by Harley Stone
“And you have impressive comebacks,” I said to his back.
“Sorry,” Kim said. “He’s kind of a douche.”
“Why are you apologizing? That’s definitely not on you. Besides, I’ve dealt with his kind before.”
And, I was a little bit of a hypocrite, because I led Kim away from the crowd so I could pump her for information on Eagle and hopefully get him to disobey my brother’s orders and fuck me.
Eagle
RESISTING TEMPTATION AND retiring to my room had been the right thing to do. I was on the drunk side of buzzed and enjoying Naomi’s company a little too much when Havoc and Wasp invited themselves to our table, interrupting our game. Their presence had been unwelcome, but truth be told, they probably saved me from doing something stupid like sampling Naomi’s sweet, plump lips or throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her fine ass upstairs.
Both of those thoughts had crossed my mind.
Naomi was a knockout, but listening to her talk was what had really done me in. She was smart as fuck, and her sense of humor was dry and sarcastic. She drank whiskey straight, swore like a sailor, knew how to ride, and had talked to me for a good hour about rifles.
I hadn’t talked to a woman like that in… four years.
That staggering thought sobered me right up. I’d connected with Naomi on a level I didn’t allow myself to connect with anyone anymore, and now that I thought about it, it felt a lot like cheating on Genie. Fucking other women hadn’t felt like cheating, but this… Companionship was so much more than sex. Guilt guided my hand to the glass on my nightstand. I threw back another drink, letting it burn all the way down, hoping it would numb me.
My thoughts drifted to the pool table as I wondered what the trio I’d left behind was up to. Wasp was probably still flirting with Naomi. I swear, flirting was the motherfucker’s default, and he couldn’t seem to help himself. Every time he high-fived or bumped into her, I wanted to bust my pool cue over his head. I’d had to keep myself in check, and judging by the way he smirked at me, the asshole knew it. Naomi didn’t seem taken by his bullshit one bit, though. Her gaze, heated by the whiskey we were downing, kept locking with mine.
I knew exactly what Naomi wanted. She’d been dropping hints since before she climbed onto the back of my bike. Those gorgeous big brown eyes kept pulling me in and holding me captive, making me fantasize about what they’d look like staring up at me while my cock was in her mouth. While they were rolled back in ecstasy as I buried myself deep inside her and she screamed out my name.
I’d taken the steps two at a time to get away from her, shutting myself in my room. I should have locked the door and dragged my bed in front of it, but I didn’t. Deep down, I was hoping she’d come… that she’d find me the same way her gaze had been finding me all goddamn night. The thought had me stroking myself as I undressed and sprawled out across my bed. I’d gotten myself all worked up by the time a knock sounded on my door. People didn’t knock on my door unless I was expecting them. I glanced at my phone to see if I’d missed a call or a text from one of my brothers, but there was nothing.
It has to be her.
My heart raced at the thought. If it was Naomi, it sure as hell hadn’t taken her long to find me.
The knock sounded again.
I sat up, flicked the blanket over the lower half of my body, and called out, “Come in.”
The door swung open and the gorgeous blonde I’d been both hoping for and fearing poked her head in. “Hey.” Her gaze went straight to my bare chest and arms, and her eyes darkened. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Like I could sleep knowing she was downstairs, so fucking close yet completely out of my reach. “No ma’am.” Even if I had been asleep, I’d welcome a wakeup call from her fine ass.
“I know I shouldn’t be here, but…” She glanced over her shoulder. The party was still going strong downstairs, but she must have heard someone approaching because she slipped in and closed the door behind her.
The sounds of the party now muted, she leaned against the door and drained the last of the whiskey in her glass. “I don’t usually do this.” She winced. “God, that sounds so lame.”
She was fucking gorgeous standing there with her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling with deep, shuddering breaths. Her being in my room while I was naked felt like a violation of Link’s trust, but Naomi and I were two consenting adults and I was one of the few prospects who had a job and paid rent. I barely knew Link, and I didn’t owe him shit. Besides, I’d already done the right thing once tonight by walking away from her, and that damn near put me into sainthood. No way was I resisting her again.
