on. He stared at her for a second and she saw the fear in his eyes.
“Yasmeen?”
She shook her head. “Hello Grandfather.”
“You look just like her.”
“I know.”
“What do you want?”
She leaned back on her hand. “A conversation.”
“Is that all?”
He knew why she was here. She could see it in his dark eyes. Good, she’d hoped she wouldn’t have to fight him. “Why di
d you murder her?”
“She dishonored her family.”
“You divorced her mother and sent them to Paris. Did anyone remember you had a daughter to dishonor your family?”
He folded his hands over his lap and sounded so righteous. “She was to marry a powerful ally.”
“I see.”
“Were you raised by your corrupt father?”
Fox Elliot didn’t even know she existed. “No. I was adopted by an American family.”
“No better.”
“They raised me well, with honor, with respect for my country, for God.”
“You are Christian?” There was anger on his face.
“Yes, but I’ve read the Quran.”
“Your Arabic is passable,” he scoffed.
She knew he was lying, if her Arabic hadn’t been perfect she would have never been able to catch him. “Do you know the Quran said it is wrong to kill women and children?”
“If I had more time I would have killed you.”
Amazingly enough, she’d felt nothing. He was evil, to him her death would have be nothing. “You dishonored Allah.”
“What do you know?” He spit at her. “You dishonor Allah with your American ways”
She wiped it off her cheek and onto the bed covers. “I know that Allah is forgiveness. He is mercy. He is compassion.” Although she wasn’t raised Muslim she respected the faith. Addy and Pete had taught her to be tolerant.
“You are a woman, you know nothing.”
“I’ve come for two reasons.” She smiled. “I wanted you to know I forgive you for taking my mother away from me. I can show mercy.”
His dark eyes widened. For a moment he didn’t seem so frightened. “You aren’t going to murder me?”
She shrugged. “I’m still going to kill you. My government has no forgiveness for people who betray them.” She grabbed a pillow and held it over his face. They didn’t want it to look like natural causes. She didn’t have to wait long. He was an old man in bad health and she felt him slip into unconsciousness. She walked to her bag and took out an opened pack of his favorite cigarettes and pulled one out. Then she put the pack on the night table next to an onyx ashtray and matching lighter. She took out a pack of matches and lit the cigarette and inhaled. The smoke burned her throat, but she didn’t cough. She let the cigarette burn then put it in his right hand. If he didn’t insist on sheets from Takar they would have been flame retardant. Quickly a fire started. She waited until the bed was engulfed in flames then Jane hurried out of the house and slipped through a side gate. She strolled leisurely over the next three blocks not really thinking. She saw the car and quickly got into the passenger side.
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