Stalked

by Lisa Hughey

  Then she remembered the little bag of toiletries the hospital staff had given them. “What about the bag from the hospital?”

  “Please God. Yes!” Her bag was on the pillow where she’d tossed it before she called Hannah. Kita snatched it up and dug through cache of toothpaste, mouthwash, shampoo, and conditioner until she found the little wrapper.

  Triumphantly she held the packet between her fingers.

  Alex wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Tell me what you want.”

  He was leaving it up to her. She wanted him. Wanted his cock. Wanted him to fuck her into tomorrow.

  Actions speak louder than words. She ripped open the package.

  Hell, they were potentially exposed to a deadly toxin. They could start showing signs of illness as soon as twelve hours from now. She would never forgive herself, or him, if she didn’t take this moment.

  “I need you to say it.”

  “Fuck.” She rolled the condom over his engorged penis.

  “Fuck what?” he grated out. Clearly willing to stop if she put on the brakes.

  “Me.” Kita pushed against his hold, bearing down on his cock. “Fuck. Me.”

  With that final permission, he slammed her down on his cock so hard her swollen sex bumped up against his abdomen.

  The root of his cock hit her clit, sending a zing of pure lust through her.

  “Holy shit.” He split her in two, and made her whole.

  She grabbed his forearms and the muscles in his biceps bulged when he lifted her and slammed her back down again.

  He’d taken her at her word. This was no tender sweet sex. This was pure fucking. Lost in the intensity of their connection, he gripped her hips so hard she was going to have bruises, and a crazy thrill went through her.

  Alex shoved up inside her, the head of his cock massaged her G-spot with every thrust and slide until her head swam. It was supposed to be his turn but instead she was ramped up again and headed toward another orgasm.

  Her breasts bobbed in his face and he curled up and took a nipple into his hot mouth.

  It was too much, the pinch of his cock rubbing her clit with every thrust as if he wanted to slam inside her and have her hold him there.

  His face was strained, his muscles corded and his cock, dear God his cock just got bigger and bigger inside her. Her channel was full, spread wide. She felt exposed, open, vulnerable. And yet so fucking powerful.

  Until he bit on her nipple and shoved her over the edge, screaming.

  Her orgasm slammed into her as she went into a spinning freefall. Her sex spasmed around his cock in hard, powerful pulls, the contractions so intense her vision blacked. She shattered into a million pieces, so fragmented she could barely remember to breathe.

  But her orgasm triggered his, and with a loud roar he poured himself into her body. His cock banged against her walls as his come jetted so hard she swore to God she could feel the pulses hitting her cervix.

  Slick with sweat, she collapsed on top of him.

  His arms went around her back. Their groins still interlocked like perfect puzzle pieces, everything inside her buzzing, her body swimming in a tide of satisfaction. She buried her face in the curve of his neck.

  Their scents mingled together in a perfect perfume.

  And the tension she’d been carrying, since they found the envelope that had sent them into solitary confinement, eased. At least for now.

  He was still semi-hard inside her.

  And when he rocked his hips up, her insides began tingling again. That…that wasn’t possible. Yet with every little pulse of his hips, his pubic bone rubbed her clit and, unbelievably, sensations began to build again.

  Alex slipped his hands around to her ass, rubbing one finger long the deep valley between the cheeks while his cockhead rubbed at her swollen, over-stimulated G-spot. He pressed his finger just a little closer to that puckered rosette and pushed her over the edge again.

  Little tremors cascaded through her like a waterfall as the mini orgasm spread out through her body and fizzed in her brain.

  “Jesus, you’re a freaking sex god,” she muttered against his neck.

  His chest puffed, likely with pride. “When a job needs to be done…give it to the US Marshals.”

  She snorted. “You left out the ‘and you don’t know who to give it to’ part.”

  “Well clearly you already knew who to give the job to.”

  He lifted her arm. Kita let it hang limply, too wrecked to move, or protest. He shifted, angling his head, and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the small tattoo that decorated the inside of her arm.

  “What does this mean?”

  “It’s the symbol for strength in Chinese.”

  “Why?”

  She rubbed at her wrist, remembering the day it was broken. The day her mother had broken her.

  Chapter 12

  She’d wrecked him.

  Alex savored her weight on top of his body. They were still intertwined, and they’d have to move soon, but right now he’d take this intimacy. And that was a little weird because he shouldn’t feel this way. They barely knew each other.

  They didn’t agree on anything. Total opposites in every way that mattered.

  Except she’d turned him inside out. And turned him on in a sexy, spontaneous and unexpected manner.

  She rubbed her wrist again, and he pressed a line of kisses from her tattoo down her forearm. He clasped her wrist lightly and kissed the uneven bump, silently waiting for her explanation. He knew when not to push.

  She sighed.

  “Let’s just say my mother and I had a…difference of opinion.”

  Her mother? “About what?”

  “She was pissed I didn’t get in to Princeton. Or Yale. Or Harvard.”

  He frowned, tensed. Wasn’t sure how to proceed, which was unusual for him. “You said you broke it because you followed the rules.”