“Wanna come sit down?” I patted the bed next to me, conveniently the only seat in the room.
She stared at me for a beat, as if considering my offer, before pushing away from the door. Striding toward me, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugged it over her head, and tossed it aside. “I’m not here to sit, Eagle.”
A pink lacy bra drew my attention to big, round tits that begged to be held and fondled. Her stomach tapered into a narrow waistline before flaring out into tempting hips I’d love to grip as I plowed into her from behind.
“Thank fuck. I hope you’re not here to talk, either.” We’d talked plenty already. Now, I needed more. I needed to see what was hiding under her jeans and bra. I needed to taste her sweetness and hear the sounds she made right before she came.
Her breath hitched as she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, revealing a scrap of pink lace that matched her bra. Holy shit, her body was perfect. Muscular, defined, soft and hard in all the right places. She stepped out of her jeans and leaned against the bed, her eyes twinkling. “Why? Do you have something more fun in mind?”
Did I ever. I hooked a finger in the front of her bra and pulled her toward me until her lips landed on mine. Off balance, she wobbled, but I wrapped my other arm around her and dragged her onto the bed on top of me. Her lips met mine. Running my tongue over the seam, I silently requested entry. Her lips opened on a gasp, and I slipped my tongue inside.
Naomi tasted like honey bourbon, sweet but strong. I knew she’d knock me off my ass if I sampled too much of her, but I couldn’t resist. As I deepened our kiss, my fingers worked on her bra clasp. It popped open and I slid the straps down her arms, caressing her as I went, and then tossed her bra aside. Her bare tits press against my chest, and the contact drove me wild. She moaned into my mouth and I slid my hands down to her panties and tugged them off. She wiggled free and her hand slipped under the blanket to wrap around my shaft.
On top of me, with her hand pumping my cock, she’d taken control so quickly I hardly knew what happened. I’d suspected it would be like this with her—a power struggle—but it was still so damn exhilarating I wanted to laugh. There was no way I’d let her ass be on top. At least, not until I showed her who was boss. “I don’t ride bitch, remember?” I asked, flipping us over.
Her eyes widened in surprise and her hand released me as she landed on her back with me covering her. The blankets had gotten all tangled between us, so I kicked them away until it was just Naomi, naked against the white sheet.
Naomi reached for my cock again, but I pulled away, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. Holding her still, I raised up far enough to look her over. Chest heaving, gaze heated, lips parted, she was everything I thought she’d be and more. She was perfect.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed and she tried to yank her hands free, but I held firm. “Release me, and I’ll show you what a fucking sweetheart I can be, asshole.”
She was like a wildcat held by the tail. If I released her, she’d either bolt or turn on me. “Not a chance in hell. You came into my room. I’m driving. And I’m gonna enjoy the hell out of this.”
She bucked her hips and tried to wiggle free, giving me a fantastic show of her bouncing tits. “Oh my God, do you ever shut up? I’m gonna n
eed you to quit yappin’ and do your fuckin’ job, Marine.”
That mouth. I couldn’t decide whether to shove my cock or my tongue into it. “With pleasure. I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“Yet you’re still talk—”
I took her mouth before she could finish the sentence. Keeping her hands above her head with one hand, my other explored her breasts while our tongues fought their own little battle for dominance. No doubt she’d fight me every step of the way, and I was so eager for the struggle I could hardly contain myself.
Releasing her hands, I drifted down her body, peppering kisses across her flesh along the way. Sucking one pink nipple into my mouth I squeezed and plucked at the other. Naomi writhed beneath me, her freed hands rubbing up my sides and back as she went insane with lust.
“Eagle, I need…”
“What?” I asked. “What do you need?”
“More.” She bucked her hips again, trying to rub herself against me.
