by Billi Jean
“If you so much as breathe a word that my father is somehow behind this, I will not tolerate your being in my presence one more second. If you’re taking the drug, use it and think! If you can’t, Daren will kick your butt.”
Tazz blinked, glanced once at him then when he got nothing but a stare—Dare wasn’t going against Ky on this—he smiled at Ky.
“All right, don’t get all pissy on me, little lady, I can see you aren’t going to let that one simmer while you think on it, so we’ll go back to plan one and two. Sleep, then get the files when you’re more alert. Tired soldiers make mistakes.”
“I am not a soldier,” Ky muttered, clearly still miffed at Tazz.
It made Dare’s grin grow when Tazz gave him a baffled look.
“Besides,” Ky continued, sounding so strong he wanted to marry her on the spot. “You go with us to the lab. Once there, I can help you. No matter what you think, it is curable, and there’s no surgery involved. But if you keep on,” she reached out, and grabbed Tazz by the hand when he would have moved away, “if you do that, you will be unable to live a normal life. Ever again. You’ll be unable to remember who you are, let alone what you once were.”
She stopped there and dropped his hand, but Dare could tell she had more to say.
Tazz seemed to feel the same. He stared at Ky with a look that bordered on desperate. How had he hidden that panic so well? “Do what she says, man. We can get both done. Ky safe and you on the right track.”
Tazz gave him a quick nod, and reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “Watch your six and take care of what you found man. Life doesn’t throw out second chances often.”
Chapter Fifteen
They drove in silence for a while, but Daren made sure Kylie knew he was there in little ways that melted her heart. He’d said he loved her. He’d also nearly ripped Eric’s head off, and she knew it wasn’t because the jerk was in on her father’s abduction, but because he’d somehow known she’d once dated the man.
Rationally she should not feel thrilled about that, but she was, and maybe, just maybe, she liked him discovering she’d had past relationships too. She knew, without even being told, that Daren Scott was a lady’s man. It was in his smile, the way he easily put on the look of appreciating a woman. She also guessed with her, it was different. He’d been honest with her, painfully at times. If she had to bet, she’d bet he wasn’t with other women.
Now that he’d met Eric, he might have thought she’d let Eric do things—whatever Daren could think up in that sexy head of his—but in reality she never had. It made her want to smile. He was jealous of a man that made her skin crawl
Maybe, if he got too worried about it, she would tell him that Eric’s phobia of germs didn’t stop with his lab work, but continued into the bedroom.
Or, maybe she’d tell him there was no comparing the two of them. Not at all.
Eric had made her sick to her stomach, and she’d rather die than let him within two miles of her if he had any intention of touching her.
Daren made love to her with a single-mindedness that she never wanted to live without.
What would she do if he left, if after they saved her father, he had to go on, do more of his work for this agency he had yet to name, and she never saw him again. Just thinking of Daren leaving set off a painful tearing feeling in her chest. He was American. Truly a man who was used to having what he wanted, when he wanted it. As if sensing her emotions were going wild, Daren drew her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss to her knuckles. He also watched her, the road, the rear-view mirror, everywhere, all while making her feel as if she were the center of his world.
“Your mom died, did she?” he asked after they’d merged onto an overpass.
The question came out of the blue, and shocked her into shaking her head. She avoided his eyes by watching a passing motorcycle speed by going way too fast.
“Ky? Sorry, baby, if it’s too hard to talk about—”
“No, it’s just complicated. My mom was from the Caribbean. My dad met her in the states when he studied medicine at Stanford. They fell in love, my dad said, but when he graduated and took a job as a researcher back in Korea, she didn’t want to join him,” she said, pausing after to think how to explain it to him. There was no real easy way to. “By then I was born. She went home, he took me.”
Dare glanced at her quickly, and frowned. “Your mom left when you were little?”
“Yes, she had a modeling career for a short while, but died a few years into it from a drug overdose.”
“And your dad raised you?”
“Yes, and nannys or we call them I.Es, elders that watch our young. My grandfather was there as well,” she added at Daren’s frown. “It’s very common, and my dad was very busy. I went to the university right after school, studied at the same college he went to because my father wanted me to be successful. I worked with him until recently,” she murmured, reliving a bit of her life explaining it to Daren.
“When you told him science wasn’t what you wanted.”
She smiled sadly over at Dare for his teasing. “Yes, I explained that science, what he was doing with it, wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted more,” she said. “More than that.”
He grinned at her with a lift to his dark eyebrows. “And what is it you want to do?”
She’d been certain he wouldn’t understand, but after the last few days with him, she wondered. He’d done more for her in the short time they’d been together than her father had ever done in her life. His honesty, the way he spoke to her, touched her, looked at her, all of it were real, so real maybe she had a hard time believing it.
“I have enough saved that I don’t have to work for a while,” she began, not sure how to say her dream was to marry and have children, raise them with someone who loved them as much as she did, and live her life surrounded by her family, doing whatever they decided was best. Did he want that sort of thing? He seemed so perfect in his role now, what would he think of not always hiding and running, chasing and fighting men that wanted to harm others?
