“Your father,” he said roughly. “I couldn’t betray his trust like that.”
Jocelyne laughed lightly as she stroked his cheek. “My father would be beside himself with joy if he knew I’d slept with a shifter,” she told him. “He’s been trying to set me up with someone for ages, always wanting to strengthen the bloodline.”
“Yes, but he never set you up with me or any members from the Order. And there’s a good reason for that.”
Jocelyne sobered. “Maybe I disagree with him,” she said softly, her hand trailing down lower, drifting down the planes of his chest and abdomen and sliding gracefully beneath the waistband of his boxers. Harley groaned as her cool fingers wrapped around his hot, pulsing cock. “Maybe you’re just exactly what I need, right here, right now, and he’ll have to respect that because he’s my father, and he loves me.”
Harley closed his eyes, knowing that he was rapidly losing this battle of wills. Jocelyne seductive scent, thick with lust, was drugging him in a way that even Amelia hadn’t been able to because it was the real thing, not some bottled synthetic she’d sprayed on her neck like a five-dollar perfume from a drug store. And the way she was gliding her hand up and down his shaft felt like a little forbidden slice of heaven.
And if he had one failing in life, it was resisting the forbidden.
“You understand,” he said raggedly as he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, “that this isn’t a commitment of any kind? That at the end of this, if we have to go our separate ways, that we will?”
“Yes,” she said huskily, sliding her hand even lower to squeeze his balls.
“God,” he gasped, and then he claimed her mouth hungrily, slanting his mouth over her cupid bow lips and sliding his tongue inside as she opened eagerly for him. Heat flared between them, like a bonfire that just had more kindling tossed over it, and he was instantly lost in the passion, in the sweetness of her mouth, at the little moans she made as she tangled her long, elegant fingers in his hair. Her cleavage pushed up against his chest, her nipples scraping against his skin through the fabric of her bra, and unclasped the thing in one swift, expert motion, wanting to feel them directly against him.
She moaned when he cupped one breast in his hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb across the turgid nipple. “These are perfect,” he mumbled against her mouth, and then squeezed. “And surprisingly real.”
Her laugh turned into a moan when he ducked his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. One of her legs hooked around his hip as she leaned back to offer him better access, exposing the column of her throat, which was tempting enough in its own right. But he stayed where he was, licking and sucking and massaging her nipples until she was begging for him to stop teasing her.
“Please,” she gasped, her body trembling in his arms. “I need more.” Grabbing one of his hands, she guided it lower, pressing his fingers against her crotch. Another wave of lust shot through him as he felt how wet she was, even through the cloth of her panties.
“I’m going to taste you,” he warned her, disappearing beneath the blankets and spreading her thighs wide.
“God, yes, please,” she said, and he smiled as he slid her panties off. Part of him wished he could see her pussy, but as he settled between her legs, he decided there was something exciting about exploring it with his other senses. His fingers brushed through the thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and he allowed himself to linger for a moment, enjoying the softness of her curls brushing against his fingers as she trembled beneath him. After a few moments, he dipped his fingers lower, gliding them across her slick folds, releasing more of her pungent scent into the air, and he inhaled it greedily as she moaned again, squirming beneath him.
When he finally leaned in and licked her folds, his tongue brushing across the tiny nub of her pleasure, her hips came off the bed, her cries echoing off the log walls. He licked and sucked and nibbled, engaging in a merciless sexual onslaught of her nervous system, and the first time she came he felt like a God, a rush of primal male power flowing through him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. By her fourth orgasm he felt like he was on a high he would never come down from.
“Please,” she gasped, her fingers, which seemed to have become tangled in his hair, tugging him upward. “I want you inside me now.”
Growling, he gave her pussy one long, final lick, then crawled up her body to kiss her deeply. The contrasting flavors of her pussy and her mouth melted into a combination of sweet and savory against his tongue, and several moments went by before his cock brushed against her wet folds and he was reminded that there was still more pleasure to be had.
Funny, he’d never gotten so caught up with kissing a woman before that he’d completely forgotten about the sexual act itself.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked as he poised the tip of his head outside her entrance.
In answer, she hooked her legs around his hips and drove him into her. They both gasped at the same time as pleasure rushed through them both, tightening the ball of sensation growing in Harley’s groin.
“Hang on a sec,” she breathed, placing a palm against Harley’s bare chest when he would have started to move. “It’s… been awhile for me.”
Harley nodded, and instead ducked his head down to kiss her again, waiting patiently for her body to accommodate him. She let him know she was ready for him by lifting her hips again, and he started off slow, drawing out until only the tip of him was inside her, then gliding gently back in. It was a kind of sweet torture, but it also allowed him to lean back and admire what he could see of her body in the darkness. His eyes traced over the delicate edges of her cheekbones and her slightly pointy chin, down over the graceful column of her throat and across her collarbones, then to the milky globes of her breasts with their dusky, sensitive nipples.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rumbled.
A slow smile spread across her lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” She gripped his hips tighter with her legs and lifted her hips again, urging him faster, and then there was no more talking. Her inner walls clenched around his cock as he pounded into her, shaking the sturdy bedframe beneath them as he pushed them both closer to the edge, and when she stiffened beneath him, crying out her pleasure, he came as well, waves of breathtaking sensation washing over him.
