The HiT Series

by Margaret McHeyzer

Just grow some fucking balls and push it away.

  “Smell what?” Ben leads me inside, sits me on the bed, and begins to take my shoes off.

  “Heroin. I could smell the aroma it gives off when it’s being cooked. And I wanted it,” I truthfully admit.

  “Stand,” Ben commands. I do and his hands go to the bottom of my t-shirt. He swiftly pulls it over my head and lets it drop to the floor. He reaches for the top button of my jeans, unfastens it, and lowers the zipper. He pushes them down over my hips to the floor. “Turn around,” he demands while looking at me with an intense, dark look.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper.

  “What I should’ve done a long time ago. I’m going to take care of you.”

  “I don’t need anyone looking after me,” I say, though the delivery isn’t convincing.

  “I don’t care what you think you want. That tough woman exterior is fine when we’re working. I’ll let you call the shots, because you know more than I do. But you also need me as much as I need you.”

  “I don’t need anyone,” I answer automatically. I sigh, the words holding no power. I do need him, more than I want to admit. I’m tired of being alone.

  It’s exhausting, having to keep everyone out, especially this man I love. I’m never able to share myself, my life with someone.

  But I won’t let him make me into a whiny, insecure woman either.

  “We’re essential to each other.” Ben unfastens my bra and slides it off. He hooks his thumbs in my panties and slowly slides them down my legs. “Let me take care of you, Anna, even if it’s only behind closed doors.”

  Ben links our fingers together and leads me into the bathroom. The spa is filled and the jets are on. He holds my hand and helps me in.

  I could do it on my own, but he wants to take care of me, so I’ll let him.

  “Thank you,” I say as I lean in to kiss him.

  “No way, let me get naked first.” He grins at me and releases my hand as I sit in the spa.

  His clothes come off in record time and he steps into the bath behind me. Ben extends his hand to reach for me, and when he takes my hand in his, that stupid current electrifies my entire body.

  What am I? A teenager? Why does his touch do such crazy things to me, make me want to let him inside the armor it’s taken me years to build? With one touch, one look, he rips all my walls down, making me want more with him.

  He gives me hope that I can be more than just an assassin.

  Ben pulls me between his legs, my back to his chest, and starts to rub his hands in circles on my back.

  Closing my eyes, I let his warm touch soothe my body, and ease my heart.

  I let out a huge sigh and lean my head back against his shoulder. Ben’s hands move to caress my ribcage, slowly moving his hands, cutting through the water with the gentlest of touches.

  “Hmmm,” I moan as I simply let him continue to pleasure my body.

  Ben wraps his ankles around mine, and moves his legs out, opening me for whatever exploration he intends.

  His hands move down my to my hips, gripping them tightly, and pulls me back against him. His hard-on is pressing into my butt crack, and all I want to do is turn around and straddle him.

  “Don’t rush it,” he whispers in my ear, sensing my eagerness. He takes my lobe in his mouth and begins sucking on it. His tongue swirls as his teeth nip; his hot breath strokes my skin, making me shiver in delight and fueling my lust.

  His hands stroke my thighs as he presses his thumbs dangerously close to my clit. I try and wiggle a little to move his hands where I want them. An ardent ache sparks to life deep inside my very core.

  Greed bubbles through me as an intense, feverish craving over-takes the sane, detached part of me.

  “More, give me more,” I moan as I grind my butt against Ben’s erection.

  “Baby girl, I want to fuck you,” he says as I turn my head toward him.

  My lips seal over his and my nerves quiver with excitement and eager anticipation.

  “Sit on the ledge.” It’s my turn to command him. A small, wicked smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His eyes darken into the same blue as the ocean. A carnal hunger is burning in his heavy-lidded, lustful orbs. His gaze tells me how much he wants me, and every part of me is on offer.

  A powerful truth passes between us; we can’t hide it any longer. All our walls have crumbled, all our masks have been torn away, and we’re seeing into the deepest, most beautiful part of each other.

