Waiting for Him

by Samantha Cole

  His hand left her breast and worked its way between her thighs. He rubbed her sex through her sweatpants and she knew he could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her. Kat moaned lowly and separated her legs to give him a little more room to work with. She completely forgot they weren’t exactly alone. All she knew was the pleasure he was giving her. She squirmed on his lap trying to get closer to him and felt his rigid cock against her hip.

  Benny lowered the tone of his voice. “Sit still, Kitten. Put your arms around me and your face in my neck. Try to stay quiet.”

  Desire flooded her. She did as she was told as he loosened the tie to her sweatpants and put his hand inside them. His fingers brushed over her clit and went lower to her wet pussy. Her breathing increased as her lips touched his neck. Putting one finger inside her, he stroked her gently at first. “You like this, don’t you, Kitten? You like how I’m playing with you, knowing Marco or Dev could walk up here at any moment and see my hand down your pants. They could see how flushed and aroused you are.” He added a second finger, maintaining the same slow, torturous pace. “Answer me, Kitten. Do you like this, knowing you could get caught being so naughty? Do you want to cum?”

  “Yes,” she moaned into his neck. “Please. More. Faster.”

  She let out a low disappointed cry. Instead of doing as she wanted him to, he removed his hand from her pants, and brought it to his mouth. Pulling back to watch him, her eyes widened as he licked her juices from his fingers.

  “Mmm. So sweet and delicious.” His hand went back down her pants and this time he began to play with her clit. His eyes were on her face, watching her reactions. “I wish I could throw you on one of the couches and bury my face between your legs. I could eat you for hours, making you come over and over again until I’ve had my fill. And then I’d put you on your hands and knees, and take you from behind. Fucking you. Claiming you. Owning you. You’re mine, Kitten. Mine.”

  His last word had come out on a growl and she moaned with need and want. He’d spoken the truth. She was his. She always had been and always would be. He owned her heart, mind, and soul. No other man could make her feel the way Benny did. She loved him. Still. Now. Forever.

  Her heart rate and breathing increased as her eyes closed. With his other hand, he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his. She instantly opened her lips and let his tongue in to duel with hers. He increased the pace and pressure of his fingers against her clit, but it wasn’t enough to send her over. And, holy shit, she wanted to. She wanted to fall into an orgasmic abyss.

  His teeth came out to nibble on her bottom lip and then along her jaw. Lowering his hand, he put two fingers back inside her as his thumb took over the assault on her clit. Sucking on her neck, he marked her as his fingers pumped harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby. Fly for me.”

  Her orgasm hit her hard. Pussy walls squeezed and throbbed around his fingers as a rush of fluid escaped her. He’d taken her mouth again, muffling her sounds of release, and waves of pleasure assailed her. His fingers slowed while she floated back to him. He smiled at her flushed face and sated expression. “Liked that, didn’t you?” Pulling his hand out of her pants, he licked his fingers as she cuddled closer.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Her cheeks flushed, but this time it wasn’t from arousal. “Do you think they heard?”

  Chuckling, he gave her a quick kiss. “If they did, it’s nothing they haven’t heard before in the club.” He lifted her and placed her back in the seat next to him. “Stay here a second while I get a towel to clean you up.”

  A few moments later he was back with two paper towels, one damp, and the other dry. “This was all they had on board.” She sat blushing while he quickly cleaned between her legs, and retied the strings of her sweatpants. He left her briefly again to dispose of the paper towels then adjusted himself before sitting beside her. “Next time, we’ll have to officially induct you into the mile-high club with my cock deep inside you.”

  She giggled and snuggled against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You’re incorrigible.”

