Secret Obsession

by D. M. Mortier

  Colt eventually returned to his office, but it was a wasted endeavor. His thoughts were filled with visions of Imani, replaying on an endless reel of the lunch they just had: her lips removing the food from the fork, her expression at the different flavors stimulating her palate, and the sight of her in that white bodysuit. Damn! He was primed and almost combustible and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to convince himself that it wasn’t a good idea to return to the ranch and lock them away in the west wing of his house for the entire weekend. He was past caring about Sarah being there. Right then he was in the throes of such red-hot lust that he would fuck Imani with Sarah standing in the same room.

  As he impatiently packed up his gear to get the hell out of there, his PA came into his office to remind him of the charity dinner he was scheduled to attend later that night. He swore long and loud, terrifying the poor man into thinking that he’d done something wrong.

  After reviewing the program his PA had hurriedly left on his desk, Colt swore again, resigning himself to the fact that he had to attend the dinner. This charity event was a big deal. Even the governor and several state senators were going to be there. Going back to the ranch wasn’t happening any time soon.

  Chapter Ten

  Imani moaned loudly as suction on the hard tip of her breast intensified. With her hands held at the wrists above her head in a tight fist, she was penned beneath his weight.

  She’d had this dream for the second night in a row. At first it came because she’d been anticipating seeing him when she went into the city. But now that she’d seen him, touched him, and smelled him, the dream was even more vivid. She was on the periphery between sleep and wakefulness, and still the dream persisted. It felt so real. His skin was hot against hers. She never slept nude, except when she’d been with Colt. But it seemed that her nightgown was in tatters around her and his cock was aligned with her wet center. He was ravenous, growling and biting at the taut bud.

  Releasing her nipple as if sensing her semi-conscious state, he reached up and covered her lips in a ravenous kiss. Her beaded nipples were buried in the light carpet of hair on his chest, and the piercing need coursing through her made her writhe wildly.

  He tightened his fist around her wrists as he pressed his hard body against hers into the mattress. Sensation after sensation crushed through her at the feel of him dominating her. The rough stubble on his chin abrading her skin, the intoxicating taste of him on her tongue, and his hard pole snuggled between the lips of her soaked pussy, sliding up and down her swollen clit, all flooded her senses. His cock was thick and hard as steel, so hard that she felt every veiny ridge against her sensitive clit. Her pussy was drenched with her juices, so he easily slid that beautiful cock from her opening to the top of her slit, over and over again. There was a slight tinge of alcohol in the air as if he’d been drinking, and she easily tasted it on his tongue. Instead of repulsing her, she loved it. She sucked on his tongue and rolled her hips in time with his.

  She writhed and keened in her sleep, completely embracing the dream.

  He moved his lips from hers to trail down her neck, biting, sucking and licking along her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, and then finally to settle at the hard peaks, sucking her deep into his hot mouth even as he thrust his granite length up into her. He filled her, and she trembled at the incredible feel of his thick shaft deep inside of her. It was too much.

  She screamed as an explosive release rocked through her.

  It was the scream that did it. She’d almost convinced herself that she was still dreaming, except she couldn’t ignore the reality of Colt staring down at her. His turquoise gaze bore into her. And then she remembered that she was still angry with him.

  “Colt, stop,” she hissed, but even she could hear the lack of conviction in her demand.

  He stilled immediately.

  She whimpered in distress. “Don’t stop dammit!” She tried to get him to move in her.

  He took pity on her and rocked his hips inside of her again.

  Desire flooded her core all over again, but she still tried to hold on to her anger with him. “Colt, oh God, if you stop, I’ll kill you!”

  Colt laughed huskily.

  With her wrists still trapped in his fist, his hips wedged between her thighs, and the weight of his big body bearing her down, it was impossible for her to dislodge him. She pushed her hips up at him to try to move him, but it only drove him deeper inside of her. She had to admit that felt fuckin’ incredible, so she did it again, this time wrapping her legs around his waist and crossing her ankles higher up his back and fucking herself upward on his cock.

