by Lea Hart
Releasing her mouth, he looked down. “Something you want me to take off?”
“This damn T-shirt,” she huffed. “I want to see what you’ve had hidden under those suits of yours.”
He let out a dark laugh. “You’ve had your hands on me all week, so I’m pretty sure you know what you’re getting.” Tugging the T-shirt over his head, he flicked it away and threw his hands out. “Hope I’ll do.”
Moving her hands to his chest, she ran them over his hair-roughened skin. “Sam, not only do you have a beautiful face, but a body to match.”
“Flattering, but untrue,” he responded as he trailed kisses to her mouth and then her jaw.
Shuddering from the arousing sensation, she moved closer and let her hands greedily move over his body.
“Time to get rid of these clothes,” he growled as he yanked her shirt over her head. “I’m hoping you’ve got pink panties on because that’s what I’ve always pictured you wearing.”
Panting, she felt his big hands move her yoga pants off her legs. “And what are you doing when you’re picturing me?”
No answer.
Feeling her pants pool at her feet, she stepped out of them and then noticed Sam looking at her like she was the Christmas present he always hoped for. His expression was happy like a child’s as well as dark like a man who’s about to satisfy his appetite.
“I never pictured the black ribbon woven into them,” he said as he traced the scalloped lace edge across her stomach and licked his lips. “Fucking sexy.” Moving the hair from her shoulder, he then unfastened her bra. “Better than I imagined.”
Knowing she wasn’t anything spectacular, she felt a momentary shyness and was about to move her hands when he knelt in front of her. He took her nipple into his warm mouth and the nip of his teeth had her almost jumping out of her skin from the pleasure. As her head fell back, she allowed the pleasure to flow over her limbs and then realized she was in for more when his hand skidded along her stomach and slid inside her panties.
Leaning against the wall, her legs went weak when his thumb stroked her moist opening and then his mouth sealed over her as he worked magic with his hot tongue and gentle teeth. Nearly dying from the insane bliss, she moaned louder than she ever had and felt the cold wall pressed against her back. His tongue flicked back and forth, over and over, taking her higher and closer to a mind-numbing orgasm. Pushing her hands against the wall, she thrust her hips forward, seeking harder and deeper contact.
Answering her need, he thrust one finger inside.
“Close, Sam. So very close,” she hissed out.
“Let go,” he commanded darkly.
His long, thick finger eased out, then in, out then in, until she got lost in the sensation. No longer able to tell which felt better, his thick finger inside her or his mouth on her clit, she felt close to exploding. And then his gentle bite made stars explode behind her eyes.
Moving along the waves of pleasure, she felt her mind float away from her body as she reveled in the ride.
Seconds, minutes, she had no idea how long it took for awareness to return, but when she finally opened her eyes, Sam was standing with one hand braced on the wall beside her and a pleased grin on his handsome face. “You look as satisfied as I feel.”
“Not quite.”
He pulled her hand and she followed him over to a chair sitting in the corner of the room and wondered what he had in mind.
***
Untying the drawstring of his sweats, he let them fall and then sat down. “I want to look at your face when I make you come again.”
“You think you can do that twice, Sammy?”
“No doubt, Lucky.” Watching her step in front of him and kneel made him wonder if her evil grin meant what he thought it did.
“Maybe it’s your turn.”
Pushing his legs apart, she took him in her small hand and gripped his cock. He sucked in a breath as her long hair slid over his thighs and she bent forward and took him into her warm wet mouth.
“Not going to survive,” he murmured as she licked him from shaft to tip. Gritting his teeth, he firmed his ass against the chair as she nibbled the sensitive spot beneath his cock head. He sucked in a harsh breath and she took him completely and swallowed him down. Not wanting to come in her mouth, he slid his hands under her arms and lifted her away. “First time I come has to be inside you.”
“But…”
“No, Lucky.” He lifted her and then pulled her down so she was hovering directly over his erection which jutted out at her. “You have a dangerous mouth, woman.”
“I thought you liked it,” she said.
“Loved it,” he replied as he moved his hand over her mound, using his finger to spread her moisture and tease her flesh. When she bit down on her lip, he knew she was ready. “Now, we begin.”
“Condom.”
“Are you protected?”
“Yes, I have the shot, but…”
“I’m clean Lucky and I want you bare.”
Nodding, she closed her eyes.
Raising her hips, he lifted her and settled his cock at the juncture of her thighs and then thrust upward at the same moment she released herself and settled onto him completely. Seeing her eyes pop open and catch his let him know the shock of the connection wasn’t only happening to him. “Feel it, Lucky?”
“Yes,” she whispered as she met his gaze.
When he saw the same sense of rightness and awe wash over her beautiful face that he felt, he knew he’d been right all along. Rocking his hips, he not only felt the sensations of his body but for the first time in his life, felt an emotional connection that told him he was home.
