"Perfect," I whisper back. "I knew you would feel like this. The best I"ve ever had."
She smiles at my words, and runs her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and lean forward to bite her neck. My thrusts grow aggressive and I feel the need to dominate her intensify.
I pull back and look her in the eyes. "Lean back and put your hands on the edge of the bed. I want to f.u.c.k you hard and watch my c.o.c.k go in and out of your c.u.n.t."
I see her swallow and she nods her head. She leans back a little and I help steady her as she puts her elbows on the edge of the bed. I sit up a little and grip her hips as I f.u.c.k her in this position. Her body stretches out in front of me and her big t.i.ts shake as I pound into her.
I look down and watch where we are connected. My c.o.c.k drips with her honey and her c.l.i.t is swollen. She wants to c.u.m, and I"m almost ready to make that happen. I just need to hear a few things from her first. Part of me needs this. To know this isn"t just some quick f.u.c.k for her. To know that I"m going to be a part of her life. The idea that she could toss me aside in the morning makes me chest feel hollow.
"Tell me you"ll take me to meet your friends tomorrow."
"What?" she asks in utter shock.
"I know you"re in a club, and you don"t have to take me there, but I want to meet your friends. I don"t want to be a secret." I know this will be the biggest hurdle to our being together and I want to squash it as soon as possible. Then maybe this feeling of unease will settle. It"s been sitting there since the day I saw her picture, and each day it grows. The thought of losing her is too much.
She shakes her head, but I reach down and thumb her c.l.i.t. She tries to swat my hand away but I shut that down. "Put your f.u.c.king hands where they were, Mackenzie, and don"t move them again."
She slowly puts her elbow back on the bed, and stares me in the eyes with a look that would probably kill a lesser man. It only almost makes me lose my load inside her.
"I"m not your dirty secret. And you"re not mine."
She nods her head in agreement, but I want the words.
"Say it."
"I"ll let you meet my brothers."
"I"ll be in your bed tonight, but you still owe me a night in mine."
She nods her head again, but I strum her c.l.i.t some more, letting her know what I want.
"I"ll make good on my promise. You"ll still get a night in your bed."
"Good girl," I whisper, and there goes her blush again.
I speed up the pace on her c.l.i.t, and rub it in hard fast circles. I thrust my c.o.c.k, riding her hard, and it only takes a few more pumps before I feel her p.u.s.s.y start to c.u.m.
Her legs lock up, and her head falls back. She shouts my name, and the c.o.c.ky motherf.u.c.ker inside me grows ten feet tall.
I give one last hard thrust and bust my nut deep in her c.u.n.t, loving my name on her lips.
I rest my head on her chest as I try to catch my breath. I wrap my arms around her. Her arms twine around my neck.
With what little strength I have left, I pick her up and lay us both down on her little mattress. It"s not much bigger than a twin, but I don"t give a f.u.c.k. I"ll be on top of her all night anyway.
I lie halfway on top of her, and hold her tight as I fall asleep.
"You"re going to sleep on top of me?" she asks, but I hear the smile in her voice.
"It keeps you from sneaking out in the middle of the night," I mumble into her hair.
"You know this is my house, right?" she says on a yawn.
"If you knew how many times I marked this place, you wouldn"t be saying that."
I hear her hum a questioning sound, but we both find sleep before I can answer.
CHAPTER FIVE.
CAS.
Warm fingers trace the scars lining my back, followed next by a soft mouth. Sweet kisses touch each of my picked wounds, making my heart squeeze inside my chest.
"You get these in the Air Force?" he asks, reminding me that he knows way more about me than I do him.
"No," I answer honestly. Normally people don"t see my scars. Most of my s.e.x is quick and fast, not even taking all my clothes off sometimes. Now I"m lying naked in my bed, with a man that will barely give me an inch of s.p.a.ce.
I feel his body lock around mine at my words.
"I"m guessing that folder you got on me doesn"t have all the details of my life."
"You get them while doing club s.h.i.t?"
"Club s.h.i.t?" I snap, giving a bite to my words and letting him know he"d better watch his step.
"Just answer me, Mackenzie," he says, placing another kiss on one of my scars. His mouth eases my tension. He"s worried.
"No. Not from there either."
"You going to make me drag it out of you?" he asks, running his tongue along another scar, making me moan. I"m learning this is his game. He likes to tease my body until I tell him what he wants to hear. It should p.i.s.s me off that he can do that, but I"d be lying if I said I don"t love it. My body craves him like it never has anyone else before. I find myself allowing him liberties I"ve never allowed another soul.
"I got them before I was in the Air Force."
"But you were eighteen when you enlisted."
"I was," I confirm, letting him see a part of myself that few others know about.
