Guts & Glory: Walker (In the Shadows Security Book 4)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Good.”

  “Just good?”

  “Good enough to make me want to come again.”

  He almost yelled out “Already?” again, but he bit it back. If she was that worked up, then he shouldn’t complain. “You want to come again?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I’ll make you come.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You taste so fucking good, El.”

  Ellie groaned when she heard that.

  Her eyes were closed and his voice—deep and a bit growly because of his impatience with her—made goosebumps break out.

  But she was relieved he took over. She didn’t want to have to worry about expressing her thoughts out loud when she was on the verge of coming. In fact, she might end up babbling nonsense and that wouldn’t do him any good.

  He had instructed her what to do with her thumb and she imagined it being his tongue.

  And once again, she came seconds later with a gasp. “Trace.”

  “Yeah, baby. You’re so fucking wet. So ready for me to fuck you.”

  “Yes.”

  “But you’re not going to get what you want. I’m going to get what I want.”

  “Okay.”

  “And you know what I want.”

  She did.

  And while she was okay with it on the phone, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be ready to give him what he wanted in person.

  She might need more wine than what she drank.

  “You don’t know how good you taste, El. So fucking good. It was something I never forgot, and I can never get enough of. Are your fingers oiled up?”

  A shudder ran through her. “Yes.”

  “Get ready for me.”

  “I—”

  “El, do this for me.”

  She slid her hand between her thighs, reaching up and around behind herself, to slide her oiled fingers over her anus.

  “Make sure you get it in there good, baby. Outside and inside, too.”

  “For me to get in on the inside—”

  “El.” Her name held a warning, as if he only had so much patience.

  She continued, rubbing the tips of her two lubed fingers over her hole, surprised how good—but different—it felt.

  “Inside, El.”

  She tentatively slid the tip of her middle finger to the center and pressed in. At first it felt weird and she tightened up.

  “Relax, baby, just let it happen. It’ll be good, I promise.”

  She pushed the tip barely inside her, let her mind wrap around what he wanted her to do and forced herself to relax.

  “Is it tight?”

  “Yes.”

  “Keep going. If my cock is going to fit, you need to get used to your fingers. Once you do, I’ll take over.”

  Okay, okay, okay.

  She pushed one finger deeper inside her until it couldn’t go any farther because of her awkward position. She was hardly flexible enough to make it easy. “You’re inside me now.”

  “No, baby, that’s you. I’ll let you know when I’m inside you.”

  Her eyes rolled back as she worked her finger in and out of her as best as she could, imagining what it would feel like for Trace to be doing this with his much thicker fingers and then his cock.

  She tensed for a moment, thinking about it. Then she blew out a breath and made herself continue.

  “Add another finger.”

  “Trace.”

  “Yeah, baby?” He had a hitch in his answer. And she realized his breathing was coming louder through the phone.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Sliding my slick cock up and down your crease. Slowly pressing in, but not taking your ass just yet. Getting you used to what it’s going to feel like when I take you there. When I take that place that will solely be mine and mine alone.”

  “I want you here.”

  He ignored that, saying instead, “My cock is so hard for you, Ellie. I want to be inside you. But I’m going to take my time. Make sure you enjoy it. You okay with that?”

  Of course she was.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, hoping he heard her. “I’m ready for you, Trace.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Pull your fingers out, I’m coming in.”

  She let her fingers slip loose.

  “The head of my cock is right there, Ellie. Asking for entrance.”

  Ellie pressed the tip of both fingers against herself again and with her eyes closed and her mind wrapping around his words, her fingers turned into his cock. He was there in the room with her. Ready to take her.

  “Are you going to let me in, El?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let me in.”

  That demand ended with a groan and Ellie pushed her two fingers past her tight rim, allowing Trace access to somewhere he’d never been before. Where no one had ever been before.

  “Fuck, Ellie, you’re so fucking tight. Hot. Squeezing my cock.”

  As she sank her fingers as far as she could go, everything clenched on her. Her anus, her core. Her clit even throbbed. Her nipples had pebbled as they pressed to the sheet.

  She pushed her face deeper into the pillow and her shoulders harder into the mattress.

  His voice came from a distance. Telling her everything he was doing to her. And she was there. In the room with him as he took her this way. She pressed two fingers from her other hand against her clit, circling and pressing against it. And her whole body shuddered.

  What he was doing to her was amazing. Unexpected. She wasn’t sure she’d like it, but, hell, she loved it.

  He was now plunging in and out of her, taking her harder, faster. His breath coming like a freight train and she could hardly catch hers.

  “Trace,” she called out.

  “Fuck, Ellie, you feel so fucking good.”

  “So do you.”

  “Like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Going to fuck you harder now.”

  She didn’t answer him, instead, began to rock back and forth harder on her knees, faster, as she took his cock and rode his fingers at the same time.

  “Fuck, Ellie.” She heard his rush of breath. “Going to come?”

  “Soon,” she barely got out herself.

