What About Love (Club Decadence Book 6)

by Maddie Taylor

  “A collar?”

  “In the club it’s expected, baby. You know that.”

  “I do, but I was thinking, I wouldn’t mind a choker like Joanna’s?”

  “A public collar?” He bent his head as she asked, his lips hovering a fraction out of reach. “Are you sure? Vanillas won’t know for sure, but might ask.”

  “I’m certain. I love you, T, as my dominant, or…” She searched for the right label.

  “Fiancé is the word you’re searching for. That’s been decided. We’re getting married.”

  She gave him a watery smile, her eyes dropping to the stark white bandage standing out brightly against his olive skin. “I thought I’d lost you again when you were shot. I was scared out of my mind. Do you do those kinds of missions often?”

  “There becoming less frequent, but I won’t lie and say that others won’t come up.”

  She considered that for a moment, a former cop and daughter of a military man, she knew that risks came with the territory. “Do you think Cap would mind if I limited my badass commando field work? My skills are better suited for problem solving and detective work, anyway. That’s why I didn’t join the SWAT team.”

  He nodded, apparently in full agreement. “He’ll get over it, especially after Megan hears he dragged her favorite cousin along on this mission. She’s small and he clearly wears the pants, but that doesn’t mean she won’t give him shit about it.”

  “Yeah, Megan’s tongue is laser sharp when she gets riled.”

  “Not a family trait, I hope.”

  “You’ve seen me riled more than once, T. What do you think?”

  He shrewdly didn’t answer. “As your future husband, let me say, I won’t mind if you never play decoy for another serial killer—fucking ever—or camp out in a tree at midnight in godforsaken Central America with bullets flying around your head. My heart can’t take it.”

  “A bullet didn’t come anywhere near my head. That was you. And I didn’t say I was giving it all up, only the commando missions. To be honest, I was curious about what a black op would be like, but now that I’ve been on one, the bloom is off the rose, if you know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, although you felt the adrenaline rush, didn’t you?”

  “More like I was ready to pee my pants.”

  The vibrations from his answering chuckle transferred from his chest to hers, and from his mouth that was a whisper away.

  “I heard you breathing, baby. I know you were scared. Let me clue you into something no one else is likely to share. We all were. No matter how many ops we run, we’d be foolish not to be and that would make us dangerous.” He scooched down on the pillow and rolled to his good side, his body pushing her to her back. “I’m proud of you. All the guys are. That brings me to one more point we needed to discuss.”

  “What’s that?” she asked, her hand coming up and stroking his handsome face.

  “You still can’t shoot for shit.”

  Her hand froze and she pushed back, not far, but as far as the pillow would allow in order to frown up into his face. “I saved your ass, didn’t I?”

  “You did. That was a helluva precision shot, scoring a direct hit to a sniper’s gun hand from three hundred yards.”

  She blinked. How could she have forgotten the open mic? If he hadn’t heard, the other guys had. They’d already teased her about it on the way home and at the hospital, calling her dead-eye Hixson. It was similar to the kind of grief she got as a cop. Except from the Rossi men, it was given with genuine affection. Still, if T had missed it, especially with all the hubbub surrounding his injury, one of the others would clue him in. And they called women gossips. These guys were worse than a group of blue haired women having tea after Sunday services, none of them could button it or resist teasing the other.

  “Um, about that—” she began hesitantly.

  “I know you were aiming for his head, little bit.”

  “Someone told you.”

  “You did, darlin’. You’ll learn those headsets are sensitive.”

  “Great.”

  “You ratted yourself out to the general, but that’s okay. Other’s might have taken the glory rather than admit their kill shot was several feet off the mark.”

  “Not that many,” she grumbled. “Two at most. But to be completely honest, I’m thankful my miss hit a mark at all and took him out. Or…” Her voice trailed off.

  His arm tightened around her. “Yeah. I believe someone besides a pretty, hazel-eyed gal in a tree was watching out for me.”

