“That was my choice, too.” His hands dropped to the hem of her shirt and then under it. He was torn between removing it swiftly or agonizingly slowly. He chose the latter. His palms and fingers tingled as he dragged them up her torso, pushing the shirt higher and higher. Her skin was soft, like velvet. Up over her ribs, his hands paused to rub the underside of her breasts.
Jordyn’s hands left his neck and reached down to pull her shirt over her head, but he covered them with his own hands. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I want you to do nothing but feel while I have my way with you.”
“Can-can your way be fast first and then slow for the second round?”
He nipped her earlobe, pleased to feel a shiver go through her spine. “Trust me. I think you’ll find my way of doing things to be quite enjoyable. Think you can handle that?”
Not letting her answer, he spun her around and took possession of her mouth with his. Soft lips, a wet tongue, and moans of need fueled his desire. Her shirt was pushed up, scarcely covering her tits, and he edged it further until the beautiful flesh was bare. His hands went to her back, caressing her skin and pushing her chest into his. They both moaned into each other’s mouth at the contact.
Bending his knee between her legs, he encouraged her to hump his thigh. Her hips undulated and he could feel her heat and wetness through their two pairs of jeans. He was now painfully hard, but he wanted to savor each second of the first time he took Ms. Jordyn Alvarez. His mind and body stressed that this was the first time because he’d be damned if there wasn’t at least a second and third time.
Wanting her bare, he pulled his mouth from hers just long enough to rid her shirt from her body. His tongue delved back in between her lips and dueled with hers. She tasted like heaven and spice. His hands dropped to her ass and he picked her up, her legs immediately wrapping around his hips. Backing her up to a wall, he ground his erection against her mound. His mouth left hers. Kissing and licking, he made his way over her jaw, down her neck to those breasts he was dying to torture.
He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and lapped at the stiff peak. Her hands dove into his hair, sliding the thin, leather band holding his ponytail down until the blond strands fell free. She held him to her breast, moaning and gasping. Her native Spanish poured from her as she begged him for more. She’d come to live in the United States with her uncle at the age of fourteen, and English had then become her primary language. But there were times when she was excited or mad that words such as oh Dios mío, por favor, and mierda flowed from her pretty lips.
She pleaded for him to fuck her hard and fast. Jordyn didn’t know about the lifestyle he enjoyed and now wasn’t the time to announce it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t incorporate it into this scene without her realizing it. He cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed. She had him hotter than any other woman he’d ever been with and they both still had their pants on—but not for long.
Carrying her over to the bed, he dropped her unceremoniously, and her body and breasts bounced a few times while she laughed. Leaning back on her elbows, she stared up at him seductively as he took a step back and crossed his arms. His voice was low and smooth like fine whiskey. “Finish getting undressed, Jordy. I want to see all of you.”
Her gaze slid down to his bulging crotch, and she licked her lips. “The feeling is mutual.”
God, she was going to be the death of him tonight. What he wouldn’t give to have her call him Sir or Master. He could survive without it for tonight, though. “You first, love. Strip for me.”
Biting her lower lip, she stood on the mattress and undid the snap of her jeans. Oh, so slowly, she lowered the zipper. He could hear the metal teeth separating one tick per second, and it was torturous and exhilarating at the same time. The glide of her tight jeans and black thong down her legs was more of the same, as inch by inch her skin was revealed. He swallowed hard and mentally field stripped his sniper rifle to keep from throwing her over his knees and spanking her ass. She was far from ready for that.
When she finally stepped out of the jeans and thong, then flicked them to the floor with her foot, he was back in control. His gaze started at her polished, red toes and roamed upward, over her legs, hips, torso, and breasts, until it reached her face. Clothed, she was stunning. Naked, the only word he could think of was glorious. But then another word flickered in from the far recesses of his mind—mine. Well, at least, for tonight she was.
