Flynn's Assassin (Marks Mercenaries Book 5)

by N. J. Walters

  She angled her head and deepened the kiss. He made a sound half pain and half pleasure before coming down beside her on the mattress. “If you want to stop, tell me now,” he warned.

  Cerena found the fastener of his battlesuit and opened it to the waist, practically purring when she ran her hands over his firm, hard muscles.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” He melded his lips to hers. Their tongues dueled. Her entire body overheated with pent-up desires and frustrations. She needed Flynn, wanted him inside her. This time she knew what to expect and couldn’t wait.

  He opened her vest, one fastener at a time, the slow action at odds with the franticness of his kisses. He palmed one of her breasts, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her straining nipple. “I love the way you respond to me.”

  Her heart jumped when he said the word love, even though it really didn’t mean anything.

  He kissed his way down her neck and across her collarbone, nuzzling her breast before coving the hard tip with his mouth. Heat surrounded her, making her entire body arch.

  She ached for him, body and spirit.

  Her pants were too constricting, so while he plied her breasts with his tongue and mouth and fingers, she managed to get them undone and pushed down. Her boots got in the way, frustrating her.

  Flynn kissed a path down her torso and finished stripping her. When he stood to remove his battlesuit, she stopped him. “Let me.”

  He inhaled sharply and nodded. It was like unwrapping a present. She already knew what she’d find, but that didn’t make it any less special. His chest expanded on each sharp inhalation. His abs rippled under her hands as she shoved the material down his narrow hips and over his muscled thighs. His cock jumped free, hard and ready.

  Kneeling on the bed in front of him, she was at the perfect angle to look and touch. His shaft was long and thick, spearing out from a nest of dark curls. His balls were full and heavy. She cupped his sac in her hand and gently rolled them.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered. He gripped her head between his hands, but he didn’t try to pull her closer. He simply hung on, digging his fingers into her hair and gripping the strands.

  The broad head of his penis was darker than the rest. She leaned forward and gave the tip a delicate lick. The salty taste of him exploded on her tongue. His guttural groan filled the space around them.

  She’d never done this for a man before, but she wanted to do it now. She gave her tongue an experimental swirl around the tip. Flynn’s grip tightened, making her scalp sting.

  “Take me into your mouth, Cerena.” Desperation tinged his words. She had the power to give or deny. He would never force her.

  She opened her mouth and took him inside. It was awkward at first, but she did the best she could. When she pulled back, she sucked on his shaft, running her tongue along the thick veins that ran the length of it.

  “Fuck, yes.” Flynn began to move his hips back and forth. It didn’t take her long to catch the rhythm. She tried to take him deeper but gagged when he went too far. Before she could worry she wasn’t doing it right, he whispered, “Easy. This feels fucking amazing. Wrap your fingers around the base of my cock. You’ll control how deep you go.”

  She wrapped her hand around him, the hot, hard pulse beating against her palm. She stroked up and down even as she continued to use her mouth and tongue on him. His breathing became faster, more labored. So did hers. She knew what would happen if she didn’t stop. Did she want to go that far?

  “I’m going to come,” he warned. “If you don’t want that—”

  She didn’t give him a chance to finish. Relaxing her mouth as much as she could, she took him in, continuing to stroke the base of his shaft.

  He threw his head back and roared. Then he was coming down her throat. His cock bucked and jumped in her hand, his fingers gripped her head and held her to him. She swallowed, stimulating the tip, making him swear yet again.

  When he was done, she eased back and licked the head of his shaft.

  “You’re fucking amazing.” His green eye practically glowed in the dim light of the room.

  Self-conscious now that they were done, she tugged the covers back and climbed beneath them. She didn’t know much about men, but she did know that once they got off, they were usually done. Maybe she should get dressed, see if there were any messages. She was hungry, too. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate.

  Flynn stripped off his clothes and climbed in beside her. When he drew her into his arms, she didn’t hesitate, wanting to be near him.

