by J. M. Walker
“Beg me, Jay,” he bellowed, leaning his hand on the wall for support.
“Let me come. Please, let me come!” I screamed.
“Fucking come for me. Open your sweet body,” he yelled, bending me over and digging his fingers into my hips. His balls slapped against my clit, his dick reaching that bundle of nerves that was desperate and wanted to explode. “Come. Now!”
At that point, I broke. The release shattered through me. It was so hard, I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t make a sound as his cock forced a second orgasm out of me.
“Keep coming for me, Jay.” His hand grazed down my spine before landing a hard swat on my ass.
My heart beat against my ribcage, the blood pounding in my ears. And then I screamed.
He grunted in satisfaction, his thrusts prolonging the orgasm. His hips slowed to a stop. Pulling me to an upright position, he held me against him. “Do you want more?” he asked, kissing my cheek and cupping my throat.
I nodded, holding his arm. He was still inside me, hard and throbbing. I breathed through the onslaught of pleasure brewing somewhere in the pit of my core.
He slid from my body and took off the rest of his clothes. “Bend over the edge of the bed.”
I never gave in to demands, but at that point, he could tell me to do anything and I would have. I did as he said, gripping the blanket tight in my hands.
A hard body loomed over mine. “So beautiful,” he whispered, brushing my hair off my neck. “Do you know how difficult it was for me not to fucking rip open your body at the gallery? I’ve had a raging hard-on for this sweet pussy since the first day I met you.”
I grinned, turning onto my back. His dick stood at attention. Hard and erect. Full and mine. I cleared my throat. “I knew you couldn’t resist me,” I said, pulling myself up higher on the bed.
He grabbed my feet, spinning back onto my stomach. “I think it’s the other way around.” He spread my legs, crawling between my knees. “Your pussy is hungry for me. Two orgasms didn’t satisfy you? What have these fuckers been doing to you all this time?”
“Nothing that two hands can’t cure.” I moaned when he thrust two fingers back into my body.
“Well, princess,” he breathed against my neck, rubbing his thumb against the tight spot at my rear. “I’m going to show you exactly what I can do. Think this pretty little ass can handle me?”
I swallowed several times.
He replaced his thumb with his wet fingers, lubricating a piece of me that had never been touched before. “I’ll be gentle, baby.”
“Yeah. Right,” I scoffed. “There’s nothing gentle about you.”
Sin wrapped his hand in my hair, rubbing the tip of him between my ass cheeks. “You don’t want me to be gentle. Do you?”
“No,” I blurted before I could catch myself. Fuck.
“Hold on, Jay.” His teeth nipped at my neck, raining tiny bites along my shoulder blades. “I’m going to rip your body open.”
***
I woke sometime during the night with a heavy arm draped over me. My body hurt in places I never knew could hurt. I was sore from the multiple times Sin had used me during the night. And sticky from the several releases he had given me. God, he was amazing. He was captivating. Dark and mysterious. A story hid behind his eyes and I found myself wanting to break his walls down.
He stirred beside me, rubbing his face into the crook of my neck. I had never spent the night with a man and been thankful for it. I never knew what it was like to have a man in my bed who I wanted to be there. Who I wanted to spend another night with. Who I craved.
Rolling onto my side, my eyes popped open. We were in my bed. No man had ever been in my bed. Shit. I was too tired to do anything about it. Already I had broken a rule because of this man. This mind-blowing, hot-as-hell man who could give me orgasms just from his words.
Sin pulled the blankets higher up my body before tightening his hold around my waist. His large hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my pierced nipple. It wasn’t meant to turn me on. It felt possessive, like an owning. But it wasn’t possible. Not yet. Not when we didn’t know each other.
I sighed, snuggling into him. My ass brushed against his semi-hard cock, my core quivering. It clenched, a slight pain erupting through me at the many times his body had filled mine. I could remember every inch of him. I could still feel the rigid length inside of me. Every single inch of me.
My throat burned, remembering the rough way he had fucked my mouth.
“On your knees, girl.”
Fuck me. His words. Sin dominated me in ways I had fantasized about for years. He took me to new heights, new pleasures, showing me that my body enjoyed everything he could give it. He made me feel desired, like I was the most precious treasure he ever had the pleasure of gazing his eyes upon.
I lowered to my knees, licking my lips as he held his dick in his large hand.
“Open. I’m going to fuck your throat.” His eyes darkened with mischief. “Think you can handle it?”
Oh, I knew I could.
And I did. Over and over again. He had choked me, telling me after that he would train me to deep throat him without gagging. I looked forward to it.
My stomach twisted. Rules, Jay.
Yeah, I was so screwed. He knew it. I knew it. But I would never admit it. One time with him and I was breaking. I became weak when he was around. My control slipped just from one of his dark stares.
“Jay.” Sin shifted beside me, throwing his leg over mine. “Sleep, baby.”
I was antsy, not happy with myself that I let him into my bed. Fuck the rules. I reached between us, grabbing onto his length.
“Tell me,” he demanded, thrusting his hips with the movements of my hand.
