Black Dog Security- Complete 5-Part Series

by Camilla Blake

  “I’m going to come, Charlie.”

  I’d never wanted it before, but I wanted to taste him. I sucked harder and worked my hands up and down him, letting him know what I wanted. He shouted my name and really came apart.

  He was still hard when he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed me. I squeaked when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. It turned into a laugh and I looked up at him with heavy eyes. I wanted him so bad. I was willing to take what I could get.

  “I have nightmares.” Tucker’s deep voice pulled my attention from other parts of him.

  I looked up and paused in crawling up the bed. I waited for him to say more, but when he didn’t, I shifted gears. “I slept next to John for ten years. I can handle nightmares.”

  “Don’t say his name.” He growled out. “I’m not great at shit like this.”

  “Sex?”

  “Talking. To women.” He frowned at me. “I’m great at sex. Don’t doubt it.”

  “I wouldn’t know.” I moved to kneel on my knees at the end of the bed. “You talked to me just fine.”

  “I have nightmares about war and I can get scary. I don’t like sleeping next to people. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m not scared of you.”

  “Maybe you should be.”

  “Why? You planning on sleeping next to me?”

  He scowled. “You’re a pain.”

  “You’re talking an awful lot like a man who wants to be in a relationship with me.”

  “Charlie.”

  “No? You don’t want to be?”

  “Charlie!”

  I smiled at him and stood up so I could walk over to him. I stroked my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. “Tucker. Your nightmares aren’t going to be the thing that makes me not like you. If I can get past how big of a slob you are, I can get past anything. I like you. I like talking to you and being around you. I want to do it more. I also want to have crazy sex with you and come until I can’t see straight. I think that sounds like a relationship, but if it’s not what you want, that’s fine. I’ll take what I can get and move on. I’m losing everything in my life right now. I’ll deal with it if this really isn’t what you want.”

  He held my hips and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t promise that I’m going to be good at any of this shit.”

  “Well, neither can I. I’m not asking you to marry me, though. So, there’s no pressure.”

  He laughed. “There’s pressure.”

  “Well, let it go.” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Letting it fall, I stepped back and smiled. “Let’s take it one night at a time. Starting now. If you can deal with the fact that the whole world hates me tonight, I can deal with your nightmares.”

  He shrugged his shirt off, revealing so much manly chest that I had plans on licking. “Let’s just hold off on using the relationship word.”

  I pushed my leggings down and stepped out of them, leaving me in just a small pair of black cotton panties. I turned and put one knee up on the bed. “I’ll just start using it as you come. Maybe the taboo will wear off.”

  He kicked off his pants and briefs and came to stand behind me. Wrapping his arms around my stomach, he shifted his erection against my ass. “I seem to recall your mouth being full the last time I came.”

  Another shiver ran down my spine and I rolled my hips into him. “That was fun. That was the first time I’ve done that in over ten years. The last time was with a guy named Timmy Friend—”

  Tucker lifted me and tossed me on the bed again. He crawled up my body and hovered over me. “You talk about other men a lot.”

  I wanted to push him more. “You should thank Timmy. He taught me everything I know.”

  He growled and used his knee to shift my thighs apart. “Enough.”

  I felt like purring. I’d never felt so turned-on before. It hadn’t been like that the two times I’d had sex when I was younger. I wanted him to touch me so badly that I felt like crying. “You’re bossy.”

  He dropped his head and nipped at the skin on my neck. “You’re making me fucking crazy. I want to mark you as mine. That’s insane. I’m not this guy.”

  I tilted my head to the side and bit my lip. “You can be that guy for tonight.”

  He braced his weight on one arm and trailed his other fingers down my exposed neck. Meeting my eyes, he pressed his thumb against my pulse and I heard him swallow. “What is this?”

