Bad Men

by Stone, Piper

  Every sizzle of the live wire dancing between us became more intense, the connection creating explosions in my body. “I’m nobody, Jack. Nothing special.”

  His chuckle was as dark as the aura surrounding him. “That’s where you’re wrong, lady. You bring out the beast from deep within. You have no idea the filthy things I plan on doing to you.”

  There was no question, no stopping his utter dominance even if I wanted to, yet I hated myself for the lust nearly consuming every inch of me. I was disgusted that my body betrayed me with a man so pompous that there was little to like or tolerate.

  But I hungered to the point of dizziness.

  He brushed the backs of his fingers down my arm as he pressed kisses against my neck. As he dragged his tongue up to my jaw, darting the tip back and forth, my knees almost buckled. I was only vaguely aware that he’d slipped first one dress strap then the other down my arms, easing back long enough to allow gravity to take my dress to the floor.

  An audible shudder rushed up from my throat as he rolled his knuckles along my spine. With every touch, I was driven into another plane, unable to rationalize anything that was happening between us.

  Jack shifted his hips back and forth, the friction driving me crazy. With every brush of his fingertips, every time his hot breath skipped across my skin, my pussy tightened then released. Stars floated in front of my eyes as he danced his fingers over my shoulders, sliding them oh-so slowly to my breasts. Every action remained gentle, an exploration.

  I knew I was holding my breath, the entire experience joyful even though the sadness remained. I wanted this man. I craved his roughness and domination. I hungered for his insolence and attitude. A laugh bubbled to the surface as he pinched my hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers. The pain was maddening, leaving me lightheaded, my toes curling.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. He blew across my neck then bit down, forcing another scattered whimper to surface.

  “This isn’t… We shouldn’t.” I wasn’t certain I’d even muttered the words.

  “Yes, we should.” There was no holding him back. He became more forceful in his actions, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers down my stomach, looping his fingers around the edge of my panties.

  I kept my grip on the edge of the counter as he rolled the thin material past my hips. Everything remained foggy, my thoughts drifting to places of sheer pleasure and nothing else. All I could hear was the hard hammering of my heart as he forced me to step out of the underwear. I couldn’t believe I was completely naked in front of him or that it didn’t bother me in the least.

  Jack eased his hand over my shoulder, pressing his fingers into my skin and forcing me as close to him as possible. As he wrapped his other hand around my hip, sliding his fingers along my tummy to the soft skin above my pussy, my body tensed.

  The second he slipped two fingers into my wetness, I let out a ragged moan. He held me in place as he swirled his fingertips around my clit, taking his time.

  Shaking, I finally let go of the counter, shifting my hands to his legs, digging my fingers into his pants.

  There was no way of knowing how long he toyed with me, bringing me so close to an orgasm. I could no longer see, spots forming in front of my eyes as my ears rang.

  “That’s it, my naughty doctor. Do you want to come?” he asked brusquely, nipping my ear.

  “Yes. Yes… Yes!” I realized I’d opened my legs wider, longing to have his fingers plunging deep inside of me.

  He drove his fingers down the length of my pussy before thrusting them inside, immediately flexing them open. “Such a bad girl.”

  I was thrown into absolute bliss, clinging to him as the sensations became powerful. Every cell and muscle was on fire, nerve endings seared from the white-hot flame. As he plunged harder and faster, his guttural sounds fueling the electricity, I was forced to take shallow breaths. I wrapped my leg around his, my head lolled against his chest as he finger-fucked me. There was no sight or sound, no concept of time, just the here and now of extreme pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Come for me. Come on my fingers,” he whispered.

  My muscles strained, clamping around the intense invasion and the second he curled his fingers, I shot up onto my tiptoes. “Oh, God. Oh. Oh… Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh…” A climax rushed into me, shooting straight up my legs, erupting deep inside. I wiggled against him, yearning to have his cock driving deep into my core.

  As the single orgasm became a second, then a giant wave, I was thrust into a moment of raw ecstasy. Only when I stopped shaking did he remove his fingers, allowing me to hear the exaggerated sound as he slipped them into his mouth, savoring my flavor.

  I struggled to breathe, every part of me continuing to tremble.

  “So delicious. Sweet. Tangy.” He turned me to face him, cupping both sides of my face. The curl on his upper lip only added to his rugged persona, a man who always took what he wanted. Every movement deliberate, he lowered his head until he was able to capture my mouth, keeping me in position as he explored the dark recesses with his tongue.

  My hunger only increasing, I yanked his shirt until I was able to slide my hands underneath. When I eased them around to his back, I felt the impression of his weapon, stopping short.

  Without breaking the kiss, he tugged his gun from behind him, stretching out until he was able to place it on the counter a few feet away. For some reason, I was more comforted by the fact he had a weapon than before. He shoved me against the countertop as he broke the intimate moment, taking several deep breaths before nipping my lower lip.

  A raspy growl permeated the room as I reached for his belt, tingling all over from the feeling of the leather dancing against my fingers. When I finally lowered his zipper, peeling away both sides and reaching my hand inside, I could tell his patience was finished.

