“Speak for yourself.” I sobered and huffed out a breath. “What are we doing?” I asked after a moment.
“I haven’t got a fucking clue.”
“Do you... do you think it’s a bad idea us being here together, naked in your bed?” I asked the question unsure if I wanted the answer.
“Do you?” He trailed his hand down to the small of my back and pulled me tight against his body. The rigid outline of his erection pressed against my stomach, and I moaned.
“At least one part of you is happy to see me,” I said.
“Why would you say that?” he asked. “How could you not know how every fiber of my being has been crying out for you since the day I thought you died. I missed you so much.”
“Are we bordering on cheesy again?” I asked in an attempt to make the tension between us something more manageable.
My whole body tingled, and goosebumps rose on my skin when he brushed his lips against the pulse point on my neck.
“Why are you doing that?” he asked, trailing a line of soft, teasing kisses along my collar bone. “Why are you keeping your distance, pushing me away?”
“We’re in bed together. I wouldn’t call that pushing you away.”
He continued his path down my body, kissing and licking with agonizing gentleness, cupping my breast in his hand. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” he said and rolled my nipple between his fingers before taking it in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue over the hard bud.
“I can’t lose you again,” I said, shocked to feel a tear run down my cheek.
“You never lost me.” He suckled hard while his hand slid between my thighs and into my panties. He circled my clit with slow, relentless pressure. Bolts of pleasure shot directly to my core. Bono removed his mouth from my breast and claimed my lips. “I’ve always been yours.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I gasped, reaching for his cock.
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes.”
“I will.”
I laughed. “A gentleman should never keep a lady waiting.”
Bono smiled and nipped at my bottom lip. “Who ever said I was a gentleman?” He flipped me on my back and snagged my panties, tugging them down my legs and tossing them into the dark room.
He trailed his cock down my body, making me itch to grab it and guide it where it needed to be. Before I could, he snatched hold of my knees, pushed my legs apart, and teased at my entrance with its tip. My legs quivered, and I pushed upward, wanting to feel him inside me.
“You always were impatient,” he said and flicked my clit with his finger.
I moaned and reached down to grab him and push him inside. He grabbed my hand and pushed it above my head, holding it in place, while he continued his relentless teasing. I so fucking needed to feel him inside me. I wriggled my body, driving his cock against my wet core and over my clit. He pushed inside slowly, filling me up inch by inch. Deliciously stretching me. He was long, and thick, and more than I could ever hope for. I cried out in pure joy.
“Fuck your pussy is perfect. But I want to fuck every part of you,” he said, pushing into me in swift, hard strokes, over and over. “Tight and wet and needy. I need to fucking taste you.”
“No, Bono,” I cried out when he left me. “I need...”
Bono chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you need.” He leaned over me, his eyes claiming every part of my body. After what felt like an eternity, he lowered his head between my legs. He licked my slit up and down as I seeped for him. His tongue circled my clit, flicking and teasing, as he pushed his fingers inside me one at a time. His tongue and fingers were relentless, pushing me higher and higher.
Everything about this felt so good. I was Bono’s and Bono was mine. I moaned and closed my eyes, my body panting and shaking, enjoying the sensation of being one with Bono. Pleasure sparked. My core clenched, wanting more.
“Oh, fuck... Bono.” My whole body lit up and flashes of light sparked behind my eyelids. Pleasure swamped my body and I thought I’d blackout from the sensations swirling through me.
He was so fucking perfect. I could come over and over again just thinking of him watching me get off. As soon as I recovered from my orgasm, I knew I had to taste him. “You wanted to fuck every part of me,” I said before pushing him back.
I climbed over him, pushing my ass out into the air, and trailed my hands down his chest and over his arms, tracing his tattoos. Using one hand for support, I cupped his balls and kneaded them with my hands before zeroing in on his cock and licking the precum from his slit.
Fuck! He tasted too fucking good.
His hands circled in my hair as I took him slowly into my wet, warm mouth. He thrust his hips, pushing in deeper. I let out a gasping moan, hoping desperately that he’d fuck my mouth the way he promised.
His head flung back, and he groaned as the head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat. He pulled my head downward, just as I wanted, thrusting his hips, and shoving his cock deeper and deeper.
I closed my eyes, relishing the sensation of him moving within me. His cock trembled inside my mouth. He growled and pushed me off, shoving me back down onto the bed.
I felt like I was on fire when he spread my legs wide and pushed his cock inside me with one hard thrust as deep as he could go.
I arched against him and ran my hands over his chest and relished the way his muscles shifted under my fingertips, working hard to ensure his thick, long cock gave me maximum pleasure.
“Fuck me like you promised,” I said between whimpers. “Harder, deeper.”
Bono ran kisses by the side of my ear, and his lips down my neck, tickling me with his facial hair. I hadn’t been sure how I felt about the way it looked at first, but the tingling sensations it created along my skin had my heart skipping a beat.
Bono withdrew, slipped me on my front, and wrapped his arm around my waist from behind, pulling my ass into the air against him. He ran his hand over the curve of my bottom and teased at my entrance with his fingers. I moaned, and pushed back into them, wanting more. Wanting to feel his cock inside me again.
