Rook Security Complete Series

by Camilla Blake

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as she panted and looked down at him.

  “How do we make this not feel like a stroll down memory lane?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “I mean, you’re just so freaking familiar to me. How do I have sex with you and not feel haunted by the ghosts of Javi and May past? I don’t think I can do this.”

  She started to slide off of him but he grabbed her by the hips and kept her on top of him. “I’ve got some ideas.”

  In a surprising move, he flipped them over, tossing May onto her back on the bed. He wasted no time at all stripping her yoga pants right off her body. His eyes flamed as he grunted his approval. He put his weight on the knee he’d planted between her legs and stripped her tank top off of her. Next came her sports bra and then she was naked except for her underwear.

  He ducked his head and with absolutely no pleasantries or lead up or softness, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He laved her with his teeth and tongue, pushing her right up to the edge of pain before he released her and did the same to her other breast.

  She tangled her hands in his hair and held him to her, yanking his hair viciously when his teeth nipped her.

  He raised his head, panting and wild. Something caught in her chest. Boy Javi had left the building. This was Man Javi. And apparently he was starving for her.

  He tore his eyes from hers and slid down her body. May went up on her elbows as he roughly spread her legs at the knee. His eyes were pinned to her simple black panties and she gasped as he hooked a finger and yanked the crotch to the side. He let out a rough breath as he continued to stare, her core completely bared to him.

  His chest was heaving in and out as he laid his cheek on her knee and just stared between her legs, licking his lips.

  May fully expected him to lean forward and taste her. Which was why she nearly jumped out of her skin when he tipped his head to the side and bit the inside of her knee.

  “Shit!” she yelped.

  “That,” he told her, “is for being so beautiful that half the time I can’t even look at you.”

  He leaned back on his heels, took her by the thighs and flipped her over onto her stomach. She was dizzy and off kilter. He’d always been confident in bed, but this dominance was new. It thrilled her and threw her off at the same time.

  She planted her hands on the bed and was just pushing herself up when she felt him yank her underwear to the side again. He bit her smartly on the ass.

  She yelped. “And what was that for?” she asked over her shoulder.

  “That was for giving me a hard-on a few months ago while I was dropping off Ricky.” He bent down and bit her again. For good measure, apparently.

  “When?” she demanded.

  “I was dragging all her field hockey stuff inside and you’d just gotten back from work. You were wearing that mesh workout outfit and you were downward dogging in the freaking living room.”

  “Oh.” She smirked. “Right. I remember that. That was payback.”

  He was busy making out with the two dimples above her ass, so it took him a second to respond. Finally, his eyes met hers again, lazy and hooded with desire. “Payback for what?”

  “For that haircut you’d gotten. I’d seen it the week before and you looked so unbelievably hot I wore out the batteries on my vibrator. I had to even things out a little. So I waited until I heard you pull up to the house before I started stretching.”

  She wasn’t sure if it was her admission that she still found him attractive, or that she’d purposefully tried to torture him with her body, or that she’d admitted that she still thought about him while she was using her vibrator, but her words seemed to be the last straw for him.

  He growled low in his throat and May felt it, where his chest rested against the back of her legs. He bared his teeth at her, his nostrils flaring. Both his hands were on her waist, circling her in a hard grip.

  “Condom or bareback,” he growled.

  Surprise flared inside of her. When she’d given him the opportunity to make love to her, she’d figured that he would kiss every single inch of her, make love to her until rose petals rained from the clouds like snowflakes. Apparently not. He was pinning her down and glaring into her eyes like he was a wild animal in mating season. She’d often dreamed about sex like this, out of control, punishing, animalistic, but she and Javi had always been too soft with each other for it. But it looked like a divorce and a six-year hiatus was all they needed to unleash the beast.

  “Condom. Or. Bareback,” he growled again, a man on the edge.

  She considered his words. If he was asking her, then that meant he was clean. He was the most responsible man on planet Earth. And as rocky as things were between them, she never doubted that he loved her. He’d never put her in harm’s way. Besides, she’d been on the pill for a couple of years now, what was a little unprotected sex between former spouses?

  “Bareback,” she gasped and lost her breath when he reared back. He lifted her hips, dragging her to all fours. She dropped her head onto her crossed wrists and reveled in his possession of her.

  Again, he yanked her panties to the side, but this time he found her with his fingers. “So wet, baby,” he hissed, almost angrily. “You want it like this? Me pent up and angry? You want me tortured for years and then cutting myself loose on you?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Give it all to me. Every torturous moment. Every time you’ve wanted me over the years. I want to feel it.”

  The words slid out of her effortlessly, sinuously. She heard them with her own ears and was shocked to realize just how true they were. No part of her wanted them to imitate the kind of sex they’d had as a married couple. Right now, she wanted raw. She wanted real. She wanted him.

  “I want you,” she told him. “I want you.”

  She gasped as one of his thick fingers pushed inside her. Her face was slack with passion, but inside she was smiling. As badly as he wanted her, he’d never risk hurting her. He wasn’t going to slam in before she was ready. Before he made her ready.

