by Sheila Kell
“Yeah.” AJ didn’t appreciate Todd’s interest in Megan even knowing it was straight up curiosity. He had no right to allow jealous to grab him. Shit! He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He didn’t need this right now.
“Did you find a good place to hide?”
“Yeah.” No one except his brothers would know where they were this time. He doubted Arthur told anyone but one could never be too careful that someone hadn’t overheard him.
“Are you going to tell me? It’d be good if someone knew where you were in case something happens and the girl needs protecting.”
“No,” AJ said flatly.
“All right. You know I’m here if you need me. Megan’s fiancé, Marcus, is making a ruckus about the FBI finding her. He does have some pull with them. He’s golfing buddies with a couple of high ranking people. He wants her found and brought in.”
“Ex-fiancé,” AJ said through clenched teeth.
Todd laughed. “That’s not what he’s supposedly saying.”
“I’m getting off the phone.”
“Okay. Keep yourself alive.”
“Yeah,” he said ending the call.
Before he put the secure phone in his pocket, the old burner phone rang. What the fuck? He had to get rid of it. He’d held onto it for long enough.
He hesitated at the blocked number. It went against his rules to answer a call when he didn’t know the caller, but Megan had provided her sources this number.
“Hello,” he snarled.
“Can I talk to Megan?” the male caller asked nervously.
He walked over to the couch and handed her the cell phone. She sat with her legs folded underneath her. She looked calm and relaxed. His little dove. His heart warmed. He wanted to keep her this way. Keep the enthusiasm he’d witnessed in her alive.
He’d always been protective of women but something with Megan made him dig deeper into that role. Deeper than when his partner’s life had been threatened, and he hadn’t thought that possible. Keeping her with him could be the most colossal mistake of his life. He needed her for his new plan, but if she wasn’t with him, he wouldn’t need a new plan. He’d have already pushed things to the limit.
Letting his dick lead him could only cause problems. Put their lives at a greater risk. Yet he couldn’t ignore the sexual awareness between them. He needed to feel alive before he slinked back to his world. Remembering their time together would keep him warm in his lonely bed for a long time.
He continued to question himself. Was he doing the right thing? He purposely put them far enough away so they wouldn’t have to worry about another close call.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He’d heard her breath hitch when they accidentally touched hands. He’d seen the change in her eyes when they neared each other. Would she get the wrong idea? Think it meant more than it did? He couldn’t give her more than the here and now. Would it be enough for her?
* * * * *
Megan gave him a questioning look before accepting the phone. “Hello.”
“It’s Raven.”
Her pulse spiked in excitement. He had information. “What’s up?” She straightened out her legs and leapt from the couch.
“They know that you’re with that enforcer dude, the one who’s supposed to be dead. They also know you colored your hair and have passed the word around to everyone to keep an eye out for you.”
She closed her eyes. They’d left the box of color in the trash. This was bad. AJ said not to worry, but how could she not?
She cleared her throat in an attempt to strengthen her voice. “Thanks. Anything else?”
“Nothing that would help you. The streets are quiet. Everyone is scared of what’s gonna happen since there’ve been so many fuck-ups.”
“That’s good to know.”
“That’s all I got.”
“I appreciate it, Raven. Thanks for calling.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
She smiled and gave him the new burner phone number. “Bye.”
He ended the call without responding.
She took a deep breath and then walked to AJ. She returned the phone and sat beside him on the couch she’d earlier vacated.
From his usual position of a remote in hand and his focus on the TV, he asked, “What’s good to know?”
“They know I’m with you and that I colored my hair.”
He shrugged. “We kind of figured that.”
Dang his nonchalance. Didn’t they have the advantage when they thought the two were traveling separately? Wouldn’t it be harder to hide now? She swallowed. She had to trust him. She had no other choice.
“Raven says everyone is scared of what’s expected to happen since they didn’t kill us.”
AJ finally looked at her. “It’ll pass after a few days.”
“Good. I hate that my sources have to worry. I don’t want them found out.”
“Care to share your sources?” he asked as one eyebrow rose.
Maybe now was the time. Her spirits lifted. “Not unless you share yours.” Her lips curved into a smile.
“Not a chance, my little dove.” A sexy grin spread across his face.
She shrugged, rose, and walked toward the kitchen. She cooked chicken, broccoli and wild rice for dinner. Cooking helped keep her mind off of what would happen later. She had no doubts. She wanted this. Wanted how his touch sent goose bumps over her flesh. Wanted how his touch set her core on fire. Wanted how his kiss made the rest of the world fade away to only the two of them.
