by Cynthia Sax
And then there were no more bullets. The world went silent and still, the Agency soldiers frozen midattack, their guns raised, their faces grim and lifeless. A semicircle of ammunition hung in the air. Diego’s bullets struck his targets, piercing flesh, but the men didn’t fall.
Diego stopped shooting. “What the fuck?” Questioning his own sanity, he reached out and tapped a hanging bullet. It moved but didn’t drop.
It couldn’t be a dream, because he didn’t feel pain in dreams, and the flesh wound on his arm hurt like a son of a bitch. His other senses were also vividly engaged. Diego heard Haiku breathe in frantic puffs of air behind him, and he smelled the sharp tang of her fear. “Haiku?” Did she know what the fuck was going on?
“It wasn’t Mommy. I froze the bad men.” Jacob casually pushed his way between the Agency operatives. “I don’t want to be an ass-in if it means Mommy and you die.” He glared at Diego, daring him to refute that logic.
“Jacob.” Before Diego could stop her, Haiku ran forward, brushing bullets aside to reach the boy. “Thank goodness you’re here.” She hugged Jacob to her chest. “You did a good, good thing, sweetheart.” She petted his wet hair.
“Yeah.” Diego grunted. He still wasn’t certain what had happened. All he knew was Haiku was alive, he was alive, and the kid had something to do with it. He should be irritated as hell that a kid saved them, saved him, a professional killer, but he wasn’t. The only emotion he felt was gratitude.
Jacob allowed Haiku’s coddling for a moment before pushing away from her. “You said to stay, and I didn’t.” The boy folded his twiglike arms. “I didn’t follow orders.” He tilted his chin up.
Jacob expected a reprimand, but he didn’t deserve one, and Diego was a big enough man to admit when he was wrong. “A good assassin only follows orders if those orders are right.” He eyed the Agency soldiers. Their chests didn’t move, which meant they weren’t breathing. “Are they dead?”
“I froze them for five hours.”
Jacob held up five grimy fingers. The dirt was disgusting, but it wasn’t his fault, as it was impossible to stay clean while traversing the urban battlefield. Diego made a mental note to get him gloves.
“Do you want me to make them go pop?”
“No.” Haiku gasped. “No popping.” She clutched the boy to her bosom.
“Mommy doesn’t understand.” Jacob repeated his common refrain, freeing himself from Haiku’s loving stranglehold. The boy stared at him.
Diego stared back. “I understand.” He understood completely. He glanced at the soldiers and then at Jacob. Diego’s trigger fingers tapped on his guns. They both knew what the other was thinking. It would be so easy to kill the Agency men now.
“But we should humor Mommy,” Diego decided, holstering his guns. “We won’t make them go pop.” He picked up the discarded backpack and slung it over his shoulder. There was no reason to expose his softhearted Haiku to all that death. The soldiers were frozen for five hours. He could deposit Haiku and Jacob at the orphanage and then return to finish the job.
“Come, Haiku.” Diego motioned. She was too far away from him. He couldn’t protect her from there, and that made him nervous. He’d almost lost her once today, and he’d be even more careful now. He wouldn’t risk her life again.
“I love you, Diego.” Haiku took his extended hand. He couldn’t hear those three words often enough.
“Yeah.” He loved her too. Diego pulled her close for a quick kiss on the lips. They were far from his bunker, but pressed against Haiku, she felt like home. She was soft and open and welcoming.
Aware of their pint-size audience, Diego reluctantly drew away from Haiku. There would be time for more loving later. First he’d return her and Jacob to the orphanage. Diego looked back at the boy. Jacob stood, shifting his feet, his head bowed.
“Come, Jacob.” Diego held out his other hand. It felt numb from the gunshot wound. Warm blood ran down his skin in rivulets of red, but Jacob didn’t seem to mind. The boy’s face lit up, and he ran to place his small fingers in Diego’s large palm.
They walked through the dark alley, the three of them, and Diego’s heart swelled. His right hand held his woman, and his left hand held the boy his woman loved. He was no longer alone. He had a family. He glanced at Haiku’s trim waist. All they needed was a baby to make Emily’s drawing come true.
