Xtreme Behavior (Xtreme Ops Book 3)

by Em Petrova

  She tilted her hips. Edging his hands under her tight ass, he raised her to his lips and delivered a long lick to her pussy. She cried out, fingers twisting his hair as he located her clit and repeated the move that made her come apart so fast in the closet months ago.

  He found her tight core and lapped it tenderly as louder and louder moans burst from her. Feasting on her sweet honey, he kept a tight rein on his control. Everything in him wanted to pin her down and pound into her.

  Not this time. Lust had gotten the upper hand before, but he had different plans for tonight.

  He lowered her bottom to the cushion and slid his hands down the backs of her thighs to her shapely calves. When he hooked them over his shoulders, she angled her pussy up for his tongue.

  Sucking on her clit, he listened to her moans shift to pants and then a final scream ripped through her as she contracted with release. He ate her pussy from top to bottom, gathering all her cream from her entrance and then gliding two fingers into her body.

  A guttural cry broke from her. He latched his gaze onto her beautiful face as he thrust his fingers into her clenching heat. Juicy sex noises drove him nuts. He couldn’t hold out much longer.

  He raised his head. “Why do you have the ‘Imperial March’ as your ringtone?”

  Her expression glazed with ecstasy. “What?”

  “I never pegged you for a Star Wars fan.” His voice grated. He curled his fingers and stroked her G-spot.

  Her pussy flooded.

  “Christ! You care about my geeky secrets when your fingers are buried inside me?”

  He fucked them in and out nice and slow, tearing shudders through her. “Tryin’ to think of anything besides coming in my pants.”

  Her gaze sharpened. “Then stop holding back and fuck me, Broshears.”

  A grin ripped across his face. “Is that an order?”

  “Fuck yes. Get your cock out and don’t bother with that condom unless you’ve been a slut.”

  He plunged his fingers into her pussy, and her inner walls clamped on his digits. “No slutting. You were my last and my first for a long time. Vallll-ennnn-tinnnne.” He dragged out her name as he fraction by fraction drew his fingers out of her soaked pussy.

  She sat up from her reclining position and reached for his fly. In seconds, he kicked off his clothes, yanked her to the edge of the cushion, braced his arms on each side of her and filled her with his cock in one smooth thrust.

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  Balls-deep, the head of his cock gave one hard pulse that warned him he might blow.

  “Yes what, honey?”

  “Yes, I’m a Star Wars fan!”

  He curled forward, shaking with laughter, and her giggles washed through him as she gripped him tight with her arms and legs. The comic relief staved off his pending release for a precious, needed second.

  And his heart blossomed with more affection for her.

  Cupping her nape, he brought her lips to his. A moment before he kissed her, he said, “Me too.”

  God, Vivian hadn’t had so much fun in a long time. Since…the airport closet.

  She bit into Alix’s shoulder as he fucked her so deep she thought she’d lose her damn mind. Passion was a ring of fire closing in on her, and she was prepared to be scorched—she only wanted his long cock buried in her.

  She rocked against his thrusts, taking him to the hilt, her bones melting as her orgasm built. His thick muscles coiled, a flexing, protective wall she never wanted to escape. Their kiss spiraled on for endless moments, and then he clamped his fingers over her hard nipple.

  He rolled her hard bud between thumb and forefinger until the sweet ache in her core turned sharp.

  “Make me come, Alix!”

  With a growl, he churned his hips faster, dragging her down his shaft as he plunged in. A shiver began, from him or herself. Maybe both.

  She held onto him as he pistoned his hips like an exotic dancer. Seeing him react to her like this shot her to the pinnacle.

  Her lips opened but no cry sounded as she came a second time.

  “Fuuuuck!” He jerked his hips, slammed home…and the heat of his cum hit her pussy.

  She rode the high of her orgasm while he gave a masculine grunt and then a long, hot growl. Latching onto him, she held him close. He panted next to her ear, and his balls brushed her ass as he shoved deep on the last of his release.