  “Yup.” She laughed but it was a bitter, subdued sound. “I took all the right classes, volunteered at all the right charities, played three instruments, spoke four languages, wrote killer essays, and it still wasn’t enough for me to get in to an Ivy League university.”

  “So where did you go?”

  “MIT.”

  Massachusetts Institute of Technology? “Hardly a slacker school.”

  “According to my mother—a half-Vietnamese, half Chinese Tiger mom long before the media became outraged by what they considered harsh demands on kids—the only schools that matter are the Ivies.” She held up her arm, stared at that knob, avoided his gaze. “She…beat the shit out of me.”

  His arms tightened around her. He’d disappointed his parents occasionally, especially when his brother had gotten hurt and he’d finally understood that rules were in place for a reason.

  He still hadn’t gotten over his brother’s injuries and the harm he’d done to Drew. And yet even on that day, Alex could never in a million years imagine them hitting him. “Jesus.” He wanted to shield her from future harm. “What about your dad?”

  She tensed on top of him. “He died when I was about twelve.”

  He squeezed her closer, wishing for an odd moment that he could take away her grief. “I’m sorry. So what did you do?”

  Because there was no way this tough, take-charge woman hadn’t taken action. She was a special brand of fearless.

  “Moved out once I got out of the hospital.” Kita pressed a kiss to his neck.

  “Where did you go?”

  “I moved in with Marsh and his mom.”

  “So that’s how you know the unofficial slogan of the marshals?”

  “Marsh Adams has been my friend for a long time.”

  “I’m glad he was there for you.” Alex thought of all the ways that things could have been worse. Her positions on life became clearer. “So that’s why you don’t like the rules?”

  “I’m sure a shrink would have a field day with me.”

  Silence lingered in the suddenly tense room. Because even thou
gh he could understand why she made her own rules, Alex followed the rules. He’d learned just the opposite. His brother had paid a terrible price because Alex hadn’t wanted to listen. He’d learned a valuable lesson. They would never agree on this subject.

  Could he make her understand?

  “When I was young, I disobeyed the rules at camp. My brother followed me into the river and almost drowned. He got swept away, hit the rocks, broke his arm in three places.”

  Alex thought back to that day. The shame he’d felt when they found out he’d been the one to go in the river. It had been so hot at camp and all he’d wanted to do was cool off his feet. Remorse was a constant companion.

  “Where were the counselors?”

  “They were getting our lunch.”

  “You do realize that they bore the biggest responsibility.”

  He remembered the fear, then the disappointment on his mother’s face. She’d given him the same lecture she always gave. Follow the rules so you stay safe. Yet, until the near tragedy happened, he really hadn’t understood. Her words finally had meaning. And Alex had vowed to never again break the rules. In fact, he tended to have rules in place for everything. Rules kept people safe. They worked. In his job and in life.

  “I disobeyed and people got hurt. If I’d listened, my brother would have been safe.”

  Kita snorted a breath against his neck. “Some rules are stupid.”

  He bristled.

  She did a push-up and disconnected their bodies. The loss of her heat let in the frigid air, the loss of her body keenly defined in the suddenly awkward room.

  He wanted to pull her back on top of him, reestablish that surprising intimacy. He wasn’t ready to let go of her yet. But the wish stuck in his throat. She sauntered to the adjoining bathroom with tension vibrating her body, her muscles delineated, until all that was left was the vision of Kita’s bare ass as she shut the bathroom door.

  The phone on the dresser rang, shaking Alex out of his odd musings.

  That was Kita’s phone. He launched himself at the phone. They needed to turn it off. But by the time he got to the dresser, her cell was silent again.

  Kita came barreling out of the bathroom still naked as the day she was born.

  Her pert breasts bounced as she lunged for her cell. “Give me that.”

  Her anxiety set off loud warning signals.

  “Who did you call earlier?” He held the phone high so that she couldn’t reach it.

  The air in the room cooled with her attitude. Her face closed up tighter than the security at the White House. “No one who has anything to do with this job.”

  “Everything has to do with this job,” he countered. He clenched his empty fingers into a fist balled at his side, and tried desperately to keep his gaze on her neck and above. But her stance was borderline combative and suddenly it was imperative that he know who she left that message for.

  “I am not going to do anything to jeopardize the judge’s safety.”

  “Then turn off your phone.”

  She shook her head, “I can’t do that.” She stood there, completely naked, and totally defiant. No shame, and a total lack of modesty that was somehow confusing. Her defiance underlined her refusal to be embarrassed.

  “Kita, we need to be off grid.”

  “The judge isn’t with us,” she argued. “We’re peripheral tonight.”

  Alex felt the familiar rush of frustration every time she subverted his rules. “You are blatantly ignoring my command.”

  “Let me see who called.”

  “Only if you promise to stop trying to contact them.”

  “Once I make sure she’s all right.”

  “She?”

  Kita’s mouth tightened into a flat line.

  “Who is she?”

  “She has nothing to do with the investigation.”

  But that didn’t answer his question. “Who?”

  He felt ridiculous, like he was playing a game of keep-away on the playground. Except they weren’t children and they were very naked. His cock was still sticky from their sexual encounter. And was totally on board with going for round two.