  His whispered words hit me. I shoved my hands into his hair and pulled his face down to mine. Kissing him was like a compulsion. I needed to. I gave him everything I had. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and stroked it. I bit his bottom lip and then stroked it with my tongue. I kissed him with all of me. Even as we both gasped into it, I didn’t want to pull away. He was a drug and I was already addicted.

  Tucker’s strong thigh stroked over my core, building friction with each stroke. His hand held my throat, his thumb still over my pulse, tracing how he affected me.

  “I need you, Tucker. I want to feel you in me.”

  “Not yet.” His voice was darker as he lowered his mouth to my collarbone and sucked at my skin. Marking me, I realized. When his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, I arched my back and rubbed my core harder on his thigh.

  My orgasm was a surprise to both of us. I clenched around him, tugging at his hair harder than I meant to. I cried out his name and there was an answering bang on the wall behind our heads.

  Tucker glared at the wall and then sat back on his heels. He tucked his fingers in my panties and ripped them from my body. The strings bit into my hips before breaking away, but the slight sting just fed into the experience even more.

  “I’ve got to taste you.” He pulled my thighs apart and stared down at my bared core. He dragged his finger through my wet folds and then took his finger into his mouth. Closing his eyes, his grip of my thigh tightened. “Is that all for me, baby?”

  Nodding, I moved my foot and rested it on his chest. He looked down at it and then met my eyes. I panted, so turned-on, but I wanted to keep some control. “In me.”

  Tucker gave a wicked laugh and took my foot in his hands. He massaged it and kissed the side of my ankle before lowering it to the bed. “You asked for this, Charlie. I’m in charge.”

  My core pulsed and I felt myself get even wetter, somehow. When he looked down, I knew he could see it. I fought the urge to hide myself and, instead, planted my feet wider apart.

  “That’s it. Let me see your pretty pussy.”

  I gasped and dug my heels into the bed. “Tucker. Please. I’m begging you. I need you.”

  He looked up at me with darkened eyes and nodded. “Later, though. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”

  I liked the promise in that, but I was too far gone. I needed him. He moved over my body and trailed kisses up my stomach, stopping to dip his tongue into my navel before moving to my breasts. He took his time devouring each of my nipples, teasing and driving me higher and higher. When he was level with my mouth, I found little relief in his kisses. Each one was bruising, promising.

  Another bite to the sensitive skin at the base of my throat and then I felt the tip of him at my opening. I opened my mouth on a gasp that turned into a scream when he thrust into me.

  More banging on the wall behind us went unnoticed as he held still inside of me, buried to the hilt, hitting spots inside of me that I’d never felt. Sweat beaded on Tucker’s forehead and I clenched his hips with my thighs.

  “Fuck.”

  I buried my face in his shoulder and dug my fingers into his back. “Tucker. God. Fuck me. Fuck me, Tucker.”

  I gasped as he pulled out and he growled as he thrust back into me. His arms flexed beside my head, my thighs tightened around him.

  He filled me to the brink and I felt myself building to a powerful orgasm already. In the back of my head, though, reason held on.

  “Condom. Condom, Tucker.” I gasped the words, desperate to keep feeling what I was feel
ing, but also trying to be smart about what we were doing.

  He swore vividly, his thrusts frozen. He rested his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. “Sorry. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”

  I held my breath as he pulled out of me and moved to his jeans on the floor. I could see his hands shaking as he tugged his wallet out and produced a condom. He ripped it open and rolled it onto himself before moving back between my thighs. “You fuck with my head.”

  I arched against the bed as he slowly pushed into me. Hearing him say that urged me on faster. I loved that I affected him.

  “I remember you saying something about missionary not doing it for you.”

  “I was wrong. So wrong.”

  Tucker growled and rolled over so I was on top of him. He was even deeper in me that way and all I could do for a few seconds was toss my head back and let the sensations wash over me.

  “Ride me, Charlie.” His voice was even deeper, darker. And so commanding that I shivered.

  I braced my hands on his chest and rolled my hips. “Oh, God.”