  “I missed you, baby,” he groaned. Still stroking into her, he gripped her breast and pinched the hard nipple.

  Arching her back to give him better access to her aching tips, she sobbed with need and swore at him to stop at the same time.

  Sliding his hand slowly down her damp body, a light sheen of sweat coating the surface of her skin, he palmed her ass and pumped into her.

  “You left me!”

  “I could never leave you,” he growled. “Even if I’m not here, I could never leave you.”

  “But you did!” Her voice was a high-pitched shriek even as he continued to thrust wildly, his balls slapping against her ass. She tightened her thighs around him, showing him that, despite her words, her actions clearly showed she wanted him to continue making love to her.

  “Ah, baby, I missed you,” he mumbled again with a slight slur in his voice.

  She held his feverous gaze, seeing the lust and adoration in his jeweled eyes. It was impossible not to respond. She closed her eyes in hopes of blocking it out, but the feel of him overwhelmed her senses, and she couldn’t stop the whimper of need from escaping her lips and her body from responding to his possession. Her internal muscles gripped around him like a vise. “I won’t forgive you.” She said it more to remind herself than to tell him.

  Colt chuckled darkly and powered into her harder.

  “Oh God!” she wailed

  He gave her an evil grin and ploughed into her with devastating force, making her scream his name.

  “Mine,” he growled and then glared down at her. “Say it,” he demanded. He swung his hips into her as though he wanted to stamp his ownership onto her.

  “Colt!” she cried out.

  “Yes, say my name.” He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her belly, drew her to her knees, and then drove into her from behind. She clutched her inner muscles around his shaft as he drilled so deep she felt him in her belly.

  He gripped her hair and plunged into her in bruising thrusts. He was wild and undisciplined, a man with no control, no finesse.

  She grew hoarse from her cries, but the chemistry between them soon had her again splintering in sizzling passion.

  He grew harder, if that was even possible, lengthening and stuffing her tight walls as he released in her, his seed flooding her core.

  Colt rolled to his side a few moments later, holding her against him, and was soon snoring lightly.

  Imani was weak from her release, but as soon as she had enough strength, she rolled away from him and swung her legs off the bed. She walked to her en-suite bathroom on unsteady legs, closing and locking the door behind her. She leaned against the door in despair. All of that anger she’d kept buried, waiting for him to show his face so she could tell him off, and she’d failed her spectacularly. Not only had she just let him fuck her stupid she would also have let him do it again if he hadn’t passed out. Her body still hummed with satisfaction at his recent possession, and she shivered anew as her pussy throbbed fiercely, as though searching for the feel of his thick cock in her.

  She’d learned something tonight though. He was just as affected by their separation as she was. She had no idea why he was making them suffer like this, but it was time for her to find out. No one could fake that kind of passion. His touch, his kiss, the way he made love to her was pure
unadulterated need. Was that lust, or was it love?

  She had no idea how long she remained in the bathroom, but when she finally dragged herself out, after getting her body under some control, she walked into the bedroom now with a new purpose. Instead of remaining angry and hurt, she’d find out exactly what was going on with him. She halted mid-way to the bed at the sound of his light snoring. He looked tired and peaceful.

  She looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed and realized that it was already almost two a.m. Crawling back into the bed to get a few more hours of sleep, she hugged the edge, trying desperately to not let her love for him cloud her judgment or impede her need to gain answers, tough answers but answers she’d need for them to move forward. However, just as she started to drift off to sleep, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. She sleepily tried to remove his arm, but it was like trying to move a boulder.

  He didn’t budge.

  She curled into his masculine heat and fell asleep.