  “She’s a friend who’s going through a rough time right now.” She finally gave him some information. “Let me make sure she’s okay.”

  Alex continued to study her. Wondering why this couldn’t wait. Why she was so willing to flaunt her lack of respect for his request. But she wasn’t backing down.

  He watched the shift happen. When she didn’t get her way by begging, she modified her tactics. Kita stepped into his personal space, so close her nipples brushed his chest. She tilted her head to the side and smiled sexily. Her eyes sparkled before she slowly ran her tongue along the center of his chest, up his neck until she nipped at his chin.

  His cock didn’t care that she was only using her sexual wiles to get the phone. He was on board with whatever Kita did next, rising to poke her in the stomach.

  Alex needed to control the situation, which was rapidly spinning out of control. She rubbed her tits against his chest, and he groaned. “You aren’t playing fair.”

  Because sure as shit, all she really wanted from him right now was her phone. His body wanted so much more and his mind was fascinated to watch her move, to see what she would do next. To see how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted.

  “I play to win,” she murmured against his beating heart.

  Before he could step back, she slid down his body, slowly scraping her teeth along the ridges in his abdomen, before pausing at the head of his jutting cock. She lowered her head and sucked him into her mouth.

  The heat and suction caused him to react right away. His cock swelled to bursting again, which should be impossible after the fucking they’d just done.

  But he didn’t want her this way.

  Alex sighed.

  Okay, maybe his dick would take her anyway it could. But he couldn’t wrap his brain around the issue, like she was wrapped around his cock, sucking him hard, swallowing him down so that he penetrated her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. That tight constriction strangled his growing dick, and his body responded accordingly.

  Then she moaned, the sound vibrating around his length in erotic stimulation.

  “Stop.” Alex dropped his arm, and rested the palm of the hand not holding the phone on her hair. “Jesus, I’ll give you your phone back.”

  She released his cock with an audible pop. Her lips were swollen and canted up in a smirk as she held out her hand. “I would have finished you.”

  A flush pinkened her plump breasts, the tight points of her nipples revealing she was as aroused as he was.

  “I’d rather finish together.”

  Which was true, and not. He hated that she was willing to do anything to get her phone back. And yet, his dick had loved the attention.

  She dropped her gaze to his engorged and throbbing cock. “We’ll see.”

  Alex handed the phone to her. Kita turned around, presenting her back. Her sleek muscles rippled enticingly.

  Once again, he watched her reflection in the mirror. Quickly, she listened to the message.

  Her eyes crinkled. The taunting little smile long gone from her expression.

  Apprehension clouded her face as she clicked the end button on her phone. Alex had listened unashamedly but he’d only caught a few words. Fine. Don’t call. I’m fine.

  Kita’s tight, closed expression caused him to ask again. “Who is she?”

  “No one to concern yourself about.”

  Frustration bled from him. “I want to help.”

  “I get that.” Kita pressed her lips together. “And I appreciate it, but you can’t.”

  She wasn’t going to tell him more.

  She put her phone deliberately on the dresser and turned around. Her gaze going to his semi-wilted cock.

  She stepped into him, her right hand reached beneath him and cupped his balls, rolling them around her fingers, while her left wrapped ar
ound his quickly reviving cock and squeezed.

  Alex let her distract him from their problems. Because, after all, he wasn’t an idiot.

  Chapter 13

  From somewhere off to her left, her phone rang. The shrill old-fashioned ringtone was sharp in that fuzzy place between sleep and awake.

  Alex was already out of bed and reaching for the phone.

  Hannah! Kita jumped up.

  Alex was speaking calmly into the cell. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.”

  Was that her phone? She wasn’t panicked exactly, but what the hell?

  “See you in a few.”

  Alex clicked the off button and tossed the phone back on the dresser. His. Not hers.

  “It was Shep.” Alex snatched up the scrub bottoms from the bedroom floor. Last night’s mistake was strewn over the carpeting like beer bottles from a frat party.

  Kita tried not to flush when Alex tossed her panties at her.

  “Not anthrax.”

  Tension flew out of her body in a whoosh of relief.

  “What—” she cleared her throat. “What was it?”

  Alex tugged his shirt over his head and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, trying to put himself back together after last night’s romp. “Splenda.”

  Thank God.

  “So we’re clear.” Alex headed for the door. “Shep, Dwayne, and the judge will be here in two hours.”

  “Here?” So they were stuck here?

  “The consensus was to move the judge into a more secure location.” Alex paused, looked over her shoulder at the rumpled bed. “We’ve got the day shift. Shep and Dwayne have the night shift.”

  They were going to continue to work together. Usually Kita didn’t care if she saw her sexual partners again. The act was intimate and yet usually a certain distance opened up between her and her conquest after they did the deed.

  But with Alex, he brought up emotions and feelings that she’d like to forget.

  And forget was exactly what she wanted regarding last night. That weird connection that wrapped around them in bed was false, like a glittering lure to an unsuspecting fish. She wanted to believe there was a happy ending at the tip of the hook. She couldn’t count on that, because if life had taught her one thing, it was that people you got close to let you down.