  “No, not soon. When I tell you to come, I’m going to come deep inside you. I’m going to fill your ass up with my cum. You’re going to come at the same time.”

  Her eyes rolled back at his words. She wanted to tell him, “Okay,” but she couldn’t get it passed her lips.

  “Feel how hard I am inside you?”

  Yes.

  “Feel how much I want you?”

  Yes.

  “You’re going to come when I tell you.”

  Yes.

  “Now.” A deep groan filled her ear. “Come now.”

  She clamped down hard on her fingers and her pussy clenched at the same time as the intense climax spiraled out from her center, around her fingers, sweeping through her, making her cry out his name until she had no voice left.

  Then all she heard was her pounding heart and her own ragged breathing in her ears.

  It took her a little bit to gather her senses, but when she did, she opened her eyes, saw the phone had slid off the pillow. It had gone dark and she wondered if he had hung up.

  She collapsed to the mattress, snagged a tissue from the box next to the bed to wipe off the oil from her fingers and called out, “Trace?”

  “I’m here.” He was still out of breath, too.

  “I need to clean up.”

  “Me, too.”

  She smiled as she rolled over and sat up. “I don’t want to touch my phone yet.”

  “Mine’s collateral damage. I had it sitting on my chest.”

  “And you...”

  “Yeah, I even got some in my mouth.”

  Damn. Ellie bit back her giggle. “That sounds kind of hot.”

  “Tru
st me, it wasn’t.”

  This time she didn’t hold back, she laughed as she climbed from the bed. “I’m leaving you there. I’m going to go wash up quick. Are you going to wait?”

  “Do your thing. I’ll call you back in a couple minutes.”

  She rushed from the bed, cleaned up, brushed her teeth quickly, relieved her bladder and then hurried back, just in time to see her phone lighting up again. She grabbed it from the bed and put it to her ear.

  “Did you get the spill cleaned up?” she asked.

  “Yeah, but the whole time I was imagining it was you doing it with your tongue. Now, that was fucking hot.”

  She settled on the bed. “I thought you needed to make another phone call.”

  “After that, I’m not in the mood to call who I need to call. It can wait until I get back tomorrow.”

  She smothered a yawn. Between the pasta, the wine and now the phone sex, she was ready to crash.

  “You settled in my bed?”

  She turned off the bedside lamp and the room went dark. “Yes.”

  “I’ll be in it with you tomorrow night. Tonight was practice for the real thing.”

  “I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I really liked it, but I’m also realistic about size.”

  She heard him chuckle softly. “Thanks for the ego boost.”

  “I’m not saying you’re overly large—”

  “How about we leave it the way you said it.”

  She smiled up at the dark ceiling. “I might fall asleep on you.”

  “You’ve done that plenty of times in the past, El.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Didn’t mean it like that. I loved listening to you fall asleep, wishing I was next to you in your bed, holding you as you did it. Knowing one day that would come true, we’d fall asleep together every night and wake up together every morning.”

  “But it never happened.” Damn, did she regret that.

  “It did, El. In the bed you’re lying in right now.”

  That was true.

  “And I’ll be home for a couple nights and I plan on fucking you until you can’t help but fall asleep on me, and then in the morning when we wake, I’m going to fuck you again.”

  The blood rushed through her in anticipation.

  “And more phone sex when you’re gone?”

  “We’ll see. I’m not sure how things will go.”

  That didn’t sound good. When she opened her mouth to ask, he cut her off. “Not now, El. Let’s savor what we just had for a little while longer. Plenty of time to talk about the ugly stuff.”

  The ugly stuff.

  That really didn’t sound good.

  But he was right. She wanted to enjoy the remaining euphoria from their phone sex.

  When he didn’t say anything for a while, she thought maybe it was he who fell asleep on her.

  “We should’ve done it sooner,” she whispered, not wanting to wake him if he did.

  “Hmm?” came his murmur.

  “We should’ve done it sooner,” she repeated louder.

  Amazingly enough, he knew exactly what she meant. “You weren’t old enough. I didn’t want you to ever regret it.”

  “Everybody else our age was doing it.”

  It took him a long while before he murmured, “We weren’t everybody else.”

  No, they weren’t.

  She’d been the last one of her friends to lose her virginity and sometimes that got frustrating.

  Especially when there were days—and nights—where they almost didn’t make it. Nights when they almost gave in to the temptation.

  But Trace had been strong. Strong enough for both of them. He had the willpower of steel.

  When she looked back now, she wasn’t sure how a boy on the cusp of being a man had that. Especially at eighteen, nineteen, even twenty, when his hormones were raging.

  But at the time, he loved her enough to wait until the moment was right.

  She wished he still loved her. She wished things had turned out differently. Hell, she wished a lot of things.

  “Trace?”

  No answer.

  Listening carefully, she heard it. The soft, steady breathing of a man who had fallen asleep over fourteen hundred miles away.

  “Goodnight,” she whispered into the phone, then added, “I love you, Trace.”