"Oh, Mackenzie." He breathes against my back, peppering kisses up my spine, and letting me know that my scars make no difference to how he feels about me. That he isn"t disgusted by them. He may change his mind if he finds out what I did because of those scars. He could recoil at the ugliness I"ve been party to. It"s a bitter reminder that what I have here with him isn"t real. That I"m here to find out what he knows about me, and even if he denies it, he"s probably here to close his case.
"Give it to me," he says like it will come so easily. That it"s his right to have.
"I can"t give you anything. I don"t trust you. I can"t trust you to wear a f.u.c.king condom."
Instantly I"m on my back with him hovering over me, his intense gray eyes staring into mine. "Cut that s.h.i.t, Mackenzie. I told you this isn"t a game. I want you. f.u.c.k the case." He leans into me so we"re nose to nose, "As for the condoms, you better get used to the lack thereof, because that won"t be changing. Stop trying to wiggle away from me. Having you without a condom, my c.u.m filling your hot little c.u.n.t, reminds you there"s no getting distance from me. You"re mine."
My whole body goes on alert at his words, making my heart rate pound like I"m on a mission. It would be exciting if it didn"t scare the s.h.i.t out of me. Vincent could leave behind a whole different type of scar. The kind that could shatter me from the inside out. It"s hard to believe what he"s saying, Pres gave me the rundown on him before I left the club. He is a decorated FBI agent who quickly moved up the ranks. Driven, will stop at nothing to get what he wants. The question was did he want me or the case more?
The idea that I could come before anything else with him tastes so sweet that I push the idea away. I"ve never come first for anyone in my life before. Even with my brothers, the club comes first, but Vincent makes it seem like I would come before everything.
It"s like I"m two totally different people. One wants to surrender to Vincent and believe his words. He looks at me like I"m his everything, that he will do anything for me, and it"s intoxicating. I"ve never had anyone look at me like that before.
The other part of me knows this is too good to be true. That a decorated FBI agent won"t turn a blind eye to the things I"ve done. The things I would do. Will he try and change me? It wasn"t twelve hours ago I offered to kill a dozen men. Vincent or not, that offer still stands.
Closing my eyes doesn"t help the barrage of feelings that a.s.sault me, because I can still smell him. The faint scent of his body mixed with our s.e.x is heady. It"s a smell that will forever be imprinted on my brain.
"Baby, look at me. Talk to me, please." Opening my eyes, I try to read his. He"s always so intense, but I"m sure he can read me clearly. There"s no hiding the battle raging inside me.
"I wish I could tell you that I"m sorry about what brought us together, but I"m not. Not any of it. Your file hit my desk and I was a goner. I"ll never hurt you, Mackenzie. You can tell me anything. Let me in and I"ll prove it to you."
Maybe if I give him a taste, he"ll see how I can never work with him-the man who lives his whole life by the letter of the law, and me making up my own rules as I go.
"I went into the Air Force because I wanted to fly. I know it sounds silly, but I did," I say, remembering lying on my parents" back porch, staring up into the sky as the birds flew by. Wishing that I could do the same.
"I didn"t come from a family like yours, Vincent. My childhood wasn"t filled with Sunday dinners and trips to the zoo. Mine was filled with a miserable father who wanted to make everyone else miserable with him, including my mother and me. He hated that I wasn"t a boy, and told me that when he beat me. He was so hard on me, and said it was to toughen me up, which was bulls.h.i.t. Charlie just liked having us at his mercy. Then I lost her, my mother. The doctor said she fell down the stairs and snapped her neck. I was too much of a coward to tell them what really happened."
"You were fourteen when your mom died, Mackenzie."
Looks like he didn"t just read my file, but memorized it.
"Doesn"t matter. I didn"t protect her, which is ironic, because it"s what I did in the Air Force. I just learned too late. I went in to learn to fly, but I"m too small. I was good at shooting, in fact I was the best. So that"s what I did. I sat on the walls protecting our bases. Then I got called out for a few emergency missions for the Marines, and after that, they seemed to call on me time and time again. I was in the Air Force, but Lucias-Pres -was a marine and he was my squad leader. I ended up working with them more than I did with the Air Force. For once in my life I felt like I belonged, like I had a family. One that I protected, and I won"t fail again. But, you see, my lines started to blur along the way. I don"t see things as black and white as you do, Shield."
"How do you see it?"
"I always took my orders and carried them out without question, but sometimes there"s no time to wait for orders. Sometimes you have to determine if someone should live or die on your own. When you sit and watch the world through a scope, you see things before others. I made my own judgment calls."
"I can understand that, I"ve had to do that a few times myself. It"s our job, Mackenzie."
"What would you say if I still did that and it wasn"t my job anymore? That I sometimes I still made judgment calls."
I know he has to know what I am talking about. I didn"t outright admit anything but if he read my file like I know he did he will have put two and two together. I killed my father.
"That let"s say I came home, saw my father still doing what he did but to a new family, and I made a judgment call."
