by Luna Maye
“I want you to know the moment Isabel inked you with this tattoo and even in the weeks before, I considered you my sister. Not by blood but by choice. What you did here tonight does not give you any more or less value in my eyes. You already had my respect, my devotion, but know that I recognize the weight of what you did here today and any Honey, including those of us standing here, would make the same sacrifice for you, should you ever need it. I love you Reina.”
Tears streaked softly down the other woman’s face. Mina brought her into an embrace and squeezed her tight. She sighed softly, the weight of everything that had transpired and her exhaustion hitting her all at once.
“Alright ladies, let’s go home.”
22
Victor
Victor wanted to be permanently glued to Mina’s side. He felt like it was the only way forward. Get him some extra-strength super glue, slap their palms together and he would be happy having her safe and near all the rest of his days. He knew he would have to get over his driving need to be with her over the next few days, not only because he promised Isabel this event wouldn’t affect their relationship, but for Mina’s peace of mind as well. She was a free spirit and would need some personal space as well as his proximity and understanding. For now though, he would enjoy holding her body close to his as he lifted her in a bridal carry and moved toward the vehicles.
He strategically turned his body to protect her gaze from the road, shifting her head to lay further in against his chest. He knew Mina said Reina didn’t earn any more respect because of her actions today, but her skills definitely impacted Victor’s own impression of the woman. The wreckage behind him was proof of that.
The kidnapper’s bike lay on its side in the middle of the dirt road, a deep gash in the gravel from where it laid over. Blood and dirt splattered out from the crash site in a sort of sick art. Reina had placed two bullet holes directly between the man’s eyes, so close they were almost on top of each other. Her shots were straight and true under unimaginable pressure and difficulty. He felt like he owed her his life.
Victor cuddled Mina closer, her beautiful nightgown stained with red dirt and too much blood. He wanted to coddle her, protect her, but he knew she would move on from this event quickly. She was so resilient beautiful and strong, and even more impressive, she enabled all of the women around her to embody the same traits.
As he walked closer to the vehicles, he started examining his options. He didn’t want to put Mina with him on the bike but he also wasn’t sure he was physically able to leave her side, even for a five-mile drive.
“I’ll take the bike back, Victor. You can have my car. Just make sure you let Reina pack her gear in and leave it locked while it’s at your place. I know you probably won’t want to take her back to the compound tonight.”
He gave Shelli a thankful look, he knew riding the bikes wasn’t her favorite, but she was willing to take one so he could stick close to Mina’s side. He’d be sure to thank her again in the morning, or maybe afternoon at this point. It was already past daylight.
He gently loaded Mina into the passenger seat of the SUV, tucking her nightgown down around her and buckling her seatbelt across her. He gently kissed her on the cheek before shutting the door. He turned to the three other women who were loading up their gear and starting the bikes.
“I just want to say thank you. I appreciate everything you did tonight, we all know I would have been lost without you.”
Isabel snorted a little. “Half naked and running around like a chicken with your head cut off is what you’d be. But we get it, everything is different when it’s someone you love.”
She sounded like she spoke from experience but that was an investigation for another day, he needed to get his woman home, cared for and into bed as quickly as possible.
He jogged around to the driver’s seat. Reina was staying behind to meet the authorities so as he pulled back onto the main road, only Isabel and Shelli pulled out behind him. They met Mattie and Moises at the gates of the compound where the other women pulled off. Both of the other men gave him an excited wave as he drove by, the relief evident on their faces. Mina was like a sister to the two of them.
As they drove further down the road to the airstrip, he looked over to see Mina already asleep. Her faced turned softly toward him, her eyelashes settling delicately against her skin as her head lay on the center console. He examined her eyes for signs of a concussion earlier, especially after hearing she was knocked unconscious, but her symptoms weren’t severe. It should be okay for her to have a little nap before he got her out and cleaned up.
He banished Andy outside to the yard and hangar so he wouldn’t inadvertently jump on her or paw at her while Victor was working on her cuts and bruises, and then he carried Mina inside.
She shifted a little against his chest but didn’t wake up right away, instead snuggling her head down further into him and making sleepy sounds. His heart clenched and he leaned his head close to her ear as he opened his door.
“I love you, Mina. I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I’ll love you for always.”
Her head came up, her eyes misty with tears as she look up at him and he set her down on top of the long sink in the master bathroom.
“Did you hear that? I know I told you earlier in the heat of the moment but I can’t go another second without you knowing that I love you Mina Corsi. I think I always have and I know I always will.”
“I love you, too Victor Gomez. You’re my hero, even though that title might technically belong to Reina, today at least.”
He laughed a little as he started drawing her a bath. He came back to the counter, bringing out a first aid kit form underneath the sink.
“I think she was one hundred percent your hero tonight. You should have seen me, I was completely a mess. I ran over to the compound in my underwear.”
He hung his head, a little ashamed at the memory as he got out some cleaning solution, anesthetic cream and clean bandages for her head.
When he looked up at her, Mina’s brow was wrinkled and her nose was scrunched. “Damn, I really love those girls, but now I’m going to have to claw their eyes out. No one sees this glorious body but me.” She ran her hands down his chest playfully as he started cleaning up her wound. “Hey, wait a minute, whose clothes are these?”