  “Thank you.” His deep voice seemed to vibrate through her entire body.

  “You’re welcome.” She hesitated and then decided to ask. “Was it all right? I never did that before.”

  He cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face to his. “It was perfect.”

  ****

  Flynn was still seeing stars. Lights had exploded in his head when she’d sucked him off. He’d had women do it before, but nothing like this. What she lacked in skill she more than made up with sheer enthusiasm.

  He wanted to roar in triumph. Come to think of it, he had. Cerena made him feel … everything. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but there was no going back. His family would think him crazy, but wouldn’t be the first time.

  They had their own lives. His brothers had their own women. He wanted what they had. And Cerena was the first woman he could ever imagine living with for more than a night or two.

  She was watching him now with uncertainty in her eyes. She really had no idea of how rare she was, how open sexually. She held nothing back and gave everything.

  He kissed her. “I can taste myself.”

  “I’m sorry.” She pressed her lips together.

  “I’m not.” He licked at her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell.”

  “It is?”

  When she parted her lips, he slipped his tongue inside. Her innate sweetness mixed with his salty essence to create something totally new and exciting.

  He mapped every crevice of her mouth, leaving no spot untouched. “Yeah,” he told her. “It is.”

  He turned so she was flat on her back and he was on his side. He might have just come, but his cock was already getting hard again. She just needed to catch up to him. He wanted her wet and willing when he fucked her.

  “Your skin is so soft.”

  “Not my hands.” She held them up in front of her.

  He caught one and brought it to his lips, kissing the back before turning to the palm. “Strong hands. Capable hands.” There were rough patches that he licked before sucking one of her fingers into his mouth.

  She didn’t seem to mind the robotic appendage. He’d had it so long it was a part of him. He never stopped to wonder what it must feel like to others, to her. The sight of metal wrapped against her flesh was arousing. She seemed to accept all of him. There was only one way to find out.

  Flynn reached up and pulled his patch off, tossing it aside. He knew what his face looked like. Had studied it in the mirror enough to know the scars were still visible. He had a glass eye to fill the space but preferred the patch.

  “How did you get hurt?” She ran her fingers along several of the scars. He caught her hand and removed it, uncomfortable with her sympathy.

  “Mining explosion.” He didn’t want to talk about that day, but somehow, he couldn’t stop himself. “It was deliberate. Didn’t know it at the time. All my brothers were hurt, too.”

  “I’m so sorry.” She tugged until he released her hand and then cupped the damaged side of his face. Coming up on her elbows, she kissed the area.

  A groan rose up from deep within him. It wasn’t physical pain, not exactly. The wounds had ceased to hurt a very long time ago.

  “It changed everything.” Had set his life on a trajectory that had led him here.

  Done with talking, he kissed her, pushing her back until she was flat on the bed with him levered over her. Supporting the bulk of his weight on his forearms, he kissed her u
ntil the past disappeared beneath the onslaught of the present.

  Her breasts were a feast, a delight that he gobbled up as quickly as he could before moving lower. When she opened her legs and welcomed him, the tension and old pain he’d carried around for so long loosened and let go. He held her thighs wide as he took what he wanted, licking and sucking and probing her opening with his tongue.

  She chanted his name over and over, her voice hoarse with arousal. A light sheen of sweat covered both their bodies. His dick was hard as a rock again, begging for release.

  “Not yet,” he muttered. He moved back far enough so he could flip her onto her stomach. She stilled but didn’t object. This is new to her, he reminded himself.

  He pulled her up onto her hands and knees. “I want to fuck you like this. Take you from behind.”

  She nodded, saying nothing.

  With a growl, he dove back between her spread thighs. Her pussy was pink and wet. He licked her again, addicted to the taste of her arousal. She was panting hard and pushed her hips back toward his mouth.

  He had to be inside her.