  Jack jerked his pants out of the way, freeing his cock and the moment I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he tossed his head back with a scattered roar. The sound was evocative, wrapping around me like a thick blanket.

  He slowly lowered his head, the look in his eyes completely different, more out of control in his desire for domination. He was going to devour every inch of me. His actions more brutal, he forced me onto the counter, keeping my bottom on the very edge. Pushing my legs up and out, he gave me an authoritative look. “Stick my cock inside that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

  My lower lip quivering, I dared not disobey him, pushing the tip past my swollen and dripping folds. I was wet and hot all over, my heart racing.

  His eyes never left me as I positioned his cockhead, his expression one of a savage beast. Leaning over and planting his hands on either side of me, he gave me one barbaric smile before thrusting the entire length of his cock inside.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!” My pussy muscles ached as they stretched wide open, trying to accept his massive size. I arched my back, wrapping my legs around him as he rolled onto the balls of his feet. He used the power of his thighs to drive into me, plunging like a crazed man.

  “So tight,” he managed, his breath skipping.

  I gripped his shoulders, trying to keep my legs wide open as he fucked me, plunging in a manic series of motions. Harder. Faster. It felt like every portion of my body had exploded into tiny molecules, every one of them morphing and expanding. I could no longer feel my fingers or toes and the second he yanked me into his arms, I was tossed into another moment of bliss.

  A wry smile curled on his face as he turned, walking several paces then slamming me against the wall. I scrambled to hold on, wrapping my legs around him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

  Even in the dim lighting, I could see the twinkle in his eyes as he drove into me, pushing me up several inches. He pulled out almost all the way, repeating the move, the hard thudding sound floating around us. As he continued, I fell into the rhythm, moaning in time to his savage thrusts.

  He powered into me like a crazed animal, his hips swiveling and his muscles strain
ing. The veins of his neck even bulged as he tossed his head back and forth, beads of sweat dripping down from both sides of his forehead.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he fucked me, no longer certain of anything I thought I’d wanted. Only this man had been able to take away the fear, even though both were everything I’d ever hoped for. Within seconds, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, my breath skipping as a climax threatened to rear its ugly head.

  All time seemed to stand still as he pumped deep inside, but I knew there was more. He pulled me into his arms once again, swinging me around as I clawed to keep myself steady. I dug my knees into his sides as he walked toward the small table. His smile remained, now barely illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the open drapes.

  As he lowered his head, dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth, I rubbed the back of my fingers across his cheek. When he raised his head, he held me in the same position, both of us still breathing heavily, the shadows playing tricks on the contours of his face. Even with the extensive darkness, I tried desperately to search his soul once again.

  Maybe I was wrong, just a stupid girl who’d fallen into the trap of caring about the men who’d saved her from a fate worse than death, but I felt closer to Jack. I could almost feel him opening up, sharing with me whatever had occurred in his past. A part of me wanted nothing more. Dare I believe this was more than just fulfilling our lust-filled fantasies?

  He curled his fingers around my neck then lowered me down, holding me a few inches above the table. Using his other arm, he swung it across the surface, tossing the remainder of the items onto the floor. He remained over me, hovering like a protective beast before taking my legs into his arms, yanking me to the edge of the table.

  This time, he slid into my pussy inch by inch, his chest rising and falling until he was finally seated inside. He rolled his hips as he pumped into me, his eyes never leaving my face. There was something even more seductive about the way he fucked me in the darkness, the world around us quieter than I would have imagined.

  He lowered down until his lips were only inches from mine, the husky sound of his heavy breathing only adding fuel to the fire. I pressed my hands against his chest, allowing myself to let go, the sensations too great.

  Another dark and delicious chuckle erupted from his throat as he moved slightly closer. “Come for me. Come on my cock this time.” His whisper was hoarse, as if he was holding back.

  A slight whimper left my mouth as my body reacted. The moment the orgasm raced up from my toes, I pushed up from the table, gasping for air until he crushed his mouth over mine. As he dominated my tongue, moving back and forth roughly, my muscles clenched then released several times. As his body began to shake, I could tell he was close to coming. I wanted this to last. I craved holding him this way for hours on end.

  But I was unable to hold back, another climax sweeping over me as the electricity between us surged. I could feel the moment he exploded into me, the rush of his seed euphoric.

  He held the position, his tongue moving against mine, the weight of his body crushing down. I was breathless, a flash of vivid colors splashing across my periphery of vision.

  Jack exhaled long and hard when he lifted his head, easing first one leg down then the other. As he backed away, I could feel him shutting down, much like I knew I’d have to do. This wasn’t good for either of us. He rubbed his fingers across my leg then turned away. When he stiffened, I knew instantly why.

  “I came to relieve you,” Diego stated dryly. There was absolutely no emotion in his voice, no inflection of any kind.

  Yet I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was pissed, furious that we would dare do anything behind his back.

  I tumbled off the table, rushing into the kitchen to collect my things, but not before I heard their heated exchange.

  “She doesn’t belong to you, Rivers,” Diego hissed.

