It wasn’t long before it was a diamond hard peak, and I longed to pull the tight bud into my mouth while I fucked her hard and fast.
But in order not to wake her up, I moved my hips slowly, gliding in and out of her, oh so gently.
It felt divine.
I’d never felt anything like it in all my years of sexual experience.
But then again, nothing I’d experienced with Sway—sexual or nonsexual—was like any of my other relationships.
She felt hotter around my cock—which was likely due to the fact that I’d never taken another woman bare before. Her pussy was tighter. Her reactions to my mouth, fingers and cock were more intense.
Sway was perfect. Everything I did to her she liked, and everything she did to me I adored.
All of my feelings for her were frightening.
If she ever left me, she’d fucking break me, and I had a feeling that she knew it.
She moved again underneath me, and I froze in my ministrations to see what she wanted to do.
And what she did had me seeing stars.
She moved until her ass was high in the air, and my cock hit bottom inside of her.
The moment the tip of my cock hit the entrance to her womb, she woke.
I could tell in the way she tensed, and then started to force her ass back into the saddle of my hips, that she was enjoying what I was doing to her, too.
“Please,” she breathed, her voice husky and raw, heavy with sleep.
Smiling wickedly, I gave her exactly what I wanted.
Moving both hands to her hips, I started to pull her back onto me while I snapped my hips forward.
Her ass jiggled each time I thrust, and her head was thrashing within a couple of seconds.
“I like when you’re sleeping,” I told her gruffly. “You’re so soft and willing, letting me do whatever the fuck I want to do to this pretty, delectable body of yours.”
Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I moved faster.
Our skin was slapping loudly in the quiet room, and my balls swung up to tap her clit each time I thrust forward.
“God, yes,” she mewled. “Fuck me harder.”
I fucked her harder. So hard that I winced at the sting as our flesh met.
That didn’t stop me, though. Didn’t even slow me down.
Her hands went up to the headboard to hold her steady so I didn’t fuck her into the wall, and I continued to thrust like I would die if I didn’t get us both where we needed to be.
A place she hit first, with me following closely at her heels.
I didn’t know why today was different.
Didn’t know why it felt so good. Didn’t know why I’d even taken her in the first place while she was sleeping.
But I loved it. Loved every single second of it.
The moment her pussy started to clamp down on my cock, I let go. Poured everything I had in me to give inside of her tight welcoming hole.
Her body collapsed and I followed her down, my hips still jerking involuntarily as I went.
“This was the best wake-up call I’ve ever received,” she panted, turning her face so she could breathe without being smothered by the pillows surrounding her head.
I chuckled. “Happy to be of service any time I feel like it.”
She snorted and turned just a little more, placing a chaste kiss against my bearded cheek.
Then her nose curled slightly.
“Your beard smells like my vagina,” she mentioned casually.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmured, letting my lips trail over her cheek.
“We need to go shower.”
“I don’t want to go shower. I want to lay here, inside of you, for the rest of my life.”
“That’ll get kind of awkward when your parents want to see you,” she mentioned.
A smile curved the sides of my lips up.
“Yeah, I could see how that could be awkward,” I agreed. “But for now, just tonight, I want to lay like this.”
I curled her in tighter to me, and then buried my face into the side of her neck.
“There’s a line.” She pulled away from me. “That I’m not willing to cross.”
“What line is that,” I moaned when my cock slipped free of her, allowing it to fall heavily against one thigh with a wet slap.
“A line where you sleep with dried vaginal juices on your face all night,” she laughed, picking up a pillow that fell to the floor at some point during our lovemaking.
“What if I wanted to save it for later?” I followed her up, heading behind her into the bathroom.
“You don’t need to save anything for later,” she tossed over her shoulder. “All you need to do is ask, and I’ll gladly give you more.”
My eyes lit with excitement.
“Yeah?” I teased.
She bent over to turn the water on in the shower, and I licked my lips as I got another glimpse of her pussy, only this time that pussy had my come running out of it.
“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Ready and willing whenever you are.”
I followed her into the shower, and winced as the hot water hit my skin.
“What is it with you and your hot showers?” I asked mildly, stepping back so it hit my legs first and not my face.
“What’s the point of a shower if it’s not hot?” she asked.
“There’s hot…” I winced as I moved forward so more of my legs were under the direct flow, and continued. “And then there’s ‘melting my goddamn face off’ hot.”
She snickered.
“Don’t be a pansy.”
In order not to be seen as a pansy in Sway’s eyes, I gritted my teeth and stepped forward until I was crowded around her body, the piping hot spray that was about fifty degrees too hot, sprayed down on my back and shoulders, running down my body, and likely peeling my skin off with it as it went.
“It feels good once you get used to it,” she pointed out.
I dropped my eyes to hers, and grinned.
“As long as you’re with me, baby, I can handle just about anything.”