I pulled back like the asshole I was, depriving her. “I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready. Suck it up and lean with the curves. You’re riding bitch now, remember?”
“You are an asshole,” she said with a snicker.
Wondering who Naomi had been talking to, I grazed her nipple with my teeth. “You knew this, yet you came knocking anyway. Why?”
“Less talking, more fucking.”
She was still trying to drive. I pinned her hands over her head again and pulled back, watching her. Time to remind her who was in charge.
“Please,” she whispered.
Her begging made my dick ache to respond, but I wanted to drive her crazy first. I wanted to own her. To control her. Grabbing my belt, I used it to secure her hands to my headboard. She struggled against her restraints as I kissed my way down her body. Gripping her thighs, I spread them apart and ran my tongue over her swollen folds.
“Holy shit,” Naomi breathed, her body immediately going still.
Sweet wetness spilled from her entrance and I lapped it up, drawing another curse from her before focusing on her clit. Sliding her feet up under her, she angled herself closer to my mouth.
“More,” she moaned. “I need your fingers while you do that.”
I’d never been with a woman so unafraid to direct me to what she wanted. What she needed. Naomi was in this for her own pleasure, and that was fucking hot. If I gave her free reign, she’d probably sit on my face or ride my cock. She was determined to come, and she’d use me how she saw fit. I couldn’t wait to drive her over the edge and see what happened when she completely lost control. Continuing to lick her clit, I gave in to her demand and slid a finger into her wet pussy.
She groaned, grinding against me, desperate for friction. “More.”
I added a second finger. She was so wet her juices dripped down my hand. I curved my fingers, pressing against her G-spot as I flicked, sucked, and nipped at her folds. My teeth scraped against her nub while my fingers squeezed inside her and she exploded, crying out as she came. I continued to play inside her throughout her orgasm before removing my fingers and lapping up her juices. The sweet taste of her mingled with the whiskey on my tongue, tasting like heaven.
Inspired, I patted her on the ass and told her to raise up. She flexed her hips toward the ceiling, giving me an excellent view of her pussy. Grabbing my glass, I sloshed some Jack inside her and quickly slurped it up. Yes. Heaven. I shared my treat by kissing her deep, so she could taste her own whiskey-flavored honey.
I’d been trying to drive her crazy, but my plan was backfiring. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Needing to be inside her to get some relief, I released her hands and said, “Turn over.”
While Naomi rolled onto her stomach, I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and wrapped up before angling her hips right where I wanted them. Her pussy was still soaking wet. Paired with her round, pale ass in the air, it was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up at her entrance and smacked her ass hard. She let out a moan as a red handprint formed on her cheek.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.
She nodded. “God, yes. Do it again.”
I smacked her ass until both cheeks were rosy red, and she was begging me for more. Then I grabbed her hips and jerked them toward me as I drove into her. She gasped and dropped her head, taking me all in. Her tight cunt squeezed around me, making me hiss out my own curse. Releasing her hips, I reached up to palm her breasts and marveled at the way they spilled out over my hands. Squeezing gently, I used them to anchor myself while I pulled out and drove back into her.
“More. Faster,” she breathed, arching her back to take me in deeper.
She liked it rough. Good. I tweaked her nipples, then gripped her hip with one hand while my other one found her swollen nub. Rolling it between my thumb and finger, I picked up the pace, driving into her the way she wanted it. The way we both wanted it.
“Yes. God, yes.” She dropped her head to the mattress, giving me a better angle.
This time, she didn’t come quickly or easily. I had to work at it, alternating between smacking her ass, playing with her breasts, fingering her clit, and pulling her hair. The challenge drove me. I kept changing the angle, searching for that spot that would make her lose her mind. She was a lively one, chasing her orgasm like she’d never get another. One leg went over my shoulder, the other in front of my knee. She arched her back and rubbed her clit, squeezing her channel around me as I fucked her. Barely hanging onto my own release, I rode her like I was a dying man and she was my last lay.