  “No, she doesn’t. And she won’t. Don’t worry, Diego. It’s your turn, but…”

  While Jack’s last words faded out as he walked down the hallway, I knew what the hell he was getting at. My God. Why was I being such a damn fool? I’d read about these kinds of mental breakdowns while in medical school. I was a trained medical specialist and I’d fallen into a ridiculous trap made in my own mind. God. At least I knew the truth from Jack’s perspective.

  I couldn’t help but begin to shake. I’d been right the first go-around. What we’d shared had been about physical attraction only. Jack had reacted based on walking into the bathroom then hearing my ridiculous cries of woe is me. We were fuck buddies to pass the time. That was just fine with me. Enjoy the moment then let it go.

  While I couldn’t look into Diego’s eyes as I walked by, I could feel his anger reverberating in the dense space. But as I walked further into the darkness, I did hear his words in Spanish.

  “Me perteneces.”

  You belong to me…

  Chapter 12

  Jack

  Darkness.

  I refused to allow the dark shadows of my mind to take prisoners tonight, pulling me into the depths of despair. I laughed at the thought as I returned to the balcony, searching the streets below as I’d done before.

  It would be dark soon enough, the only time I’d feel comfortable allowing us to venture the streets for supplies.

  Money.

  Our lack of funds could become an issue, especially since our provisions remained low. Granted, a compromise had been required, but I was used to operations that ran smoothly, the money flowing. While this was meant to be in and out in less than forty-eight hours, we should have been advised as to the rest of the story, given ample supplies. If only the second bag of ammunition hadn’t been burned up in the fire. Hissing, I hated the fact so many mistakes had been made. We’d been far too certain of our abilities, cocky as fuck.

  That had already cost us precious time as well as supplies. I feared it would cost us our lives.

  The missing pieces were starting to become troublesome, like some damn puzzle we were required to figure out on our own. We’d grilled her to a point, but there was nothing concrete in what she’d told us to raise any additional red flags. Unless we could talk with Dante or find a secure computer system, we were shit out of luck in finding anything that would shed a light on what was really going on.

  But the nagging remained furrowing in the back of my mind. I was positive her father had some dark and ugly secret in the darkened corners of his world.

  Now we had little in which to purchase necessities, including ammunition if required. From here on out, we were doing this by the book.

  The light breeze was welcome, the various odors of nearby restaurants and food stands almost appealing. I’d already spent a significant amount of time studying what I could see, noting the level of traffic as well as the pedestrians walking the streets. With different clothes and Lindsey’s altered appearance, we should have no trouble blending in.

  Just the thought of the change in her ripped at my gut. My God, she was almost identical to Teresa, the resemblance extraordinary. I’d lost my control the night before, comforting Lindsey when I should have been standing guard. Shit, maybe I was still pissed at the way Diego continued to look at her, the hunger increasing every freaking hour. I rubbed my face, the late afternoon sun sweltering. While the building was air-conditioned, it certainly couldn’t keep up with the extreme weather conditions of this particular heatwave.

  Both Diego and Lindsey had retreated to their rooms, the silence we’d shared for the majority of the day interminable.

  At least we’d agreed to wait until early evening to leave the apartment. Hell, we certainly had no particular timetable, even if supplies would be needed. I’d been prepared to combat a sea of soldiers storming the streets, much like I’d experienced far too many times during my stint in Iraq. Detecting nothing certainly didn’t mean there wasn’t an army approaching.

  I heard the snap of an ammunition clip and turned sharply, pre
pared to fire.

  Diego half smiled before shaking his head. “Whoa, buddy. It’s just me. No one is going to get into this apartment, not with the two of us here.” He glanced at the open drapes, his gaze drifting toward the waning sun. “We should get going. The food rations I purchased are shit and I’m starving.”

  Hissing, I gave him a harsh glare. “What the hell are we going to do for money?”

  “Trade. Barter. We’ll think of something. We have enough for a couple of days. Maybe that’s all it’ll take,” he answered.

  The tension between us was palpable. I’d slept all of an hour the night before and wasn’t in the mood for another sparring round.

  “And you’re dreaming. We’re sitting ducks where we are. There isn’t a doubt in my mind,” I retorted.

  “Then you need to figure out what you’re going to do with the communications unit so we can make contact with Dante.” His words were even snarkier. “I sure as shit don’t want to hang around here either. I do have a life to get back to.”

  “The device is clean from what I can tell, but I do want to purchase a burner phone.”

  “A burner phone?” he huffed. “Is this some additional expertise you have that I don’t know about? You are a man of many surprises.”

  “My specialty was the coordination of deep reconnaissance in an effort to thwart the sabotage of American soldiers. In other words, I watched a hell of a lot of people die. As a side gig, I worked with surveillance, including the experimental but very powerful devices used by our enemies in order to keep track of our personal. Given the limited supplies of our unit, I was forced to compromise. A simple burner phone will come in handy.”

  “You mean you might resort to calling Dante on the phone, breaching protocol.”

  I shook my head, enjoying the limited breeze. “Let me guess. Last night pissed you off.”

  “I don’t think we need to talk about that. We’re going to stick to business. Remember, you and me ain’t friends.”

  Chuckling, I gave him a respectful nod. Hell, we couldn’t agree on almost anything.