  He leaned up and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking even as his hands gripped my ass and forced my body down on his harder.

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on as I hurtled towards an orgasm. The orgasm. I could already tell it was going to be bigger, more, than any other one I’d ever had. “I’m close, Tucker.”

  He kissed up to my neck and dragged his mouth over my throat before finding my mouth and kissing me hard. He rocked me faster and harder on him. “Come for me, baby.”

  Immediately, a rolling, crashing pleasure started in my core. It consumed my body, inch by inch, until I was shaking and pulsing around Tucker. White-hot pleasure ripped a scream from my throat and stiffened my body until I thought I’d snap in half.

  Tucker came right after my orgasm started, his thrusts brutally fast, and then he buried himself in me to the max and growled.

  I’d never felt anything like it. My heart was racing so fast that I thought I’d pass out. My skin felt like one giant tender nerve ending. Everything felt hazy and peaceful. It was like I’d died and gone to heaven.

  I wasn’t sure how long we’d been clinging to each other, reveling in the after-effects of crazy sex, when I heard the banging on the wall again. Softer, muted, I could hear someone shouting at us.

  Crazy as it was, all I could do was laugh. I didn’t have a reputation to worry about anymore. If I wanted to have loud, mind-numbing sex, I could.

  Tucker gently let go of me and flopped back on the bed. I lay on his chest and tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure what happened next, but I hoped it involved more sex.

  “You can’t stay here.” He stroked my hair, what there was left. “We’ve made an enemy for you. I’m sure they’re already calling the front desk to complain.”

  “It’ll be fine. Everyone here hates me anyway. What’s one more?”

  He rolled us onto our sides and we both groaned when he slipped out of me. “I think you should stay at my house.”

  I stared at him. “What?”

  “It’s not a big deal. If you’re at my house, I can make sure you’re safe and I won’t have to worry about anyone lashing out at you.” He shrugged. “Plus, you’d be there to take care of Spark for me.”

  I bit my lip and rolled onto my back. I couldn’t explain the sudden urge to cry. “Are you just feeling pressured? I don’t want to be there if you don’t want me there, Tucker.”

  “Okay. Pack up your shit. We’re going.”

  Chapter 25

  Tucker

  At first, I thought I’d lost my mind. What the fuck was I thinking, having Charlie move in with me? I couldn’t explain it away. I did want her there. I still thought it was crazy, though. With the nightmares I had, I worried that I’d end up hurting her.

  The first night at my house changed my thinking. Not only was she perfectly safe next to me in bed, she was fucking perfect. I’d started to have a nightmare, but it quickly cut short at a strange sensation below my belt. Those feelings had no place in my nightmare, so it threw me off enough to pull myself out of it and wake up. Charlie was under the covers, taking my hardening dick into her mouth again. She sucked me down and then slowly dragged her mouth off of me.

  I was done. All the worries I’d had about her being there were gone. The physical ones, anyway. She was always turned-on and I was right there with her. The first week she was at my house, I was just as exhausted as when she’d been in the hotel, because I spent all night making love to her in every way I could think of.

  Charlie was eager to experiment and excited about trying new things. She wore me out. It was better than any workout I’d ever had at the gym, and way better than any post-workout “workout” too.

  I probably actually had lost my mind. Suddenly, I was imagining her just being there all the time. I liked coming home and finding her in my kitchen—or, even better, my bed.

  She was a different person from the woman I’d first met. She was loose and free, always smiling and bouncing around the house to do something different with some of the weird shit she had me bring her home. I didn’t know where shit in my house was anymore, but she was happy.

  I didn’t know what had come over me. There was just something about the woman that did me in. She made me possessive and crazy. When I did think about her leaving my house and going on her way, I got angry and wanted to punch walls. The idea that I’d let her go and someone smarter would come along and scoop her up was a real one that plagued me.

  Cooper and Branson had settled down. They were happy with their women. More than happy. It wasn’t a week at BDS if one of them wasn’t getting caught in some sexual frisk in the bathroom or on the couch in the backroom. Maybe, if they could do it, I could do it.