  Ben sits on the ledge of the spa and looks down at me, sparking the fire of arousal to burn within.

  My hand grabs his wet cock, and I lower my head to the tip. Expelling my breath, I blow gently on it. My tongue darts out, and with a gentle touch, I lick the head.

  “Oh fuck,” he growls. Both his hands weave into my hair.

  I lower my mouth around his cock, my tongue swirling as I continue my slow descent down his rock hard shaft. Ben’s thighs flex beneath my touch, and his breath catches in his throat. His cock gives a twitch as I lick down his length, all the way to his balls, stoking an obvious fire that’s sizzling inside him.

  His hands hold my head in place with my mouth around his cock, fingers brushing my hair back out of my way as I continue to move my mouth up and down on his rigid erection.

  “God, yes,” he moans.

  I look up to see his head is thrown back, eyes are closed and mouth is open.

  Drawing a lazy circle around his cock by curling my tongue around the underside, I move down to his balls.

  I nip at the base of his cock, just enough to get him to open his eyes and look down at me.

  I’m sure my own gaze is screaming at him to turn the tables and fuck me right now, but I want to bring him to the brink with a tantalizing blow job before he does.

  I suck his balls into my mouth, and I’m nowhere near gentle. A sound of pure lust comes from the back of his throat. “Fuck me,” Ben exclaims as his fingers tighten, tugging almost painfully at my hair.

  Leaving his well-sucked balls, I rub my raspy tongue along the tip of his solid cock, forcing another strangled murmur from him, drowned out by his hitched breath.

  His reaction warms me. I know I am causing a tidal wave of sensations to ripple through his body.

  The sounds of me lapping at his thick cock are sending shivers through my own pussy. Damn, it’s so fucking sexy to know I control his enjoyment.

  When my tongue reaches his tip again, I give him a long, teasing stroke. I flutter my tongue against the end, then nip it. Hard.

  An agonizing, though pleasurable cry rips past Ben’s lips.

  He grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me, his face mere millimeters from mine. His hand ghosts down over my back, his fierce fingers grip my ass cheeks, and he pulls me toward him.

  “Do you like to bite, baby girl?” he asks, part playful and part dangerous.

  An erotic rush swells over me. I like this explosive, predatory behavior from Ben. It’s arousing, and surprisingly, an aphrodisiac for me.

  “I like to bite you,” I tease, nipping on his shoulder. Bringing the skin between my teeth, I increase the pressure, almost breaking skin.

  “Oh baby, you really shouldn’t have done that,” he growls. In a blisteringly fast movement, he grabs my hands and forces them behind my back. It’s a hold I can get out of, but I don’t challenge him.

  He stands, bringing me to my feet, and I step back. The water of the spa sloshes high against the side. The warm liquid still holds enough heat to maintain my pleasurable state of desire.

  Ben holds both my wrists in one of his big hands and turns me around, my back to his front again. Moving me to the ledge of the spa, he splays his other hand between my shoulder blades, gently, sensuously, forcing me to bend over.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he breathes in my ear, then bites my shoulder, hard.

  He pushes into me without preliminaries, his balls right up against my ass.

  His bite increases in press
ure, as he pulls his cock back from my pulsing pussy. The head of his cock is teasing, tormenting me. I try to push back to take him in, but he slaps me on the ass, and I groan with my need to have his throbbing dick deep inside me.

  “Naughty, Anna. I control this, not you. Don’t be bad again,” he says as he slides his cock out of me completely.

  Damn it to hell and beyond. Why the fuck can’t he just fuck me and give me what I need?

  “Fuck, Ben.”

  “Tsk tsk tsk, maybe now I won’t fuck you at all.”

  Who the hell is this guy?

  Where has my meek, mild-mannered Ben gone? When did he grow the balls to take me on?

  Fuck, I love it!

  I smile as my cheek rests against the edge of the spa. I wiggle my ass at him and hope he takes the damn hint.