Carter stripped off his own pants then circled the corner of the bed. He laid down with his head on one of the pillows, and Jordyn spun slowly as she watched him. Shifting toward the middle of the mattress, he crooked his finger at her. “Come here, love. I want you to sit on my face until I’ve had my fill of your sweet pussy.”
Her eyes flared with heat and desire. Stepping toward his head, she placed one foot on either side of his shoulders, then slide to her knees. Her sex was inches from his mouth, and he ran his fingers up and down her thighs and calves. “Grab onto the headboard, Jordy, and don’t let go. If you do, I’ll slow down and start all over again. Understand?”
“Um, yeah, stop teasing. Just get on with it.” She clutched the wrought iron headboard. Her breaths were coming in pants, and he hadn’t even begun yet.
He chuckled. She may have said she understood, but he was certain she didn’t—but she would soon learn he’d meant what he’d said.
Inhaling deeply, he drew her scent into his nose. Sweet, spicy, and something distinct that was all his Jordy. Putting pressure on her hips, he pulled her down onto his mouth. Her pussy was bare, her lips already swollen for him. With a swipe of his tongue, he took his first taste of her and fell into nirvana. She was delicious and intoxicating. Just as he had suspected, it was going to be quite a while before he fucked her out of his system.
Her hips bucked as she cried out. “Oh, fuck! Give me more!”
His hands clutched her hips, holding her still for him. He ran his tongue through her folds as she begged and moaned. Using his thumbs, he exposed her clit and set about sucking the little pearl. Jordyn’s hands flew to his head, and as he’d promised he slowed everything down. Turning his head, he licked her inner thigh. “Put your hands back on the headboard, love. I won’t go any further until you do.”
“Damn it, Carter.” She tried to lower herself to his mouth again. “That’s mean.”
When she realized he meant business, she huffed and grabbed the curled iron bars again. His tongue found her wetter than before as he licked and nibbled on her. He alternated from her pussy to her clit and back again, taking her higher and higher, but not enough.
“Please, Carter! Oh Dios mío, por favor!”
His hands slid up her torso to her breasts, and he cupped the bottom of them. His mouth left her for a moment. “Play with your nipples, Jordy. I want to watch while I eat this pretty pussy.”
Her head fell back on her shoulders as her hands went to her breasts. Her fingers played with the pinkish, brown peaks. His gaze focused on them as his tongue began to lash at her clit. Bringing one of his hands back down, he positioned it between her legs. With one finger and then two, he entered her tight passage. She clenched around him as sighs, gasps, murmurs, and moans flowed from her mouth. Her wetness flowed, making each thrust of his fingers ease further inside.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, more!”
Not yet. “Beg me, sweet Jordy. Ask me to let you cum.”
“Mierda! Oh, please! Harder. I need to—”
He nipped her inner thigh. “That’s not what I said, love. Ask me to let you cum.”
Her chin dipped down, and her gaze met his. She was so close to falling into an orgasmic abyss as his fingers continued to fuck her, but he wouldn’t let her go until she gave him what he wanted—what he needed.
“Ask me,” he demanded.
“P-please. Would you please l-let me cum?”
His tongue and teeth went back to her clit as he increased the intensity and speed of his fingers thrusting
deep in her core. He curled his fingers, searching for the spot that would have her screaming his name and her release. Almost. Right. There!
“C-Carrrrrterrrrrr! Ahhhhhhhh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!”
Her walls spasmed and clenched his fingers to the point they ached as her juices poured from her. Her entire body quivered as she came in wave after wave of ecstasy. The headboard shook violently, rattling against the wall. Jordyn coming apart in the throes of passion was nearly his own undoing. She was beautiful—beyond beautiful. In fact, he didn’t think there was a single word spoken in any language on Earth to describe it. And he couldn’t wait to watch her do it again.
Chapter 8
Present . . .
Striding into the large living room, Carter glanced around. It was late, nearly everyone was asleep, but the person he wanted to talk to was the only one in the room, standing at the bar, pouring a glass of scotch. Chris Jordon’s jaw clenched and his shoulder muscles tensed at the intrusion, but he didn’t say a word.