When her eyes slipped closed, he tugged her hair until she opened them. “No hiding.” Seeing her nod and then meet his gaze let him know they were bound. And then, they began to move together in unison as the thrust of his hips met the rock of hers. Working together, they moved each other higher and higher.
He was buried so deep inside her that he was pressed against her cervix every time he drove into her. And as she tightened her internal muscles, he groaned when she tried to take control. Plunging higher and deeper, he heard her whimper. “Behave, Lucky, and let me love you.”
Slipping his hands between them, he touched her where she needed most and sent her spiraling out of control. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her vagina walls closed around him, and her juices soaked his cock. His balls drew tight against his body and he knew she was his as he exploded, emptying himself into Lucky’s welcoming body.
***
Even after the contractions subsided, Lucky held on for dear life because Sam Barton had just blown her world apart and she had no idea what to do. All the things she knew as absolute truths only moments ago no longer were applicable because not only had he buried himself physically inside her body, but he managed to bury himself in her soul.
“Told you,” he said against her ear as he held her close.
Not wanting to find out exactly what those words meant, she unlocked her hands and released him and eased herself off. Looking from side to side, she wondered if she should grab her clothes and dog and go home.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said as he heaved himself off the chair. Pulling his sweats up, he tied them and then pointed to the bed. “Get in.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“You do and that’s what’s freaking you out.”
She watched him walk into the bathroom and heard the water running. Before she could make a move, he flipped open the blankets and gently pushed her down. “What are you doing?”
“Being a good boyfriend.” He gently wiped her clean and then kissed her gently. “I’m going to take Judit out and I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
He cocked his head and gave her one of his deadly open smiles before walking out of the room. Pulling the blankets up, she fussed with the pillow and wondered how in the hell she was going to survive Sam
Barton Special Agent.
Hearing the door open, Lucky sat up and saw Judit walk across the living room. “Sammy?”
“Right here, Lucky.” He walked in with two bottles of water and handed her one. “Important to stay hydrated because we just got started.”
She pulled the sheet up to her chin, burrowed down in the blankets, and shook her head. “I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.”
He let out a low laugh. “Not going to be necessary.”
Dropping his sweats, he sat down on the bed and pulled them off. “Need anything else?”
“No.” She leaned up and watched as he took off his watch and then unsnapped his prosthetic. He let it fall to the ground as he peeled off the protective sock and then scooted back. Leaning over, she ran her fingers over the rough skin and then kissed his leg. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re lucky to be alive, Sam.”
“I know, honey. Guess God wanted to keep me around, so I could love on you and keep you satisfied.”
Falling against the bed, she let out a laugh. “Doubt that’s what he had in mind.”
When he didn’t respond and turned off the light, she rolled onto her side and felt him curl himself around her. Lacing their hands together, she closed her eyes and sent up a prayer of appreciation for Sam being more stubborn than she was.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Saturday, September 16th
Sam walked into the apartment with a happy dog and bag full of donuts and wondered why Lucky had her clothes on. “Why’d you get dressed?”
“I find it’s not a good idea to go out in public naked because the risk factor of inciting a riot is way too high.”
“Smart ass.” He took Judit’s leash off and watched her walk over to her water bowl. “I was hoping you’d be warm and ready for round three or is it four?”
“I’ve got things to do today and can’t be tied to your bed, satisfying every single one of your naughty fantasies.”
“Now, what is the point of having a girlfriend if that doesn’t happen on a Saturday?” He kissed her head and then went over to fill a mug with coffee. “I got your favorite donut and I think you should get rid of your clothes and crawl back into bed to enjoy it.”
She opened the bag and peered in. “Glazed twist.” She took it out, took a big bite, and smiled. “I love these.”
Watching her lips wrap around the donut made him groan as he remembered what they felt like when they’d been wrapped around him last night. He slid into the chair next to her and took out his own twist and ate it in four bites. When the sugar rushed through his system, he felt like his brain kicked into action and he was able to think about more than Lucky’s naked body wrapped around his. “What should we do today?”
“I’m going home to soak in a tub and then tackle the chores that I never had time to get to this week.”
“That doesn’t sound like much fun; maybe I can come up with something more exciting.”
She lifted her cup and peered over the edge of it. “I’m sure you can, but right now I don’t need exciting. I need clean underwear and groceries.”
“All right, we can do chores.”
“There is no we in chores.”
He lifted her hand and wrapped it in his. “There could be.”
“Sam, give me a little breathing space. You inserted yourself into my life two weeks ago and have barraged me with your attention and affection. I’ve barely had a second to think. I need to go home…”
“And get your barriers erected so I won’t get too close,” he said with more frustration than he meant to convey.
Lucky let out an irritated growl and then stood up. “You don’t know what you’re talking about and don’t think you can shame me into feeling bad about doing what I need to.” Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and she wiped at them as she turned away. “Why do you always have to push so much?”
Sam felt like the biggest asshole in the world and stood immediately, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m sorry, Lucky. I was a selfish insecure bastard and I promise that I won’t push anymore.”
