Mayhem's Betrayal: Operation Mayhem Book 5

by Lindsay Cross

  “You don't have to worry about tomorrow,” Melissa started. “I’ll be monitoring you completely until we know about the effects.”

  Her words drew him to her face, and for the first time he noticed the dark shadows of exhaustion under her eyes. “I’m not worried.”

  “I mean,” she started again. “Worrying is normal, but you won’t be alone. I—and everyone—will do everything to make sure you’re well.”

  John didn't want to think about all that right now. All he wanted was to sink inside her and forget the world. He crossed to her, knelt at her knees, and took her face in his hands. “We aren’t a mistake, Melissa. No matter the circumstances.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I need to hear you say it.”

  She drew in a breath, her lips drawing into a shaky smile. “It wasn’t a mistake, John. You are not a mistake.”

  John groaned out loud a second before slanting his mouth over hers, greedily taking all of her. Tasting. Feeling. Absorbing.

  When he finally drew back, they were both shaking. He let his fingers trail along her jawline. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About how soft your skin is. Or how big your heart is.”He moved his fingers down from the base of her neck to lie flat on her chest. “A heart that I hope can love me as much as I love you.”

  Two streams of tears spilled out of Melissa’s green eyes. She opened her mouth then shut it again.

  “I have always loved you ever since I saw you for the first time in that old lab. I held onto the image of you even when Rainier turned me into a cold murderer. You were the one who made me human. I will never stop loving you.”

  “I love you, too, John. I shouldn’t, but my God I can’t help it.”

  Her words broke him. He slid his arm up around her neck and pulled her to him, fusing his mouth with hers as one.

  She pushed him back suddenly, breaking the kiss. “But tomorrow, John, what if…”

  “No matter what happens tomorrow, I’ll always have tonight.” He took her mouth again, this time, he rolled her back on to the bed. The time for talking was over. They both knew the risk tomorrow would bring.

  John sat back on his heels, intent on getting her bare. He popped open the top button on her shirt. Her breathing grew labored, the veins in her neck jumping.

  His fingers worked deftly from button to button, trailing them along her skin.

  “Promise me you love me, Melissa,” he whispered again, reaching the last button. He peeled off her shirt and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pajamas and pulled them down, tossing the silky material over his shoulder.

  She lay on her plush comforter in only her panties. Her nipples were hard and erect, chills scattering her body. The mouthwatering sight of her before him made his cock swell to the point of nearly busting in his pants.

  She gasped, “I love you.”

  If he made it out of this alive, he’d never let her out of his sight again.

  Melissa’s chest rose and fell rapidly. There were no more traces of tears on her face. Just raw emotion and desire.

  John dipped his hand into her panties to find her soaking wet. She let out a moan and arched her neck so the top of her head dug into the comforter.

  He was going to enjoy her all night. He stepped back from the bed and slowly removed one boot, then the other at a painful speed.

  “John,” Melissa whispered, her voice high and wispy.

  Dawson moved on to peel off his socks. He sauntered back to the bed and stroked Melissa over the top of her panties again. She was breathing so hard it sounded like she might pass out. He planted a rough kiss to her lips and she dug her fingers into his hair, dragging him down to her.

  He pushed back from the bed again and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, hardened nipples, and pulsing abs that trailed right down to the top of his pubic hair above his pants. He moved his hands to his belt buckle, making sure Melissa’s eyes were on him the whole time.

  She licked her lips, her swollen breasts looking like they were begging for his mouth. He pulled the belt through the loops and tossed it to the side.

  He was on her again, grinding his hips into her wet panties as he dipped his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned and breathed into him. He reached between her legs, feeling like he’d die if he didn't thrust his cock inside her right now, but all the anticipation was amazing, making him grow harder.

  He kissed his way down her chest and sucked on her right breast, giving her nipple a tiny nip as he worked his tongue in circles around it. She let out a cry, arching her hips up to his crotch, begging him to touch her there.

  He shoved back long enough to shuck his boxers off his throbbing cock. Melissa gasped. The glistening juices between her thighs escaped the confines of her panties.

  He dropped to the mattress on one knee, then the other, as he slowly crawled up to straddle her hips. His erection brushed the juncture between her thighs and she quivered beneath him. He gently trailed one finger from her knee to her inner thigh, his dick jumping as he felt the wetness along her groin.

  He pushed her panties over her legs, ripping them down and over her feet.He palmed her ass and flipped the both of them over so that she was on top now. She immediately grabbed his cock, holding it steady, and impaled herself on him. His head dug into the comforter and he groaned with the indescribable pleasure of her hot, wet heat pulsing around him.

  Melissa slowly lifted herself and just as slow, just as torturously lowered herself once more, repeating the rhythm over and over again. He felt every velvety inch of her as she moved. John dug his fingers into her hips, guiding her up and down his swollen length.

  Melissa tossed her head back and parted her lips, her cheeks flushed with her arousal. He’d never felt anything so intense. So world altering. “Fuck. You’re driving me wild.”

