Naomi murmured with satisfaction and the vibrations made him pulse again. Slowly, so slowly, she slid back over him, reluctant to let him go. He lowered her arms, hoping he hadn’t hurt her when he came; he vaguely recalled holding her wrists in a death-grip.
She sat back now, so amazingly gorgeous as she knelt in front of him. Her lips were swollen and pink, her breasts glowing with rivulets of water. She was like a fucking goddess and it was wrong that she should be at his feet. He reached down to her, helped her to stand.
“My God, Naomi.” His voice was reverent. “That was perfect.”
“As good as you imagined it?”
“Better.” He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. “So much fucking better.”
“Well, I aim to please.”
“Mission accomplished,” he groaned. He lifted her wrists, examined them for redness or bruising. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”
“Oh, Matt.” She was chiding, teasing. “You’d never hurt me. Don’t you know that?”
“I do know that. I just want to make sure that you do too.”
“I do.” She closed her eyes as he held her. “I really do.”
Chapter Fourteen
King glanced up at the knock on his office doorjamb. When he saw Quinn and Jackson standing there, he nodded at them.
“Shut the door,” he said.
They came in to the room; like King, they took up an absurd amount of space in it.
“Well,” he said without any pleasantries at all. “What’d you find out about the fucker?”
Quinn handed King a folder. “Fucker’s the word, alright.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
“Patrick Doyle likes underage hookers,” Jack said. “Provided to him courtesy of our favorite scumbag, Kirk Jensen.”
“Aw, hell, no.” King flipped the folder open now and stared in disgust at the photos. “Jesus Christ.”
“And the best part?” Quinn said. “He puts them on his expense account.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.” Quinn shook his shaved head. “It’s all in there.”
“Goddamn. I hate this guy.”
“Yeah, I think I may just a little bit, too,” Jack said, his hard face like granite. “So, what do we do now, boss?”
King looked at two of his King’s Men team and narrowed his eyes. “Shoot him in the face many, many times. Make it look like an accident.”
They rolled their eyes and waited for their real instructions.
“No, actually not. Send these photos to the Denver PD. One of you guys know Damian Cleary?”
“In the Child Protection Unit?” Quinn said. “Yeah, I know him.”
“Make sure he gets these personally, yeah? And keep our involvement quiet, as usual.”
“Consider it done.”
King turned his attention to Jack. “And which law firm does Doyle work for?”
“Ferguson and Maine.”
“Make sure they get copies of the file too, and highlight the sections of his expense report where this prestigious law firm paid for him to fuck little girls. Attach a note explaining that unless they cooperate fully with any police investigation, the file gets sent to the national press. That should light a fire under their asses to not protect one of their own.”
The men nodded.
“Anything else?” King asked.
“Nope,” Jack said.
“Great. Send me your invoices and I’ll make sure they’re paid by the end of the week.”
“Thanks, boss.”
They left and King sat down again, his hands clenched. Christ, the temptation to take a few of the boys around to visit Doyle at home had been pretty overwhelming, but he’d sworn to never again let his personal feelings affect his work. Having a few King’s Men casually check in to Doyle wasn’t really breaking his promise though, was it? If they hadn’t found anything, King would have just gone on with his life, let it all go. The cops were taking Naomi's assault complaint seriously and that was good... but not good enough. King always had a back-up plan.
The fact that the sick fuck committed statutory rape and fraud on the regular was something that King was duty-bound to report to the cops and Doyle’s employer. He was just being a good citizen, really. And if it helped Naomi to sleep at night knowing that her rapist was shamed and fired and maybe even behind bars… well, that was just a nice little bonus. Right?
**
“Jax, Jax, Jax!” Noah jumped to his feet. “I need help.”
Jax froze for a second, suddenly thrown back to the night that Sarah had been beaten in to a coma. Noah had called him for help and Jax still remembered the man’s panic coming at him over the phone, so strong it was almost physical.
“With what?” Sarah asked her brother. “You OK?”
Noah nodded. “Valentine’s Day tomorrow.”
“It is,” she said, puzzled.
“What do I buy Callie?”
Jax and Sarah glanced at each other and shared a grin. They picked Noah and Callie up from the Heart Center a few times a week, and they had both enjoyed watching the relationship develop between the other couple. It was a slow-growing, beautiful thing and it still stunned Sarah that her brother had found someone to care about. She didn’t think she’d ever finish being grateful for that.
“Where is Callie?” Jax said, looking around.
“King came to get her to go shopping for my present but I don’t have a present for her! I need a present but I don’t know what to buy! What’s right? I have to be right!”
Noah was more upset than Sarah had seen him in a long while, and years of taking care of him made it easy enough for her to step in to calm the whole situation down.
“Hey, Noah. Noah, look at me, OK?”
His blue eyes – eyes exactly like hers – focused on Sarah’s face.
“Good, sweetie. Now listen here, yeah? We have plenty of time right now, so how about you and me and Jax go find something special for Callie.”
“Help me?”