Carter approached him. “I’ll take a double on the rocks if you think you can pour it without breaking the glass. And I wouldn’t advise you to play poker; you can’t bluff to save your life—or your money.”
The younger man snorted as he filled another crystal lowball glass with ice and the hard amber liquor. “Poker’s a different game, and I do just fine at the tables.”
Taking the drink, Carter sat in a straight back chair next to the fireplace and propped his feet up on an ottoman. The fire was no longer roaring, but the embers still glowed brightly with heat. Chris dropped onto the couch with his own scotch, and the two sat in silence for a few moments. When the spy saw the other man’s shoulders finally relax, he spoke softly. “I knew Mic long before I met her. She was working in Army intelligence at the time. There was something about her—something strong and confident that I could tell even over the phone. Smart as a whip, too. She was able to take a jumble of intel and make sense out of it before anyone else could. It took me a while to become almost positive she would make an excellent interrogator, but, not knowing her well enough, I wasn’t sure if she had the guts for it. Not because she’s a woman, but because she’s human.”
Chris rested his glass on his thigh, his eyes on the fireplace as a piece of a log split and flames flared up again. But Carter knew the guy was listening . . . analyzing . . . so he continued. “Before I made the recommendation to her superiors, I did some digging—more than the Army would have done. I spoke to her recruiter, Alex Mitchell, and heard how she’d grown up. Ironically, her childhood had been similar to mine, yet my abusers were foster parents, not blood relatives. After my conversation with Mitchell, I was even more convinced she was right for interrogation training. She’d overcome the horrors of an abusive childhood, and was stronger for it. Most people would have sought revenge or resented people who’d had great childhoods. Not Mic. She found something she was good at—something that made a positive difference in the world. She’s a hell of a woman, as I’ve told her many times before. Did you know she saved my life once?”
With a furrowed brow, Chris’s gaze shot to his. “How?”
“Does it matter?”
Shrugging, the man stared at the fireplace again. “Not really, I guess.”
Carter paused for a sip of scotch, letting the familiar burn warm his core. Part of the reason he was telling the guy all this was because he cared about Mic, but the other part was he was willing to admit Chris was the right man for her as long as he didn’t screw things up. Carter actually did like him, but pushing his buttons was so much fun sometimes. However, now was not one of those times. “Listen. As much honor and integrity as she has, though, it isn’t enough. There was a time I regretted not being the man who could win her heart—a part of me will always regret it. But we would kill each other because we’re far too much alike. Mic needs a man who will treat her as his equal, no matter what. While there are many times I would have been able to do that, there are others when I couldn’t. It’s my nature to want to shield all women from the horrors of the world. Mic would never allow me, too—she’s put me in my place more than once over my trying to do just that. And that’s where you come in, Chris. Be the man who will stand beside her, no matter what. Let her fight her battles with you at her side . . . not in front of her or behind her. It’s the only way it will work out for the two of you.”
He stood and tossed the last of the scotch down his throat. “She loves you, dude. Don’t throw that away because you’re jealous of a man who cares for her but will never own her heart.”
Setting the empty glass on the coffee table, he headed for the foyer and stairs, but Chris’s words stopped him cold. “What about Jordyn?”
Carter snorted and spun back around. “And here I thought Mic was the only dominant in your relationship.” At the man’s annoyed yet baffled expression, he clarified, “I’m not calling you a wuss. Far from it. It’s in a Dom’s nature to worry about others, to want to protect them from the world, even if they barely know each other. As for the lovely Jordyn Alvarez, in many ways she’s a twin of Mic. But on the other hand, they’re completely the opposite. And until Jordyn admits that to herself, I don’t stand a chance.” He pivoted toward the doorway again then paused. “Go to bed, Chris. Go sleep with your woman.”
