Walker (Bad Boys of X-Ops #1)

by Rie Warren

  Her mouth.

  Her pussy.

  Her ass.

  She released my shaft from her fist—her husky laugh when it slapped against my stomach drawing me up to a half-sitting position. I watched as she pointed her tongue into the deep ridges of muscles formed alongside my groin. My eyes rolled back when she bit the inside of my thigh, catching the black hairs with her teeth and tugging.

  I goddamn jumped when she slowly closed five fingers around my length.

  Softly sliding her hand up and down, she tilted her head. Her breath washed across the rigid shaft so blood-engorged she had a hard time gripping it.

  “Your cock looks primed and ready.”

  I garbled some kind of response, rocking into her clasp.

  “I thought you were supposed to be quiet.” Her tongue—that talented weapon—swiped across the head of my dick, pulling more slick precome from the slit.

  “Impossible.” I fell back, punching up from my ass, silently begging her to squeeze me harder, jerk me faster. “Fuck, Jade. Suck me. Suck me off. Wanna come in your mouth.”

  She lowered her mouth over me, her tongue rubbing the veins on the underside of my cock all the way down, and all the way back up. Warm and sloppy, she blew me, my jizz and her saliva keeping me wet.

  “Yes.” I wound her hair around my wrist.

  Jade hummed with approval when I used the handhold to guide her up and down. The soft suctioning sounds grew louder. My thighs quaked. I spread them up and wider for Jade to get as close to me as possible. My toes curled into the bed sheets. I felt like I was coming apart one hot, loud suck at a time.

  The head of my dick swelled, and my balls tightened.

  Jade murmured something, her hands sliding beneath me. She pulled me up, engulfing me even farther.

  “What?” I growled out.

  Squeezing my ass between her two hands, she popped me from her mouth. “You’ve got one hell of an arse.”

  I collapsed back, thrusting my cock up.

  “When I saw you shaking it tonight I really wanted to do this.”

  “Wasn’t shaking my ass.” I groaned, the last thing I said because she abandoned my cock to lick all around my balls.

  The heat enflaming me rose several degrees higher. The pleasure roaring when she moved lower to lap at my taint—the hot tight stretch of skin between my ass and nads.

  I twisted my fingers in the sheets.

  Jade held my cock in one hand—pulsing her grip around me—and suckled farther, farther, farther down until her tongue was at my hole.

  “Fuuuu!” Intense pleasure blinded me.

  I tried to get away. I bucked back for more.

  Holy hell.

  She waggled her tongue against my ass, relaxing and teasing the tense ring of muscle. Tightening her grip on my cock, she drew the come out of me the moment her tongue pressured inside.

  My neck cranked back. I tried not to roar when blasting ropes of seed catapulted from my cock.

  Vaguely aware of her dropping back to kiss and massage my shaking legs, I almost passed out.

  “Fuck. Fuck, Jade.” My breath ratcheted out in hoarse sounds. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

  She kneeled between my wide spread thighs. “So guys do like it.”

  A spasm rocked all over my body. “Fuck.”

  “I bet no one’s ever done this either.”

  My eyes opened. She was naked, all that glorious skin just out of reach because I couldn’t fucking move a muscle. Apart from the one in her hand apparently. My dick still stood firm and hard. Her hand and my cock were coated in milky, dripping come.

  “Done what?”

  I knew I was in trouble by the way her sensuous mouth tipped up at the corners, promising more wicked things to come.

  Literally.

  “Two blow jobs back to back.”

  Holy shit.

  I was shivery and sensitive, but oh hell yeah.

  First she ate the come off her fingers and then from my cock. She sucked my aching rod as softly and gently as she could. Somehow that made it worse. Or better, or . . .

  Fuck.

  My body was a ball of tautness beginning and ending with the thick meat she slipped in and out of her mouth, feeding me just onto the tip of her tongue before sliding me out.

  My abs rippled. My cock pounded with blood and yet more come. I writhed on the bed, feeling like my body was turning inside out, torqued within her warmly wet and welcoming lips.

