Gringo lowers to his knees between Gwen’s legs. “She smells like flowers,” he runs his nose up her slit.
“Roses.” My own rose garden. I’ll never be able to walk into a florist again without an erection.
Gringo lowers his face. The second his mouth lands on Gwen’s sex, her body arches off me.
“Oh, my God!”
I lift a hand and turn her mouth to mine and kiss her. My tongue remembers her flavor, it sprung to life the instant Gringo tasted her. I fuck her with my tongue, stroking her mouth, sucking her tongue, her lips, her jaw. Then I pull the robe and shirt from her body. Now that she’s naked, my hands travel over her body. I need to feel her, every inch of her, her skin against mine.
“I need you against me,” I grit out.
I place her on the bed. Gringo doesn’t stop. He feasts on her like a man who hasn’t had a meal in days. He hasn’t. Not one like this. Affection, tenderness, intimacy. Love.
I strip quickly.
“Bull,” Gwen reaches a hand out for me.
“Come all over Gringo’s face, baby,” I mumble as I run my tongue over her nipples.
She grabs me by the back of the head and pushes me into her. I tease her, drawing slow circles around her peaks, flicking them, sucking them, pushing her breasts together and taking them both into my mouth.
“Yessss,” she hisses out.
I hear Gringo moan with his face pressed against Gwen’s mound.
She’s coming.
“That’s it, come, darlin’, ‘cause we’re going to make you do it again.”
“Please,” she moans.
I love those noises she makes when she’s coming, the whimpers, the moans, the pleases and the oh-my-God’s.
“On your knees. I want to play with your ass,” it sounds evil. That’s because it is.
I want us to fill her up, her ass and her pussy. Just once. I’d love for her to experience it, two cocks. Just one time.
She opens her eyes and stares into mine. There’s a gleam in them. I grin at her.
“You love it when I play with your ass, don’t you baby?”
She drags her lower lip between her teeth but doesn’t reply. Not with words. She said everything I needed to hear with that look.
I lower my mouth to hers and lick her lips. “My cock in your pussy, Gringo’s in your ass. You’ll be so full.” I swirl my tongue in her mouth. “All those things you felt? It’ll be more. So much more.”
She takes in a slow, deep breath, her body reacting to what I’ve just told her.
“That ass, baby, right now it’s mine,” I lift and turn her over.
“She’s so sweet. I don’t know how you don’t have your face buried between her legs all the damn time.” Gringo stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hands.
“I do every chance I get.” Because ever since I tasted her, I can’t stop.
Curving my body over hers, her head right in front of me, I lick a long swipe down Gwendolyn’s back. I lift her hips, separate her knees, and slide my hands to the juncture of her thighs. I open her up with my thumbs at her lips. Gringo’s watching as he undresses. Her ass is perfect, round globes and creamy skin. I cover it with love bites and watch the marks appear on her flesh.
I want to leave my mark on her inside and out.
“She loves her ass to be played with,” I murmur and circle that tight hole with my tongue.
“BULL,” Gwen exclaims. I can hear the embarrassment in her voice.
I chuckle. “You don’t have to be shy, darlin’. It feels good. We want to make you feel good. In every.” I circle her back entrance again. “Single.” Lick it. “Way,” and spear it with the tip of my tongue. Her back bows as she drops her head to the bed.
Gringo slides a condom down his erection.
I’m standing at the side of the bed. Gringo is at Gwen’s rear, or pussy, depending on which way you look at it. He gets down on his knees again and gives me a wicked grin. It’s so good to see it. It’s been gone for a long time.
He’s going to suck on her pussy while I play with her ass.
Gwen wraps a little hand around my thickness and my entire body responds to her touch. My cock throbs and balls tighten, and my heart pounds like a freight train.
“Goddamn woman,” I growl.
I lower my face as Gringo brings his closer, and we go fucking wild.
Tongues, lips, fingers all ravaging her cunt and ass, penetrating her, licking her, sucking and nibbling on her. She moves her hand from my shaft, to my balls, and back, squeezing, pumping, stroking. It’s all I can do not come all over her face.
I slide two fingers into Gwen’s heat and coat them with her velvety slickness, then glide them up to the tight ring of muscle. I press first one at the entrance as I work it with my tongue. Slowly she opens up as I press inside. When I’m in all the way to my knuckle, I ease out, then work in two. Her hips are moving, circling and thrusting, taking what we’re giving her, and asking for more.
We’re going to give it to her.
When I’ve got both fingers completely inside her, I really start to work her. In and out nice and slow, turning and scissoring them, stretching her, getting her ready to take us both. She’s getting greedy, squeezing me and pulling me back in.
“Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD.”
I pull everything away from her. So does Gringo.
“Nonono,” Gwen pants.
“Sshh, baby, you’re ready for us,” I whisper as I cover the skin on her back with kisses.
“Yes, please,” she cries softly.
I lay down on my back and pull her on top of me. She takes my face in her hands and lays kisses all over me.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” she whispers huskily.
“I know, baby,” I hold her face in my hands, cover her mouth with mine, and slide my tongue in hungrily.
She amazes me.
Tonight I want to give her everything. It might be the only time I can.