“Oh shit,” he cursed when he looked down at them both. He started to pull out, but Jocelyne only tightened her hold and drew him closer.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a smile. “I’m on birth control. It’ll be fine.”
“Oh, okay,” Harley breathed a sigh of relief, and buried his face in the crook of her hair. “Still, that was pretty irresponsible of me. I’m sorry.”
Jocelyne laughed. “I wouldn’t have let things go this far if I was worried about it,” she said, stroking his back gently. She pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck, sending a pleasant warmth through him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For being here with me.”
“No, thank you.” He rolled off her and pulled her flush against his chest, spooning her once more. “I don’t think I would have been able to make it out of there alive without you. You saved me.”
“We saved each other,” Jocelyne murmured sleepily as she burrowed deeper beneath the blankets.
Smiling in the darkness, Harley was content to hold her there for the rest of the night.
Chapter Eight
Jocelyne woke up surrounded by strong, steely muscle and a cocoon of warmth so pleasant, she almost immediately sank back into sleep.
That is, until Harley rubbed his cock against her hips, and she remembered why she’d woken in the first place.
Laughing to herself, she reached behind her and gently squeezed his cock. “You up?”
“Would seem so,” Harley mumbled against her hair, apparently mostly asleep himself. She squeezed him again, and he groaned. “Jesus, woman, you’re killing me here.”
Jocelyne turned in his arms an
d kissed him. “Well, if you have to die, I figure this is a good way to go.”
They made love again, then hit the shower, which didn’t amount to much more than a single stall. Nevertheless, Jocelyne only lasted a few seconds before she decided to join him in the tiny glass enclosure, stepping beneath the spray of water and circling her arms around his waist from behind.
“I want to wash you,” she murmured against his back.
Taking the soap from his hand, she leaned him back against the tile wall and began lathering up his body. She slid the bar of soap along his chest, exploring the definition of his muscles with her fingers as she slid them through the crisp hairs on his pecs. Harley watched her through dark, hooded eyes as she moved lower, gliding the soap across his six pack, then lower along the v-cut of his hips. He was built like a warrior, all gorgeous muscle with hardly any fat between his smooth, yet not hairless skin, and looking at him made her hot all over again even though she came three times this morning.
Sinking to her knees, she lathered up his legs, then slid the bar of soap along his balls. He groaned, his hands sliding into her hair as she cleaned and rinsed him, and she was rewarded with a full body shudder when she took his length into her mouth for the first time.
“Jocelyne,” he gasped as she sucked him, fondling his balls with one hand while she gripped the base of his cock with the other. He was so big in her mouth, she thought as she pleasured him, so heavy and hard, and she could feel him pulsing against her tongue as he strained not to come, to hold out as long as he could. His eyes turned gold, his claws lengthening as he gripped the wall, gouging marks into the tile.
Oops. Guess they were going to leave some evidence behind after all.
Determined not to lose this battle of wills, she slid one hand behind his ass and gripped his cheek hard, pushing him deeper into her mouth as she sucked him hard and fast. A shudder wracked his body, then another, and let out a long groan as his hot seed spurted into her mouth.
“I win,” she said with a grin, kissing her way up his body and back to his mouth.
“So you did.” He grinned back, then slapped her on the butt. “You’re a bad girl, and I love it.” His face sobered a little. “But we gotta get going.”
* * *
They scrounged up a quick meal of corned beef hash from the pantry, then did their best to put the cabin back to rights and hit the road again. Harley knew he should be kicking himself for leaving gouge marks in the shower with his claws, but he was still feeling so good after spending the early morning with Jocelyne that he was finding it pretty hard to be upset about anything. He had to force himself to keep his eyes on the path ahead and his senses trained to their surroundings, because he constantly wanted to just keep looking back at her as she trekked along behind them.
The woman was a serious distraction, and part of him didn’t like how off-balance she made him. He was starting to understand why none of the other Squad members had women – they were a weakness that was easily exploited.
Luckily, Jocelyne was moving a bit faster today, and they hit a small village after only three hours of walking. A quick look around at the signs told them that they were in Washington, and Harley cursed inwardly.
“That’s a long way from home,” Jocelyne muttered, her pale face pinched with worry.
Harley put an arm around her slim shoulders and hugged her reassuringly. That’s likely the idea behind why they set up their facility here, he thought, but aloud he said, “We’ll figure things out as best we can from here.”
They grabbed some breakfast sandwiches from a gas station, as well as a prepaid cell phone, and Harley found a secluded spot in a small park for them to sit and eat while he made a phone call.
“Greensburg Auction House,” a nasally female voice answered.
“This is Hawk, calling for Alpha One,” Harley said tightly, gripping the cell phone. He hoped like hell that the Commander was available. “Urgent business.”
“One moment please.”