Diego threaded his fingers through Haiku’s. She looked up at him, a serene smile curling her lips, her beautiful face reflecting the peace he felt.
As they turned the corner, a loud pop broke the silence, and her smile disappeared. “Jacob.” Haiku twisted her body to look behind them.
Diego tugged her forward and gently squeezed Jacob’s hand. He understood. He may not agree with the boy’s methods, but he understood his rationale, because they both, in their own way, protected the woman they loved. The pops continued...
Chapter Fourteen
That evening, Diego dropped Haiku onto their bed’s crisp, white sheets. She clasped his bare shoulders, pulling him down to cover her wet, naked body. Gauze was wrapped around his left arm, but the binding was unnecessary, as the wound had already closed. Having examined him thoroughly during their shared shower, Haiku was satisfied that he was otherwise healthy.
They were also alone, having left Jacob at the orphanage. He promised to stay there this time. After Diego returned from his extended perimeter check, her two men had talked privately for over an hour and had come to some sort of understanding. Diego wouldn’t say what that understanding was, and Haiku didn’t ask, as she didn’t really want to know.
All she needed to know was that everyone she cared for was safe. “We’re alive, Diego.” Haiku laughed with joy. “We live to love another day. We should celebrate.”
“Oh, I plan to.” He rolled away from her, his muscles rippling as he stood. He moved like a sleek predator, padding silently across the bedroom to open the dresser drawer.
It was the drawer he kept his sanitized black gloves in. Haiku sat up, her disappointment edged with fear. “What are you doing?” Was he planning to go out again?
The leather snapped as he pulled the skintight gloves onto his big hands. “I have a jet bike to ride.” Returning to the bed, he opened his fingers to display a small tube of lubricant, and Haiku’s pussy moistened at the promise of sexual delights to come. Diego dropped the tube on the bed, and his black eyes gleamed as he leaned over and kissed her, nibbling on her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip. The mattress dipped with his weight. He caressed her breasts, cupping them with his leather-covered hands, pinching her nipples into tight peaks.
His touch scrambled her brain. He kissed her once more before flipping her onto her stomach. Her breath whooshed out of her, his sudden movement catching her by surprise.
“And guess who the jet bike is?”
Diego straddled her legs and wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her body up until she was on her hands and knees, exposed and submissive to his demands.
“Are you going to ride me?” Haiku wiggled her ass, tempting him. She craved his love taps, wanted those leather gloves smacking against her skin. “Hard?”
Diego wedged his hands between her closed legs, spreading her wider. His leather gloves felt cool and smooth and alien on her skin. “I will ride you hard.” He lunged into her, swiping her wet pussy lips with his broad cockhead, and she gasped, swaying backward to capture him.
“Eventually.”
He chuckled as he moved his cock out of her reach. She frowned. When was eventually?
“But not yet.” He clucked in a mock rebuke. “First, I must examine my machine, make sure all her parts work properly.”
He bent over her and nipped at her shoulder. She yelped.
“The Start button is functioning.”
He soothed the love bite with his tongue, swirling heat onto her skin. Next he licked down her spine, his hot mouth sending shivers cascading over her body.
“The frame is solid.”
/> Diego sucked on the dimple above her left ass cheek, and she arched, relishing the pull. Rubbing his leather-clad fingers over her skin, he heated her flesh until she moaned.
“Very solid.”
He slapped her ass hard with his palm, the sound ringing in the silent room. She cried out. That was what she needed. That was what she craved. He licked the burn while his hand slipped down the shadowed crevice of her ass, leaving a trail of warmth.
“The seat has lots of cushioning.”
She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him.
“I love that,” Diego reassured her with a grin.
He slapped her right ass cheek, making her pussy clench, and then he pressed his lips against the throbbing flesh, mouthing her skin.
“It is good for long…” He straightened and grabbed her hips, his shaft sliding along her pussy lips. “Hard…” He moved again, fucking her without entry. “Rides.”
She moaned; his teasing drove her crazy. She needed him inside her, filling her, dominating her.
With his cock brushing against her thighs, Diego reached over her body to pick up the tube of lubricant. Haiku watched, her pussy clenching in anticipation, as he leisurely rubbed the clear gel over his gloves, one large finger at a time, until the leather was a shiny black.