I take her by the hips and ease my cock inside her. She lets out a long guttural, satisfied moan. When I’m completely seated inside her, I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight.
“Now Gringo, baby,” I whisper.
“Yes,” she pants.
He folds himself over her and brings his face close. “Ready for me?”
Gwen turns her face to his and feeds her arm around his neck. “Yes, please.” Then she kisses him.
Right now at this moment, my heart is so goddamn full, I think it’s going to burst. Two people that I love. Yes, love. I love Gwendolyn, I love her so much it hurts. And I thank God that I lived to have this with them.
When their kiss breaks, the expression on Gringo’s face is absolutely priceless. For this one second, he’s free of his demons. There is no darkness, no pain, the grip of torture is gone. For right now, he’s free.
Gwen touches her forehead to my chest, lets out a long breath, and gets ready. Gringo grips her hips. I know he’s started to push in when she sucks in a deep breath.
“Just relax and let him in,” I whisper.
I can feel him getting deeper and deeper inside her, his length rubbing against mine in her tightness. Inch by inch I can feel him filling her with me.
It feels so damn good.
“Holy shit,” Gringo grits out. “So fucking tight.”
With both of us completely buried inside her, we let her get used to us and give her muscles time to relax. When Gwen’s breathing evens out, we know she’s ready.
I start to move.
Slowly, I glide in and out of her, awakening all of her nerve endings and igniting the fuse that’s going to make her blow.
“Oh, my God,” she moans.
“That’s it, baby, feel us.”
She arches her back and slowly closes her eyes.
Gringo reaches between us, slides his hand down, and finds her clit. Gwen’s mouth drops open as a silent moan escapes her.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
; He begins to move. I press in, he pulls out. It’s a slow dance the three of us are doing. Slow and languid and all consuming. In and out, each of us ride the wave higher and higher. Our thrusts get deeper, stronger, and hungrier.
“Yes,” Gwen breathes out, her mouth open and her eyes closed.
I can feel her walls tightening around me, I know Gringo’s got to feel it too. When the first spasms of her orgasms begin to pulse around my cock, it pulls my own climax straight out of my balls. My shaft swells and twitches inside her. Once, twice, I thrust into her hard and deep, and explode. Gringo follows right behind me.
Gwen starts to scream. I cover her mouth with mine and swallow it with a long growl. Gringo hisses through his teeth as he empties himself.
Gwen’s body slumps against mine, exhausted and spent. Gringo pulls out, and I gather Gwendolyn in my arms.
“Stay in here tonight,” I tell him as I walk to the door.
“Yeah, alright,” he mumbles.
I glance at him. Fuck. His darkness is back.
At least he had a moment of peace.
I carry Gwen to her room and lay her on the bed. I kiss her forehead and whisper, “Rest, baby, I’ll be right back.” She mumbles something as I go to the restroom and get a cloth. She’s just about asleep when I get back to clean her. When I’m finished, I return the towel to the bathroom, then climb into bed and pull her against me.
I’m going remember everything about tonight. I’m going to hold her and memorize everything about her. There’s an ache inside me that seeps into my bones and every cell of my body. Now I know what the men felt like when they kissed their wives’ goodbye before starting a tour, before stepping foot in the hellhole of the Middle East. Before going to war.
This is likely the last night.
Tomorrow I won’t be here.
Tomorrow night at this time I’ll be blowing up the mill.
CHAPTER 23
Gwendolyn
My body has memories my mind couldn’t fathom before.
My heart is bigger than I ever thought it could be.
Intimacy is a magical phenomenon that goes beyond the physical and the emotional. It’s ethereal and beyond human comprehension. The place that Bull took me to was not sexual, nor was it physical. It was adoration and devotion of the heart, body, mind, and soul. A place that could only be entered with someone you have a deep connection with. You can call it love, but it’s more. It’s so much more.
The connection that was forged between me, Bull, and Gringo was powerful. It wasn’t dirty or impure. It couldn’t have been because of the bonds we share; me with Bull, and Bull with Gringo. And what’s between Gringo and I.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re powerfully sexually filthy men, but what we did was done with love. Kinky as hell, but they did worship me, in the dirtiest of ways.
I do not regret it. Especially because some of the agony was gone from Gringo’s eyes. Bull noticed it too, that’s how deep his connection is with his friend. I’d meant what I’d said, Gringo’s pain is Bull’s pain, and it cuts deep.
But I felt something heavy in the air, a weight with the power to crush down on us all.
My body is humming, the intensity pulling me from sleep, it’s so strong it makes me moan out loud.
“I love the sounds you make when you come, baby,” Bull’s rough voice seeps into the lust fog of my dreams. The now familiar feel of his mouth between my legs takes me from sleep to orgasmic.
“Yes.” I lay my hands on his bald head and push him into me as my hips thrust harder onto his tongue, the soft feel of his beard brushing against my thighs.
“I need you to come on my cock, Gwendolyn,” he growls as he lifts and covers my body with his.
As he slides into my wetness, I wrap my feet around his legs and pull him into me. “Ahh, yes,” I pant. “Just like that.”