  “So tight,” he growled, adding another finger and twisting his hand, opening her up for him.

  He worked her deliciously. His scent was familiar, his presence, but the way he touched her felt shockingly new. There was nothing rote in his touch. He wasn’t doing his due diligence. He was reveling in the wet of her. The slide. The silk. His breath fanned over her back as he leaned down to bite her again. She felt him move against her and heard the rustle of his clothing.

  “You want me, baby? You want to feel just how bad I’ve wanted you for years?”

  “Show me,” she told him. “Prove it. Prove it to me.”

  White lightning arced through May as he took her firmly by the hips, holding her in place, and drove himself into her, high and hard. She couldn’t help but immediately rise up on the palms of her hands, arching her back as she came to all fours. She threw her head back enough to stare at the ceiling. She searched the air for any sign that this was real, that this was really happening. She hadn’t felt pleasure this acute in her entire life, even in the other times she’d been with him. She was pinned in place by him. He was holding her in place to endure ecstasy. And wasn’t that just always the truth with him? Heaven was hers. As long as she stayed with him.

  Stay or go.

  Stay or go.

  Staystaystay.

  “Goddamn,” he cursed, clearly as destroyed by their connection as she was. One of his hands slicked down her back, chasing shadows out of the dip of her spine. She expected him to lean down and whisper sweet things in her ear. But he shocked her instead by gripping her firmly at the shoulder, holding her still as he let her acclimate to the sheer size of his invasion.

  She pushed back against him and it was all the clues he needed. She cried out when he pulled halfway out and shoved back into her. She reveled in the obscenity of his flesh slapping against hers. It was like porn. But with someone she loved and trusted. Did it get any better
than that?

  May tossed her chin over her shoulder and was shocked to realize that he was still completely clothed. He’d merely pulled his sweatpants and boxer briefs down to mid thigh. It was so rude, so hungry, so desperate, as if he hadn’t been able to wait another second. She reveled in that too.

  He caught her eye for a moment, but then his eyes were back down, staring at her ass, at her shadows, at the place where his body mated with hers.

  “Years, May,” he growled, meeting her eyes again. “I’ve been starving for you for years. Every time you get a new fucking outfit. Every time I come over and you’re fresh out of the shower. Your laugh. Your voice on the phone. Your goddamn body.”

  His body was grinding high up inside hers and with each word he just sort of grated them against each other, he was barely even pulling out. He lifted his other hand then and now he had a two-handed grip on her shoulders as he started to truly give it to her.

  She watched for another moment as he stared blankly up at the ceiling and then dropped his chin to his chest as he stroked into her.

  And then, no matter how good the view was, she couldn’t ignore the sensations anymore. She faced forward and spread her legs even wider, giving him absolutely everything. Her entire existence was shrunk down to the place between her legs. He was hot and so unbelievably hard. She felt her body grip him on each stroke, as if she couldn’t bear to let him pull out, even an inch. It was an uncontrollable reaction.

  The intensity of this position was the turn-on of all turn-ons, but she already knew she wouldn’t be able to come this way without added assistance. She lifted one of her hands and was just trailing it down her stomach when he caught her at the wrist.

  “Just me,” he told her.

  “What?”

  He’d gone still behind her, buried nine inches deep. He grunted, held her hips, and pulled out of her all the sudden. “This is mine,” he told her. “Just me. You need something, anything, you come to me. You hear me? Just me.”

  And then, still on all fours, May felt his mouth land on her womanhood. She yelped and stiffened. He’d never gone down on her in this position before. It was vulnerable and messy and so freaking hot her fingers curled in the comforter beneath her.

  His tongue plunged into her, tasting every bit of her channel while his fingers, slick with her own wetness, started playing with her clit. He rolled and circled and teased. He was ruthless and giving all at once. Her fists unclenched and she went up to her fingertips as her body spooled up, winding tighter and tighter. Her legs trembled, shaking with the intensity of the moment, of her pleasure, of the position.

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, he flipped her again, so that she was on her back, gasping, panting, moaning. He came down over her, but tipped off to one side, laying his big body over one of her stretched legs and pushing the other one open. His mouth came onto her again, from the side. She could feel his hardness against her calf as he pumped against her, still lubricated with her own wetness.

  His mouth was imprecise and demanding and starving and her orgasm gathered in her belly, just out of reach. At the last second, he slammed two fingers inside of her, curving them up and stroking her g spot. He suckled her intently, petting and sucking and grinding.

  May screamed hoarsely as her body arched, out of control. She felt all the air in-between her atoms collapse away. She was compressed down into nothing, simply flattened by pleasure that squeezed down on her like an unforgiving fist. It had her by the throat. She was drowning in it, crushed down by it. And then, all at once, the feeling exploded out, releasing her from its crushing grip and lighting sparklers in every cell of her body. Her toes cramped as she came, her voice gave out, her body a perfect curve as he took everything and she gave and gave and gave it.