“Of course we’ll help you, man,” Jax said gently. “We’ll be happy to.”
Noah sighed in relief. “OK.”
They headed out to Jax’s truck and got in, Sarah between the two men. She looked at her brother and grinned.
“What does Callie like?” she asked him.
“Me,” Noah said without hesitation.
Jax laughed. “That’s for damn sure, man. She thinks the sun rises and sets on you.”
Noah’s brow furrowed. “It doesn’t.”
“That’s just an expression,” Sarah explained. “Jax is saying that Callie thinks you’re wonderful.”
“Yes,” Noah agreed. “She does.” He paused. “Am I?”
“Are you wonderful?” Sarah said.
“Yes. Am I?”
“Oh, sweetie.” Sarah felt the tears rising. “You are. More than you’ll ever know.”
**
“So what did Callie give Noah?” Naomi asked, kind of dying to know. She was perched on a chair with a glass of sparkling water with lemon, watching Matt cook. For such a big guy, he was amazingly graceful in the kitchen and he was one hell of a cook. Seeing as Naomi couldn’t even boil water without messing it up, she appreciated his culinary talents immensely.
King stirred something that smelled delicious. “She got him a camera.”
“Really?” Naomi was delighted.
“Yep. Used her own money from her sculpture sales and everything.”
“And what did Noah get her?”
“A bracelet.”
“Went straight to the jewelry, huh?” she said. “Always a good choice.”
“Yep, and it’s gorgeous. Gold with lots of colorful stones. She almost cried when he put it on her.”
Naomi shook her head.
“I love those two.”
“Yeah, me too.” Matt turned to her now. “You want your present now?”
“Oooh.” She grinned. “Yes, please. Is it jewelry?”
“Nope. I already gave you jewelry.”
She touched the necklace that she never took off, lifted the silver ring to her lips. “You did and I love it.”
“I love that you love it.” His eyes were on slow-burn as he watched her warm lips move over the cool metal. “You want to guess what I got you for our first Valentine’s Day?”
“Do you want me to?” She cocked her head at him. “Is it a game?”
“Could be. How about I give you a few hints?”
“Deal.”
“OK. Hmmm.” He thought for a few seconds. “OK. Remember when we drove out to Colorado Springs for the weekend?”
“Sure I do.”
“We found that tiny little art gallery that you dragged me in to, and there was something in there that you loved. Couldn’t take your eyes off it, actually.”
Naomi’s breath caught. “That painting.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You – did you go back and get it?”
“You think that’s something I’d do, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, you would.”
“Why don’t you go and see?”
“Where?”
He took her by the hand and led her in to the living room. He reached behind the sofa and pulled something long and flat and wrapped in brown paper from between it and the wall.
“Go on,” he said.
Breathless, Naomi carefully unwrapped the gift, fighting back tears even before she saw what was underneath the paper.
“Oh, Matt,” she said softly. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.”
She ran her fingers over the painting now, following the brush strokes. The yellows and reds and purples were as vibrant as she remembered, the greens and blues and whites as soothing. The woman was still standing strong and tough as the storm whirled and raged around her, and once again, Naomi knew that whatever was causing all the turbulence in her life, the woman was going to survive it.
She will and I will too.
“I have something for you, too,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But I’ll give it to you after dinner.”
“Do I get a hint?” he said hopefully. “Even a little one?”
“OK.” She stood up and slowly ran her hand up the front of her blouse. His eyes sharpened as he watched the lazy movement. When she undid the top button, he blinked. When she undid the second one, he leaned forward. And when she parted the material to show him the red lingerie she was wearing, he reached for her.
Matt’s large hands held her hips as he nuzzled between her full breasts. “Are you my present?”
“I am.” She lifted his chin to meet her eyes. “I want to make love with you tonight.”
His breath caught. “Naomi… you sure?”
“Totally.” She smiled and his heart stopped dead at her beauty. “I’m ready, Matt. You?”
“God, baby,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking ready.”
She pulled back and he groaned again, this time from sheer frustration. She did her buttons up again and he sighed sadly. “I wanted to enjoy the view over pasta.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the view,” she chided him. “After pasta.”
“Yeah, OK.” He stood up. “How fast can you eat?”
**
King managed to restrain himself for a whole five minutes after she finished eating, but that was his limit. When Naomi slowly undid her top two blouse buttons again and this time kept on going, he lost control. Neither one of them minded much, though.
Naomi gave a small scream when he ripped her blouse in half, then tore her skirt right off her body. She'd never had a man destroy her clothing to get to her, and she was almost dizzy with lust.
"Sorry, but not sorry," he muttered. "I'll buy you new ones."
"Christ, I don't care, Matt." She was panting, hopelessly wet and hot. "I loved it."
His hands ran over the red lace, down her stomach, plunged between her legs. He was wild and impatient, not showing any of his usual finesse, and she thought she'd never wanted him more. This was Matt when he let himself go all the way, when he said 'fuck it' to being gentle and slow, to playing by the rules. He was carnal, huge, ferocious. And she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her every which way, until she screamed his name and lost herself in his arms.