  Her hips were wide and perfect for gripping. Holding her steady, he nudged her opening with the head of his cock in silent warning before forging inward. She was tight, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft. Her fingers gripped the covers, and she made a low keening sound.

  His lungs were working hard to suck air. It was like being in the bowels of the mine where only stale air existed unless fresh was pumped. Only there was a much bigger reward waiting than gold or silver. He wanted to claim this prize, wanted her to come.

  He had to pause when he was finally all the way in. The tip of his cock tingled. His balls were tight, ready to burst. It didn’t help that she kept squeezing his dick.

  Leaning forward, he kissed her neck and shoulders. “Okay?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

  He eased back slightly.

  “Don’t you dare stop.”

  He pushed back in again.

  He wasn’t going to last, so he had to make her come. Reaching his robotic hand between her legs, he found her clit and rubbed, knowing the contrast from the coolness of the metal against the heat of her sensitive skin would be arousing.

  She moaned and bucked against him. “So good,” she managed between pants.

  Using his good hand, he palmed her breast and squeezed. There wasn’t any part of her that didn’t turn him on. She felt so right, so perfect for him.

  “You’re all around me and in me.” The wonder in her voice almost had him shooting his load.

  Calculating distances between planets in his head to gain some semblance of control, he focused on her pleasure. Every moan and gasp had his dick swelling and his balls constricting. He used the metal tip of his finger to stimulate her clit, tapping the nub lightly before rubbing it. Her pussy rippled over his erection.

  “Come for me, baby.” He needed her pleasure. He caught one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched.

  Her back arched. She cried out his name. As soon as she started to come, he grabbed her hips and began to slam into her over and over. Couldn’t get deep enough. Couldn’t get enough. Blind to all else but his need to come inside her.

  He thrust home one final time and came even harder than the first time. He yelled as the pleasure swept him away, leaving only Cerena to anchor him. When there was nothing left inside him, he collapsed on top of her, driving her facedown onto the bed. He managed to ease a bit to the side, but that was as far as he got.

  He kissed her shoulder and buried his face in her hair. Her skin was slick, and she was breathing as heavily as he was. They lay there, silent, until her stomach growled.

  Flynn grinned. His woman was hungry. He managed to roll to his side and slap her ass. Her very fine, very full ass. He already wanted to fuck her from behind again.

  “We should get cleaned up and get you some food.” Not giving her time to agree or disagree, he plucked her off the bed. She simply rested her head on his shoulder, trusting him.

  Heart swelling, he carried her to the bathing chamber.

  Chapter Eight

  Clean and dressed once again, they sat at a table in the galley finishing off their meal. The food was fresh since he’d restocked on Oasis. Flat bread and meat for sandwiches. He devoured three before he paused. He’d worked up an appetite.

  Cerena sat across from him, elbows resting on the table, an empty plate in front of her. “You want more?” He motioned to the counter. “Help yourself.”

  “I’m good.” She patted her flat stomach. She looked relaxed, her brown eyes soft, her burnished gold hair tousled.

  “You certainly are,” he replied. His brothers would bust a gut if they could see him now, teasing a woman while sharing a meal.

  A blush actually spread across her face, and she glanced aside. As much fun as this was, it was time to get down to business.

  A low beep sounded. Flynn didn’t recognize it. Cerena paled.

  “What is it?” he demanded.

  “Communicator Ian gave me.” She dug the small device out of a hidden pocket in her vest. “I have to answer it.”

  “Do it.”

  Nodding, she angled her body away from him. “I want to talk to Nix?”

  “You don’t make demands,” a male replied. Flynn’s eyes narrowed as he listened intently, memorizing that voice. “Is the job done?” Reader asked.

  “Not yet. Flynn Marks isn’t an easy man to kill.” She sounded so disgruntled, he almost smiled.

  “Not easy, but you’re a woman. Men like him have a weakness for women. Although maybe you’re too manly for his tastes. From what I remember, you’re big and sturdy. And you’ve been a bouncer all these years.” He made a tsking sound. “Not exactly a good role model for my son.”