Chapter 19
It’s a joke, not a dick. Don’t take it so hard.
-Coffee Cup
Hancock
“You can’t do this, Hancock!” Sway screamed. “You’re not a freakin’ Special Forces guru! You’re a goddamned professional baseball player. You’ve never even been in the military! Seriously, you can’t do this! You could die!”
I looked at her, hollowness in my heart.
“You don’t understand,” I rasped. “If I don’t, how is he going to get home?”
She shook her head in defeat.
“I don’t know, but I know this isn’t the way,” she repeated. “Please don’t do this.”
I shouldered the bag on the bed.
“I love you, you know.”
Her eyes closed as a lone tear fell from her cheek.
“I know.” Her eyes flipped open. A little louder this time, she repeated it. “I know. And I love you, too. More than anything.”
I walked up to her and pulled her in close, my hand at the back of her head, fingers threaded through her long, tangled locks.
“I love you. Don’t leave my place. Stay here. Take care of my dog. Wait for me.”
Her eyes filled with more tears, and they slowly poured over.
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
“This isn’t a mission, Sway,” My godfather butted in. “This is just him showing his face. Making people question him, and what they thought was happening.”
“There’s no way he’ll pass as his brother,” Sway replied stubbornly. “Anybody that knows who Hancock ‘Parts’ Peters is will realize this. The tattoos. There’s just no way he will pass as his brother.”
“We know this. They’ll put two and two together very easily,” Leslie agreed.
“Then what the hell is this
accomplishing?” she pushed. “Why does he even need to go over there at all?”
Leslie sighed and took a seat, resigned now that he was going to have to explain it fully to her like he had to do to me last night.
I’d been in her very position before I’d come to bed last night, wondering how exactly I was supposed to help.
“The men that have Hannibal don’t watch baseball. They don’t know Hannibal has a twin, and they don’t care about anything that’s related to America. They have one purpose, and one purpose only, and that’s to lay destruction everywhere they go,” Leslie explained for the second time in twenty-four hours. “My hope is that getting him seen, out and about, flaunting the fact that he’s alive to the people who thought he was dead, it’ll draw out the people that we know are behind this. The men who have him were hired to ‘publicly take care of him’ but didn’t.” I winced at the ‘publicly take care of him’ part just as I had last night. “When they get nervous, my hope is that they’ll make the mistake of contacting whomever is behind our lines that initiated the operation in the first place, and provide us with a chance to catch whomever it is. I also hope they follow up with whomever has him now, and lead us to Hannibal’s exact location. We can’t do another goddamned mission with enemies at our six. We’re not going to survive the next time.”
“This is fantastical,” she shook her head. “And how do you plan on getting Hannibal from wherever he’s at? Do you even know where he’s at?”
I nodded as Leslie did, too.
“If our sources are correct, we know the general area. We just can’t run with it until we know for sure,” he paused. “We’ve been contacted a few times by an informant, and we’re investigating those leads. Which has led us to where we’re going with Hancock.”
“And where is this?” she asked carefully.
Leslie looked over to me, and I looked over to him.
“A weapon’s manufacturer for the US.”
She rubbed her eyes with clenched fists.
“This is a fucking mess, and I know it’s not going to play out like you’re hoping it will,” she murmured softly.
“Nothing in this business ever does,” Leslie gritted out. “You gotta go with the flow, and go where the wind takes you.”
Sway sighed.
“If you die,” she turned to me. “I’ll never forgive you. Never.”
My lips kicked up.
“How are you explaining this to your team?” she pushed.
“I have a month of emergency leave I’m taking,” I answered. “As far as anyone but you and Coach Siggy knows, I have a pulled groin, and you’ve ordered me out of the lineup for the next month.”
She dropped her head back to rest on my shoulder.
“This is going to get me fired,” she told him. “Or worse.”
“What could be worse?” I teased.
“I could be working under Sinclair.”
My chest started to vibrate as I tried in vain to keep my laughter inside.
“If Sinclair tries anything, I’ll get him fired before he can even laugh about it,” I promised her, wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her soft body into my chest.
Once she was where I wanted her, I pushed my bearded chin into the crook of her neck and rubbed.
She giggled and twisted, pulling out of my arms.
“Do you and Hannibal even look like each other?” she narrowed her eyes at me.
I grinned.
“We’re twins, baby.”
Sway stared at me.
“You have a beard,” she glared. “Is his beard as big as your beard?”
My lips twitched.
“Beards grow,” I told her. “And no, his beard is longer than my beard.”
She moved until she was pressed fully against me.
Once she was in my arms again, she lifted her hand until she cupped my face.
“I didn’t think I’d ever hear you admit that somebody else’s beard was bigger than yours.” She tugged lightly on my beard.
I snorted.
“It’s not like I’m admitting his dick is bigger than mine,” I pointed out.
Her eyes twinkled. “Maybe I like guys with bigger…beards.”