  Before hanging up, she waited a moment to see if he would answer.

  He didn’t.

  Walker gripped the phone in his hand so tightly he thought it might shatter. “Do you know what your fucking son was involved in? Do you know how he risked your daughter-in-law’s life? Hell, she’s still at risk. She said she went to you for help and you fucking turned her away.”

  “I don’t owe her anything.”

  His chest rose as he inhaled in a deep breath and held it long enough to keep the last string attached to his temper from breaking. “But your son does.”

  “My son is dead,” Gerald McMaster answered.

  And Walker wouldn’t shed one fucking tear about that. Not a fucking one.

  “I remember you, Trace Walker. My son said you took his wife’s virginity and then left her once you got it. Georgie had to step in and take care of what you left behind.”

  Georgie.

  He wanted to puke, but instead he growled, “I didn’t leave shit behind.”

  “Yes, you did, boy.”

  Walker gritted his teeth at the man’s use of “boy.” Condescending asshole. “I was doing it for her.” Why the fuck was he explaining himself to this motherfucker?

  “No, Walker, you got what you wanted from her, then abandoned her. My son had to step in—against my wishes, mind you—to take care of her. She had nothing. Her family couldn’t afford her education, so I paid for it at Georgie’s request. He bought her everything she needed. Lifted her up from the poverty she lived in.”

  Jesus. Ellie’s family might have not been rich, but they certainly hadn’t been living in squalor or in a tent under a fucking bridge. She had a good home with a loving mother and stepfather who provided the necessities.

  “Contrary to what you believe, Walker, you didn’t turn her into a woman when you stole her innocence. After you left her, she turned into nothing but skin and bones, an unattractive skeleton. Her eyes were haunted. She became a hollow shell. My son took pity on her and fixed your mistake.”

  Your mistake. Had she lost weight after he left? Had she been that worried that it physically made her sick? If so, he never knew. She’d said nothing when she had called him to end it.

  “So, who turned her into a woman, Walker? Not you. You destroyed her. My son saved her, made her who she is by educating her and giving her a life worth living. A better life than what she had or what you would’ve ever given her.”

  “A life he died for because he was a greedy fuck. While he knew how to groom a woman to be his perfect wife, he didn’t know how to run a fucking business. He ran that business—the one you set him up in—into the ground. He got involved in shady and dangerous business dealings with even shadier people. So, don’t paint him to be some kind of fucking saint. He wasn’t. He was far from it. But that’s not why I’m calling you, Jerry.”

  “Cursing is unnecessary, and I didn’t give you permission to call me by my first name.”

  Walker could just imagine the pompous old ass’s jowls flapping and his hand clutching at his collar in indignation. “I’ll take that into consideration, Jerry. I need to know whether anyone has contacted you regarding that 1.3-million-dollar debt.”

  His long pause was telling. “If they did, why the hell would I discuss it with you?”

  Walker glanced toward the door. He had just arrived home and hadn’t gone into the house yet because he wanted to get this business out of the way first. He had stayed in the garage so Ellie wouldn’t hear the conversation with her loving former father-in-law. “Because it would be in your best interest to do so. Have you seen what they did to your son? Is that what you want to happen to E
llie?”

  “I don’t care about Ellie.”

  He felt his upper lip curling into a sneer. “How about your wife, Jerry? Or how about you, you selfish prick? Do you think they simply killed him? That it was quick? Fuck no, they made your Georgie suffer. I’m sure he cried, begged and shit his fucking pants, Jerry. They tortured him slowly. They made him feel every single cut they made. They knew what the fuck they were doing. How to keep him alive as long as possible when he wished he was dead. And, believe me, Jerry, you don’t want them doing that to you.”

  “I don’t owe them that money,” McMaster said faintly.

  “Neither does Ellie.”

  “It was because of her that Georgie went into debt. He was desperate to keep her happy. Her tastes became expensive once she got to experience everything she could have. My son said she was always demanding bigger and better.”

  Yeah, a man with bigger balls and better morals.

  “Bullshit. It was your son who wanted the best of everything.” His trip to Denver made that very clear after speaking with people who knew him well. “Not her. She was never like that and still isn’t.”

  After a long hesitation, McMaster asked, “She’s with you? She came to you for the money?”

  Yeah, you cunt, she’s back in my bed where she belongs. “She came to me for help because you don’t have a conscience big enough to do the right thing.”

  McMaster clicked his tongue, making Walker want to reach through the phone and rip it out.

  “She was never good enough for my son. She wasn’t even good enough to be a brood bitch. For all the money we spent on her and all the time Georgie invested in her, she could have at least given me grandchildren.”

  Walker ground his molars together so hard, his jaws popped.

  “The right thing to do was to wash my hands of that girl. I did. It’s done. Now I’m done with you. I don’t care what they do to her.”

  “And when they do it and still don’t have their money and they text you the pictures of her not only tortured but filleted open, then what? Who do you think they’re going after next? These men are not going to walk away empty-handed, Jerry. I promise you that.”