Before he made it to the stairs, Carter’s cell phone buzzed alerting him to a voice mail. Very few people had the number to reach him so it was probably important or an update on the mess they were in. Walking through the main floor of the castle, he headed to the kitchen while dialing the number to retrieve the voice mail. Two other messages he’d forgotten to listen to played first. Both were updates from the Deimos headquarters. The two other agents on the NOC list had been successfully extracted from their missions and were now in protective custody at the training facility in California.
As he sat on a stool at a huge butcher block counter, the third message played. “Hey, T. It’s me.” He smiled at the sound of Vicki’s voice, but her next words worried him. “Can-can you give me a call as soon as possible? Um . . . I’ll explain when I talk to you. Miss you. Bye.”
Shit. That didn’t sound good. He quickly calculated the time zone difference and then dialed the number he knew by heart. He’d have to swap out this cell phone for a new one before they got on the plane tomorrow. To keep his foster sister and her family safe, he never called her from the same number twice. Maybe Mic and the boys had one he could have.
The phone rang three times before Vicki Underwood picked up. “Hello?”
She couldn’t have known it was him since this cell had a Chicago area code. “Hey, beautiful. How’s my favorite lady?”
“Oh, thank God, it’s you, T.,” she blurted out. “I-I was hoping you’d call right back.”
The slight tremble in her voice had him stiffening in his seat. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Justin.” Carter’s heart sank as she continued. “He’s been admitted to the hospital. He hasn’t felt well the past few days, but he said it was just fatigue. Then this morning he was in pain, so I called his doctor right away, and he said to get him to the ER. They’re trying some new meds, keeping him hydrated, and have him back on dialysis for now. If he doesn’t respond then. . .”
Fuck. He hadn’t needed her to finish, knowing exactly what came next. If nineteen-year-old Justin’s body was rejecting his mother’s donated kidney, he would need another transplant. The problem with that was the kid had one of the rarer blood types and a compatible donor was hard to come by. Not for the first time, Carter wished he could give Justin one of his kidneys, but he wasn’t a match. Four years ago, Vicki had given her son the only kidney she could spare, now they would have to look elsewhere, and Carter knew just where to find one, even though it was the last place he wanted to get it from. “I’m overseas, sweetheart, but I’m heading back tomorrow. I have to stop in D.C.—if it wasn’t important, you know I’d skip it. As soon as I can, I’ll be there. And if it comes to that point, we’ll get
Justin what he needs, no matter what.” He’d do whatever he had to, even make a deal with the devil, to get a kidney. Hell, he’d rip it out of the devil himself if it came down to it. “Where’s Joe?”
“He and his sisters went back down to Phoenix to deal with their father’s estate and get the house ready for sale. I called him right away and he caught the first flight he could. He should be here soon.” Joe Underwood, her husband, was a great guy, and Carter couldn’t ask for a better man to take care of Vicki and Justin.
“All right. Good. You call me if anything changes, all right?”
“Y-yes . . . T., I’m scared.”
So was he. With the exception of Joe, Justin was Vicki’s life. If she lost him, Carter didn’t know if she’d survive. “I know you are, sweetheart. But I’m going to do everything I can to make sure he gets through this.”
“Th-thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart. Give my boy a kiss and a hug from me. I’ll call you when I land in D.C.”
“Okay. Fly safe. Bye.”
“Bye.” Disconnecting the call, Carter took a deep breath. Of all the times for this to happen. Now he had to worry about Justin on top of worrying about Jordyn, Deimos, and the dead submissives in Tampa. Damn it.
* * *
Jordyn flipped over again. It wasn’t that the bed wasn’t comfortable, because it definitely was, but she couldn’t shut her mind down. And every time she let it wander, it took a hard left right in Carter’s direction. She’d been jealous as hell when she first met Mic, and that just pissed her off. She didn’t want to be jealous of any woman over Carter. She didn’t want anything to do with the bastard.
Throwing the covers off, she pulled on the sweat pants and jacket Mic had loaned her. They were about the same size so the fit was good. The woman had also given her a clean pair of socks, which Jordyn also grabbed. She didn’t want to put her shoes on, but needed something to protect her feet from the cold castle floors.
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