I yanked her in close, then dropped my mouth to hers.
“Be good, girl.”
Her eyes sobered, and she leaned forward to place her lips gently against mine.
“I will.”
“Love you, Half-Pint.”
Her eyes warmed.
“I love you, too, Parts.”
Chapter 20
Just choked on a carrot stick. See, this is why I don’t eat healthy. Cupcakes don’t try to kill me while eating them.
-E-mail from Sway to Hancock
Hancock
The moment I stepped down from the plane, men that I knew were my brother’s friends surrounded me. His team, as well as another team that knew him almost as well.
Some of them I recognized, some of them I didn’t.
“Fucking uncanny,” one of them said.
I turned to survey that man.
He was on the shorter side— well, at least compared to my six-foot-three height—and sporting a scar on his face that made him look like he had a permanent scowl.
“What is?” I questioned him.
“The resemblance.” He gestured at my face. “Look exactly like him.”
“We’re identical twins,” I pointed out.
The man’s face kicked up into his version of a grin—which admittedly wasn’t much of a grin due to the scar—and offered his hand to me. “Tim Teague.”
“Hancock Peters,” I offered him the same.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he said.
I nodded.
“These men at my back, from left to right, are Park, Crassus, Jimmy and Tucker.” He pointed at the four men directly behind him. “We’re glad you’re here.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief.
“I hope I can help.”
“Your face has already helped,” he told me. “Now we just gotta get you out of those civilian clothes.”
I looked down at my jeans and t-shirt, and then up at the tan cargo pants and brown shirt that the rest of them were wearing, and nodded.
“Okay.”
We began walking, and I started looking around while I raised one arm to wipe the sweat already pouring down my face.
It didn’t escape my knowledge that I was being watched.
It was decided that I’d come into this specific airport because it was the same one that my brother had been taken from on his way back home.
The airport was also in an area overrun by infidels who thought it was their job to scare every person who tried to come through their turf.
“Don’t worry about them,” the one who was introduced as Tucker threw his arm around my shoulder. “It’s good that they’re seeing you here. Gotta give them a good show, though.”
I elbowed Tucker off my shoulders.
“That’s what I was told,” I muttered. “But you have some body odor that’s really rank, and I’d rather not have it that close to my face.”
Tucker laughed, loud and deep.
“You remind me of him,” he sobered. “That was something your brother would say.”
I shrugged.
“I just hope I can help, and we can get him out,” I murmured. “And I only have two weeks to accomplish this, according to Leslie.”
“Who?” Tucker asked, opening the door to a Jeep that looked like it had seen better days.
I slid inside, sandwiched in by Tucker and Crassus, and said, “Leslie Corvallis.”
“Corvallis’ name is Leslie?”
That was from Park, who was driving.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Has been for the last fifty-seven years, too.”
Crassus snorted.
“He’s gone nine and a half years without telling us that little t
idbit. He said we didn’t need to know.” His lips twisted into a maniacal smile. “I can’t wait to tell him I know. Maybe I’ll just use it as I address him next time.”
“And maybe he’ll knock that stupid smile off your face,” Jimmy muttered as he looked out the window.
I found my first smile since I got off the plane.
“Yeah, that’s Leslie for you,” I confirmed. “Though Hannibal’s known it all this time. Why didn’t you just ask him?”
“Hannibal was sworn to secrecy. Said he would run the risk of losing his balls if he told us.”
“Hmmm,” I muttered. “That sounds like it’d be enough of a reason for him not to tell.”
“And what is he going to do to you when he finds out you told us?” Tucker asked, looking over at me.
“Not a damn thing if he wants to keep his season tickets.”
The group chuckled all around me, and I turned my head to stare out the window.
It was like I was in a different world.
There was absolutely nothing but sand.
Sand for as far as the eye could see.
“Usually, we would have to worry about IEDs. But we had the road swept before we came and it’s clean. We’re free to drive right up to our base,” Tucker commented when he saw me looking.
“Do you have any clue where Hannibal is yet?” I ignored the way the word ‘IED’ tore through me, making my hair stand on end.
I hated that my brother was over there doing that. I was proud as hell of him for doing it, but I didn’t understand why he was doing it. Why did he feel the need to be here? He had enough money, and even if he didn’t, he could go back to the farm and be a stubborn ass like my other brothers as they worked off the land.
Land that they had no clue I’d bought out from under them—which was going to go over like a bag of snakes shoved up their asses.
“We’re still fairly firm on the weapons manufacturer,” Tucker murmured, looking out the window himself this time.
“Why is it such a big deal for him to be there…other than him being a fucking American?” I asked. “Isn’t this guy from America?”
“Yes,” Tim chimed in from the front seat. “If he’s authorized to be there. This isn’t the embassy. This is a private residence. The compound has its own security detail that are there twenty-four seven. The owner also isn’t in on this in any way.”
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