  Imani woke a few hours later that morning to find the other side of her bed empty. A glance at the clock on the nightstand and she groaned aloud. It was almost noon. Never had she ever slept so late or so soundly. Thank God it was Saturday and she didn’t have to worry about keeping work hours. It was clear that she had no backbone where he was concerned. He had rolled her under him again during the night, and she’d taken him deep into her body. And when he’d woken up this morning, she was now blushing at how she’d crawled on top of him and it had been her turn to hold his massive arms above his head. She cringed at how wanton she’d gotten, riding him hard until they’d both climaxed together.

  As she stood under the warm spray of the shower, she resolved to do better. Today she would be strong, make him realize that, despite her feelings for him, she wasn’t going to be mistreated or disrespected. With him in mind, she dressed carefully and ensured her makeup and hair were flawless. Her motto, look good, feel good, resonated in her mind as she descended the stairs. She was brought up short, however, by the group of heavily armed men milling around at the foot of the staircase.

  Imani had no idea who they were. However, they looked as though they were military or possibly law enforcement because they all wore dark gray uniforms she didn’t recognize. Colt stood nearby talking to an older-looking gentleman. By the rigid set of Colt’s body, Imani could tell he was furious. They hadn’t seen her yet, so she stepped back behind a thick column and tried listening to the conversation going on below.

  Colt stared coldly at the smirking man before him. He’d underestimated Lippman. Never would he have anticipated the other man would dare come to his ranch to bring him in. The jackass clearly had a death wish.

  “What do you hope to gain by coming here and bringing armed escorts, Lippman?”

  Lippman laughed. “You don’t know? I thought I made myself very clear. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

  Colt easily maintained the same breathing pattern and heart rate even though he wanted nothing more than to flatten the fucker. He’d been in enough interrogations and in hostile situations to know that showing his emotions wasn’t a good idea. Besides, Lippman was scared shitless of his reputation. He’d brought over twenty men with him. Unfortunately, the idiot hadn’t heeded the many redactions in his records. What the fuck did he think those blackouts on the pages of his records meant? Dumbass!

  “Lippman, state your business and get the fuck out of my house.” He’d told his security team to stand down. Shit would hit the fan if one of them killed a CIA agent. No, he was prepared to deal with the lot on his own.

  “Tsk, tsk, your hospitality is sorely lacking,” Lippman murmured as an attempt to appear unfazed by Colt’s intimating presence.

  “Listen, asshole, be grateful of the fact that you’re still breathing. Your connections in Washington don’t mean shit here.” Colt gave the other man a tiny smile that immediately had Lippman revealing how nervous he was. Yeah, mudderfucker, you just crossed a boundary that I’m sure you wish you hadn’t! Coming onto my property with this kind of firepower is asking to get your ass kicked.

  “You should be helping me! I only want what’s best for the military. Everyone at the Pentagon understands that. Why can’t you?”

  “We’ve asked Jane if she’s interested. She wants no part of this shit. Why the fuck can’t you move the hell on?”

  “There is no Jane! Only Imani! And I need to talk to her to make her understand how important this.”

  Colt kept all the emotion he was feeling from his face. “Imani is not Jane. You need to get that through your thick fucking skull before I change my mind about your breathing situation.”

  “You’re such an arrogant sonofabitch! I have twenty-five men here surrounding you, and you’re still threatening me? I am taking Ms. St. John with me, whether you like it or not.”

  “I would love it if you tried,” Colt drawled.

  “We know her capabilities, Colonel. At least we know some of it.” Lippman’s eyes glistened with excitement. “She’s the real deal, man. Her talent is being wasted at that shithole company. She can help us! Marcus says she can build anything!”

  Colt stared down at him coldly.

  “Marcus told us that she’s more than your ward’s friend.”

  “Is that right?” Colt smirked. “And you still had the balls to come here?”

  “I don’t want trouble, Colonel. Can’t you see the possibilities here? Join us, help us make the United States military the best in the world. The most feared.”

  “We’re already the best, asshole. You need to move the hell on.”