  Seconds passed and neither moved.

  She realized they’d been through a lot today—together. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it all, but between his magical massage, his hot mouth on her pussy, a fingering that would play a feature role in her fantasies from this point forward…and then coming on his cock…left her boneless.

  He started to move off her, but she held him in place. A soft noise broke from his chest, and he dropped his head to her neck again. They remained still for another minute, and not for one second did the man’s cock soften.

  When she twisted her head, he lifted his. Their gazes caught and held. None of the strain of after-sex hovered between them.

  He brushed that lock of hair out of her eye. “You really should get some hairspray, Valentine.”

  She issued a throaty laugh. “Why?”

  His eyes smoldered as he looked at her face. “Because it’s what started it all in the airport. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

  “I could have told you no.”

  Amusement tipped his lips. “But you didn’t.”

  “No.”

  “And you begged me a bit ago.”

  “I did not beg!” She shoved against his chest, and he lifted himself off her. Looking at his gorgeous, hot body, any woman would beg and have no remorse about such a weakness.

  “Do I have to beg you to stay the night?” She stood, not trying to hide herself from his appreciative stare.

  He dipped his gaze over her curves. “No,” he said softly.

  “Good. Come to my bed, Alix. That’s where I want you.” Without a backward glance, she walked away, knowing he’d follow.

  Chapter Six

  Broshears’ impression that Vivian Valentine threw all caution to the wind was a hundred percent spot on.

  But in this case, it benefitted him a hell of a lot.

  At the door of her bedroom, he caught her against him, pulling her spine flush to his chest so she could feel his erection against the cleft of her sweet, round ass. Placing his mouth at her ear, he rumbled, “Don’t move if you know what’s good for you.”

  Her breath hitched, and she turned her head ever so slightly so his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “What will you do to me, Special Operative Broshears?”

  In a swift jerk, he whipped her to face him, grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he stared into her eyes. “You’ll get more pleasure than you can handle.”

  She burned at the challenge. “I’m up for it.”

  “You think so?” he taunted, dropping his attention to her full lips that were puffy from the intense kisses they shared.

  “Uh-huh. Question is…are you?” She twisted her wrist from his grip and settled her hand over his cock.

  A smile tugged at his mouth. “Pretty sure I can handle anything you have to give.”

  “Oh really?” For a small package, she had all the boldness of a military general.

  Slowly, she ran her palm up his cock, from base to tip. Then she dragged her fingertips down his entire length to cup his balls.

  He groaned at the caress. When she slipped a finger between his balls and stroked, his muscles locked.

  In a lightning quick move, he yanked her off her feet. She squealed as he took three steps to the bed and tossed her down, following her with his body. He trapped her to the mattress, locked beneath him and the turgid head of his cock at her slick folds.

  “Being bigger doesn’t mean you have more control than me.”

  He kissed her into silence, dipping his tongue into her mouth, swiping the interior with deep passes until she
gasped.

  He ripped free and gazed down at her. “I’m pretty sure you hold all the strings, honey. All you gotta do is flash those eyes at me and I’d follow you into any closet.”

  Her sexy smile plucked at his willpower, and he sank his cock head into her pussy.

  A rough gasp escaped her, and she locked her heels behind his ass, pulling him in another inch. He steeled his muscles and said a silent Hail Mary.

  A silent battle of wills waged for a long heartbeat. “You want my cock,” he said.

  “You want to fuck me,” she returned.

  “Guess we’re at a standstill.”

  “Whatever shall we do?” Her teasing tone brought another smile to his lips. He hadn’t smiled so much in years.

  He cocked a brow at her. “We both give in?”

  Applying her heels to his spine, she used her strong legs to tug him closer. Her smoldering heat enveloped more of his arousal, and they shared a moan. Perspiration beaded on his forehead with the effort to resist sinking into her.