  The harsh sounds grunting from my mouth were more suited to an animal in rut.

  “Maybe you need a pillow over your face to muffle yourself?” Jade skimmed her hair over her shoulder, pouting at me with my cock a hairsbreadth from her lips.

  “Got something better in mind.”

  “Is that so?”

  Curling up, I swiftly manhandled her until her knees were planted on the bed beside my head and her slick pussy saddled above my face.

  “Yeah. Gonna feast my face on you.”

  Jade’s back arched, and I dragged her wet sex to my mouth.

  Just before eating her out, I reached below, pushed down on the back of her head, and ordered, “Keep sucking.”

  Her heels kicked when I grabbed her hips and slanted her hot gash against my mouth.

  She squealed.

  “Shhh.” I smacked her ass, smiling while I filled my mouth with her cunt.

  Talk about fucking primed and ready. She soaked my mouth, my lips, my tongue, coming quickly.

  Amazingly, Jade panted against the side of my cock for only a few moments while shudders ran up and down the backs of her thighs before she took me back inside.

  Too close to losing it, I shoved her forward on her knees. I crawled from beneath her, held her down by her shoulders, and finger-banged her with rough thrusts counterpointed by soft tics of my thumb against her wetter than wet clit.

  Jade broke apart with a wail captured against the bedding, her pussy milking at my fingers.

  She collapsed onto her stomach, but I wasn’t done yet.

  When I walked around the bed, hard cock in hand, she rolled over.

  “You dirty, dirty man.”

  Leaning down, I kissed her with her neck propped up in my hand.

  She pulled my bottom lip between her teeth, nipping just the right spot.

  Her head hung off the end of the bed, and she opened her mouth when I let her lips go.

  It only took three strokes and Jade’s flushed face beneath me, her naked body spread before me, her taste on my lips, and her scent on my fingers to flip the switch.

  Holding her neck and her chin, I drove the head of my cock into her mouth, shooting over her tongue and down into her throat while she swallowed.

  With my knees on the point of collapse, I withdrew, a final groan rumbling from me.

  I rearranged Jade’s sated body before rolling in beside her.

  She curled against me, tweaking my nipple she’d bitten into a sensitive point earlier. “That wasn’t a competition, Walker.”

  “Nope.” I swatted her hand away. “It was fucking. Fucking good fucking.”

  “I’m exhausted. You exhaust me.” She dug her toes into my calve muscles.

  “And I make you feel good doing it.” I grabbed a handful of her ass.

  “Kiss me goodnight and shut up.”

  “That’s my line.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Truth

  IN THE MORNING I woke to icy toes—Jade had hogged the covers during the night—and a cold, empty bed.

  I dashed water over my face in the bathroom, hopped into the shower, shaved, and did the whole shebang before heading into the kitchen.

  Madge sat at the table, nursing a mug of coffee. Even with her head averted, I could read her pleased smile. She was like a Middle Eastern Agony Aunt when it came to Jade and me.

  Whatever. At least something good might come from her being a freakin’ international outlaw.

  I surprised Jade at the stove, wind
ing my arms around her waist.

  “Early riser.” I kissed the back of her neck.

  She wore a pair of my nylon workout pants cinched at the waist and an old Stanford sweatshirt she must’ve found in my dresser from days gone by.

  It was a look I wholeheartedly approved of.

  “I could say the same to you.” Reaching back, she toyed with the waist of my jeans.

  “Well, there was that.”

  The morning sex. The silent, break of dawn, breath held, fingers clenching, mouths seeking, morning sex.

  It had scorched me to my soul.

  Speaking of scorched . . .

  “What are you cooking?” I peered over her shoulder, sniffing the air. “Without supervision?”

  Wheeling on me, Jade brandished a kitchen implement. “I will kill you by spatula if you don’t shut up.”

  Any sharp tool in her hands . . . I backed off, going for the enamel coffee pot. I didn’t doubt the woman for a minute.

  Dad blustered in. “Gimme some of that there, Jade. If you don’t mind.”