No, she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity.
She ignored the little pull at her brain reminding her of two main reasons for not sleeping with him. They’d be together for a while, and they’d inevitably get close. Could she keep her heart from getting involved? Well, she had to. He was someone who lived in a different world than she did. Someone who might be arrested at the end of this or worse yet, die. A chill gripped her spine in its frozen descent.
No matter what happened, he’d leave her. They didn’t fit together except in bed. Her cheeks warmed thinking about it. She wasn’t embarrassed about any of their sexual activity. She did regret they had been interrupted. She’d been ready for him to slide inside her. Ready for him to give her the pleasure his touch promised. The pleasure he’d already delivered.
Sex. She had no problem with just sex. Have fun and then return home. Easy.
He studied her. “Let’s sit down and play cards or watch a movie.”
She relaxed at the suggestion. No matter how much bravado she had about rolling around in bed with him, no matter how much her body ached for him, for some reason, she was nervous. “I’ll pop the popcorn for a movie.”
She leaned against the kitchen counter while the popcorn popped, her thoughts returning to their lovemaking. Not lovemaking, sex. She wanted to fan herself from the heat rising within her by thinking of it. She’d cherish that table.
Then in the hotel room, he’d been gentle, taking his time. How many other sides existed in this sexual being? She looked forward to finding out. Somehow she doubted her experiences would keep up with his. But she was willing to try.
He broke into her thoughts. “Are you planning to sit down and watch the movie?”
She jumped. Did he realize what she’d been thinking? Calm down. Slow the breathing and he’ll never know. “I’m coming.” She pulled the popcorn from the microwave and hesitated.
* * * * *
AJ wanted to laugh as she stood, staring at the couch. He smiled and touched the space beside him. “Here you go.”
His pulse spiked when she sat so close. He risked it and put an arm behind her. Tension eased in his shoulders when she didn’t push away or sit forward. She hadn’t snuggled into him, but he’d take one thing at a time.
Sexual tension crackled between them. If she hadn’t appeared skittish, they’d be testing out the bed right now. But he noticed the slight tremble in her hands. It could be from desi
re but more than likely it was nerves.
She had nothing to be nervous about. She’d been so sensual and responsive with him earlier. Anticipation rolled through him, driving his lust and determination. She’d have to get ready because he would fuck her tonight.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AJ had made a wise choice choosing a scary movie for them to watch. Megan had jumped closer to him and finally relaxed and then snuggled close.
After clicking the TV, he rose and offered her his hand, the obvious question in his eyes. She looked up at him, took his hand and stood.
He pulled her to him. “My little dove, we’re finishing what we started earlier. Are you okay with that?”
She whispered, “Yes.”
Her eyes slowly darkened, her body quivered.
Slipping his hand behind her head, wrapping it in her silky strands, he leaned over and took her mouth with his in a deep, slow kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth. He drank in her sweet taste. Her heavenly sweetness rocketed heat through his gut straight to his groin.
He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her against him. The resulting whimper encouraged him. He deepened the kiss, hungry for her, and her body melted against his.
Pulling back, he looked at her lips, swollen and wet. God, she was sexy.
He shot her a reassuring smile and led the way to the bedroom, hoping she didn’t change her mind. They stopped beside the bed, locked in a smoldering gaze that should have set the room on fire.
AJ reached forward and slowly slid her sweater over her head. He swallowed a burning lump in his throat. She hadn’t put her bra back on.
His trembling hands reached up to grasp her breasts, lightly massaging, his thumbs circling her nipples that were already puckered, ready for him to suckle. She tossed her head back and released a soft, feminine sigh when he pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers.
Sliding his hands down her soft belly to the tops of her jeans, he hadn’t expected to find resistance.
She stayed his hand. “No. You’re hurt. I saw the pain in your eyes the last time you were over me. Let me do this.”
He’d never sat back and let the woman lead. Her pleading eyes couldn’t be denied. He dropped his arms to his sides, a tremor slid through his body.
She smiled. “You need to get rid of your weapons first.”
After removing them, he ripped his sweatshirt over his head.
Her feather-light, lust-arousing exploration of his naked chest sent ripples of excitement through his tense body. She set him on fire with just her touch. No woman had ever done that.
“Am I hurting you?”
He looked down, watchingher hand make circles around his nipple. “Not a chance.”
“Good.”