  * * *

  Boomer loved the feel of her in his arms. She fit like she’d been created just for him. And if he had his way, he’d never let her go. His fingers brushed against the mark he’d left on her neck. He needed the world to see he’d staked his claim until he could get a collar around her throat. Shifting slightly, he adjusted himself again. He was harder than granite, but would have to wait until later to take care of it. This had been all about Kat. About pleasing her and showing her she belonged to him. “What’s the first thing you want to do when this is all over? I can get some time off and we can travel a bit. Maybe go down to the Caribbean for a few days. Find ourselves a deserted island where we can walk around naked and fuck like rabbits.”

  “Is sex all you think about?” she teased.

  “When it comes to you, yup. I have a very long list of wicked things I want to do to you, and all of them end with my cock deep inside your body. But I’m sure we can find some time to do other things, like eat and sleep.”

  As she shook her head in amusement, her hand settled on his cotton-covered six-pack. He squelched the urge to push it lower, not wanting to start something they couldn’t finish. “You know what I want to do the most?”

  He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Name it and we’ll do it.”

  “I want to go bowling.”

  “Ha! What?” Boomer couldn’t stop the bubbly laughter which escaped him if he tried. “Bowling? Are you serious? I’m offering you a trip to the Caribbean, filled with incredible monkey-sex, and you want to go bowling?”

  A wide grin and playful eyes lit up her face. “Yes. Bowling. And stop laughing at me.”

  “I can’t help it, Kitten. You say the funniest things. You’ve always been able to make me laugh.” She pinched his side and he grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Okay. Okay. I’m not laughing at you. But why bowling?”

  Her head went back to rest on his strong upper body. “Because we always had the best times when we were bowling. You, me, and Alex. Especially on the Retro Disco Nights we used to go to.” She lifted a shoulder and let it drop again. “I don’t know, it just seemed like that’s when we all let loose and didn’t care about anything but enjoying ourselves. I remember our last Halloween, when the two of you had everyone lined up in the alleys dancing ‘The Hustle’. You were dressed like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever and Alex was the Grease version of Travolta. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my entire life.”

  Boomer roared at the memory. “Oh my God! I forgot all about that. My mom taught us the steps. It took Alex two weeks to get it right because he had no sense of direction. He’d go left while everyone else was going right. So we ended up having him face everyone, like a dance instructor, and it worked out.”

  “It was the best night ever, and it’s why I want to go bowling.” Her laughter died and she picked at an invisible piece of lint on his shirt. “I haven’t bowled since…since my world fell apart.”

  Tightening his hold on her, he lifted her chin with his other hand. “I can’t change the past, baby. But I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you spend the rest of your life laughing and living life to the fullest.” His lips met hers. It wasn’t a seductive kiss, but one filled with promise. “I love you, Kitten.”

  Kat froze then pulled back to so she could see his entire face and stared at him in disbelief.

  “Do you want me to say it again?” She nodded slowly and he grinned. “I. Love. You. Katerina. Maier. I’ve loved you for a very long time. And I plan on spending the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. You’re the only woman I will ever say those words to.”

  Her eyes filled with tears at his declaration. His pounding heart tried to escape its confinement as Kat’s words came out on a whisper. “I love you, too. Always. And I’ll never say those words to another man.”

  “Good. Now that we’ve gotten the mushy stuff out of the
way, kiss me.”

  And she did.

  * * *

  “They just arrived at compound. Girl, three men. Too many people. Vill have to vait until alone.”

  Listening to his minion report in, Viktor the Bull paced back and forth in the bar’s office. It had once belonged to Volkov, but Viktor had taken ownership within days of killing the greedy bastard. The main difference between the two men was Volkov had been stupid and sloppy, whereas Viktor had common sense. He knew to make sure anyone who was privy to his secrets was eliminated as soon as they outgrew their usefulness. Sometimes even before then.

  Growing up an orphan in the USSR, Viktor had come to rely on no one but himself. Making his first kill at fourteen had been a blessing in disguise. The perverted bastard had tried to molest him in an alleyway after catching the teen stealing food from a sidewalk vendor. While struggling on the ground, Viktor had managed to grab hold of a broken bottle and shoved it into the creep’s neck, slicing the artery. Instead of running, he stood there and watched the man’s life end in a puddle of blood. What he hadn’t known was someone else had been standing in the shadows as the whole incident unfolded. A man known only as Dmitry ‘Sishnik’—the Scavenger.

