Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)

by Toni Aleo

  Her eyes narrowed and he grinned. “Don’t try me, Paxton.”

  “Oh, baby, I’m not trying. I’m actually about to beg. Here, let me take your pants off for you,” he breathed, pulling down her sweats and thong, throwing them to the ground. Drinking her in, he bit into his lip, shaking his head. Her body was beautiful, all flushed, and her pussy was so pretty, her lips shining with her arousal. He wanted to drop his lips to her, suck her into his mouth, but he liked her idea better. Swallowing hard, he looked back up at her face and then nodded. “Please, don’t let me stop you.”

  She eyed him, her breathing heavy as she held his gaze. The challenge was in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure if it was her hotness or her never-back-down stare that had his body taut. Her eyes were so dark, so gorgeous, and fuck, he wasn’t sure he could handle this. Moving her tongue along her bottom lip, she closed her eyes a little and his breath caught.

  Yup, he was a goner.

  “Are you serious?” she gasped, her hands slowly going down her belly, stopping right at her beautiful, plump pussy. “You want me to?”

  He could only nod as she traced the outline of her lips with her forefingers. Swallowing hard, he watched as she moved her fingers up to his mouth. “I need some wetness, please.”

  “Baby, that pussy is good and wet, I can promise you that,” he somehow managed to get out and she shrugged.

  “Maybe I just want your mouth on me?”

  Fuck, where had this sex kitten come from? Taking her fingers into his mouth, he locked his gaze on hers. He swirled his tongue around her fingers, flicking his tongue at the tips, causing her breath to hitch as she watched him. After pulling them from his mouth, she moved them between her swollen lips and into her delectable center. Breathless, he watched as she moved them along her clit, inside of her and out, her eyes never leaving him. A shiver ran down his spine and his cock; it was rock hard, begging to come out.

  He almost brought it out, but he couldn’t move. But then, licking her lips, she reached out with her other hand, moving her fingers along the bulge in his sweats, still pleasuring herself. Closing his eyes, he arched into her hand, unsure if he could handle much more. She kept him on the edge, and he was really about to embarrass himself. Or so he thought.

  Suddenly, her hand was in his pants, pulling his cock out into her soft, cold palm. He cried out from the sensation, and she grinned before sitting up and moving to him, taking the tip of him in her mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he hissed, his hand coming up into her hair. It was in a ponytail, so he quickly undid it, her hair spilling onto her shoulders only for a second before he balled it up in his hands, squeezing as she took him into her hot fucking mouth. “Mmm, yeah, baby,” he urged her as she sucked him in, all the way to the back of her throat, and then back out.

  He couldn’t handle it. She was pleasing him and herself, and he wasn’t sure what to watch, what to do, for that matter. So he just felt, his eyes falling shut as she continued to wreak havoc on his body. When she gasped, crying out against his cock, he sucked in a breath as she came, her body jerking forward, his cock going farther down her throat and causing her to gag. Backing up, she glanced up at him, desire swirling in those green depths, and he knew he couldn’t come like this.

  No, he had to be inside her.

  Moving out of her mouth, he went to lay her down, but she pushed him back against the pillows, reaching for his pants and pushing them fully down his legs and onto the floor. A cute little grin sat on her lips as she undid her bra, and he threw off his shirt before she climbed into his lap, her wet center sliding against his engorged, sensitive flesh. He hissed out a breath, and their mouths joined as she rocked against him, making him completely and utterly crazy.

  Still kissing him, she went up on her knees before reaching for him and directing him inside her. To his oblivion. She lowered onto him, their moans filling the room as their eyes met and the world stopped. Reaching up, he cupped her face, and everything inside him was on fire. This woman. Fuck, this gorgeous fucking woman. Leaning his head to hers, he whispered, “I’m so glad you came and almost got arrested.”

  She grinned against his lips, her nose brushing his as she clenched herself around him. “I would do it again if this is what waited for me.”