“Do you remember that time in Santa Monica?” he asked.
A pang of nervous excitement washed over my body. “We don’t have any ice.”
“Yes, we do.”
My eyes darted to the glass, forgotten on the bedside table. It was more ice than water, even though a large portion of it had melted. Bono removed his fingers from my core and grabbed a chunk of ice from the glass. He circled it around my clit, making me jerk away from the extreme cold. Chills rushed up my back and goosebumps flared on my legs.
He teased me, running the ice cube over my bottom and the backs of my thighs until it melted. Then reaching into the drawer on the bedside table, he produced a condom, which he proceeded to fill with two pieces of the ice remaining in the glass. I shuddered when he pressed it to my entrance.
“Please,” I murmured.
He pushed it inside. My core clenched tight around it. Bono swiped a decisive tongue up my folds and grazed my clit. I whimpered, the hot touch of his breath a stark contrast to the cold ice pressed inside me. Liquid dripped down my leg. A gasp fell from my lips as he sucked on my clit. His tongue circled the bundle of nerves without mercy. I squirmed, desperate for more. He pressed two fingers inside with the ice, rolling it around, and brushing right against my G-spot. My orgasm built, coiling inside me. I screamed out as it exploded, washing over me in waves.
Bono pulled out the condom and pushed the tip of his cock in my entrance. “Fuck,” he said. “The ice has made you so fucking tight.”
He pushed me down onto my belly and straddled his legs either side of mine before thrusting firmly inside me. I cried out. He felt so fucking big, I felt sure I would burst as he slammed into me over and over. He grabbed my hand and pushed it between my legs. I flicked and pinched my clit, teasing it as Bono pummeled into me.
I couldn’t hold back the cries of pleasure as
another orgasm crashed through my body.
“I’m gonna make you come all fucking day,” Bono said.
I smiled. “We do have a lot of time to make up for.”
Chapter Fourteen
Bono
It was near ten at night when we woke, and hunger drove us from the room. Hope was reluctant to leave, but I assured her the rooms were sound-proofed and no-one would know what went on inside. We’d managed to grab some coffee as well as more eggs and bacon before Cane found us in the kitchen.
“Jameson called,” he said. “Caleb wants us in his office.”
Hope sighed and I knew she’d wanted to pretend the outside world didn’t exist for a while longer. I did too. I offered her another cup of coffee, which she refused, and we headed to the office. Only Cane and Caleb were there.
“What did Jameson have to say?” I asked as soon as we’d taken our seats.
“He can tell you himself,” Caleb answered.
“Dolmilo’s on his own.” Jameson’s voice came through on the speakerphone. “The mafia families have agreed to lend him no support in his quest against Hope, and that there will be no retaliatory action should he turn up dead.”
“How the fuck did you manage that?” Cane asked.
“Let’s just say, I called in a favor or two and owe a few more.”
“I don’t understand what this means,” Hope said, shaking her head.
I clasped onto her hand. “It means that after we kill the fucker all this will be over.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I knew the thought of killing anyone disgusted her. We’d both seen far too many lives ended prematurely. “Don’t think of it as murder,” I said. “Think of it as justice.”
“Vigilante justice,” she said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Cane said while pulling a face that told me he was thinking something through. He’d killed to protect Thea. First when a fucker attempted to rape her, and then her stepbrother, who was trying to kill Thea at the time.
“Dolmilo wouldn’t hesitate to kill any one of us, and you’re at the top of that list” Caleb added. “We would never set out to murder someone, but we will protect our own.”
“But I’m not one of your own.”
Caleb glanced from Hope to me and back again. “That’s for you and Bono to decide,” he said. “But either way, you currently fall under our protection.” He added a smile at the end of his words. “Think of it as feeding our hero complex as Amber called it.”
Hope smiled back and sighed before shaking her head. “You still have to find him before he finds me or tries to hurt someone else to get to me.”
“Where’s Thea and the baby?” I asked, realizing that she had to now be out of the hospital.
Cane clapped me on the shoulder. “They’re both at Caleb’s with Amber, Charlie, and a few brothers to keep them safe.”
“This isn’t right,” Hope said after clearing her throat. “You have families. A new baby. You should be with them, not worrying over me. This could go on way too long.”
Cane smiled. “Caleb has a plan.”
Hope’s eyes darted to Caleb, but from the look on his face, I knew exactly what his plan was.
“We are not using Hope as fucking bait,” I said, standing. My anger flared at even the thought. “A million fucking things could go wrong.”
Hope remained quiet while Cane and Caleb both tried to talk me around. The fuckers would never have considered the action if it was Thea or Amber on the line. In fact, they did everything they could to keep them safe, and not send them out into danger. Fuck! Cane was so protective over Thea, even after he’d agreed to let her return to work at Forever Midnight, he always followed her and stayed outside on his bike to make sure she was okay.
“Let’s do it,” Hope said, silencing us all. “How will it work? Should I just go to a motel or something?”
