Waiting for Him

by Samantha Cole

  “Mm-hmm.”

  Chuckling, he reached between them and squeezed the rim of the condom before pulling out of her. She moaned in protest as he rolled her off him onto her side. Leaning toward her, he kissed her pert little nose. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  He was back moments later with a washcloth. “Spread your legs for me, Kitten.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  Snorting his amusement, he began to clean her. “Mm-hmm? Is that all you can say?”

  “Mmm,” she mumbled. “You knocked the dictionary out of my head. Can’t think.”

  He grinned and tossed the cloth back into the bathroom where it landed on the tiled floor. Pulling back the covers, he picked her up and settled her sated body on her side of the bed and nestled in behind her. Her ass cheeks cradled his softened cock as he squeezed her hip. Once this craziness was behind them, he planned on preparing her ass to be taken. He hoped like hell it wouldn’t be on her hard limit list.

  Shit! How the hell were they supposed to make plans for the future with a fifteen million dollar price tag hanging over her head? Not wanting to spoil her contentment, he decided to wait until the morning to tell her about the money. Although, she hadn’t given him much of a choice as he realized her breathing had turned shallow and she was asleep. Holding her close, he cupped one breast and closed his eyes.

  Chapter 14

  Kat awoke in a sweat and it took her a moment to comprehend it was Benny’s body heat which had her ripping off her covers. When he didn’t move or say anything, she realized he was still asleep as he spooned her from behind, his arm anchored around her waist. The morning sun was peeking through the sheers covering the French door’s clear panes, and she had the sudden need to use the toilet. When she tried to ease out of the bed, his arm tightened around her and his hand found her breast and squeezed. She bit her lip and tried again. This time when she shifted, the hand went south to her pelvis and his hips thrust forward. His morning wood was now nestled between her lower checks and he pumped a few more times, groaning, but still in slumber.

  Shit! It felt so good, so naughty, but if she didn’t get up soon her bladder was going to stage a protest. “Benny?” She shook his arm. Of course, all that did was make him grind his erection into her flesh again. She raised her voice a little louder and tried again. “Benny, I have to get up.”

  “Why?” he mumbled.

  “I have to use the bathroom.”

  Slowly, he released her and she crawled out of the bed. She was halfway to the door when he asked, “What time is it?”

  Kat glanced at the bedside clock. “Seven-fifteen,” she told him before entering the bathroom.

  * * *

  Groaning, Boomer shifted onto his back and watched her ass disappear into the bathroom. He grabbed his stiff cock and gave it a few rubs, then scratched his balls. Behind the now closed door, the toilet flushed and then he heard the sound of the shower coming on. He laid there for a minute, letting the morning fog clear from his brain when a thought occurred to him. This time he didn’t have to worry about what she would think if he joined her. Throwing the covers off, he strode across the room and was happy to find the door unlocked. Deciding to have a little fun, he used his stealth training and slowly cracked open the door. Steam had filled the room, but through the mirror he could still make out her naked form stepping into the shower. It was an open walk-in stall behind thick glass blocks with no door or curtain to shut.

  Kat’s back was to him, as he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. Silently, he eased over to the shower opening, stepped inside, and leaned against the tiled wall. He watched as she tilted her head back and with closed eyes let the water sluice down her face, neck, shoulders, and lower. His eyes followed the writhing streams of liquid as her hands pushed her wet hair off her forehead. A rivulet flowed down her spine and disappeared into the crack of her ass. And still her back remained facing him.

  Boomer’s pulse raced as his eyes and balls grew heavy. Gripping his hard, thick cock, he slowly stroked it while he watched her grab a pink loofah and a bottle of body wash. The scent of coconuts filled the air and it made him even harder, reminding him of how good she smelled last night. The loofah was now lathered and soap bubbles began to coat her skin. He tugged on his cock and pre-cum oozed as his gaze followed the pink bundle as it passed over every inch of her skin. She spread her legs and moaned loudly as she soaped up her pussy. Boomer bit his lip trying to stay silent.