He feeds his arms beneath me and holds me so tight, there’s no room between us. Our bodies slide against each other, hungry and needy and demanding more. My arms are around him, his mouth is on mine, kissing me with a wild intensity like it’s the last time he ever will again. I hold him tighter, his fervor pulling me into his frenzy.
“Gwendolyn,” he whispers roughly against my mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.” He plunges into me again and again, so deep, but not enough. I need him so bad, it’ll never be enough.
“Don’t.” My mouth won’t leave his. “Don’t ever get enough.”
The tremors pulsating in my loins roll out in steady waves until they crash and suck me under. My climax is long and hot like thick lava going on and on enveloping me in its burn.
“Fuck, Gwen,” he growls as his body goes taut with him buried completely inside me and his face at my neck. He takes the tendon at my neck between his teeth and holds it as a rumble seeps up from deep inside him.
We don’t move, our hold doesn’t lessen. I think we’re afraid to let go, afraid of this moment being over and never to be experienced again.
“Bull,” I whisper against his skin.
“Not yet,” he silences me with a kiss. “Don’t let the world in just yet.”
A vice clamps down on my heart. His words are like a foreboding of things, bad things, that are coming.
It’s still dark outside. We both hear the door click down the hallway. It’s Gringo, he must be leaving. Bull takes in a heavy breath, then lifts his face to peer into mine. “It’s going to be a busy day, Gwen. I want to let you know ahead of time.”
I search his expression. He moves a little farther away. He’s shutting down right before my eyes.
No, not yet! I’m not ready for reality to barge in and dump it’s shit on us.
He places another kiss on my lips. I can feel his muscles tighten against me, and the man who was in bed with me is being pushed away by the jerk. The one with secrets and mysterious business. The one who sat outside in his truck.
“Do you remember those men who were here while Rock, Summer, Snake, and Gringo were out of town?”
I glare at him. Now my hold slackens. “Yeah, I remember them.” How could I not?
His expression turns cold as he starts to get up. “They’ll be here.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “Today.”
What?! I raise up on my elbows. “You’re going somewhere, aren’t you?”
He scrubs his hands down his face, then stands. “Hawk will be here too.” He ignores my question.
I don’t like this.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stare at his back, naked with that beast glaring at me. He won’t face me. Why won’t he look at me?
“Where are you going?” I ask again.
“You’ll see them at the coffee shop, and around here,” he goes on as if I hadn’t said anything.
Oh no, you are not ignoring me!
“DAMMIT, BULL. Answer me!”
Finally, he turns. His expression is hard and angry, it hits me so hard, I almost stumble back.
“I’ll be out front. I’ll follow you, same as always,” then he leaves.
I’m stunned. I don’t know how long I stand there staring at the door. I’m shocked and mad as hell. I can hear him out there, going in and out of his room, then he goes to the bathroom. Everything we shared last night, and that moment that just happened? The one he didn’t want the world to interrupt? He just took it with him and flushed it all down the toilet.
CHAPTER 24
Bull
I feel like the biggest piece of shit. It couldn’t be helped.
We’re going to war.
We have twelve hours to review the new information we received, and there’s a shit ton of it. Gringo made a road trip and hand delivered the photographs from the mill to one of his connections. He was able to translate most of what’s on the crates. That was part of what we were discussing last night before Gwen came in.
That was before I had one of the best nights of my life.
Focus on the goddamn mission!
Complete the mission so I can
get back to Gwendolyn. Destroy the enemy to protect what is ours.
Absofuckinglutely.
Unfortunately, precautionary measures had to be taken just in case I don’t come back. Hence, the asshole move this morning.
It seems our neighbors who are trespassing on property they think they already own might have the materials to create some really bad stuff. Many of what might be in the crates could be ingredients used in chemical warfare, if what the writing on the outside of the boxes is what’s actually inside. Tonight we’ll know for sure when we get inside the mill and tear open the crates.
This could possibly have just escalated to international warfare on a grand scale.
“Shit just got global. On several levels.” I glare at Rock and Gringo.
We’ve been behind closed doors in Rock’s office all day. We’ve gone over the plans, and have gone over them again. A hundred times. The operation has to go off perfectly. With the knowledge we now have, and the plan to blow the place up, we have to choreograph it so that we get it all the first time, and not go out with it.
Rock nods. “It appears our friends have their hands in a couple of different pots. Human trafficking and chemical warfare.”
“There’s more, I’m sure of it. You can’t have that kind of illegal operation without weaponry and munitions. And I’m not talking about small guns,” Gringo adds.
“These boys are playing with the big dogs. That shit they’ve got is meant to take out everyone over large areas. There’s no picking and choosing, everyone’s a target. They’re not fucking around.” The knowledge makes me physically ill.
“What the hell are they doing here?” Gringo snarls.
“There’s lots of money here. And it’s secluded, no one would stick their nose in their business. But the most appealing thing is the size of the property and its location to the water. It’s an easy in and out.” Rock strums his fingers on his desk. “The one thing I don’t get is why isn’t The Program involved? This is something they’d be all over.”
“Maybe they are and we just don’t know it,” Gringo answers.
I shake my head. “Something’s not right.”
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