  He didn’t know why it felt like a turning point between them—he wanted her to cave to him as much as he longed to give himself up to her. Crazy. Dangerous.

  Inevitable.

  She rasped her thumb over his jaw. “We both give in, Alix. I think we already know we can’t hold back.”

  Her admission vibrated deep into his soul. In one hard thrust, he filled her completely. His grunt muted her cry of bliss, and he began to churn his hips to a fast and furious pace that stole his breath and his mind.

  Under him, Vivian went wild, rocking and thrashing. Alternately kissing him and nipping at his lips, jaw and neck. When a shudder began in the depths of her pussy, he flipped her atop him and gave her the control.

  Her grin robbed him of air. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” He cupped her face and brought her down for a kiss as she began to rise and fall over his cock, fucking him with a thoroughness that had his balls clenching on the verge.

  The first brush of her lips shot him higher. Her tongue stole his mind. Her pussy gripping his length sucked the cum straight up from his balls.

  He came first. The shot burst from him, and he bucked fast. She quivered as if on the brink and then stifled a cry against his shoulder as her own waves hit.

  Three spurts and then four shot from him, and he experienced that deep, hollow, amazing ache of great sex. She collapsed atop him, panting.

  Lashing her to him, he regained his breath while coming to the realization that remaining inside a woman after sex was damn pleasant. Amazing, actually. He’d never been without a barrier, and if it hadn’t been for their first encounter, he would never have suggested they go without.

  Minutes ticked by and neither moved. Vivian’s soft skin seemed to sink into his by the moment as she grew more relaxed. His cock remained hard, though.

  The sheer intimacy of the moment became too much for him to process. He lifted her off him. She rolled into the covers and lay on her back with her eyes closed. He stared at her for a scudding heartbeat before he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After that, he headed to the kitchen for drinks. He located bottled water in her fridge and helped himself to two. Seeing Zack’s food and water bowls gave him a pang. Then he collected their clothes and phones from the living room.

  When he dumped the items at the foot of the bed and held out a water to her, she sat up and took it. Their gazes met.

  He never hung out after sex—ever. He never took a woman without a condom, didn’t come inside her, remain joined with her or stay afterward.

  Either Vivian was different or he’d lost his mind.

  “You don’t have to stay, Alix. I can see you want to leave.”

  “No. I’m staying. I want to be here when you get the next call about Zack.”

  She drank some water and climbed out of bed to walk to the bathroom. “I’ll check my phone in a minute.”

  He pulled on his boxers and sank to the edge of the mattress. One glance at her bedroom showed a different side of Vivian than what he normally saw. Her furnishings were simple in design, but the items chosen for the space revealed that deep down, she was girly.

  Girly as hell.

  Through the open closet door, he spotted more than one long dress and a row of high heels lined at the bottom. Her dresser held a metal object holding bracelets and necklaces. He couldn’t picture her wearing any of this and sat stunned, wondering if he really knew her at all.

  Knew her at all? Hell, Broshears, are you actually analyzing your relationship with this woman? Because there isn’t one—it’s sex.

  Insanely hot sex that he wanted again. And again.

  He threw a look at the closed bathroom door, leaned over and peeked into her nightstand drawer.

  A paperback thriller, a bottle of prescription pills and a phone charger. No sign of a vibrator or batteries, but she might keep that in with her lacy underthings the way some women did.

  When Vivian emerged from the bathroom, he just finished searching the name of the pills in her drawer and found them to be for migraines.

  He saw her wrapped in a terrycloth robe with a frill at the cuffs and couldn’t help but smile.

  “You laughing at me, Broshears?” Her curves, padded in thick cotton, twitched toward him.

  “No. I’ve never seen this side of you.”

  To his surprise, she walked right up to him, removed the phone from his hand and tossed it onto the bed so she could wedge herself between his legs.

  Fuck, the woman kept surprising him. With white cotton between him and her warm skin, he settled his hands on her waist and tipped his head to look up at her.