  “Are you going to stand there all day, watching me, and playing with yourself?”

  A grin spread across his face. “How did you know I was here, you little tease?”

  Turning, she gave him a saucy smile. “I felt the cooler air when the door opened. And I also have great peripheral vision.” She continued to run the loofah over body as she watched his hand pump up and down.

  “Are you sore this morning? Be honest, because you rode me pretty hard last night.”

  A blush spread over her cheeks as she nodded.

  “It’s okay, Kitten. I can just take care of this,” his chin dipped toward his groin, “while you finish showering over there.”

  Kat bit her bottom lip, then her tongue caressed her upper one. “Or, I could…you know…”

  Boomer snorted in amusement. “We’re going to have to work on your naughty vocabulary. Does ‘you know’ mean you’re offering to blow me?”

  Her eyes stayed on his hand as it continued to slowly work his cock—up, over, back and down in a mesmerizing rhythm. “Last night was the first time I ever did…you know, but I’ve read lots of books, so I was just doing what they said.”

  “Well, you did a fine job. I loved fucking your mouth, but this time I want to come down your throat. Do you think you can handle it?”

  “I-I don’t know, but I want to try…Master.”

  Boomer growled. “Fuck, I love hearing that from your lips. Sit down on the bench, baby, and let me rinse off real quick. Then I’m going to fuck your sweet mouth.”

  The built-in tiled bench was in two separate sections, one higher than the other. The lower one would be the perfect height for her to sit on while she gave him a blow-job. He took the pink loofah from her hand and lathered up his body, taking extra time to clean his cock and balls for her. After rinsing the suds off, he stepped toward her. She licked her lips, and he groaned as he guided his aching cock to her waiting mouth. “Lick it, baby. Like a lollipop.”

  * * *

  Kat’s tongue glided up the thick vein on the underside and Benny hissed. “Oh, yeah. Do it again.”

  Encouraged, Kat began licking in earnest. Gripping him by the root and cupping his sac, she remembered how he told her he liked it the night before. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and she ran her tongue over it. It was salty, but that’s all that registered to her taste buds.

  His hand grasped her wet hair and pulled her closer to his groin. “Open wide. Take me in as far as you can.”

  Her mouth formed an ‘O’ and she wrapped her lips around his hard flesh. Being careful not to hurt him with her teeth, she sucked him like he was a straw in a thick milkshake.

  Groaning, he started to thrust his hips, forcing her to take a little more of him each time. He was so wide she wasn’t sure if she could get all of him in her mouth, but she wanted to try. Swirling her tongue around him made him tighten his grip on her hair, and the pain from her scalp went straight to her clit, making it throb with need. She didn’t care if she was sore and brought one hand to her mound.

  “Uh-uh, Kitten. I didn’t say you could play with yourself. You save that for me. I’ll take care of you after I cum in your mouth.”

  She whimpered around his cock. She needed to touch herself, but she wanted to please him more. Her mind had become focused on her clit and she lost track of what she was doing. Kat gagged and coughed when his tip hit the back of her throat. Reflexively, her jaw closed a little and he jerked his hips. “Shit, baby, watch those teeth!”
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br />   Releasing him, her eyes filled with apology. “Sorry! I didn’t mean…”

  “Shhh. It’s ok. This is something you have to practice. I’ll hold back a little, so you don’t choke. Okay?”

  Kat nodded and tried again. This time she kept her mind on what she was doing because she didn’t want to bite him. His hand guided her and she followed his lead. Slow at first, his thrusts gradually became faster and shorter.

  “I’m going to come, baby. Swallow what you can.”

  “Mm-hm.”

  * * *

  Boomer’s balls drew up tight and black spots appeared before his eyes. “Oh, fuck! Damn, you feel so good. Swallow, baby.”

  Boomer shot his load into her mouth and almost immediately Kat began to choke.