  Who would’ve thought that I, Anna Brookes, would love a fucking take-charge Ben Pace? I would never have guessed it. But hey, a few bites and a little bit of ass-slapping and an alpha in the bedroom might be exactly what I need.

  “I’m going to fuck you because I want it, Anna. Not because you’re wiggling this delectable little derriere at me.”

  And with that, he slams back into me. Willingly, excitedly, I accept his cock as he continues to thrust into me.

  Ben leans forward and rubs circles on my clit as his hips buck and grind against me.

  I stand on my tiptoes to tilt my hips so he can reach that one sweet spot deep inside me.

  The combination of his exquisite pounding and his dexterous fondling of my clit is raising my lust to new heights.

  My blood boils dangerously fast through my veins.

  The carnal sound of skin against skin makes my pussy ache with a deep, hungry need, racing toward the inevitable orgasm, waiting to spasm around the thick cock pounding inside me.

  Ben moves faster, his groin grinding against my butt. My breath is rasping in heavy gulps.

  I can feel it; my orgasm is about to rip through me. But I hold off, wanting to make it explosive, not just great.

  He strikes with hard, powerful thrusts, and my cheek scrapes against the edge of the spa. I concentrate on the warm water lapping around my mid-thighs, the sound of it splashing around, temporarily distracting me from my own impending release.

  “Fuck me, I can’t hold back any longer,” Ben says as he quickens his deviant assault.

  He flicks my clit, bites my shoulder and drives into me all simultan-eously.

  The sensory overload catapults me. My mind doesn’t know which sensation to appreciate first.

  My clit is swollen with need.

  He continues to bite and suck at my shoulder like he needs to hold me still while he continues to fuck me with everything he’s got.

  My body doesn’t know – I don’t know – what to do. My control is disintegrating.

  A shriek rips through me as every cell in my body tightens with a ferocious, dazzling orgasm.

  Ben trembles behind me, his jabbing movements ease to slow, deep thrusts as he releases into me.

  Our bodies are still now, shivers running through both of us. Sweat coats our bodies, and our heartbeats slow now as we both float back to reality.

  Our breathing is short and sharp – the sign of a fucking great mutual orgasm.

  Ben pulls out of me, takes my hands in his and turns me around.

  His lips seal over mine, his tongue demanding entrance. He snakes one hand to the small of my back as the other cradles the back of my head.

  “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips.

  For the first time in forever, I truly understand his words.

  “I love you, too,” I repeat with no less emotion.

  Ben

  “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, how are you enjoying your honeymoon?” our waiter asks when we sit for dinner.

  “Very well, thank you, Austin,” I answer on behalf of Anna and myself.

  “What would you like to drink?” Austin asks, waiting for our order.

  “Two Jacks please.”

  Austin turns and leaves, leaving Anna and I to peruse the menu.

  Now is a good time to ask her something that’s been niggling at my mind since we came aboard six days ago.

  “Anna,” I start. This is going to be an awkward conversation. I want to ask her here, because it lowers the chance of her grabbing my cock and hurting me in public.

  “Hmmm,” she says as her eyes scan the menu.

  “What are we going to do once we take care of business back home?”

  Her eyes shoot up to glare at me, and her mouth forms a tight, thin line. Her shoulders tighten, and it doesn’t take a genius to see she’s angry.

  “You asked me this here so I wouldn’t hurt you, didn’t you?”

  Fuck, she’s good. My woman is smart.

  “No, no, it just occurred to me that we really haven’t talked about what’s going to happen.”

  I hope she believes me. Doubtful, though.

  “And you thought you’d bring it up, casually, right now?”

  Austin returns to the table with our drinks. Anna sits back in her seat, and starts tapping on the table with her fingernail.

  Austin looks between the two of us, but elects to say nothing. Wise move, buddy.

  “Are you ready to order dinner?” he asks in an uneasy voice.

  “We need a few moments,” Anna answers sharply, enunciating very clearly.

  Austin doesn’t say a word. He nods, gives me the ‘dude, you’re fucked’ look, and quickly walks away.