  His eyes searched hers, and he wondered if she was feeling what he was. Hell, what was he feeling? But before he could even figure that out, she was moving up and down on his cock, sending him into another universe, slowly and almost painfully. Holding her ass, he wanted to go deeper. He wanted to feel her all over him, but she was drawing out each movement, blowing his mind and making him crazy all at once.

  “Faster,” he said, smacking her ass, which she glared at.

  “Shh, this is a good speed. It’s nice,” she said slowly, undulating on top of him.

  “I want more.”

  “More?”

  “Yes, fuck,” he said, sliding his arms beneath her legs and lifting her as he went up on his knees. “Faster,” he said more forcefully before jackhammering up into her, her body slapping against his. Crying out, she hung on as he went deeper and deeper, her whole body clenching around his.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she panted, her body jerking against his, her pussy squeezing his with another release. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose into her neck as his body jerked. Then he was arching up into her, his body stilling with his own orgasm. It shook him to the core.

  The fucking core.

  As she gasped for breath, her body squeezed his while he pulsated inside of her, his body shaking from the aftershocks of one hell of an orgasm.

  God, he had never come so hard in his life.

  Never.

  Whoa.

  Panting, he held her like that for a long time as she drew in deep breaths. Kissing her neck, her jaw, and then the side of her mouth, he opened his eyes to find her smiling at him.

  “Faster, huh?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, faster.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck tighter, she kissed him again, her lips lingering against his as they both pulled in air. Laying them down slowly, he pulled out of her and moved his thumb slowly along her face.

  “I think we should do this every time I come home late,” he suggested and she giggled, the most heavenly sound, as she pressed her chest to his, her heart still beating out of control.

  “I bet you do,” she said, sleepily. “God, you wear me out.”

  “Glad I’m not the only one,” he said, exhaling a long breath. “Round two will commence in a jiffy.”

  She bubbled with laughter. “A jiffy?”

  “Yeah, shh. Rest your eyes, but do not go to sleep,” he demanded, setting her with a look. “We both remember what happened last time,” he teased and she smacked his arm, a sheepish grin on her face.

  “I’m not going to leave yet. But I do need to go before Angie wakes up.”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  He moved his hand along her back and then down the curve of her ass. She shook with a shiver before looking up at him. Gliding her fingers along his jaw and the coarse hair, she whispered, “I like being with you, Benji.”

  Turning his head to her, he smiled. “Like? Shit, sweetheart. I love being with you. Highlight of my day—hell, my year.”

  Her eyes widened a little bit and then her sweet lips curved as she nuzzled against him. “Well, then.”

  “Just saying.”

  “So I guess you like me.”

  “Like? Yeah, I guess.” She shook against him with a giggle. “Do you like me?”

  “Nerd. Yes. Or I wouldn’t be here.”

  “Just making sure,” he said simply as her nose moved along his shoulder. “You can be hard to read through all the sass and excuse after excuse.”

  “I’m gonna stab you.”

  “And threats. Lots of threats.”

  She giggled. “If it’s so bad…”

  “Please, you’re a teddy bear,” he scoffed. “A prickly one, but a teddy bear.”


  “You’re insane.”

  “I know.”

  She didn’t say anything for a moment and then she looked up at him, digging her chin into his shoulder. “You told Jayden about us?”

  He smiled in the hopes it would defuse some of her anger. “I wanted to make sure it was okay for me to proceed with you.”

  She eyed him. “And if he would have said no?”

  “I would have lost a really good friend,” he said automatically. “’Cause I’m not ending this with you. Whatever this is.”

  Her lips quirked as she looked at his neck, drawing in a breath through her nose. “You told the cop I’m your girlfriend.”

  “And you said I was your friend,” he reminded her and she looked up at him.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to admit you’re my boyfriend.”

  He’d figured that, so he shrugged. “Labels are overrated, anyway—”

  “But I want to try,” she admitted and his face broke into a grin. “It’s insanely early and it’s probably dumb. But I agree, we aren’t fuck buddies. You mean more than that, but we really haven’t dug into who we are. And it worries me that you might not want to be my boyfriend when you see all of me.”

  He eyed her. “I mean, the same could go for me, babe. So, we can jump in or we can keep skirting the edges.”