She gasped when he picked her up, turned, drove her up and back against the living room wall. Her legs went around his waist and she returned his kisses, her tongue in his mouth, her hands pulling at his clothes. He did something with his hips, some deep and erotic movement that pressed his erection against her heated center, and she gasped. He did it again, slowly, watching her face as he rubbed his hardness right where she needed it the most.
Her head fell back and a sound came out of her that she'd never made before: animal, primal, feral. His eyes burst in to flame at hearing it and he held her ass in both hands, then rocked his lower body again.
"Ride me, baby." It was a command, an order. "Ride me until you come on my cock. Right here, right now, up against this wall."
Mindless, she obeyed him. His hands gripped her hard, controlling her movements, lifting and lowering her on him again and again. She rolled her hips forward, slid them back, rolled forward again. His length rubbed her clit, even through the material, and she felt like that barrier wasn't between them. She was soaked and open, and he ran his cock up and down her slit until she was crying out, frantic and desperate. She needed to come, needed it like she needed air, and he knew it. His fingers moved between them now, sliding under the scrap of lace to find her.
Naomi didn't think she could take any more sensation, but when those thick, strong fingers moved inside her, she was thrown in to some new dimension of sensation. She rode his hand now, rode his cock, shameless and beyond caring about anything except coming for him.
He stroked and plunged and circled, and that was all amazing, but when he twisted his hand and squeezed her clit between two fingers, that was when Naomi lost it. Her whole world narrowed to that taut bundle of hot, hard nerves, and when he released slightly and squeezed again, the surge of pleasure stormed her.
King smiled as Naomi's whole body arched and every muscle contracted. Her screams were incoherent and wrenched from some place deep inside her thrusting, trembling body. She could barely draw breath, but she screamed until the white-hot explosive pleasure subsided, and then she moaned. Her head fell forward on to his shoulder and he kept his hand on her clit, staying with her all the way, until she shuddered and sucked in breath. He felt her soften against him, grow pliant and relaxed, and he knew she was coming down from that insane peak. And still he wanted more.
"Fuck," he said, his voice molten. "I need to see that again... this time with me inside you."
He spun away from the wall and she just held on as he carried her down to the bedroom. In one strong move, he lowered her to the bed, stayed right with her the whole way down. She moaned when he covered her entire body with his, feeling trapped in the best possible way. She was still dazed from that incredible climax and he turned her face to his. Her eyes blazed up at him, hungry and brimming with desire.
"Ready for more?" he said.
She moistened her lips with her tongue, and he watched the movement. "Yes."
"Then hang on, honey, 'cause I'm going to make you scream all over again."
His mouth descended on hers without grace or softness and she squirmed under him, trying to get as close as she could. Then he was gone and she cried out. She felt cold and lost without him on top of her, but in seconds, he was back, naked now. Her hands went everywhere she could reach: his back, his chest, his cock, his ass.
Pantin
g, he pulled back again and rolled on the condom. She opened her thighs and he growled at the sight of her glistening pussy begging him to enter. Then he thought about that fucker who had raped her, who had hit her when she'd said no, and that slowed down his heart rate. Suddenly, he was worried about scaring her, maybe even hurting her.
"Do you need me to go easy?" he said. "Tell me."
She shook her head, her eyes bright in her stunning face. "I need you inside me. Right now."
He lowered himself between her legs and led the tip of his cock to her entrance. Keeping most of his weight on his forearms, he rubbed her, watching her face to see her reaction. She threw her head back, closed her eyes. Her nails dug in to his lower back and she pulled him tight.
"Matt," she moaned. "Now."
He entered her, paused. When she gave a cry of pleasure and pulled on him again, he slid in all the way, right to the hilt. Her pussy was tight and soft, and so fucking welcoming. King lowered his forehead to hers, gripped her body hard against his.
"Naomi?"
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. She looked lost, and his heart jumped at her vulnerability.
"Baby, you are so amazing. So hot. I love this – love being inside you."
Her muscles spasmed around him and he smiled.
"And you love having me there, don't you? I can feel how much you love it. You're getting wetter and hotter every second."
Naomi's eyes darkened until they were pools of pure lust. That was when King began to move. Slow at first, then faster as her hips rose to meet his thrusts; he slid his hands under her body and lifted her right off the bed. She gave a cry and stared up at his gorgeous face. He gazed back at her, desperate to see those eyes when she came this way for the first time.
"Stay with me," he said, gritting his teeth to hold back his orgasm until she went over the edge again. "Look at me."
Naomi held his stare as they moved together. She was awash in feelings, in colors, in wants. Having this man inside her body was so intimate, so close, and there was nowhere to hide from him.
Those gray eyes stripped off her flesh, smashed through her bones, went straight to her heart. He saw her, he saw everything; she was naked and exposed. They were connected – physically, emotionally – and for this few minutes, they were one body. Matt overwhelmed all her senses and stirred her entire being and she shut her eyes, trying to hide from the intensity.
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