  Anna’s intense brown eyes are glued on mine, her posture anything but relaxed. I can see she’s thinking.

  She chances a look over her shoulder and smiles at Austin, calling him back to take our orders.

  Damn, the silence is killing me. It’s even worse than if she ripped me a new one. At least that way, it would be over and done with instead of me sitting here, worrying about what she’ll do next.

  “What would the happy newlyweds like for dinner tonight?” Austin asks jovially, trying his hardest to defuse the palpable tension between Anna and myself.

  Well, Anna’s tension. I’m not tense…maybe just a little.

  Anna orders, all the while keeping her eyes glued to mine. I try to avoid her and look at the menu.

  When Austin asks me, I respond with the first thing I see and hand the menu back.

  Our waiter gives us a strained smile. His expression wordlessly wishes me all the luck in the world. He turns and nearly runs from the table and a very pissed-off Anna.

  “Now,” she says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, a clearly angry posture.

  “Now,” I repeat her word, but hold her gaze.

  “Do you want to tell me what this little maneuver is all about?” she asks, lifting one eyebrow and staring at me. In true Anna style, she cuts through all the bullshit usually associated with awkward conversations.

  “I was just wondering what’s going to happen to us…you know, later.”

  “I don’t know what’s going to happen later. I’ve got three things to take care of, and then find my sister.”

  “We,” I correct her.

  “What?” She furrows her brows together, looking lost in thought.

  “We have three things to take care of and then find your sister.”

  She hesitates before answering, “I’ve been on my own for so long, that saying ‘we’ isn’t something I’m accustomed to. But yes, we have those things to do before we can think about anything else. Have you considered what you want to do? Your business can’t run itself.”

  No it can’t. But I’m ready to walk away from it all.

  I’ve made enough money to see me through several lifetimes, all well hidden so prying eyes can’t find it.

  “I want to live a life where I don’t have to look over my shoulder every moment of the day, somewhere we can leave it all behind and be just us.”

  Anna starts to chuckle. When I look at her, she shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
/>   “And you really believe what you just described can happen?” she asks, bemused and almost teasing.

  “I can buy an island, and we can disappear and just live there.”

  Can’t we?

  “You can’t be so naïve, can you? We will never be able to live a carefree life. Ever. No matter where we go, at some point, we’ll be discovered and then we’ll have to pick up and leave. And we’ll have to do it quickly. There won’t be time to pack, or take anything with us except the clothes on our backs. We will never be free. We’ll always be haunted by our previous lives.”

  Her look is forlorn, desperate, defeated.

  “We can’t give up,” I answer her unspoken worries. I lean over and take her hands in mine, rubbing my thumb across her soft skin. “You’ve gotten some color over the past six days, and you’ve gained back some of those pounds you lost.” Anna shoots me another look, a more dangerous one.

  Fuck, what the hell did I say?

  “I’ve gained back the weight I lost, eh?”

  Well, yeah. But I think I said something wrong, because Anna is looking at me like she can’t wait to get me back to the room, and not for what I want to do either.

  “You are the most obtuse person I’ve ever met. How the hell you haven’t gotten yourself killed is beyond me,” Anna declares, but at least her mood has lightened. She doesn’t look like she wants to kill me now.

  “Um, I’m sorry,” I say, but my delivery is more a question than an apology.

  “You have no freaking idea what you even said, do you?” She chuckles again, clearly finding this entire situation humorous. “First, never ask a woman her age, or tell her she’s gained weight, or tell her she looks like shit in something she’s wearing.”

  “I thought honesty is the best policy.” I shrug, totally baffled by this shit. “Didn’t we promise each other honesty? Can’t we just tell the truth and not have to worry about hurting each other’s feelings?”

  “There’s a way to be honest that won’t make a woman feel like shit, too. But I just find it amusing how you even said it in the first place. And I’m still scratching my head at how the hell you’re still alive. For someone who grew up with two sisters, someone with so much street savvy, you’re pretty much a dumbass.”