  ***

  Literally nothing had ever been hotter than that in all of Rook’s life. He fought for breath as he nuzzled his face into her lower belly, his fingers still buried inside of her. She hadn’t wanted a trip down memory lane? Well, this was certainly new for him. He’d never had sex like this in his entire life. He felt like a different species. Like something ancient and dangerous had just woken up within him.

  He’d never, in his life wanted a woman as badly as he was wanting May at that very moment. He was wet with sweat and her desire, his clothes stuck to him, he was ungodly hot, his muscles tense and hard. He fought for breath. She was limp and gasping underneath him, spread open, her underwear stretched to one side and her arms thrown over her head. They were complete opposites. He was clothed and unbelievably tense. She was buck naked and replete.

  Well, if she was still giving, he was still taking. He reared back off of her, settling himself on his heels between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her halfway up his thighs, positioning her. Her eyes flew open and her arms stretched even further over her head.

  “Yes?” he rasped, his chest pistoning in and out.

  “Mmm,” she lazily moaned, rocking her head to one side. Then she lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind his back, dragging herself up until her wetness played with the hard tip of him.

  He growled and grabbed himself by the base, guiding himself into her, giving it to her inch by inch. When he was halfway in, he plunged the rest of the way and she did that arching live-wire thing again that just absolutely wrecked him.

  “May,” he groaned, grabbing her by the ass and settling her more firmly against him. He couldn’t take his eyes from where he was disappearing inside of her. Nothing had ever looked better. Or more right. Or hotter. It was like watching himself come home over and over again.

  A memory flashed in his head, the night they’d lost their virginities together. And then another memory, the first time he’d come back from overseas. He’d gotten home late at night and Ricky was asleep. May had waited up for him. When he’d gotten through the front door, they hadn’t made it more than three steps before he was inside her. She’d scratched his back so thoroughly, his army buddies had given him shit for weeks when he got back to the base.

  But this? This wasn’t like that. Because she wasn’t clawing the hell out of him, she wasn’t taking everything she needed. No, she was a languid, writhing ribbon of passion underneath him. She was letting him take from her. She was giving to him.

  Her breasts bounced as he stroked into her, her mouth open and her eyes burning into his. He couldn’t take it. He needed her closer. He leaned forward and slid his hands under her back, picking her up and slamming their chests together. His fingers found their way into the tangle of her hair as he banded his other arm around her hips and anchored her to him. He was slamming up into her, shaking the bed. Her legs were locked around his back and her fingers digging into his back. There wasn’t room for anything between them, not air, not light, not even their past.

  She rode him hard and relentlessly, and as they beat against one another, he realized that there was no taking or giving. They were just both doing this to one another, for themselves, for each other.

  Their mouths found one another and her dark flavor destroyed him. Their tongues found the same rhythm that their bodies had and he realized that she was holding her breath against him. He did the same, gasping when she did and holding his breath when she did. It made his release balloon inside him as sweat slicked down his back and chest. She was on his lap and they were completely wrapped in one another, but he completely forgot about the position of his body as his focus narrowed down to the drugging heat between her legs. He thought about nothing but pleasure.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” he gritted, his teeth scraping hers as he spoke.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Yes. Me too.”

  “Where?” he asked with his last ounce of sanity. “Where do you want me to come?”

  “Don’t stop!” she shouted, grinding herself against his pelvic bone, her fingers clawing at his shoulder blades and her tongue warring with his.

  “Baby,” he warned, “tell me where you want it.”

 
; “So close!” She threw her head back and rode him hard, his vision blackened.

  “May!”

  “Me,” she moaned, lifting her head and looking him in the eye. “Me.”

  And then her pupils dilated hard, her mouth fell open and her slick silk tightened down almost painfully on his manhood.

  He groaned through clenched teeth, his hand in a fist in her hair as his hips jutted up, losing himself to the hilt inside of her. He came in a roaring, bright jet stream of pleasure. He hadn’t known pleasure could be this violent, could hurt so good. It went on and on, emptying him, his muscles spasming, his blood a single, racing organism in his body. All darkness fell away from his soul, his mind, his heart. He was nothing but light and ecstasy as he gave her everything, every good thing he’d ever felt.

  They collapsed in a messy, sweaty pile on top of her bed. Rook breathed hard and fought the spots dotting his vision. He’d seriously just come so hard he worried he might pass out. It was almost as if she’d just exorcised every worry, every sadness, every anxiety he’d felt over the last weeks. She’d torn it all out of him and left behind nothing but a disorienting, tingling euphoria.

  She started to wiggle underneath him and he felt his euphoria dim a little.

  Great. He knew what came next. She was going to get away from him fast, kick him out, and remind him that this had been a one-off.

  He fought the urge to pin her in place and instead, planted his hands to give her a little space. He rolled off of her and winced when his half-hard erection dislodged from her welcoming heat.

  He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling, waiting for her to say something that would put a little distance between them.

  “God, you must be so uncomfortable.”

  He turned to the side to see her laying with her head propped up, content as a cat as she surveyed him.

  “Hmm?”