  “I believe that too, honey. Maybe it’s a sign that things will be going your way for a change.”

  “With you in my arms again, I’m becoming a big believer in signs.”

  He lowered his lips to take her mouth, but at the last second she pulled back. “That’s it? No more grief over my crappy accuracy? What happened to my drill sergeant trainer?”

  He chuckled. “I’m in a really good mood, so I’m cutting you some slack tonight. Tomorrow is another story.”

  “What happens tomorrow?” she asked tentatively, not sure if she wanted to hear.

  “Your ass is mine.”

  She giggled. “Is that all? Correct me if I’m wrong, considering all we did today, isn’t my ass yours already?”

  “I stand corrected. Your ass is mine in the simulator. We’re going to conquer that sucker together, so I don’t have a shit fit the next time Cap gets a wild hair to turn you into a sharp shooter.”

  “Hey! I held my own.”

  “You got lucky. And I’m thankful that you did because so did I. We’re not depending on luck anymore. I have a few new training techniques up my sleeve to get you there. So next time—and I have a feeling with you working for Rossi there will be a next time—if it becomes necessary, you’ll have skill on your side and won’t have to depend on luck.”

  “What kind of new techniques?” Concern echoed in her voice, practically feeling his hard palm on her backside—sixty-one swats to be specific—like the last time.

  “All in good time, my trainee fiancée.” The sound of his deep, husky chuckle didn’t bode well for her.

  His hands had begun to rove, however, and his lips had found the sweet spot on her neck below her ear. “T, wait, I want to know,” she protested weakly.

  “All in good time,” he repeated.

  She would have pressed for more, but he was done talking, his hard cock pressing between her thighs and gliding along the smooth wet lips of her pussy taking priority. He slid his hand around her neck and pulled her mouth against his. He then loved her in a slow, steamy vanilla fashion the likes of which neither of them would soon forget.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  The weekend was busy with moving her stuff into T’s house and fielding phone calls and visits from concerned friends and family. They didn’t get much unpacking done as her suitcases looking like they’d exploded on the floor of his huge walk-in closet could attest. Another reason could be that whenever she found a minute to start putting things away, he was hauling her back to his big bed. She didn’t complain much and she agreed, it far exceeded hers in size and comfort. The bigger than standard king-size mattress easily accommodating both of them and their energetic use of its vast surface, even T’s broad shoulders and his long body didn’t hang off the edge.

  Reluctantly, they came back to reality Monday morning, walking into Rossi holding hands. Receiving knowing smiles and a few high fives on T’s end when they shared their big news. Cap only mumbled, “it’s about damn time,” when he entered the conference room for the post op debriefing and saw them seated beside one another grinning elatedly, instead of brooding in silence or at each other’s throats.

  That all changed two hours later on the shooting range when he had her ready to scream.

  “Concentrate”. His deep, sexy voice coming through the high tech head gear sent chills through her, as did the hot, wet glide of his tongue as he licked between the cheeks of her ass, finding and stroking i
nsistently over her tight rear hole.

  “T, how am I supposed to concentrate with your tongue in my— well, you know where it is,” she snapped, “you put it there.”

  “I do know and that is the whole point of this lesson, darlin’.” He rose behind her, his tongue dragging up the length of her spine, starting at her tail bone and ending below her bra strap. His fingers slid up her sides as he moved, stopping at her bunched up t-shirt, pushing it higher until it wadded up under her armpits. His hands moved in front over her breasts, long fingers easily finding her nipples that were hard enough to poke holes through the delicate lace of her bra.

  “If you can shoot accurately with my tongue teasing your ass and my fingers pinching your nipples, you’ll be fine when bullets are flying over your head.” He tweaked each aching point as he spoke, his front plastered to her back. “Ready to try again?”

  “Hell, no. I’m ready to come.”

  Suddenly, a sharp smack landed on her behind.

  “Hey! Don’t do that! I’ve got the shoot with Lexie this weekend. It won’t do to have a red ass.”