“Tell me your name first,” I demanded, keeping a firm hold on his cock.
He chuckled.
The deep gravel of his voice rumbled through me, vibrating through my bones. “Tell me.”
“Angel.” He pushed my knee up to my chest, lining his body up with mine. “My name is Angel Rodriguez.” His hand wrapped around my throat. “Now scream it.”
JAY SCREAMING my name set off something inside of me. The sounds reverberated through my soul, cracking it into pieces until all I felt was her. In the beginning, when I had set out for Jay, I had every intention of making it a one-time thing. But there was something about her that made me want more. She was a drug, and I was addicted.
It had been a couple of hours since I fucked her senseless, but judging by the semi-hard erection I sported, I was good to go again. I could also rub one out. Next time, I would do it for her. Let her watch. Let her see what she did to me. I could strap her down; tie her to my bed and keep her there until she begged. Again. I never realized how much it would turn me on until the words left her mouth.
She stirred beside me, a soft sigh escaping her delicious mouth.
“Sleep, princess.” I kissed her shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I pulled myself from her grip and got dressed, leaving the warmth of Jay’s bed and body.
Before leaving the room, I glanced back at her sleeping form. The sheets were wrapped around her waist, exposing her back. My mouth watered, itching to taste her again and kiss and suck every inch of her. My dick twitched. She would be the death of me. And I would be back for her.
I headed out into the vast room that held a bar, pool tables, and several tables and chairs. Coffee. That was what I needed first and foremost.
“Coffee?”
I turned at the sound of a female voice and found Max holding out a steaming mug.
“Did you take care of my girl?”
“You should ask her that,” I said, grabbing the mug from her.
She laughed. “I’m Max.”
“I know.” Sitting on the stool, I took a sip of the coffee, letting the peaceful bliss wash over me.
“And you are?”
“Angel Rodriguez.�
�� Thoughts of Jay screaming my name the night before almost rendered me breathless. It brought forth the animal within. The beast who wanted to rip her apart, giving her everything she craved and fulfill all of her waking desires.
“Nice to meet you, Angel. I should say this before whatever—” Max waved a hand in front of her “—happens between you and Jay.”
“I’m listening.” I placed the mug on the counter and crossed my arms under my chest.
“If you hurt her, I will gut you where you sleep, letting you bleed out until you die in your own puddle of filth.”
I blinked once. Twice. And then threw my head back and laughed. “Fuck, I think you’re my new best friend.”
Her eyes twinkled. “I aim to please.”
“I could say the same about you and Dale.”
“Uh…” Her cheeks reddened. “There is nothing going on there.”
Not that she cared to admit, at least. I knew how Dale worked. He would inch his way into a woman’s life, take over her mind, body, and soul. There had been one. Always one that rips your heart out and leaves you standing alone and falling to pieces.
“Besides, Dale is after a good time. Nothing else.” She shrugged, running a finger around the ring of the mug.
Huh, interesting. “He’s a good guy. Be patient with him.”
She nodded once and grabbed some more coffee. “More?” she offered.
“No, thank you.” My phone rang. “Yeah.”
“Shit, man. Where the hell have you been?” Dale barked, demanding answers that he wouldn’t get.
“Out.”
“The boss is asking for you. He’s pissed, Angel.”
Fucking great. “I’m on my way.”
***
“You went against orders. You and your no bullshit attitude is going to get you and your men killed.”
I stood with my hands at my sides, my back rigged and straight, taking in all that my boss threw at me.
Colonel Eric Vega ripped me a new one. Yelling about morals, the safety of my men, disobeying strict orders, blah blah fucking blah. He also told me I should have reported to him first before fucking off and doing whatever it was that I did.
Jay. I did her good and hard. Fuck me, my dick hurt from the many times I had taken her. Her tight body squeezed me like a vice, her warm mouth sucking me dry. Her moans and pleas for more—
“Angel.”
Clearing my throat, I glanced at Vega.
“Pay attention,” he barked and continued to tear me apart.
I knew everything he was telling me. I never once forced my men to do anything they weren’t inclined to do. I gave them a direct order, and they followed. Willing and ready. We worked well together. Vice-One was more than a team; we were family. Brothers. Not by blood, but by power, strength and commitment alone. I loved them like they were my own. They were a part of me.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes, Colonel,” I mumbled.
“Tell me what I said then.” Vega leaned back in his seat, tenting his fingers and waited.
“Keep my men safe. Stop being an asshat, and think about what I do before I do it.”
Vega sighed. “You are one of the best. I know this. Your team knows this, but you’re going to get yourself killed.”
“Those women needed to be saved.”
“You were under direct orders to head back to base. You shouldn’t have been in there in the first place, Angel. That was not the mission. That is not your fucking job. You know that. You did what you were set out to do, what you were sent on the mission for in the first place.”
“I—”
Vega slammed his fist down on the top of the desk. “No. No fucking arguments this time. You’re going on unpaid leave until I need you again.”
“Excuse me?”
Dark eyes narrowed at me. “Do not question my authority. You’re lucky I don’t fucking send you home for good.”