  The thought of being in a relationship still freaked me out. I just… I didn’t have good memories of them. I’d seen how relationships ended. Shit, even Mercer’s relationship with Jessica had gotten him into some deep shit, years and years later.

  Charlie was different, though. She didn’t demand anything from me. She was happy to not be locked away. She didn’t push me for anything, either. She hadn’t mentioned the relationship word again. She just had fun being free and happy and then shared some of it with me when I got home.

  A part of me felt like I owed her more, but I didn’t know what. I didn’t know what to give her. I put my clothes in the hamper and tossed my trash in the trashcan, but it didn’t seem like enough. I just wanted to give her more. She deserved it.

  I’d come home one day to find her frying chicken and boiling potatoes for real mashed potatoes. She’d looked back at me, dressed in an apron and a bandana tied around her hair, and grinned from ear to ear. She’d been cut from her management team finally. She jumped into my arms and laughed wildly while telling me how they were just cutting ties and going their separate ways. They weren’t punishing her for everything coming out, because of the shit they were in with Gerald.

  She got to keep everything she’d worked so hard for and she was a very rich lady. She had the freedom to go anywhere, do anything, be whoever the hell she wanted to be. My chest tightened on that one. She had all the means to go and do better than me. Yet, she hadn’t left.

  It frustrated me that I even cared, but I’d just come to the conclusion that where Charlie was concerned, I was a mess. I liked her. When I wasn’t near her, she was on my mind. It was obvious to all the guys that I was getting serious about her, but I was struggling.

  That was another thing. The guys loved her. She’d come with me to a barbecue after Mercer got out of the hospital and she’d taken one look at the cane they’d given him to help him get around and the scowl on his face and taken charge. Even with his griping about her pushing him into a chair and taking his cane away, he didn’t fight as much as he normally would’ve. Charlie, simple and down-to-earth Charlie, was a fucking heartbreaker.

  Even Sonnie, who’d been dishearten
ed by the truth about Charlie, was crazy about her after hanging out with her for the afternoon. Elizabeth liked her foul mouth and the way she cut up her T-shirts. Vince liked that she was curvier. Cooper and Branson liked that she distracted their girlfriends while they drank beer and got drunk.

  Then she’d brought Mercer back a cane that looked like something out of some fucking post-apocalyptic movie. Black with dangerous-looking spikes, it was badass. Mercer was impressed and had even looked almost happy with the cane after that.

  Hell, even Black Dog loved her. She’d spent an entire day outside with him, building an actual doghouse for him. It put the plastic one we’d bought him to shame. She’d painted it and added a name plate on the front, and even added a flap so he could be closed in, away from the weather. All in a day. I was shocked as hell. I hadn’t been aware of how talented she was.

  The shit she did as Charlotte was fine, if you were into that kind of thing, but she’d built a doghouse out of wood and made it look damn good. That was amazing.

  I was getting used to having her around, but I knew that she’d want to start working again soon. She’d mentioned something about decorating locally, but she wasn’t sure that people would give her their business after everything. I wasn’t sure I wanted her going out by herself.

  Sam had never been caught. I had a gut feeling that Sam was none other than John. Or Gerald. There was no way to prove it, though. They’d also stayed away from Charlie. They were in LA, trying to recover what they could of their careers.

  She was probably safe. There’d been no word from Sam since the night of the fire. The fire during which Charlie had seen both John and Gerald—even though, according to them, they weren’t there that night. All I knew was, if they wanted to stay in one piece, they were better off staying in LA.

  To start off the transition of her being on her own, she’d forced my hand at letting her work on rearranging the back room of BDS while I worked on a case. I didn’t love it. There was never any telling if the team was going to be in the office all hours of the work day. Lauren ran out to meet with clients or check on Mercer. The guys all had jobs lined up. She could find herself alone at any time.