  She looked down at him with a vixen smile, her long dark hair hanging in a silken curtain around her face and began to rock forward and backward. Her eyes glazed, and John helped her with the movement, feeling her swollen clit raking over his flesh, as she continued to soak him with the pleasure leaking from her pussy.

  She started to ride him harder, crying out her pleasure with each thrust. Unable to restrain himself any more, he tightened his grip on her hips and yanked her down as he drove up, pounding hard and fast into her tight depths.

  “My God, Melissa,” he breathed, his chest heaving. “You feel so good.”

  Melissa shut her eyes, her breasts bouncing deliciously on her chest. She dug in hard to John’s shoulders, moving faster, moaning and gasping with each thrust.

  She pulsed and tightened around him. He knew she was near her release. The thought caused his balls to draw up; his spine tingled. He was close too.

  Melissa let out one loud scream as she reached her orgasm. John grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over so he was on top. He couldn't hold out much longer and Melissa’s legs were shaky on either side of him. He wanted to make her come one more time with him.

  He pushed in deeper, his pubic bone pressed so hard to the wall of Melissa’s. He thought he might lose it right then.

  “Come on, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips as he continued to move inside her. “Keep coming with me.”

  Melissa let out another high-pitched moan as John swirled his hips in a circular motion. He bit his lip and shut his eyes, completely on the edge.

  Melissa wrapped her legs tight around his lower back and laced her arms around his neck. She reached up and found his lips, forcing her tongue inside. John kept pumping, finding his way deeper and deeper. When Melissa screamed out his name, he exploded inside of her. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, out of breath and drenched in sweat.

  She held him tight in her embrace, completely surrounding him. The contentment he’d been seeking his whole life filled him. She was his. And that was all he’d ever need.

  Chapter 26

  Melissa woke to a soft, tickling on her cheek. Peeling back one
eyelid, she spied John trailing his fingertips across her face. She offered him a bemused smile. “How long was I asleep?”

  “An hour or so.”

  She yawned, stretched, and then rolled onto her side to face him. “Did you sleep?”

  “Couldn’t.” He picked up a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and finger. “Your hair feels like silk.”

  The small compliment warmed her to her toes. “Thank you.”

  He lifted it to his nose and inhaled. “And smells like…you.”

  She laughed out loud and snatched her hair back. “Not roses?”

  He gave her a heartwarming sideways smile. “Don’t know what a rose smells like, but if it’s anything close to you, I’ll be sure to buy you roses every day.”

  Everyday…Did they even have one more?

  His grin fell and she instantly regretted her thought. Damn the man could read her like a book. “I’d love that.” She grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers.

  Although his grin didn’t return, he did kiss her, stealing her breath. “I promise, that if tomorrow goes well, I’ll spend every day making you happy.”

  A huge knot formed in her throat, dropping like a heavy weight on her chest. “You will, John. I’ll make sure of it.”

  “I know you will try. That’s all I expect, baby.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, leaning over her, propped up on his shoulder.

  “I love you,” she whispered, her whole chest aching.

  “I love you, too.” He butterflied a kiss over her lips. “I could spend the rest of the night here, with you.”

  “But you’re not going to, are you?”

  “I need to tell the men about Rainier’s plan. About what he’s doing out there.”

  “Can’t you wait until tomorrow?” Melissa stroked his arm. She knew she had told him initially that he should tell the men that Rainier was still at large, that he was building a new lab and even had new soldiers, and worst of all, that he was nearby. But now they faced the obstacle of getting Dawson through the new serum injection. And they would have to know before John received his injection…in case…

  The thought of losing him made her eyes sting.

  “In case I don't make it, they need all the information,” John said plainly, echoing the thoughts that Melissa did not want intruding in her mind.

  “Don't talk like that, John.” She shoved up on her elbows. A tear dribbled down her cheek. “You’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you. I can’t.”

  He lowered himself and planted a kiss on her temple. “Melissa.” He ran a hand down the side of her face and kissed her lips. “I love you.”

  She stared back at him, her eyes soft and sincere, and full of pain. “I love you, too. And I won’t let you suffer.”

  “I’m suffering right now,” John said, a slow half-smile forming on his lips.

  “What’s wrong?” Melissa sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest. “Are you having side effects again? You haven’t suffered any seizures or migraines in a while…”

  Her heart felt like it was on a pogo stick. She had been so wrapped up in euphoria with John that she didn't even think about the fact that this could be too much exertion for him. His symptoms were mostly stable, only because she gave him at least two injections a day now, but he still hadn’t done much in the way of physical activity. And here Melissa was selfishly getting her pleasure from him when it might not have been good for his health.

  “It’s not that kind of pain,” John said, smiling bigger.

  Melissa didn't understand it at first, always on the lookout to quell symptoms and monitor pain. She went into scientist mode throughout the course of every day. She wasn't used to the possibility of entering flirtatious mode until recently, with all the feelings between John and her. She quickly caught on to what he meant, especially when she felt his erection brush her thigh underneath the sheets. The space between her legs began to tingle.

  She thought for sure they’d say goodnight and she’d let John out of her room to go back to his own and get a full night of rest before the injection tomorrow, before he had to tell the men about Rainier. Though she doubted either of them would be able to sleep much with all the pressure of tomorrow causing them anxiety all night. This seemed like as good of a way as any to lessen those anxious effects.