  “Then think with your head, not three feet below, baby. Besides, do you really think anyone is going to complain if your ass is pink while in rope bondage?”

  “Well, no, but—”

  “But nothing. Just because you’re my woman doesn’t mean I’ll let you slack on your training. Bad ass ex-police detective, commando-in-training, or my sub with the fullest, roundest, most beautiful tits and the prettiest hard pink nipples, notwithstanding,” he massaged her breasts, pinching and rolling the aforementioned hard nipples. “I’ll tolerate no sub-par shooting scores from my trainee.”

  Twisting her head, she looked over her shoulder. “You think I’m a badass with beautiful tits? Damn, Sarge, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me on a firing range.”

  “Darlin’, you’re standing nearly naked, bent over, with my hand in spanking distance of your gorgeous ass. Do you think now is the time to give me lip?”

  “Actually, you’ve got me so worked up, I can think of several things I’d like to give you right now.” She would have laughed at the stunned look on his face, but he shifted behind her, his jeans rasping against the lingering sting on her bottom where his swats had awakened every nerve ending in the vicinity.

  Having wanted to belong to him for so long and thinking it would never come to pass, now that they were really together she couldn’t get enough of him. He seemed not to mind in the least, his libido more than keeping pace with her own. And, at the moment, having his mouth on her, his cock plunging into her insistently while he played with her body was all she could think of. She breathed deep while rubbing her bare cheeks against him, arching her back as she lifted her arms, intent on coiling them around his neck. She whimpered in disappointment when he grasped her wrist and stopped its ascent, but she realized he was only removing the gun from her grip to set it aside.

  “You’re very distracted. Good thing these aren’t live rounds.”

  Another sassy quip was on the tip of her tongue, but quickly forgotten the next moment when he bent her forward over the half-wall barrier and pushed up her bra so that her bare breasts hung over the other side of the ledge, dangling like ripe fruit. He slowly abraded and flicked each erect peak, pinching them firmly with his strong fingers until she cried out.

  “I think we’ll check your accuracy with my cock in your ass.”

  The idea sent a dizzying current of desire racing through her. “I highly doubt that situation is going to come up.”

  “It had better not. Unless I’m the one who’s locked and loaded.” His fingers released her aching nipples. She began to protest, but her words stuck in her throat when they pressed against her lips. “Open,” he ordered.

  Obediently, she did and he slid two long, broad fingers into her mouth.

  “Make them nice and wet, darlin’.”

  Not having to stretch her imagination to figure out why, she strived to saturate both digits with her tongue.

  “Good girl. Now relax.” With one hand splaying her cheeks, he pressed one finger, slick with her spit, into her small puckered opening. She held her breath as it slowly penetrated. “Taking in air is a good thing, Angie.”

  He chuckled softly as she sucked in a large gulp. It was followed by a high-pitched squeak as a second finger joined the first. She hissed at the slight burn as he stretched her in preparation. It wasn’t long until she felt the smooth head of his cock seeking entrance. Once he had penetrated a few inches, he no longer needed a guiding hand. In a long, slow drag, both hands slid over her hips and up her back, gliding over her sides to her front where he cupped both full breasts in his palms. He squeezed before grasping each distended nipple and tormenting her further by tugging and pinching them firmly.

  His husky murmur was low against her ear. “Now, pick up your weapon and let’s see how you do.” He surged into her, seating himself fully inside her tight back channel. “Anything less than ninety percent will earn you punishment tonight at the club.”

  “No fair,” she protested breathlessly. “You’re simply looking for an excuse to have your kinky way with me. You know I’ve never done better than low eighties in the simulator. I won’t be able to hit the broad side of a barn with that lumber you’ve got shoved up my butt.”