“Now we have a classic rider dilemma.”
Diego circled her butt hole with the lubricated fingers of his left hand, while his right hand played with her pussy.
“Which thruster to use? The emergency thruster?”
He dripped more gel into her ass crack, and Haiku gasped both from the cold and from shock. She’d never allowed any man to enter her there, but she trusted Diego. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Diego rubbed the lubricant around and around and around her puckered rim, until she was slick and warm and relaxed. Then he eased his pinkie finger into that tight butt hole. Her body, at first, resisted the anal invasion, squeezing around the leather, but he persisted, pushing in, in, in, until she’d taken him up to the farthest joint.
“Or the tried and true?”
He pumped her pussy with two fingers. The leather, despite the lubricant, created friction against her flesh, heating her channel, adding to the stimulation.
“Emergency?”
He slid his pinkie in and out of her virgin hole. It felt naughty and decadent and very, very arousing.
“Tried and true?”
He added a third finger to her pussy, pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. The throbbing increased in intensity to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Diego worked her with both hands, gradually overlapping his pumping until the movements were synchronized, her two holes filled at the same time. “Diego.” She cried his name, her pussy vibrating and her ass quivering. She was so full, so saturated, and she couldn’t absorb the sensations. They overwhelmed her. She shook, her legs folding under her. She buried her face in the pillow to smother her cries.
“Not yet, Haiku.”
Diego removed his hands, and her torment eased momentarily.
“I want to be inside you.”
He draped himself over her body, his cock replacing his fingers, his hips pressing against her tender ass cheeks. He eased into her, his larger size stretching her pussy. His left hand was positioned as a pillar beside her shoulder, holding the bulk of his weight, and his right hand reached around to squeeze and knead her breasts, the leather sticky and hot against her nipples. With his bare chest rubbing against her rounded back, she was surrounded by his hard muscle.
He withdrew and drove into her again and again, pummeling her pussy with poignant pleasure. It wasn’t enough; she needed more. Haiku pushed back to take all of him. He groaned in her ear, and she panted with effort as they fucked like two wild things. His balls slapped against her burning ass, his thighs smacking against hers. Their lovemaking was harsh and primitive, a celebration of being healthy and alive and free.
Haiku reveled in it, giving herself over completely to the moment. She was long past thinking. She could only feel, her entire body an erogenous zone. Diego licked her ear, and she cried out. He ground his hips against her ass, and she shook. He slapped her nipple with his leather-clad fingers, and she came, her release fierce. She screamed shamelessly.
Diego thrust twice more, his rhythm frantic and unruly, before shouting his own release, his cum filling her, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed, his weight flattening her. He was too heavy, and her body was too sensitive. When Haiku whimpered a protest, Diego rolled with her.
She lay on top of him, her mind filled with light and color and words. “Diego—” Haiku smiled as he handed her the black marker. He knew her so well. She scanned his tanned physique. There was a poem on his flat stomach, and one on each pec. He was her living notebook. She searched lower for blank skin and printed her new work on one muscled thigh.
Haiku and Diego
On a jet bike fit for two
Ride love forever
“My turn.”
Diego held out his hand, and she gave him the marker. Haiku watched, curious as he uncapped it, as she’d never seen him write anything before. He was a man of action, not words.
Diego turned her onto her back, so that she looked up at him, her breasts bare, her legs open, her chafed ass rubbing against the soothing cotton sheets. He pressed the cool marker tip against her stomach; his face was grim and serious as he wrote. She waited until he was finished before reading his words.
Diego loves Haiku.
Always.
She blinked rapidly, overcome with emotion. His message wasn’t a haiku, yet it was poetry to her ears. He loved her so much, he’d put it in writing. “I love you too, Diego.” Haiku cupped his face between her hands and brushed her lips against his, her touch tender and full of meaning. “Always.” She pushed his dark hair back to kiss his forehead.
“Yeah.” He smiled slowly. There was warmth in his flat black eyes. “Always.”
Loose Id Titles by Cynthia Sax
Assassin’s Haiku
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected].