Some narcolepsy-inducing elevator music came on, and Harley scanned the park with his eyes, watchful for any suspicious characters. Thankfully it was the middle of the morning, and all early morning runners and dog walkers had long since vacated the place. A mother and two small children played at the small park located in the center of what was otherwise just a stretch of green grass dotted with a few trees and benches, but that was it.
No real place for a spy or assassin to hide either, since the branches were sparse and the trunks of the trees themselves were pretty thin, no doubt recently planted. Hell, from the lack of scratches on the bench he was seated on, he suspected that the park was a relatively new addition to the little town.
A few minutes later, Commander Fitsimmons came on the line. “Hawk,” he burst out, a mixture of anger and relief in his gravelly tone. “Report.”
“I’m not on a secure line, sir.”
The Commander cursed. “Well, get to one, then.”
“Can’t.”
There was a long pause. “Where are you?”
“Georgetown.” That was their code word for Washington. “Decided to take your daughter out for lunch.”
“Jesus Christ.” The Commander’s voice actually shook, which told Harley just how much Lee loved his daughter – he’d never seen, or heard Commander Fitsimmons show weakness in his life. “Is everything going well?”
“We’re having a good time,” Harley said casually as Jocelyne eyed him curiously, questions brimming in her lavender eyes. She was smart enough not to interrupt, though. “But we’re still looking for a place to spend the night.”
Harley could hear keys tapping in the background, and he knew that the Commander was having his location triangulated. “Start heading west,” he told Harley after a long moment. “I have some relatives nearby you can stay with. They’re on their way to pick you up.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Oh, and Hawk?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for taking care of my daughter.” The Commander’s voice was rough with emotion, and he cleared his throat before continuing. “Now head out.”
“Yes sir.”
Chapter Nine
Jocelyne thought her feet were going to fall off by the time a black, armored SUV pulled up along the side of the road. Her heart leapt as a mixture of hope, and fear swelled within her, desperately hoping that this was their ride to the safe house, and yet fearing that instead this was the enemy catching up with them.
“Wait here,” Harley murmured, holding up a hand. They were walking amongst the trees on the side of the road, out of view, which of course made the walk harder, but also safer for them. Jocelyne stood amongst the copse of oak trees as she watched Harley slowly approach the vehicle. Two men dressed in suits and dark sunglasses got out of the car and flashed identification. Words were exchanged. Some posturing was done.
Finally, Harley turned around and gave her the go ahead to come forward.
Jocelyne winced as the ball of her foot rolled over one of her many blisters, and she limped over to the SUV. “You must be Homeland Security,” she said.
The agent closest to Harley, who had a square jaw and black hair slicked back from a high forehead, raised a brow. “You’re very observant,” he said. “Your father’s influence?”
She nodded, and Harley scowled, clearly impatient with the small talk. “These are Agents Forrest and Lancaster,” he said, pointing to each of them in turn. “They already know who you are. Can we get going already? I’m getting tired of being a sitting duck out here.”
They piled into the SUV without comment, and Jocelyne let out a long sigh of relief, glad to sink into the heated leather seats and take a load off her feet. “I don’t think I’ve ever walked so much in my life,” she told Harley with an exhausted sigh. “And that’s saying a lot, since I grew up in the city.”
Harley smiled and squeezed her hand. “Hopefully we won’t have to do anymore hikes,” he said. “With any luck we’ll b
e able to stay at the safe house until we can get safe transport home.”
“That sounds pretty excellent to me.”
The drive to the safe house took about an hour, and Jocelyne wanted to cry with joy when they passed into the city limits of Spokane, Washington, and she actually began to see signs of real civilization, like fast food restaurants, banks and neighborhoods. “Oh my God,” she said as they passed their third pizza joint. “I hadn’t realized how hungry I am until now”
One of the agents tossed her an amused glance. “I can imagine,” he said. “There are a whole bunch of takeout menus in the kitchen. Just let us know what you want, and we’ll get it for you.”
Thirty minutes later, Harley and Jocelyne were chowing down on pepperoni pizza, seated around the kitchen table of said safe house, which was a two-story clapboard conveniently located near the subway in case they needed a quick getaway. They were also dressed in fresh clothes, which the agents had provided since Jocelyne’s clothes especially seemed to be in tatters. The agents had checked all the locks, drawn down the blinds, and made sure Harley and Jocelyne were nowhere near the windows, and had taken up surveillance positions in the house, one manning the camera setup upstairs, and the other one stationed by the front entrance.
“Wow,” Jocelyne said around a mouthful of crust and cheese. “This is delicious.”
Harley smiled, already on his fourth slice. “Even though it’s not New York style pizza?”
Jocelyne rolled her eyes. “Any kind of pizza would taste absolutely delicious right about now.”
One of the agents moved to check the back entrance, and Jocelyne sobered, reminded once again of where they were and why they were here. “You know, you never did tell me who it was that kidnapped us.”
Harley frowned. “Honestly, I don’t exactly know who they are,” he admitted. “The night they kidnapped me I was meeting with an informant who had information, but they ambushed me before I had a chance to read it.” He let out a gusty sigh. “However, from what I learned it seems like they call themselves Justice, and they’re a terrorist organization aiming to stamp out all supernatural life forms.”
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