  “Exactly how tall are you, Vivian?”

  She cuffed him in the ear. “Don’t you know you never ask a woman her height?”

  Laughing at the light slap she delivered, he said, “I thought that was weight.”

  “It’s both. And I’m five feet. Six feet in my soul.”

  He pulled her down on his knees. She slipped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. The scent of fabric softener flooded him, and he cuddled her closer. They sat in that pose for too long for it to be only sex.

  It scared the hell out of him. If Penn discovered he was here in bed with her, he’d have his ass chewed at the very least—at worst, a suspension from the Xtreme Ops team. He’d blurred the lines between helping Vivian after her dog took a hit for him and fulfilling his own needs.

  Damn if he could think about leaving her alone for the night. She’d lie awake waiting for the vet’s office to call. She’d worry over her ‘aunt’ and her role in the woman’s arrest.

  He inhaled her fresh cottony woman scent. If he parted her robe, he’d smell himself on her, and that had him fucking aching all over again.

  She remained in his arms, and he couldn’t tear himself away either. He’d seen fellow military officers becoming addicted to a certain woman in port or on leave. Some threw everything out the window to continue the affair, but he wasn’t one of them. If it came down to his work or Vivian…

  He stared at the white robe in front of his face. A hint of skin broke through the gap.

  Edging a finger inside, he caressed her silky flesh. She stirred in his arms. “Do you ever get enough, Alix?”

  “Not of you.” He whipped her into bed and crushed her to his side, trying not to think that he actually was becoming one of those men he knew.

  As he battled his own conscience along with a misogynistic urge to find out if she gave blowjobs and did anal, she ran her fingers through his hair. The soothing touch left him with other feelings he couldn’t process—like the fact he wanted to sleep with her clutched against him and wake to her beautiful cognac-colored eyes.

  Fuck—this may be his most dangerous mission yet.

  Vivian was just dozing off when Alix’s phone buzzed several times in a row.

  He shot her a look. “Sorry. I’ll silence it.”

  “It’s okay.” She flipped onto one hip to study him as his thumb
s flew over the screen.

  He read something that made him groan. Examining him up close, she noted how coarse and black his beard stubble was against his tan jaw. For that matter, she noted the angles of his jaw were like blades.

  His mouth pursed at something else he didn’t like on the phone.

  “Annoying emails?” she asked.

  He threw her a look, arched brow included. “Yeah, too many of them.”

  She sighed. “My dad used to send me so many separate emails it would drive me crazy. A separate thought in each one.”

  He shifted his focus to her. “Maybe he wanted to have an excuse to talk to you more.”

  That left her with a soft smile. “I like that.”

  “I’ll delete all these later. Damn reporters don’t know when to quit.”

  After setting aside his phone, he drew her into his side with an arm locked around her.

  “What do reporters want from you?” she couldn’t help but ask.

  “Did I say reporters?” He scrubbed his free hand over his face.

  “You did.”

  “It’s bullshit about a past mission that got leaked to the public. I told them I don’t want to talk.”

  She grew sleepy next to his big, warm body but wanted to stay awake for the next vet call too. Maybe she should take advantage of Alix while she had the chance.

  She pattered her fingers down his chest, exploring the cut of muscle and the disk of his nipple set into his hard pec. Continuing on, she touched on the ridges of his abs all the way down to his Adonis’s belt of muscle that rode his hips.

  A glance up at his face showed him watching her with an intensity, she couldn’t deny thrilled her. Tonight she’d learned a lot about him—and herself. She’d thrown herself at him with abandon and had no regrets chasing her in the rearview mirror. He was a great lover. Besides, being with him kept her mind off Geri and Zack.

  “I don’t know if I like the look on your face, Vivian.”

  She smiled. “What look?”

  “The one that says you’re about to do something you shouldn’t. Like I’ve seen you do plenty of times.”