Not only did I kill him but I planned it out like a mission. I waited for his new wife and her daughter to head off to work, and I shot him through the heart. He never ever knew what hit him. Dead on impact. Unlike my father, I don"t care to watch people suffer. I just like it to be over. Then I placed a call to the police letting them know there was a dead body that needed to be cleaned up. His new wife and stepdaughter didn"t need to come home to that s.h.i.t. He had already put them through enough.
"I don"t care if you killed him."
I turn my head to try to break eye contact. Bringing my hands up to my face I rub my eyes. This isn"t supposed to happen. This isn"t the plan. I am the one who is supposed to be getting information from him, but I just keep giving him everything he asks for, I can"t seem to stop myself.
A firm hand grips my chin, making me look back at him.
"I don"t care, Mackenzie, whatever your reason was for killing him. Whether you had cause or not. I stopped caring the moment I saw you. I know you don"t believe me yet but over time you"ll see. You"ve spent years protecting people. I"m going to show you that I"m going to protect you whether you want it or not."
"You"re a fed," I remind him. "I"ll always cross lines you won"t like."
"If you think I"m going to lecture you on justice, you got the wrong guy. I read your file countless times, but I know you"ll always do what you think is best. Your system of justice is just a little different than mine. I"d never ask you to change who you are. "
"Don"t you think that"s going to be a conflict of interest for you?"
"It will never be a conflict when it comes to you."
I smile up at him through unshed tears, feeling the sting in my eyes. The club has always had my back, but the way Vincent says it feels different. Deeper.
"Does it say in my file that a gun went missing at a base I was at, that the same kind killed my father?" I ask, wondering if he"ll give me that information. I know the file says it. Scribe told me.
"Yes." The simple word makes the lump in my throat grow a little more. He didn"t lie. He"s straight with me.
"If they find those guns, they"ll know everything."
He looks at me with understanding. "No one will take you from me, Mackenzie, know that."
"Okay," is my only reply. What else can I say? Only time will tell if he"s telling the truth. The only a.s.s on the line right now is mine. I have nothing else to lose. Either I"m going to jail or not, so I might as well enjoy the Vincent ride while I can.
Wrapping my legs around him, I shift my hips so I"m on top of him. I run my eyes over his body. He"s like a feast laid out for me. He wouldn"t make a bad last meal if a girl had to pick one.
His gaze stills on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, my military dog tags hanging between them. I feel a rush of warmth flood my p.u.s.s.y as his gaze deepens.
As if I weigh nothing more than a doll, he lifts me by my hips making my legs fall open farther, shifting me until I am straddling right over his erection. I wiggle, lining my c.l.i.t up to slide over his c.o.c.k. It would only take a small shift and the lips of my s.e.x would open further, inviting him deep inside me.
His hands span my waist, causing me to lean forward and brace my hands on his chest. His black chest hair covers his pecs and stomach, and I want to rub my nipples across it. I want his powerful chest against my t.i.ts. I want to rub against him, arch against him.
He lifts his hips and moves back and forth, stroking my c.l.i.t against his c.o.c.k. I can feel every thick inch of him. All the ridges and veins of his c.o.c.k excite and arouse me.
"More," I moan as his hands grasp my hips tightly. He lifts me in one smooth motion, filling me totally. But I want more. I need to be closer to him. For the first time in my life the distance is killing me.
As if he can hear my silent plea, Vincent sits up. Leaning forward, I take his mouth in a kiss. It isn"t until my lips. .h.i.t his that I realize what I"ve done. It"s always him stealing my mouth, but this time I pulled him against my chest, brushing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him. The warm feel of his mouth, the utter closeness sets me off and I c.u.m.
f.u.c.k me.
A kiss and I come. Just like that.
My p.u.s.s.y grips his c.o.c.k, making him jerk inside me. Tightening his arms around me, holding me closer in an unbreakable hold, I feel his c.u.m explode inside me. His hips keep jerking, and I swear he c.u.ms again, flooding my p.u.s.s.y even more.
I cling to him like he"s a life line. I don"t realize I"m chanting his name over and over until I hear the echo of the noise in the quiet room. But he isn"t done with me, and I don"t think he ever will be.
Sliding his fingers between us, Vincent finds the wetness dripping from me. His c.u.m and mine mixed together. Using his fingers he rubs it on my c.l.i.t.
"f.u.c.k, feeling my c.u.m on you makes my c.o.c.k so hard. I don"t think it will ever go down. The more I c.u.m in you, the stronger the need to have you grows."
Rubbing tight circles on my c.l.i.t, he starts to thrust again. He leans back, spreading his thighs, and making me open up more for his powerful short strokes. He pumps into me fast and hard. One hand holds my hip in a grip that I"m sure will show. I lean forward, needing his mouth again.
I become lost in it all. I can feel another climax bubbling up inside me. Crying out into his mouth, my entire body contracts around him. He simply moves deeper and harder into me. A sweet balance between pleasure and pain. His fingers digging into my hips, his mouth eating at mine.