“No. It’s ridiculous to even consider this. It’s not gonna happen. What about using Lucky in a wig, the same way we did when protecting Amber?” I asked.
“Dolmilo’s too smart to fall for that,” Jameson said over the line, reminding me he was still there.
Hope grabbed my hand and pulled it to her chest. “I’m going to do this.” The look in her eyes told me there was no room for argument. Either she did it with my help, or she’d do it without me.
I growled and ran my hand over my head before taking my seat again. “I will make you fucking pay if anything happens to her,” I told Caleb.
His neck strained as the pulse in his head twitched. He looked like he was about to bite my head off, but Cane interjected. “Nothing’s going to happen. We just have to figure out the details and set everything in motion.”
~
It was late the next afternoon when I drove with Hope towards the same safe house we’d used to hide Amber. Only instead of hiding Hope there, the plan was to make her far too visible. Jameson had decided it the best place to lay the trap and wait. Knowing the lay of the land, I’d have preferred my cabin, but he thought Dolmilo would find that suspicious given the fact he knew that we knew that he knew about me, or some other such confusing shit.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you out of this?” I asked as I stopped the jeep and glanced around the grounds that surrounded the house. There were far too many places for Dolmilo to hide, but that also meant there were a lot of areas for my brothers to conceal themselves too.
“It’s for the best,” Hope said. “I just want everything over with one way or another.”
I reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
She brushed the back of her hand over my cheek. “I know. Now, let’s join the others. I’d feel a lot better about this if I knew everything involved.”
Caleb had trucked in a contingent of brothers to ensure no motorbikes were seen around the property. He and Cane were talking to them. I grabbed ahold of Hope’s hand and set off toward them.
My boots squelched on the muddy ground. I glanced at the sky and noted the heavy, black clouds gathering overhead. We were in for a soaking. I steadied my breathing and pushed down the growing sense of dread that built in my stomach.
Caleb nodded past me back at the house. “Lucky and Rex are gonna be inside with Hope,” he said. “They’ll keep to the top floor unless they need to come down. The rest of the brothers will be staged in a few spots around the house under the cover of the trees. There’s also a small outbuilding that gives a good view of both the road and the house. You, Cane, and I can keep a watch from there.”
After a few minutes of discussion where he outlined the plan, I shook my head. They were putting far too much reliance on Dolmilo taking the bait, and on us spotting him.
“I’m staying with Hope in the house,” I said.
Caleb shared a look with Cane before shaking his head. “Dolmilo needs to think you’re out of the picture.”
“I see no sense in that.”
Cane patted me on the back. “You’re an ex-marine,” he said. “Dolmilo will know that. It’s better if he thinks that you’re not here. Besides, we don’t plan on him getting anywhere near the house. You can ensure that yourself by taking your watch outside.”
“It makes sense,” Hope said, still holding tightly to my hand.
I grumbled and shook my head, dragging her away. “We’re out of here. This is a dumb fucking idea.”
“Weathers is going for it,” Rex said, jogging up to join us, and halting our tracks. “I have the contact details for the insider at WITSEC, he believes is working for Dolmilo.”
“See,” Hope said, pulling me to a stop. “This is going to work. We just have to play our parts.”
My nostrils flared. I sucked in a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “When do we get the ball rolling?” I asked, relenting.
Cane glanced at the sky. “We’re all gonna get fucking wet, but we’re in place for tonight.”
Chapter Fifteen
Bono
> Rex handed out comms units and Caleb gave guns to those not already carrying. I made my way to the house with Hope.
“It’s not too late to back out,” I said once we were alone in the sitting room, even though I knew I was wasting my breath.
She gathered her arms around me and leaned her head against my chest. “I’ve been on the run for ten years,” she said. “I’m done waiting to get my life back.”
“I can’t lose you again.” I kissed her forehead and pulled her close, inhaling her scent.
“You never lost me,” she said, echoing my earlier words. “I’ve always been yours.”
Rex barged into the room, carrying a phone and his laptop. He cleared his voice when he saw us and moved to leave.
“It’s okay,” Hope said, pulling away from me. “Is everything ready?”
Rex glanced from Hope to me and back again. “Yeah, we’re good to go.”
Hope nodded and reached for the phone along with the piece of paper with Weathers’ ex-boss’ number on it.
She paced the room while dialing the number. We listened to it ring on speaker, waiting with bated breath for someone to answer.
“Hello,” Hope said as soon as a male voice answered. “I need to speak with Craig Weathers. It’s a matter of urgency.”
She perched on the edge of the couch, rubbing her forehead with a trembling hand, and waited for the other person to speak. I sat next to her and pulled her tight against me.
“Who is this?” The man asked.
“I really can’t say. Could you just put me through to Craig Weathers, please? I can’t reach him on his number. The line seems disconnected,” she added, something Rex had confirmed of the contact number Hope had for him. “I had this one in case of emergencies.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but Special Agent Weathers is no longer with us.”
Hope let out a gasping sob and real tears streamed down her cheeks. “Then what do I do?” she asked.
“Tell me your situation and I’ll help,” the man said.
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