  The trained assassin had taken Viktor under his guidance and taught him everything he knew. At first, the teenager thought Dmitry was another deviant, using his offer of food, shelter, protection, and education as a way to extract sexual favors. But he soon learned that wasn’t the case. The older man had merely wanted a protégé to pass his craft on to. He’d been trained by one of the best in the same manner, and it had been his way of paying it forward and passing on his legacy.

  After learning everything he could from his mentor, Viktor’s final act before leaving his birth country was to kill him, quickly and painlessly. It was the least he could do for the man who had changed his life for the better and was dying of cancer. As a frail Dmitry was struggling to get out of bed one morning, Viktor could see the pain and humiliation in his eyes. He couldn’t stand to see his suffering anymore, and without a word, he swiftly broke the man’s neck. Viktor knew the Scavenger was grateful to his apprentice, for he would’ve never been able to bring himself to commit suicide, and a slow agonizing death would have been worse.

  Since coming to America, Viktor had been working for a Russian network of criminals as an enforcer/assassin. But he was getting older and wanted to start enjoying the good life like his bosses were. Now, there was only one thing standing in his way. It pissed him off that the Maier woman was being well protected, but he’d be damned if they couldn’t find a way around it. He wanted the money and she was the last known connection to it. He’d figured out how to hide the funds from his bosses, funneling it into his recently acquired businesses. It would also help him advance further in the association. Knowing he couldn’t take the chance of his men screwing up, he made a decision. “I’ll be on next flight to Tampa. Find way to get girl, but do nothing until I get there.”

  Chapter 17

  While Jenn, Angie, and Kristen entertained Eileen Michaelson and Kat near the koi pond, Boomer, his dad, and five teammates sat around the unlit fire pit. A few months earlier, for Ian’s birthday, everyone had helped Angie surprise him by transforming the area between the last two buildings in the compound into Ian’s Oasis. They’d ripped up the asphalt and laid down sod before adding things like an outdoor kitchen, TV, seating areas, and shrubbery. The backyard, as it was often referred to, had quickly become a place to hang out and relax. At the moment, country music played in the background, and a misting system was keeping the area cool despite the elevated Floridian temperatures.

  Ian handed Boomer and Rick their new beers then sat back down and opened his own. He continued to fill the older man in on what they’d talked about earlier with the Assistant Director of the FBI. “So, Keon will be discussing things with his boss and the head of the task force who’s been leading the investigations into the Russian mob in Norfolk. Obviously they have no desire to hand the money back over to them. But as it stands now, even though the money is a part of a criminal investigation, he thinks any statutes governing it may have expired. So it means the money might belong to Kat, whether she wants it or not. I have Reggie checking into things on his end.” Reggie Helm was one of Trident’s lawyers as well as a Dom at the club. They consulted with him and his three partners on everything from criminal to civil to contract laws.

  Boomer popped the cap off his beer and took a swig. “Kat said she wants nothing to do with it. As far as she’s concerned, it’s tainted money. I wouldn’t be surprised if she donated all of it when this is over, but we’ll deal with that once she’s out of danger.

  Rick nodded at his son and then turned back toward Ian. “Has Carter turned up anything new?”

  “Of course I have. I’m not a fucking slouch like this bunch of pansies.”

  The men looked up in surprise as the black-ops agent strolled onto the grass from the parking lot. They hadn’t known he was in town, but that was nothing new. The man was a ghost, coming and going as he pleased. From where he’d been sleeping by the women, Beau ran to greet the man who took a moment to roughhouse with the dog before grabbing a beer from the outdoor refrigerator. He downed half of it then shook hands or fist bumped each of the men with a few more insults mixed in. Taking a seat next to Jake, he smirked. “Finally got a scar on that Hollywood face of yours, huh? The whole pirate thing you’ve got going on is pretty fucking hot. You know, blow the man down…or up…or whatever you’re into. Too bad you’re not my type.”