  He withdrew almost all the way and sank back in slowly. “First off, who says I need an excuse to have you any way I want? Second, my techniques were highly effective the first time around, so quit complaining. Third, this is not up for debate. Either start shooting or I get the paddle Dex keeps in his desk drawer. You’ll get twenty swats after I fuck you because you feel like heaven gripping my dick as you are. And, this is a biggie so pay attention, despite all of that, you’ll still pay the price tonight at the club.” Dropping his head, he used his hot tongue to lick a slow, seductive line up her back once he’d delivered his decree.

  As she obediently picked up her simulation gun without another word, she felt his lips against her skin tip up in a smile. Clearly pleased with himself, and her, he stood, bringing her upper body along with his. His long arm stretched to the side and keyed in the sequence code. “Shoot now, baby, and make ‘em count.”

  As they waited for the session to begin, his hands settled at her waist, steadying her as he began a slow, smooth, in and out rhythm. She pulled the trigger as the first target popped up. Naturally, her shot went wide right, completely missing the target. “Dammit T, I can’t be accurate this way.”

  His hands moved up to her breasts, catching her taut nipples between strong fingers, he pinched hard. “Focus.”

  The next shot went wide left, barely clipping the outer edge of the target.

  “You’re leaning back. Shift your weight forward and spread your legs for a wider base.” As she did, she missed another target, not taking a shot at all. He released her nipples, allowing her full breasts to settle back into his open hands. He pulled almost all the way out and stroked into her again, pausing when his balls pressed firmly against her pussy lips.

  “With me inside you, I’ll be able to tell if you’re tensing up when you fire.”

  “You’re in my ass, T. Anyone would tense at the size of your weapon.”

  “Flattery won’t get you out of a paddling, darlin’. You’ve already missed four and failed to meet your threshold. For added incentive, if you fall below eighty percent, I’ll add ten swats, below seventy is another ten, and so on.”

  “I hope you don’t mind carrying my lifeless and beaten body out of the club because at this rate, I’m scoring zero.”

  “Block out everything except your target,” he pulled out and surged forward, stilling when he was wedged deep. “Grip, focus and follow through, you can do this.”

  She took a deep breath and blew it out.

  “Good, now soften your elbows and curl your upper body more, your arms should be in line with your shoulders and relax into the recoil.” She followed every order and heard h
im murmur, “Excellent, now concentrate and shoot.”

  Angie pulled the trigger and emptied the weapon of the remaining fifteen rounds. When she was out, she dropped the gun on the ledge and gripped the wall with both hands. She rocked back, grinding her rear into him.

  “Take me hard, T, please. I can’t stand it anymore.”

  T gripped her hips with one steely arm, holding her still. “After we’ve taken care of business.” He reached out with his free arm and pressed the control panel to calculate her score. “Tsk, tsk, only sixty-three percent and a measly two kill shots. Interesting enough when you stopped complaining and did as you were told, you scored one hundred percent. Even with my lumber up your butt.”

  “Purely coincidence,” she muttered.

  His chuckle was low and throaty. “Let’s run it again.”

  “Please, T. I can’t take it. I promise I’ll do better the next time I’m on a mission while taking a big one up the ass.”

  The outrushing of air from his laughter swept tendrils of hair across her face. “I’ve got a sweet smelling, hotter than hell, gorgeous trainee on my hands who can love me like no other, but can’t shoot for shit. You know what that means?”

  “What?”

  “Thirty swats with the paddle and we go again, and as further motivation, I’ll fuck this delectable ass first.” He began to piston in and out of her, gliding fast and hard. “But, you don’t get to come until you get ninety percent. Me, on the other hand. I shoot perfect, so I get to come at will.”

  “You are evil! I’ll never make it.”

  “True on both counts. I hope you’re prepared for a long, hard day.” He punctuated each of his last few words with a slow, hard thrust.

  “So unfair.”

  “No one said love was fair, darlin’, or training. I refuse for you to be Rossi’s resident Barney Fife, any longer. I got no other plans so we can keep this up all afternoon. And, if I wear out, I’ve got a Hitachi and a butt plug with your name on it.”