Dare didn’t let her finish, though, and she sighed in relief, but she’d almost worked up enough nerve to tell him.
“So your dad was good with that? After he sent you to school, and decided what you should study, he was good with you saying you didn’t think it was for you?”
“Well, not exactly. We were working on it, and I know he loves me, even if he’s so busy we never see each other.”
She could sense Dare’s tension, but he didn’t say anything, then he did the oddest thing—he grinned and winked at her. “Well, that means less people to share you with, huh?”
The question made her smile grow into a grin. She settled deeper into the seat next to him and held his big hand between hers. “This is true.”
“Good, I like that. I think you fit me, Kylie Chung,” he murmured at the next street light.
Maybe he did believe in yin and yang, she thought, smiling at his grin.
He threaded their fingers together gently and gave her his big smile. She knew a second before he spoke, he was going to try to make her laugh.
“We still have to find out for certain, but I was counting on finding out tonight, what do you say?”
She grinned, and leaned closer to whisper, “I thought we just found out we fit perfectly.”
If looks could make her melt, the one he gave her had her in a puddle in her seat.
“Oh ho, baby, you do not want me to pull this car over, do you? Now, behave and help me think of something besides finding out how sweet you taste between those gorgeous legs,” he grumbled.
Taste? Images of him doing just that filled her mind to overflowing until she had to wiggle in the seat. “I want to taste you, too,” she finally offered, feeling her face heat from what she’d said.
“You want to see a grown man cry, don’t you?” he asked, dragging her hand down to his hard groin. “Put those lips right here and I’m all yours for as long as you
want to taste me. Hell, I might make that a daily request.”
She laughed, caught off guard again by how funny he could be. He laughed too, so easy-going and full of simple fun, she hugged his arm just to get closer to him.
“You like that, do you?”
“I do like that, when you talk like that,” she told him, trailing her hand lightly over the bulge in his pants. “And I like this, do you like this?” She found the head of his cock under the tented fabric and cupped her palm over it, massaging it gently. His face darkened.
“Yeah,” he breathed, opening his thighs wider for her. “I like that a bit too much though,” he said with a grimace.
With a smile, she unsnapped his BDUs before he could say a word. When he gave a husky groan, though, she knew what he wanted.
“Not going to last, so pull up when I say,” he told her, placing a hand on her head to urge her down.
She didn’t need the urging. She wanted to taste him so badly, her mouth watered. Daren seemed just as hot. He shoved the material away from his erection and sighed as his freed cock seemed to stretch and grow thicker and longer.
“Oh, you are so beautiful, Daren.”
He sounded like he choked on a laugh, but she couldn’t look away from her hand on his warm flesh. She rubbed her palm over the mushroomed head and down past the flared ridge to the base, while she bent and closed the space between them to lick along the velvety skin. He made a rough male sound of appreciation and widened his legs farther for her.
The first taste was amazing, musky, warm and all male. His scent was stronger here, clean, a bit of pine scent maybe from his soap, but manly. He wanted this daily? She fit the rounded head in her mouth and sucked lightly. She would demand this daily. If she could.
“Oh, goddamn, yeah.” His voice had deepened already, becoming that sexy, rough purr she loved.
Encouraged, she slipped her mouth down and her hand upward to meet it. When he clenched his hand in her hair, she did it again and again, building a slow, firm rhythm.
“Ky, baby, that feels so damn good, slow like that, use your hand, just like that,” he said, ending on a heavy groan when she did.
She flicked her tongue under the ridged flesh on her next upward pass, and Daren’s hold on her hair grew firmer. She took that as the cue to do it repeatedly until he began to get breathless and made a needy sound in his throat.
She eased back and leaned up to kiss his lips. He latched on to her like he needed her mouth on his more than where she’d been, but she knew what he really wanted and broke off the kiss to examine his face. He glanced away only for a second to the road, then back to her. He was tense, so tense he looked almost ready to press her back down.
“I want to make this wonderful for you, but I’ve never—” She paused and shrugged, suddenly feeling shy. “Never done this, so tell me, like you did before, okay?”
His eyes darkened and he focused on her to the exclusion of all else. Even the road. A sudden car horn brought him back to the road, but he cupped a hand around her neck and eased her gently forward to kiss her again. “Baby, you do what you want, I’m going to love every second, and believe me, after telling me that, I’m going to be on a hair trigger.”
She blinked at his words, then slowly smiled. He liked that she’d not been with another man this way. “Good, but tell me what you like, too, please.”
He groaned again, and suddenly reached down to grip her ass. “I like this, and I’m going to love that mouth, so bend down and blow me away, baby.”
With that encouragement, she bent over his erection again and, using her fingers, she stroked him once, then twice while she circled the head of his cock with her tongue.
“Ah, Ky, baby,” he growled, and shoved the seat backward to give her more room. He also cupped his hand over her butt, rubbing her hard enough that she grew wet with need.
“Use your hands, tighter like that, while you suck up and down, baby.”