  “Shit!” He quickly pulled out, and the rest of his cum hit her in the face and neck. What had made it into her mouth came right back out as she spit on the shower floor. Coughing and hacking, she looked at him in horror as he knelt before her. He used his hands to wipe her face clean, using water still flowing from the showerhead. “Shhhhh. Baby, it’s okay. Shhh. Breathe, Kitten, breathe through your nose.”

  “I…” Her voice was barely audible as she tried to catch her breath. Watery, red eyes tried to focus on him and failed. She coughed a few more times and then finally cleared her throat. “I’m s-sorry.”

  Boomer pulled her into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. His hands rubbed up and down her back. “There’s no reason to be sorry, baby. No reason at all. Most woman do the same thing their first time. I should have warned you. Sex gets sloppy sometimes…most times. And swallowing cum isn’t for everyone. But I’m proud of you for trying. Are you okay?”

  She took a ragged breath. “I…I think so?”

  Pulling back, he looked at her and grinned. “I gather it wasn’t what you expected.”

  “Not at all.” She giggled and wiped the last of her tears away. “I’m sorry, but in the books, they always write how sweet and delicious it is, and it’s not.” She winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

  Boomer stood and helped her up as well. “Com’ere. Let’s get you cleaned up again. And I’m not insulted. That’s one thing about those romance books…everything is perfect in them. In reality, some people find cum bitter and salty, while others enjoy the taste.”

  As they washed each other, Kat’s embarrassment over the incident seemed to ebb from her body. Wanting to return the pleasure he’d received, he put his hand between her legs, but she hissed and grabbed his wrist. “No. Don’t.”

  “Sore?”

  “Yeah, sorry.”

  His hand gripped her chin and he made sure her eyes were on him. “Stop saying you’re sorry, Kitten. Everything you’re feeling is normal. Stop living in those fantasy worlds for a minute. Sex is dirty, messy and, yes, sometimes a little painful. But I’m looking forward to showing you how the pain can be turned into pleasure. I know you’re reading Kristen’s book, and from what I’ve read, she does a pretty good job of getting her sex scenes true to reality. If you have questions when we get home, she’ll be a good person to talk to.”

  “Kristen? You mean, you know Kristen Anders? You’ve read her books?”

  He almost smirked at the hint of jealousy in her voice. “I’ve only skimmed through the sex scenes, and yeah, I do know her. Except she’ll be Kristen Sawyer soon. She’s Devon’s fiancée and submissive.”

  Wide-eyes stared back at him. “Oh my God! I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you tell me?” She playfully smack his chest then shut off the water. They’d be prunes if they stayed in any longer.

  Boomer took one of the guest towels from the rack outside the stall and wrapped it around her before taking another for himself. “Sorry, I kind of had other things on my mind.”

  “Like people shooting at us and stuff.” Her voice had grown quieter, as if the reality of the past few days had come back to her in a rush.

  Grimacing, he followed her into the bedroom to get dressed. “Yeah, stuff like that.”

  Ten minutes later, they joined Devon and Marco in the large eat-in kitchen. The two of them eyed Boomer and he shook his head—no, he hadn’t told her yet. When they were settled with coffee and bagels at the table, he squeezed her hand. “Kat, we found out some information last night and have a few questions for you.”

  Warily, she put down the coffee cup she’d just picked up. “Okay. Shoot.”

  “What happened in the few days following the accident?”

  The color seeped from her face and he squeezed her hand again. Taking a deep breath, she took a moment to think back to that terrible time. “Um…the FBI brought us to a hospital for treatment, then arranged for us to be pronounced…” She swallowed hard. “Um…pronounced dead. They snuck us out of there and took us to a safe house. We changed safe-houses after twenty-four and forty-eight hours. I was so numb and upset, I don’t even know where we were.”

  “It’s okay, baby. Do you remember if your dad had access to a computer?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t remember. I’m sorry. I remember they took our cell phones, and we had TV, but no, I don’t think we had a computer. One of the agents may have had one though. It was so long ago, I honestly don’t remember. Why? What did my father do?”

  The tears in her eyes were killing him. “We think your dad stole money from the accounts he was in charge of for the Russians, a few days after the accident. Did he give you any indication he’d come into a large sum of money over the years?”