  She looked away, chewing her lip. “What do you want to do?” she asked then and he reached for her, tipping her face up to his.

  “I want to be with you. Everything else will fall into place.”

  Her eyes lit up as she leaned into his hand. “That sounds like a plan.”

  “I thought so,” he said with a nod. He felt good about where they were. He wanted more, but he understood she had to be comfortable too. He didn’t want to rush them, he didn’t want to burn them out, he wanted this to last.

  Kissing her forehead, he nuzzled against her as she whispered, “If I close my eyes, I’ll fall asleep.”

  He nodded, his lips dragging against her forehead. “Well, then, we need something else to do.”

  “The sex?”

  He scoffed. “Not yet.”

  She looked up at him just as he looked down at her, and they both smiled. “Bath?”

  Her eyes lit up. “Bath!”

  Of course, Benji’s gorgeous house would have an even more gorgeous bathroom. Everything was very modern, two vanities that were probably the size of her whole bathroom back at her old apartment. It was crazy and amazing, and she never wanted to leave. The shower was completely glass, with three different showerheads and even a place for someone to sit. It was really nice. But that wasn’t the best part. No, it was the huge garden tub that would probably fit the whole Assassins team in it. All this for one man—it was such a depressing thought.

  “Why did you buy this big ol’ house for just you?” she asked as she lowered deeper into the hot water, the spa going, the jets hitting her in the ribs. It felt so good. Even with all the room in the tub, she sat between Benji’s legs, her back to his chest as his hands slid up and down her thighs.

  “Well, not only did I love the way it looked, but I also wanted a big house so I could fill it with a family one day.”

  She smiled. “I’m pretty sure there aren’t many men like you,” she said, cuddling closer into him. A bath had been a good idea and she wished she didn’t have to leave, but she only had three more hours until she had to head home. She had even set her alarm just to make sure.

  “We are a rare breed,” he teased against her ear and she giggled, squirming against his lips. “Women need to pay attention to the dorky, geeky guys.”

  “Guess so, but I wouldn’t put you in that category.”

  “No?”

  “No, you’re too hot.”

  He smiled. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah, after I decided you weren’t a child molester, I thought you were hot.”

  He paused, a little disbelief in his voice as he asked, “You thought I was a child molester?”

  “Hey, I was mad. All men were either pedophiles or assholes.”

  “Man, damn that Jayden,” he muttered, kissing her jaw. “But, hey, look at you now. I think you knew all along I was okay.”

  “Yeah, okay, I guess,” she teased, and when his fingers bit into her thighs as he nibbled on her neck, it caused her to giggle. “I was a bitch. I’m sorry.”

  “Another apology. Wow.”

  “Shh, take it and run,” she said and he kissed her hard on the cheek.

  Holding her close, he kissed her neck and then her jaw once more. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  “Me either,” she whispered. “This is nice, and this kind of stuff doesn’t really happen for me.”

  “Because you don’t let it and no one ever wants to try to fight you for you.”

  Her lips tilted. “So you wanted to fight me for me?”

  “Um, yeah, and I still will,” he declared, his arms coming around her belly, hugging her from behind. “As long as you want me to.”

  “No one fights for me. I do the fighting.”

  He smiled against her cheek. “Well, how about you fight for what you need to fight for, and I’ll fight for you.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I don’t either, I just want to be there for you,” he said honestly and she smiled, her body trembling with happiness.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “Good,” he decided, kissing her once more, his hands moving along her stomach. Silently, they relaxed, the water so warm and soothing against her skin. Her eyes fell shut as she cuddled against Benji’s thick, gorgeous body. He was covered in bruises, but it wasn’t a surprise to her. He was a hockey player, a defenseman who blocked a lot of shots. They were kind of sexy. “I have a question.”

  Opening her eyes, she said, “Okay?”

  “There is a tattoo on the back of your neck. Explain.”

  She smiled as he moved her hair off her neck, running his fingers along the ink. “It’s for my family,” she said softly, moving her hands up his thighs. “We all have Sinclair written somewhere on us, I added the peonies to mine along with Angie’s name.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Thanks,” she said and then she sucked in a deep breath.