“I do not know, Reina was just pulling things out of her shop right and left. Did you know she has an arsenal in her wall? That girl’s place is full of secrets.”
“Ugh now I really want to know.”
“You’ll have to ask her once you get some rest.” He pulled her wound closed with butterfly bandages. It only took three of them despite how profusely it bled for such a small cut, although that was normal for head wounds. He shut off the water in the tub, making sure it wasn’t too hot.
“Alright, baby, arms up.”
Mina raised her arms over her head and he gently slipped the nightgown up and off, barely containing his anger when he saw her smooth skin marred by scrapes, scratches and patchy bruises. He held her hand as she stepped over the side of the tub, and treasured her soft sigh as she sank into the warm water.
Kneeling beside her, he picked up a washrag and a bottle of body wash intent on carefully cleansing her body while she worked the blood out of her dense curls. She smiled up at him as he buffed the rag over her arms and back.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been cared for so completely or so often as I have in the few short weeks I’ve known you. It’s like you have a bathroom fetish or something. ” She leaned her cheek softly against his arm and smiled up at him a little sassily. Her eyes were warm with relief and if she was already giving him hell, he knew she’d be back in rare form in no time. He stilled his movements with the washcloth to look down at her.
“Get used to it Mina, I hope to be doing little things like this for you for the rest of your life. Although, hopefully next time I’ll have a happier reason to be in the bathroom with you.”
She giggled a little, gently splashing some water back at him. The pain medicine and sleep aid he’d given her seemed to be kicking in. “I think telling each other I love you is a happy occasion.” She looked at him shyly through her lashes, her cheeks blushing lightly pink.
“It definitely is.” He helped her rinse her hair, running his fingers through it to check for dirt, debris and dried blood. When she was fully clean, he handed her a towel and left to grab a t-shirt from his drawer.
When he returned, she gratefully slid the shirt over her head and wrapped her arms around herself tightly. “How are all of your shirts so much softer than mine? Is this some sort of secret government fabric?”
“Nope, just plain old cotton. Now come over here, we need to get some rest.” He pulled her closer to him, needing to keep in contact with her warm body and then lifted her up into his arms.
“Victor, ya big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever!” she whisper-yelled, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a smacking kiss on the cheek.
“Oh my god, did you just quote Top Gun to me? Ugh, I knew you were the perfect woman.” He set her gently on the bed, kissing her forehead and quickly pulled off the borrowed shirt and sweats from the night before. Crawling in behind her and cradling her softly to his chest, he pulled the covers up to their chins. She sighed lightly, rubbing her cheek up against him and he felt her body immediately relax into his embrace. Tucking her firmly next to him and fluffing up the pillow under her head he settled in beside her, thankful to have her home, whole and all his.
“Get some rest sweetheart.”
23
Mina
Mina woke toasty warm, pinned in by two large, heavy arms and one long leg hooked over her hip. She smiled over her shoulder at the man behind her, his eyes softly closed and his mouth just slightly ajar, his two front teeth peeking out below the edges of his soft, plump upper lip. Edging one leg out from under the covers for a little airflow, she rolled over to face him, putting her hands together under her cheek to brace her head.
The clock on the bedside table told her it was around noon, but she was in no hurry to get up. This was one of her best opportunities to get a good, thorough look at the man she loved and she wasn’t going to waste a second of it. He had a little extra stubble from the day before along his sharp jaw and his hair was sticking together in adorable little tufts against his pillow, so much so it almost looked wavy. She traced his tattoos with her gaze, the Air Force insignia on his chest, a series of geographic coordinates along his left arm and a large pair of medieval-style lions almost like a family crest spanned his abdomen and back, one wrapping from his chest around to his back and one wrapping opposite. They looked proud, firm and strong, just like him. She looked lower, his waist and legs exposed where he kicked off the covers in his sleep. The leg he had hiked up around her waist was giving her a very up close and personal encounter with the most intimate parts of him.
She snuggled closer, pressing firmly against his chest and wiggling her leg gently against his erection. He stirred and gripped her tight, his corded arms coiling tightly around her midsection and his fingers tangling in her hair, but he didn’t wake. Huffing a little, she tried again, lightly kissing the tip of his nose, his eyelids, his ear and trailing further down to his nipples. When he remained completely still, she popped her head up, frustrated at his lack of response, only to see his eyelids cracked open and a soft smile teasing the edges of his lips.
“I’m just waiting to see how far you’re gonna take this, baby. Right now it feels like a very sweet dream.”
Victor had been many things over their time together — sweet, kind, caring — and Mina loved every single facet of this man. The care he took with her was real and refreshing. Every encounter they shared was overwhelmingly hot and satisfying but she was ready for so much more.
She looked up at his sleepy eyes — his arm now braced up behind his head, his bicep bulging pleasantly against his pale grey sheets — and smiled a slow, seductive smile. Pushing one leg over his wide torso, she started at the waistband of his snug, black boxers, kissing her way up the short, now-regrown trail of black hair along the center of his abs. Smiling up at him as they shared a secret look, remembering their initial encounter.