  I shook my head at him, but he remained blissfully unaware until he cruised the first forkful of what looked like death on a plate into his mouth.

  He choked out a thank you.

  I whacked him on the back.

  “There’s fresh fruit in the fridge and cereal in the cupboard,” Madge muttered to me.

  I left the trio to their doomed and possibly poisoned breakfast, carrying a bowl of muesli to the fireplace.

  My mom sat in her rocking chair—a thing of handmade beauty made from elk antlers and buffalo hides. Her head bent, she tapped out messages on her iPhone.

  “Look at you all up with the people.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Wakiza.”

  Told.

  I sat beside her and dutifully chewed and swallowed. “Who are you texting?”

  “Your brother. He heard you showed up. Wanted to be here.”

  I slid my bowl of cereal to the floor. “Damn. I miss him.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “I never—”

  “Faced reality?” Mom patted my face. “Who would? Who could? You’re not less of a man because of it.”

  I struggled to clear my throat, but even so I couldn’t get my voice to work.

  “No one blames you for what happened.” She pulled me toward her, enclosing me in her hug.

  “I blame myself.”

  The guilt I’d born for years had made me a dead man walking until Jade tipped my radar.

  “You listen to me.” Her fingers followed the line of my braid up and down my back. “You live. You love. You are a warrior with an unstoppable heart.”

  “It stopped that day.”

  She nodded toward Jade. “And now it has started beating again.”

  ****

  In the kitchen, I held onto the edge of the sink after rinsing out my bowl.

  “Your mom’s a smart woman. Probably wiser’n me too.” My dad inclined his head in her direction. “Don’t tell her I said that.”

  “Try not to.”

  “She’s the glue holding this tribe together. And you and me? We’re gunpowder.” He let out a low burp. “And that one there?” He pointed at Jade. “She’s a goddamn firecracker you want to keep. So whatever you need to do to clean up your FUBAR situation—that’s how you guys say it, right?”

  I nodded.

  His stomach gurgled.

  “Do it as soon as you can.” He started off down the hallway. “Now, I need a Tums. I got a stomachache.”

  I wasn’t surprised.

  He turned at the end of the hall. “And whatever you do, Wakiza, make sure that woman never gets her hands on my stove again.”

  Hated to break it to him, but he was gonna need more than a Tums. I snickered and so did Madge who still sat at the table. When she caught my eye, she jerked her chin toward the fireplace where Jade sat beside my mom.

  I didn’t intrude on their conversation or even try to snoop, but I still heard well enough to get the gist of it.

  “There’s something more, isn’t there?” Jade asked her.

  “There’s always history, dear.” My mom patted her hand. “You have to trust Wakiza will tell you when he’s ready.”

  “Neither one of us trusts easily.” Jade sighed, her shoulders stooping slightly.

  “I imagine not.”

  I watched as Jade excused herself—leaving the room while Mom quickly wiped a tear from her cheek.

  Walking up behind Mom, I placed my hand on her shoulder. “I’m taking Jade to the other house.”

  She spun toward me. “But you haven’t been there since—”

  “I know. Maybe it’s time to lay some ghosts to rest and start again.”

  She nodded, squeezing my hand. “Yes. Yes, I believe it is.”

  Then again . . .

  I squinted at Madge who remained at the table, pretending to be oblivious but no doubt taking everything in. “As long as you and dad can keep an eye on Madge for about twenty-four hours?”

  “I do not need more babysitters.” The woman drew up with a huff. “And believe me, I could use a break from the two of you”—she flapped her hands around for a moment, clearly trying to come up with the right term—“love bugs.”

  “That’s love birds.” I rolled my eyes. “And we’re not that bad.”

  “Judging from the noises coming from your room last night . . .” Madge let that hang in the air as she departed with a low laugh.

  “I think what you’re doing is a very good thing.” Mom reached up to pinch my cheek before turning back to the fire. “By the way, I cleaned the house out in the fall, and your dad stocked the wood for the winter.”