  She needed to ask about his tattoo, but before she could, he said, “Another question.”

  “Inquisitive today,” she teased and he chuckled against her ear.

  “Yeah, so River Moore, Baylor’s dad, is not your real dad. But he’s marrying your mom, right?”

  Lucy nodded. “Aw, you listen when I bitch.”

  “You do it a lot, so yeah,” he teased and she elbowed him in the gut, not hard but he faked hurt anyway. “Meanie.” He didn’t mean it as he chuckled against her cheek. “Anyway, before you beat me up, where is your real dad? Do you know him?”

  She paused and leaned her head into his. “Yeah, my mom and dad got divorced about three years ago, give or take.”

  “Oh, you never speak of him.”

  “’Cause I hate him,” she said simply. “He broke our happy home. My family is so close, all of us. I mean, Jude shits glitter. Everyone knows in seconds, we’re that close.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I can tell.”

  “Yeah, well, even though my dad was kind of tough on us, he was our dad and we loved him. But come to find out, he had another life with another woman. Broke my mom’s heart, broke all our hearts. Over the years, he’s just kept on being shitty. Like, he’s never apologized to any of us, and he just keeps causing issues.”

  “Wow. That’s sad.”

  “Oh, you have no clue. He almost physically fought my three brothers. He stalled on the divorce and cut my mom off financially when she was stay-at-home mom, so she had to go back to work. He refused to let the boys get access to their trust funds to help our mom. Then he tried to buy Jayden back, but Jayden hates him the most, so there was no help there. But Jace, he just wants to be loved, you know? He wants his whole fami
ly together, and my dad tried to buy him to keep him from all of us because Jace was in a bind with his wife and they were pregnant. It was a mess.” She inhaled deeply. “Wow, I really went off there. Sorry. Gosh.”

  What in the hell? She never did that. Never talked about her dad.

  All of a sudden, she had diarrhea of the mouth.

  This guy… Man…

  “No, I want to know. I’m sorry that happened, baby. That blows.”

  “Yeah, he’s a dick, which is why I don’t talk about him. It just sucks ’cause Angie loves him so much, and he’s always been good to her. But I can’t do it. Sometimes I feel like such a piece of shit for not allowing him time with her, but I’m still so mad at him.”

  “Has he tried to see her?”

  “Once or twice, but I can’t, and I know that makes me a shitty person.”

  But Benji shook his head. “You know what’s best for your daughter. You’re her mother, Lucy. You have to trust your gut.”

  “Yeah, exactly,” she said, turning to look at him. “Like, what if he tries to buy her off? She’s young and impressionable, and fucking Rick already does enough of that. So, no, I can’t do it.”

  “And you shouldn’t have to. Come here, it’s okay,” he said, cuddling her in his arms. “You need a hug, you’re all riled up. Sorry I asked,” he murmured against her cheek.

  “No, it’s fine. He just bugs me.”

  “Understandable.”

  For a moment, she thought she’d said too much, but then, wasn’t that what a relationship was? Talking about stuff you didn’t like? And Benji did it wonderfully. He listened like he always did and it was nice. Really nice. Leaning into him, she closed her eyes, feeling completely content. Something she hadn’t felt a lot unless she was with him. That should be a blinking sign in her face that he was becoming more, but she had her blinders on because she liked the way he felt. Was that such a bad thing?

  When it was just them, alone, with nothing from the outside world in the way, she was good. Walls down, she was happy. It was the thought of everyone knowing that she liked him, Angie knowing, and ultimately Rick, that had her sick to her stomach. Angie would handle it like she did everything else—head on, fast, and with zero cares—unless Lucy was upset and then she would be upset. Lucy couldn’t have that. She couldn’t stress her baby out. Her family would get too excited way too quickly. Knowing her mother, she’d want to have a double wedding, and Lucy could handle that, but she couldn’t handle Rick. Knowing her luck, he’d run Benji off, and in the end, break Lucy’s heart all over again.