  Flynn wished Reader was in front of him. He’d break the other man in half for the insult to Cerena. As he watched, the color bled from her face. She hunched her shoulders, as though trying to make herself smaller. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

  “A son you never wanted,” she reminded him.

  Flynn shifted in his chair, trying to get her attention without making any noise. When she glanced in his direction, he mouthed, “Keep him talking.” He’d already pulled his communication device out of his pocket and sent Kal a message. If anyone could track the message from Cerena’s device it would be his younger brother.

  Once again, he wished Kal was here, but he was done putting his family in danger.

  “I want to talk to Nix.”

  “You need to give me something in return,” Reader told her. “Or I might decide to leave Nix on Antara. They like pretty young boys on that planet.”

  “You leave my son on Antara and I will hunt you down, cut your balls off, and feed them to you.”

  Flynn’s balls tightened, even though the threat wasn’t directed at him.

  “Spend that fury on finding Flynn Marks.”

  “I know where he is,” she told Reader.

  Kal messaged Flynn back, telling him what to do. Flynn’s fingers were clumsy, but he worked as quickly as he could. This could be the break they needed.

  “Then get this done and you can have the boy back.”

  “Let me speak to him first. You want this done. I want something from you. I only have your word that Nix is alive. You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t trust anything coming out of your lying mouth.”

  Reader laughed. Flynn really wanted to smash his robotic fist into the guy’s face.

  “Mom.” The voice was younger, male, and definitely scared.

  “Nix, are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry, Mom. I know I shouldn’t have opened the door to a stranger, but he said he was my dad.”

  “It’s okay, baby.” Her entire demeanor softened in a way Flynn had never seen. The love between mother and son was palpable. They were a unit. One he wasn’t a part of. The sensation of being on the outside grew. Then she glanced
at him, her gaze hopeful. She was depending on him.

  The computer was still working. It hurt him to have to shake her head at him.

  She looked resigned and then nodded. “I’m going to get you, Nix.”

  “You can’t kill a man, Mom.”

  “I can’t let you die. You’re my son.”

  “That’s all very sweet,” Reader interjected. “You have proof of life. Next time I contact you, Marks had better be dead or it’s off to Antara with the boy.” The communication was abruptly cut.

  “Fuck.” Flynn surged out of his chair, wanting to crush the device in his hand. “It wasn’t long enough for me to trace.”

  “You tried.” Her eyes were dry and hollow as she tucked the communicator away.

  “Your son is still alive.” He stalked around the table and dragged her into his arms. “Nix is alive. He seems like a level-headed kid.”

  “He is.” She tried to smile, but it was forced.

  “Smart, too. Maybe he’ll find a way to get his hands on a communications device and contact us.”

  “Maybe.” Her face suddenly fell. “What am I going to do, Flynn? What the hell am I going to do?”

  He caught her chin in his hand and tilted her head back. He brushed his lips over hers once, twice and again. “There’s only one thing you can do.”

  “What?”

  “You’re going to have to kill me.”

  ****

  Cerena must have heard him wrong. “I’m going to have to do what?”

  “Kill me.” He actually grinned as he said it. “Not for real. I don’t think either one of us would particularly like that, especially me. “But we can fake a picture. You can offer to bring my body back. He’d have to give you a location for that. Better yet, you can say you captured me and are bringing me to him to make the exchange for Nix before you kill me. Whatever you think would work better.”

  She was having a difficult time processing things. Dealing with Ian and talking to Nix, followed by Flynn’s kiss, had scrambled her brain. “You want me to kill you.”

  “Pretend. Not for real.” He frowned. “You don’t still want to, do you?”

  He looked so disgruntled at the mere thought, she threw back her head and laughed. Euphoria and relief spread through her. For the first time since the beginning of this nightmare, she had real hope. “No, I don’t still want to, but you’re brilliant. Nix is alive, and we have a viable plan that just might work.”