  Melissa smiled back and flipped over so she was straddling John’s torso. “Tell me about your symptoms, my patient.” She was just inches from his face, her hair falling on either side of his cheeks and her breasts grazing his chest.

  His chest jerked and he smiled the widest she’d ever seen. She loved how confident he made her feel—how sexy and wicked. She’d have never dreamed of saying anything like this to a man before him.

  “I’m having some pain between my legs,” John said, crossing his arms behind his head on the pillow. “I definitely think I need a full examination.”

  “Mmm, poor thing.” Melissa reached a hand down and grabbed a firm hold of Dawson’s hard cock. “It doesn't feel like there’s anything wrong. Can you tell me about the pain?”

  “It happens every time I’m around my doctor.” His chest began to heave. He looked relaxed, leaving his arms crossed behind his head of dark hair, but his labored breathing and rising body temperature said otherwise.

  “Maybe I should get a closer look then,” Melissa said, peeling the sheets away from them both and beginning to inch her way down Dawson’s legs.

  “Yes, yes, definitely a closer look,” Dawson breathed. He removed his arms from the pillow and clawed at Melissa’s full head of dark hair.

  She made her way between his legs, doing her best to play along in this new game. It did wonders in keeping their minds off the injection in the morning. She wished they could just make love all night long and time could fade into oblivion, but she’d take what she could get until she had to think about that.

  Once she was eye level with Dawson’s cock, she gave up wanting to play the doctor-patient role-play—although it wasn't role-play at all, actually. It just wouldn't have been very sexy to say, “I’m having seizures and need a daily injection so I don't collapse and die.”

  Instead, Melissa spread her lips wide over the length of John’s dick, surprising them both. He let out a growl.

  “God, you’re a good doctor.” His hands were still in her hair, clutching and grabbing as she worked her wet mouth up and down his length. She pushed it as deep into her throat as she could and felt it jump inside her mouth. “Christ,” Dawson whispered.

  Melissa came up for air and John immediately grabbed her under her shoulders and flipped her onto her back. “I can’t take it, I need to feel you again.” He shoved his cock deep inside her, making her cry out. He muffled her cries with his mouth on hers in a flash.

  A few thrusts were all it took to bring both of them to the edge again. The movement of John on Melissa’s clit was pure ecstasy; she never wanted the feeling to stop. She clawed at his shoulder blades as the both of them reached their immediate climax.

  Melissa screamed with a greater pleasure than she ever knew possible. How had she gone this long without this feeling? It was what was missing in her overworked life. As John’s dick trembled inside her, she wrapped her legs tight around his waist, never wanting to let him go.

  She would not let tomorrow take him away from her.

  Chapter 27

  Dawson was on the table, looking at Melissa and Quantum above him. He hoped all of this would be over soon and that he could help her in making advancements for the rest of the team—and so he could tell the team about Rainier and they could take him out together.

  They’d trust him now. They all understood the risk with taking the new dosage.

  As Melissa plunged the needle full of the new serum with Charlotte’s blood into his arm, a haze started to overcome him. The liquid was ice cold as it made its way inside his flesh, his veins, his bloodstream. A chill ran through his whole body. He was mildly aware of Quantum standin
g beside him with his arm on his shoulder, but his mind was becoming foggy.

  He had images of Faith. Her adorable smile and giggle when she executed her moves on the tumbling mats, the way she held Princess Kitty to her chest. Her cute little hands as she used sign language. He wanted to be her father again.

  As the serum took over, Dawson drifted fully out of consciousness.

  Dawson stirred on the table of the lab after a few hours. Melissa jumped up. She’d been right at his side, watching for when he awoke. Quantum had left right after John drifted into oblivion after the injection. Now, she hovered over him, studying his face as he opened his eyes.

  “Feeling okay?” Her forehead was creased with worry. She hadn’t been able to relax one minute since he drifted out.

  Dawson opened his mouth but nothing came out. Melissa held a cup of water to his lips and helped him sit up after he had a sip.

  “I feel…” He scratched his head. “Normal, I guess.”

  Melissa nodded, still studying him intensely. She shined a flashlight in his eyes and ears, checked his pulse, and listened to his heart with a stethoscope.

  Melissa nodded and they locked eyes. “Your symptoms are stable.”

  Her lip quivered; she had been so wired the last couple hours and she didn't want to get her hopes up just because he was awake now.

  Dawson reached out to cup her face in his hands when Quantum cleared his throat from the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe; Trigger was with him. The dog almost never left Quantum’s side. Their bond was amazing.

  “How’d it go?” Quantum and the dog hobbled nearer to the exam table, but Quantum had mostly been walking on his own now.

  “Seems okay for the moment,” Melissa said.

  Just then, Dawson collapsed back on the table. He started shaking violently. Gurgling noises escaped from his throat and his mouth began to foam. Sweat pierced his forehead and streamed down the side of his face. Trigger barked and ran over to Dawson, licking his violently thrashing hands.