When she finally went over the edge, she took me with her. I came so hard I’m surprised I didn’t shoot the top of the condom clean off. Sweaty, breathing heavily, we both collapsed on the bed. Between the whiskey and the marathon sex, the room was spinning. I needed a moment to collect myself and process what had just happened.
This was no ordinary fuck. It was… different. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. She was different.
Before I could figure out why, Naomi slid out from under me. The little wildcat had somehow slipped free of the belt I’d bound her wrists with. Wobbling slightly, hair and eyes wild, she stood and gave me a satisfied smile. “Thanks, Marine. I needed that.” She stepped into her panties and jeans, pulling them both up at once.
Shocked, I sat up. “What are you doing?”
She buttoned her jeans and grabbed her bra, giving me a blank look as she slid the straps over her shoulders. “Dressing?”
Right. Which was exactly what she should be doing. We were done. It was time for her to leave.
So, why didn’t I want her to?
She tugged her shirt over her head, covering up all that perfection, and gave me one last smile as she bent to tug on her boots. “See ya ’round,” she said, before turning and walking out my door.
As I watched her sexy ass sway, I felt a strange sense of loss. I had to fight the urge to ask her to wait and at least give me a minute to figure shit out. And after she closed the door, I realized that for the first time in years, I’d fucked someone without thinking about Genie. Not even once. More guilt flooded me, making me feel like shit.
No matter how great it felt, being with Naomi was wrong. She was active duty and she’d be heading back to Cannon soon. Casual sex was fine, but this thing between us was far more than that. I didn’t want any relationship—not now, possibly not ever—but especially not one with a fucking Pedro.
Resolving to ignore the draw I felt and stay away from Naomi for the rest of her visit, I slipped out early the next morning and crashed on a coworker’s couch until Tuesday when I knew she’d be gone.
Yeah, she’d cut and run after we’d fucked, but I was the cowardly asshole who stayed away until I knew she was gone so I wouldn’t have to face that temptation again.
Naomi
Two Months Ago
“TELL ME ABOUT your brother’s fiancée,” Monica said as she sat on my bed and crossed her legs. She had come over under the pre
tense of helping me pack, but she’d been doing nothing but firing off questions since she arrived. She couldn’t believe Link was marrying a woman he’d only known for a few months. Hell, I couldn’t believe it either. My brother was usually pretty level-headed, and I didn’t think he’d ever had a relationship that lasted longer than a week.
“Not much to tell,” I replied, rolling up a pair of jeans so they wouldn’t get wrinkled. “It’s not like I know her or anything. We spoke on the phone once, and that’s it. Her name’s Emily. She’s a lawyer and she helped get Link’s buddy, Havoc, out of jail.”
“Havoc?” Monica asked. “I remember you talking about him when you came home last time. Is that the big black dude or the blond flirt?”
“Look at you, all paying attention to my tales from home.”
“Please, girl, your stories about the club are reality show worthy. I live for this shit.”
I stuffed the jeans into my backpack and eyed the dress hanging on my closet door. “Havoc’s the big black dude. He caught a rapist in the act and beat the shit out of the bastard, as in landed him in intensive care, resulting in an attempted murder charge. Among other charges.”
“First of all, shout out to the brotha for laying out the sleaze, but holy shit, why don’t I know this? You know I live for the goods, Nae, and here you are, holding out on me. As your best friend I should know any and all information pertaining to you, your family, and your brother’s merry band of hot and sexy bikers.”
I rolled up a shirt and stuffed it in my bag. “I must have missed that part of the contract. Anyway, Link emailed me about it last month when you and I were both deployed. I forgot to mention it when we got home.”
Monica studied me for a moment but didn’t reply. Normally she’d call me out on such a weak excuse, but my last deployment had been the roughest of my career. She knew it was bothering me, and my lack of willingness to talk about it had driven her to questioning everyone else on my crew. If this pilot gig didn’t work out for her, Monica would make a bomb-ass intelligence gatherer for the CIA. Information was her currency.