  * * *

  “Oh. My. God. No…no…no!” Anger boiled within Kat as she shook her head. How could her father have done this to her? It had to be why those men were after her. “We had a joint account at the bank. The only money there was what the Marshals’ had given us to start over with, and our paychecks were direct deposit. As far as I know, it was the only account he had. How much…how much money did he take?”

  When Benny didn’t answer her immediately, she looked at Marco and then Devon. “How. Much?”

  “Fifteen million dollars,” Devon told her quietly.

  Whatever color had returned to her face, drained again. She jumped from her seat and began to pace the kitchen, her hands raised in disbelief. “Fifteen…fifteen million. Holy shit! Holy! Fucking! Shit! Daddy, what the fuck did you do? Fifteen million dollars! Where…where…”

  Devon interrupted her rant with his soothing voice. “It’s what we have to figure out, Kat. From what our contact told us, Sergei Volkov was killed by his own people. A man name Viktor Denisovich has taken over, and we think he’s the one who wants to find you and the money.”

  “But I don’t know where it is!”

  Benny stood and embraced her. His strong arms and body heat instantly calming her. “They don’t know that, Kat. But your dad left us clues which will hopefully tell us where the money is.”

  “And if we don’t find it, what then?” she cried into his shoulder.

  “One step at a time, baby. We’ll find a way out of this. One step at a time.”

  Chapter 15

  “Viktor? It’s Ruslan.”

  “Vhat you have for me?”

  “Ve traced rental to business in Tampa. Trident Security. Former military. Place vell-guarded. Paranoid group.”

  “Blyat! Any sign of girl?”

  “Nyet.”

  “Keep looking. I vant that money. Kill anyone who gets in vay.”

  “Horosho.”

  Viktor the Bull hung up the phone and tossed it on his desk. He was this close to getting the money the fucking accountant had stolen from Sergei the Wolf years ago. The higher-ups had written it off long ago, despite it being a lot of money, because they had plenty to burn. But thanks to a talented computer geek, fifteen million dollars was finally within Viktor’s reach. When he’d gotten the okay to off Volkov, he’d renewed his efforts to find Ivan Maier. With a little money thrown in the right direction twelve years ago, they’d learned the accountant and his daught
er had survived the ‘accident’. Unfortunately the trail went cold after a few sightings. Now with a facial-recognition program, he was on the hunt again. And this time, he would succeed.

  * * *

  The two rental vehicles pulled up to the forgotten piece of land. It, along with surrounding properties, had been abandoned long ago. A few dilapidated barns and houses, built over seven decades in the past, dotted the area. Brody was able to hack into the local government computers and get the coordinates of Ivan Maier’s childhood home, or what was left of it. Irina had been right. All that remained from the old home was the foundation, charred pieces of wood, and a brick chimney. The weeds and a few animals in the area had made their home in the ruins.

  All four of them exited the vehicles and stared in dismay at the sight before them. A breeze blew Kat’s hair in several directions and she quickly put it up into a pony-tail with a band she pulled from her pocket. “So, now what? What are we looking for?”

  Boomer held out his hand to her. “Watch your step. There’s lots of old debris around and you can’t see it well with these damn weeds.”

  As Boomer led her closer to the foundation, Marco jumped down into what had been the basement. It looked like the area was a hangout for juveniles with nothing better to do. Empty beer bottles, soda cans, garbage, and the occasional used condom littered the area. Devon circled the area around the foundation and inspected the chimney before joining his teammate in the hole. Instead of jumping, he pushed aside a useless metal door and took a set of cement stairs which once lead to the backyard.

  From the former front steps, Boomer and Kat scanned the area below. “Anything?”

  “Aside from all this crap, Boom, I’m not seeing anything out of place,” Marco told him while kicking some rubbish out of the way. “It’s either long gone or well-hidden. Did Kat’s aunt say anything about an underground shelter or well on the property?”

  Kat pulled out her cell phone. “No, she didn’t, but I can call her.”