  Lippman signed. “I’m disappointed in you, Colonel. You could’ve been the catalyst to something great.”

  Colt growled in annoyance.

  “Okay, okay, we’re leaving, but I expect you to think about this. Let her come in and talk to us. You’d see that we have her best interest at heart. The U.S. Government pays well.” Lippman turned and beckoned to the men behind him when Colt remained silent.

  Colt didn’t believe for a second that Lippman was leaving without attempting to take Imani with him.

  The men followed him out, but Colt still didn’t let his guard down. He knew the bastard wouldn’t be able to resist going after Imani since he’d come all this way. He seemed to have a serious hard-on for Imani. Colt activated the microphone and video he had in the driveway, which he was able to track on his phone.

  “Go find the girl and bring her to me!” Lippman ordered as soon as he arrived at the waiting dark sedan.

  Colt shook his head in disgust at the other man’s idiocy.

  The men immediately started to disperse.

  “Imani, I know you can hear me,” Colt yelled. He turned to face the stairs. “I need you and Sarah to stay in Sarah’s room. Explain what’s going on. She will know what to do.”

  “I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this mess by yourself.”

  Colt didn’t bother answering her. He contented himself with the thought that, when this was over, he was going to spank her ass for not listening when he told her to do something. For now, he deftly palmed his gun, which he’d placed at his back in the waist of his pants. He’d mentally prepared to break wrists, twist knees, and try not to kill mudderfuckers for at least ten minutes or more. However, it took him less than five minutes to bring all twenty-five men down, including Lippman’s driver. Along the way, he had to intercept men at the top of the stairs reaching for Imani twice. The last time, he growled at her to go to the east wing again after breaking the fingers of the man who’d had her in a bruising hold.

  This time she took his advice and fled, whispering a hasty “sorry” along the way.

  Colt grabbed Lippman by the neck and dragged him from the backseat of the luxury car. “It seems you’re hard of hearing,” Colt told him calmly.

  Lippman’s eyes almost bugged out of head. He stared at Colt as though he were facing the Grim Reaper h
imself. “I told you to leave Imani alone. She’s not Jane. Hear it, accept it, and move the fuck on!” Still holding him by the neck, Colt lifted him up until he stood on the tips of his toes. “Are you getting that through that thick skull of yours?”

  Lippman gave a brief nod in acknowledgement.

  Colt gritted his teeth in disgust. The bastard was lying. “You’ll have one more chance, asshole. The next time you come near my girls, I’m going to put a bullet in your ass.”

  “You have no right to touch me!” Lippman squeaked, gasping to breathe, as he seemed to gather some courage. “Your problem, Colonel, is that you could never see the big picture!“

  “By the big picture you mean forcing someone to build killing machines for the US military?”

  “You have no idea what you’re up against,” Lippman spat bravely and then trembled frantically as Colt tightened his grip around his neck.

  “Don’t make the mistake of ignoring my warnings. I didn’t kill anyone here today. The next time, I won’t be so lenient.” Colt let him fall weakly to the ground.

  Lippman rolled away, holding his neck and gasping to catch his breath.

  Looking at his security team, which was fanned out around his driveway and lawn, Colt nodded to let them know it was time to escort the men from his property. Although he hadn’t allowed them to participate in the fighting, they had been efficiently cleaning up after him, ensuring each fallen man stayed down and unarmed.

  Colt swiftly entered the house and took the stairs to the east wing of the house.

  Imani was trembling hard by the time she knocked and entered Sarah’s bedroom. The last thing she expected to find was Sarah still in bed fast asleep. The room reeked of sex and alcohol.

  She frowned with confusion. Sarah’s boyfriend was still in Chicago, so who was she sleeping with here? It also rankled that her best friend hadn’t confided in her. It didn’t escape Imani’s notice that she was doing the same thing, but then her silence about her affair with Colt was understandable. What the hell was her friend up to?