  While the others roared with laughter, Jake snorted and gave his friend the finger. “Fuck you, jackass. This fucking patch is driving me crazy, but not as much as the women are.” He hitched a thumb toward the far end of the backyard. “You’d think I was paralyzed from my eyebrows down the way they’re trying to do everything for me. I’m just glad the mother hens have Kat to fuss over now.”

  The men agreed. With the exception of Boomer’s dad, they were all Doms and preferred to take care of their subs, not the other way around. And in Jake’s case, a gay man with no sisters, having a bunch of women worrying over him was a little unsettling. He loved the Trident women dearly, but wasn’t used to all the attention.

  “So, Boom-Boom. You going to introduce me to the pretty brunette over there?” Carter did his best imitation of Groucho Marx’s eye wiggle while eyeing the group of women. The man loved the ladies, all types, and could be the biggest flirt at times.

  Boomer growled. “Hands off, jackass. Don’t even think about it.”

  “Oh well, a man can dream, can’t he? She’s a sexy little thing, you know, in case you’re ever looking for a third.” Ignoring his friend’s scowl, he took another drink and sighed while settling into the Adirondack chair. “Damn, that tastes good. Anyway, back to the current problem. I’ve done a little research on Viktor Denisovich. He’s been in the U.S. for about twenty years, but before that, he trained under one of the best assassins in the USSR at the time.”

  “Shit.” Boomer dragged hand down his face in frustration. A trained assassin was not someone he wanted anywhere in the same hemisphere as Kat.

  “Yeah, I know. But it seems he’s been backing off on his enforcer role in the mob and using Volkov’s death as a way to move up in the organization. From what I hear, the higher ups wrote the money off years ago. So my best guess is, Denisovich will be hiding it from his bosses if he ever gets his hands on it.”

  Leaning forward, Ian scratched Beau’s ears after the goofy-faced dog sat at his feet. “So there’s a good chance very few people know Kat has access to the money. And if she does give it away, then we can eliminate the threat altogether.”

  Boomer shook his head. “I don’t like it. What if he doesn’t believe she gave it away? And we have to wait on the legalities to make sure she can give it away. This guy wants the money and Kat is the only link.”

  “Which is why I want you two to stay here at the compound. Lord knows it won’t be
the first time we’ve been under attack, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’ll call Chase and post a few more guards.”

  “What about the club?” Devon asked his brother. “Tomorrow and Tuesday we’re closed, but what do you want to do about tonight?”

  Ian thought about it for a few moments. “I don’t think we have to close at this point. With a few extra guards at the gate and in the compound, we should be good. And with Egghead’s increased perimeter security system, no one will be getting anywhere close to the compound without being noticed. You and I will sit down with Tiny and Mitch tonight and go over all the precautions.” Devon nodded his acknowledgement. In addition to being a bodyguard, Tiny was head of the club’s security, and Mitch Sawyer was their cousin and The Covenant’s manager. While Ian and Devon had gone into the Navy, Mitch had gone to college and gotten his MBA. As a result, he’d been the obvious choice to run the club the three of them co-owned.

  Brody stood and smacked Boomer on the shoulder. “I’ll grab one of those medical alert bracelets I used on Angie. Kat can wear it until she’s out of danger, so we can track her if we need to.”

  “Thanks, that’d be great.” Boomer and the others knew firsthand how well the geek’s little toy worked. Angie and Jenn had been taken hostage a few months ago, and while organizing the rescue, the team had been able to gain vital information via a one-way microphone hidden in the GPS bracelet. As his buddy jogged to the office to get the device, Boomer glanced over and saw Kat walking toward him, her pale face bothering him. He reached up, took her hand, and pulled her into his lap. “You doing okay, Kitten?”