  “You always do that?” I couldn’t keep the gruffness from my voice.

  “Twice a year.” She watched the glowing embers. “We haven’t forgotten. I know you haven’t either.”

  Tipping my head back, I blew out a long breath.

  I had to clear my throat before I could speak again. “I love you, Mom.”

  “Why don’t you save that sweet talk for Jade.” Her voice was rough too, but I knew when I was being dismissed.

  By the time I heard the shower stop, I’d already packed up food, furs, and some necessary supplies, like a couple bottles of wine. Maybe I needed a bottle of whisky for Dutch courage, too.

  I stuck my head in the bedroom a few minutes later. “Bundle up. We’re taking a side trip.”

  “We who?” Jade’s brow scrunched.

  “You and me. Alone.” I stepped inside.

  She started backing away. “Oh, no, no, no. Not a good idea.”

  I stalked toward her. “Always gotta fight me, Jade?”

  “No. I—”

  Snatching her to me, I kissed her into submission. She curled up against me, winding her arms around my neck. My tongue lunged inside her mouth, and I cupped her ass beneath the towel she wore.

  “Trust me, Jade.” Pulling back, I winked.

  “You heard me talking to your mother,” she grumbled.

  I rapped a finger against my forehead. “Yep. You know better than to keep secrets from me.”

  “I still have a bullet with your name on it.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  I ducked out of the room before a pillow slammed against the other side of the door I shut behind me. And I laughed all the freakin’ way outside.

  When Jade stepped onto the porch where I waited, I snagged her hand and linked our fingers together. I even whistled a little tune while we walked down the shoveled-out path.

  “Going to tell me where we’re going?”

  “Nope.”

  “How about how we’re getting there.” She tried to tug her hand free.

  No chance.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  A couple minutes later, I stopped in front of a barn where a handsome palomino stallion was waiting.

  My Nokota horse, Kohana.

  He snuffled into a b
ucket of feed attached to the fence.

  “That’s not a surprise. That’s a horse!” Jane sputtered.

  “Well, I’m glad you didn’t say pony, because Kohana hates that shit.” Drawing Jade up to him, I patted him on the withers.

  He whickered at me.

  “Kohana meet Jade. Be careful now. She bites.”

  Jade kicked me in the shin, and I laughed, rubbing the sore spot.

  “And she’s got a temper, apparently just like her mom,” I whispered into his twitching ear.

  He whinnied in understanding.

  “Up you go, Jade.” I gave her a leg up then easily mounted behind her.

  I could feel her getting ready for another famous bout of tongue lashing, so I reached around and pressed a finger to her lips. “Hush. This’ll be good. We’re riding bareback. I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

  Sliding forward, I snuggled my groin right up against her rear, and no amount of winter weather was going to cool off my thickening cock. “See? Perfect fit.”

  Silently fuming, she sat ramrod straight in front of me when I prodded Kohana into motion with a slight pressure of my heels.

  Bright and clear, cold and white, the day was beautiful.

  “Perfect day to take in the countryside, don’t you think?” I mentioned conversationally.

  “I’m not talking to you.”

  I bet she had her teeth gritted and everything.

  “I know. That’s why I was asking Kohana here.” Reaching over, I laid my palm on his neck.

  I nudged us onto a hidden trail into the woods as Jade cursed at me. I ignored her, concentrating instead on the sway of the ride and the way the rolling gait brought Jade’s ass into closer contact with my groin.

  My deep voice rumbled at her ear, “You feel real good, babe, against me like this.”

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  “Sit a little bit deeper, Jade.” I slipped my hand down her front and circled where I knew her sweet clit to be inside the barrier of her jeans.

  She melted against me, moaning my name.

  I kissed her neck. “That’s better.”

  I straightened up, and we broke into a hard gallop. Jade latched onto my arms, and I whooped to the winds. This area was wild, a combination of deep forested lowlands—trees bearing their fleecy mantle of snow—and open plains. Rocky outcroppings of granite, unspoiled lakes and riverbeds.