She traced the outline of one lion with her tongue, reveling in his sharp intake of breath as she came further upward, pulling one flat tan nipple into her warm mouth, tasting the slight masculine tang of his skin. He slipped his hands under her t-shirt as she moved, his large, warm palms cupping the cheeks of her ass, kneading and separating before he pulled the shirt up and off entirely. Leaning down, she dragged the hard peaks of her breasts lightly up his abdomen to bring her mouth closer to his ear.
“I need you, Victor. I want it all, I want to give you everything.” She sucked the lobe into her mouth, panting a little as he brought one knee up to put pressure on her center. She could feel her slickness seeping out onto his thigh and she greedily rocked back and forth, searching for more.
“Are you sure, Mina? Your head doesn’t still hurt?” She whimpered a little as one of his hands plucked her beaded nipple, just hard enough to ride the line between pleasure and pain.
Shaking her head no, she was relieved that the movement didn’t irritate her wound or cause her any pain. She really was feeling much better. “No, my head feels good, I promise. I just need you, Victor please.” She pushed down against his thigh, her breast jiggling a little against his chest with the ardor of her thrusts. The rough sensation of his hair-scattered leg against her inner thighs only lasted another moment before she was propelled upward by two firm hands at her hips. Her legs came to rest on either side of Victor’s scruffy cheeks and her brief squeak at the quick change of scenery soon faded into a low, throaty moan. Her hands tightly gripped the headboard in front of her, her breasts grazing the soft fabric each time Victor’s hands gripped her tighter, pulling her further onto his tongue.
He thrust into her firmly, deeply, pausing occasionally to suck her clit while one hand massaged her ass. His satisfied grunts and moans lit her with pleasure as he relentlessly attacked all of her sensitive areas. Eventually it was too much and she pulled her hips up, desperate to gain some relief from his ruthless pursuit. When she pulled back, one hand pulled her hip right back down, crushing her center against his face, while the other popped her hard on the ass, causing a burst of moisture to leak from her center. Victor’s tongue snaked out to pull her aching clit between his lips for one last, hard suck. She detonated, bowing her back and gripping the headboard like a life raft amidst the waves of her pleasure as she cried out.
Her body went pleasantly limp and warm as she felt Victor lay her over on her back against the fluffy comforter. He propped two pillows underneath her head, bringing a third down to rest underneath her butt and the soft linens smelled exactly like the musky body wash they’d used the night before. When she revived herself enough to open her eyes, Victor was seated on his knees between her legs, a hungry fire in his eyes the likes of which she’d never seen before. Her eyes traced down the defined lines of his chest and torso, tracing the faint v shape along his hips down to one hand gripping and stroking his long, thick cock. It was smooth and hard, deeply purple at the tip with a flared head and moisture leaked from the top. She subconsciously licked her lips, remembering the salty sweet taste of his cum down her throat and she wanted to feel it pouring out thick and hot inside her.
“I love you,” she whispered meeting his warm gaze as he shifted to hover over her.
He sucked first one, then the other of her peaked, deep pink nipples in his mouth, popping off of each with firm suction. He traced her collar bones with his tongue, moving steadily, carefully up to her neck, where he traced the double H tattoo running up the side. “And I, love you,” he whispered, his hot breath caressing her ear before he cupped the back of her neck with his hand, thrusting his mouth against hers in a deep claiming kiss. She ran her hands down his sides, across his stomach and up, to br
ace against his chest. His kiss morphed from sweetly claiming to desperately dominating in seconds as the head of his cock smeared up against her wet heat. She felt her opening give way and the widely flared tip sank deep, causing her to gasp at the sensation.
“Oh fuck. You’re so tight, so hot.” He tested their connection, rocking in and out, panting with every tiny move. It felt so good inside her, after so long without, Mina was struck dumb, her mouth open wide and her head tilted back in pleasure as soft, rumbling moans left her. She was almost as breathless, as wordless as Victor himself.
“How can this? Ugh. Hold on baby I can’t stop.” He groaned the words into her hair as he leaned forward over her, sinking in and flicking her g-spot just right for the first time. His thumb came around her neck to press down on her throat as one hand braced her lower back, gripping her tighter to him, slamming her against his raging hard erection more powerfully than ever before. She felt full, stretched and sloppily wet as he owned her body. She relished his firm grip, his sure pounding thrusts. It felt like his hands, his mouth, his cock were all consuming her as his powerful hips slammed into her again and again. He lost all coherent words, all semblance of time and place as he fucked her through a second orgasm, not stopping until she crested over her third wave and he spilled deep inside her with a primal roar.
Exhausted, he dropped beside Mina and she let her eyes trail the soft sheen of sweat on his body, the firm red love bites decorating her breasts, her hips. She had no idea where they all came from, lost in the frenzy of their love. She reveled in the warm cum leaking slowly out of her as she curled into his chest. She kissed him softly, eagerly treating each of his abs to sweet kisses and trailing nips all the way up to his neck. He was so warm and soft and smelled so irresistible. He was all hers and she luxuriated in her good fortune, in all the good things in her life that correlated directly to his appearance in it.