She wrapped her hands around him and took him down as far as she could. She loved it. His flesh was warm, smooth and firm. She traced the veins and muscles with her mouth and fingers, amazed by every inch of him. She knew science, and she knew mass. Daren had mass. And he had length. She was estimating ten inches, easily. The thought of the hot shaft she stroked deep inside her, filling her pussy, created little bursts of heat along her spine that tingled all the way down to her ass and deeper, to her pussy.
He guided her back up, then slowly down by her hair. He’d gathered it into a ponytail, which allowed him to watch her—if he wasn’t watching the road. Didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop to check. She was too busy, too hot for every sound she could make him utter to let go of him now. The girth of him was challenging, but she loved it. Even now, hours later, she could still sense him deep in her pussy.
He released her hair suddenly, and he brought his warm hand down on her butt when she suckled him harder. With a downward slide of her mouth, she rubbed her tongue along a spot that had him calling out her name.
“Right like that, Ky, that’s going to do it, baby.”
She sensed he was telling the truth, but she also knew from friends and books, that slowing down eased a man’s need to come. She experimented on him by licking him gently, easing away from that spot he seemed to want, and instead concentrated on gentle licks and long passes with her fingers.
His breathing increased and his grip tightened on her butt. A few more minutes of that and her jaw grew tired. It didn’t slow her down though. She wasn’t stopping until he was done, coming from her and her alone. But not yet. Not so soon. When he was breathing easier and his body wasn’t so tense, she rolled her tongue around the ridge surrounding the head of his cock and teased the spot under it again.
“Ah, goddamn, yeah, Ky, you’re so perfect.”
She grew so hot, she had to tighten her thighs and rock them to gain the touch of friction she wanted along her clit.
She also increased her movements and hardened her strokes. His big erection was wet all the way down to his balls now, making her movements quicker and easier. With a deep groan, he began bucking his hips up to meet her. The action made her nipples ache. He stroked along the back of her thigh suddenly, and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. His groan changed tempo and he thrust his cock forward past her lips.
“You’re killing me,” he said, sounding strangled.
She ran her tongue along that spot again and stroked him tightly. Suddenly, cool night air hit her legs and ass, then he pressed his fingers urgently into her pussy. He let out a long, low groan.
“So damn sexy, so wet for me, baby.”
She was too thrilled to finally have something to clamp down on to be embarrassed by his words. She moaned around the warm flesh surging past her tongue.
“Ah, God, coming now, back off. Back off, baby,” he warned, but she could sense it, there in his tone, how much he wanted more, and she sucked down farther than she’d gone before, until she gagged a little. She swallowed past the urge and twisted her head just a little and took him even deeper.
Daren came unglued. His thighs hardened to muscled steel under her breasts. His stomach flexed too, and he drove another finger into her pussy.
“Ky,” Daren whispered. With a deep shudder, his cock grew bigger and tightened in her mouth to one very hard erection at the same time it jerked and hot bursts of cum hit the back of her throat.
She couldn’t swallow and didn’t need to because he’d slipped so far down her throat. It was so erotic. Her body caught fire. She dug her nails into the back of his muscled thigh and rocked back into his thick fingers for relief. A moan of pure heat left her and she sucked on him, desperate for some relief.
Daren suddenly pulled her away from his lap, shut the car off and shoved her back against the seat, all in less time than she could process. Without warning, he was between her thighs, licking her clit with such hunger and passion, she arched her hips up and cried out.
“Daren!”
H
e didn’t stop, instead lodged two fingers in her core. The digits gave her the added tension she needed when she ground down on them. Daren’s mouth gave her the rest. He sucked on her pussy so strongly, pressing in with is fingers she burst into a million pieces with a cry of his name. Her legs trembled on his shoulders, and she gripped his head hard, trying to hold on to him as the car spun from the stimulation.
Slowly her surroundings came back into focus. Daren came back into focus, too, still between her thighs, with her legs pressed tightly to his shoulders.
“Oh, Daren,” she sighed, falling back on the seat with her arms above her head. She never wanted to move. She could still taste him, still feel the firm, hard fullness of his cock and faintly detect the musky, but fascinating flavor of his release. “I want that daily,” she managed with a happy sigh.
Daren laughed against her thigh, kissing her there gently before he slid up her body.
“Goddamn, Ky, you’re—”
“How can I be killing you, when I feel more alive than I ever have in my life?” she asked, smiling when he rested his elbows next to her head and stared at her. He also rested his bigger body on top of hers.
“Maybe that’s what I mean. You’re killing me with how right this feels.”
She frowned at him. “Why would that kill you?” she whispered, half fearing he was going to say something about when this was over. She reached up and stroked his face, loving how the rough stubble on his jaw felt against her fingers.
“Because if you ever leave me, I know now, I’ll never be the same again.”
The words settled between them and the reality of what they were doing, how much danger she was in, and he was in because of her, disappeared. All that remained was his strong, handsome face, and his warm, hard body pressing against hers.
“Do you mean that, Daren?” she asked. “Do you truly feel the same connection I feel?”
He stared at her for so long without speaking, she grew embarrassed and said, “I mean we’ve only known each—”