When he felt her arms go around him, he let out a breath of relief. “I feel like I got the present I always wanted and don’t want to let go, so if you can give me a minute to pull my head out, I promise I’ll do better.”
“I just need a bit of time to adjust to the ‘new us.’ We went from frenemies to lovers in a short period of time and I don’t think my mind and emotions have caught up with the new developments.”
“Makes sense,” he replied as he rested his chin on top of her head. “I’ve been thinking about this since last spring, so I’ve had lots of time to get used to the idea of having you in my life. For a long time, it didn’t seem like a possibility, and now that it is, all I want to do is strangle you with my attention and affection. I’ve employed the old tactic of concentrated artillery bombardment, so you have no choice but to take me on.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that out since you planted your very fine butt in my life for the last week.”
“At least you think it’s fine.” Hearing her laugh sent relief through his body and he let her go and took a step back. “Give me a call when you’re ready for some company. I’ll take Judit today and you go have a quiet and relaxing day.”
“Okay.” Taking her cup to the sink, she rinsed it out and put it in the dishwasher, and then grabbed her purse.
Sam walked over to the door and waited. When Lucky came over, he resisted the urge to grab ahold and kiss the hell out of her. She needed space and he was going to give it to her, even if it went against every one of his instincts. “See you later.”
Standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a kiss on his cheek and then opened the door and walked out.
He watched her walk down the hall to the elevator and waited until she got on; when she did and the doors closed, he walked back inside and collapsed on the couch and looked at Judit sleeping on her bed.
Seemed everyone had something to do and he could either have a pity party for himself or get the hell up and grab a workout and then do the errands he could no longer avoid. Standing, he shook off his disappointment and got on with his day.
***
Hunched over his laptop, Sam let out a frustrated groan and sat back. He’d been sitting at his table for hours, reading through intel on Anton Vazov, trying to determine if he was affiliated with the “Brothers Circle.” If it was determined that he was, in fact, tied to the transnational criminal organization, it might unlock more resources. The executive order that had been put in place by President Obama would allow them to block property, and if they could pursue that angle it might actually give them a shot at taking him down.
Dominating strategic assets was at the heart of the order and if they could somehow disturb Vazov’s assets, then he might not have the capacity to fund Yolkin, which, in turn, could slow the tide of black heroin flowing into the city.
It was a long shot, but so far it was all he’d come up with as a strategy to deal with the brastsy krug or Brothers Circle. And he knew the term or identification of the group wasn’t accepted by everyone, but understanding the vorovskoi mir or the traditional Soviet/Russian underworld was damn near impossible and he didn’t expect to achieve it in this lifetime.
Truthfully, he thought of it as a general term to describe the most respected and powerful of the vory v zakone or “thieves in law” who made up the underworld elite. Anton Vazov was an avtoritet and a true mover and shaker within the criminal subculture and if they could take him down, then they may have a chance at slowing down the bratvas in Chicago for more than a couple of months.
Scraping his hand over the back of his neck, he leaned back and looked at the ceiling and tried to determine the best way to move forward. Before he came up with any illuminating ideas, his phone rang. Picking it up, he saw Lucky’s name and grinned. “Hi, honey.”
“Oh, my God, you need to come home right now.”
Standing abruptly, he moved to p
ick up Judit’s leash. “Are you in danger?”
“What? No, of course not.”
Sitting back down, he took a deep breath. “Jeezus, Lucky, you had me concerned.”
“I was doing a little research and I think I’ve found Anton Vazov’s kassir on the dark web working a side hustle.”
“You found the bookkeeper?”
“Yes, come right now, so you can look at the intel and tell me if I’m on the right track.”
“All right, any chance after you’re done using me for my brain, you’ll want to use me for my body?”
“Absolutely. I made lasagna and it will be ready in an hour, so pick up some ice cream and hustle that sexy heinie of yours home and bring my dog back.”
“It’s our dog and she’s sleeping.”
“She’s mostly my dog.”
“All right, Lucky, I’ll do as you ask, but just know I feel a little cheap since it didn’t take much for me to agree with your whims.”
“I’m sure you’ll get over it after you’ve eaten, and we’ve done that thing you wanted to do last night, but didn’t.”
“Don’t tease a desperate man if you don’t mean it.”
“Don’t be a dramatic twelve-year-old. We had sex a bunch of times last night and so the last thing you should be is desperate unless you’re a sex addict and if you are, then that’s a whole different conversation.”
“I’m addicted to you and no matter how much time we spend together, it will never be enough. I’m hooked on the feel and taste of you and I’m never going to recover, so what you see is what you get.”
“Fair enough.”
“What kind of ice cream?”
“You pick.”
“See you in half-an-hour.”
“Sam.”
“Yes?”
“I’m wearing sweats, so don’t get dressed up because then I’ll feel bad that I didn’t put more effort into getting myself together for my boyfriend.”