I bit back a smirk, knowing it would never happen. I was the best. But being on leave would be shitty as hell.
Vega waved his hand. “You’re dismissed. I’m giving you a month to get your shit together. When you come back, if this I-am-an-island crap happens again, I will do everything in my power to make sure you never step onto SEAL soil again. Understood?”
I gritted my teeth and nodded.
“Leave.”
I turned around and left the office, heading to the locker room. People passed me, clapping me on the back, congratulating me on saving four women. I ignored them. Not paying attention in the least at the praise. I was staying home. For a month. And didn’t that just make me feel even more like a failure?
MY BODY hurt. My muscles tensed, rippling over my bones. I stretched and moved, rolling over onto my side to find the spot beside me empty. My heart pained. I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit disappointed that Angel was no longer next to me.
Sighing, I sat up and saw a piece of paper on my nightstand. Knowing it was probably a note that said he had a good time, thanks for the lay, and so on, I braced myself. Even though I had treated men the same way, an unexpected hope that Angel wouldn’t do it to me, fluttered through me.
Princess,
I now own every single inch of you.
Angel
A shiver rippled down my spine, remembering where he had been a couple of hours before. The way he moved inside of me was like a feral beast staking claim on its mate. Oh dear God. The things he did to me had never crossed my mind with any other man. Angel Rodriguez was the epitome of every sinful desire I had. Every dark secret. Every fetish and fantasy. He dominated my body and took control, giving me the greatest pleasure in return.
My thumb brushed over his phone number, itching to call him. All I had was his company number but my body was desperate. To have him back inside me. To just…talk. Shit.
Getting dressed, I grabbed my cut and headed out into the hallway when Max rounded the corner.
“I met your man,” she sang, handing me a cup of coffee.
“He is not my man.” But I sure wished he was. God, what the hell is wrong with me? One sweat-soaked night with the man and I was falling in lust with him. Kill me now.
“Well, he’s something.” She winked. “But don’t worry. I threatened him for you.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Thanks, lover.”
“Anytime, hot stuff.” She smacked me on the ass and stepped in front of me, walking backward. “The girls are here. We thought of having the meeting outside since it’s a nice day. Is that cool with you?”
I nodded, knowing she had planned it to make me feel better. The subject of Angel spending the night in my bedroom went untouched but I knew she had questions. Her not asking about it grated on my nerves. Since when had she kept her thoughts to herself? “All right. Spill, Max. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“Why,” she feigned a gasp, “whatever do you mean?”
“I know you’re wondering why Angel slept in my room. I had no idea he was coming over. I came home, was about to take a shower, and then he showed up and, well, the rest is obvious.” Getting the words out lifted a heavy weight off of my chest. But giving up that control, even for a couple of hours, confused the hell out of me. Angel was the first man to take any sort of control from me, and I found myself liking it. It was freeing.
“I’m not wondering anything, Jay. If Angel slept in your room and came out alive, then it’s obvious he was meant to be there in the first place.” She turned and headed down the hallway, motioning for me to follow her.
But all I did was stand there and stare. She was right. Of course, she was always right. That was why she was the vice president. She kept me in line and helped keep my head out of my ass. My muscles tightened at that thought.
Angel.
Fucker.
Grumbling to myself about dominating, brooding men, I stormed out of the club and made my way outside. The bright sun seared its way into my eyes, burning my retinas. All r
ight, so maybe it wasn’t that extreme but I was in a mood. I was allowed a little dramatic flair every now and again.
“Jay, girl, news around the club is you had a fuck-tastic night?” Brogan slid off her bike and pulled off her helmet.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I mumbled, sitting on the blanket spread out on the grass.
“No need to comment,” she continued. “We all heard it.”
My head whipped around. “Excuse me? You bitches weren’t even here.”
“How do you know that?” She laughed.
I shook my head. “God, I hate you sometimes.”
She blew me a kiss and sat beside me. “No, you don’t.”
She was right. I didn’t but I was beginning to think about getting a new crew. Stupid men and their dark, possessive, man hands grabbing me and making me feel good and shit.
“Enough of this shit. Meeka.” I sat up straighter. “Did you find out anything?”
“I’m working on it,” she said, her voice small.
Her denial was beginning to irritate the fuck out of me. “Meeka.”
“Jay…” Max grabbed my arm, shaking her head. “Leave it alone.”
“How the hell can I leave it alone? We have people taking these girls, doing who knows what to them, and one of my own sisters knows shit but won’t say anything.” I turned back to Meeka. “Are you in trouble? Just tell me that. Please.”
“I’m fine,” was all she said.
“You can stay here. If you need to lay low for a while, this place is always open to you. You do have your own room,” I reminded her, but I didn’t like the sound of her words and the underlying fear hidden beneath them.
“Please be patient with me.” She glanced at each of us. “I know you don’t trust me right now, but please, give me time. Everything will get explained, I promise.”
“Fine, but I do expect answers whenever you are ready,” I said, my voice final.
She nodded.
I let out a sigh, stretching my legs out in front of me. “Any new prospects?”