She glided her hand down his abdomen, softly smirking at his indrawn breath when she reached the bulge in his jeans. She reached for his zipper, sliding it down slowly, drawing out the anticipated pleasure, driving him close to insane. The same thing he’d done to her earlier. The minx.
He snagged her hand. “I’ll take off mine, and you take off yours.”
He jerked his zipper down, easing his cock from the tight grasp of his jeans. He wrapped his hand around it, moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft as he watched her undress.
His gaze raked over her naked body. His breath quickened. He had to take some control back from this tease. He stilled his hand. “On the bed.”
She shook her head. “After you.”
He ached too much for an argument. As long as they were flesh to flesh, he didn’t care how it happened. He moved to the bed, stretching out, waiting for whatever she had planned for him.
She crawled and leveled herself over him, remaining on her hands and knees. His cock throbbed at the thought of taking her from behind in that position.
Unable to resist the temptation, his hands reached up and covered her silky breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples. She murmured his name as she leaned down and covered his mouth with hers in a smoldering kiss that heated with each passing second, threatening to rip his self-control to shreds.
Slowly lifting her head, she whispered, “Lie still,” before she pressed butterfly kisses searing down his neck, past his chest and to his stomach.
He pushed her hair from her face so he could watch lips descend to his swollen manhood. A sight he refused to miss.
Her eyes sparkled mischievously before she wrapped her hand around his engorged length, slowly sliding her hand up and down. Leaning in, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The wet warmth pulled his remaining blood rushing to his loins, leaving him lightheaded, but wanting to flip her over and pound into her.
“Turn around,” he said in a raspy voice.
She lifted her head, cocked it and nodded. Watching her swing her tight ass around, placing her wet pussy in his face almost set him off. He took a deep breath, fighting for control. The smell of her arousal didn’t help him want to take things slow.
She didn’t speak, just slid his length to the back of her throat and then back again, her mouth and hand working in tandem. She added her tongue stroking up and down. A primal groan tore from his chest, spinning him in a jumble of heat and pleasure.
He took a deep breath to slow the pulsing of his cock as naked desire rushed through his veins.
He took in the glorious sight before him. Pink, wet, addicting.
With his tongue, he stroked over her clitoris, and felt her tense, her whimper vibrating over his cock. He gritted his teeth.
He parted her soft, naked lips and licked her hot center, finally tasting her. Ambrosia. “Your scent and taste are intoxicating,” he said hoarsely.
She hummed something in return while still sucking his cock. He threw his head back and sucked in deep breath after deep breath. Not yet. Not fucking yet.
No longer teasing, his tongue returned to work, thrusting in and out of her core while his thumb stroked her clitoris. He inserted a finger in her slick entrance and then another. He licked her swollen clit and tugged on it with his teeth, sucked on it with his lips.
She tensed, her mouth and hand stilled on him. She pushed closer to his mouth, and then let out a cry with spasms rocking her body as an orgasm overtook her.
The vibrations of her sounds on his cock, drew his balls tight.
“Megan, I don’t want to come in your mouth, and I’m that close.
She took a deep breath, released him and then climbed off. She reached for a condom, ripped the package and sheathed him.
Before he could take his next breath she’d straddled him and inched herself down his cock, taking him deeper and deeper until she took him to the hilt and sat flush with him. She leaned down on her forearms and gazed at him. “That was amazing. No one had made me come that quickly.”
He grinned, happy he was her first for something. “Kiss me and taste yourself,” he challenged.
She smiled and leaned down for a deep, slow kiss.
His blood heated.
She lifted her head. “Ready?”
“I was born ready.” He held her hips tight and rocked them up and down his shaft.
She leaned forward enticing his mouth with her breast.
The little hitch in her breath when his teeth grazed her nipple pushed another jolt of lust spearing through him.
“Find it. Find what you need, Megan.”
She adjusted their rhythm, arched her back and released a sensual moan.
Watching her ride him with an erotic look on her face nearly cast him over the edge.
He reached down and rubbed his finger over her swollen nub, helping drive her closer to her climb. She’d come again before he would.
She touched her breast with one hand, squeezed her nipple, and covered his hand with the other, adding to the pressure he applied to her other breast.
Holy fucking shit. Normally a woman taking her own pleasure with him didn’t faze him, but watching Megan, his cock throbbed harder, his n
eed burned stronger.
His lover’s eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, and her head rolled back. His balls decided he’d held on long enough after she clenched him and cried out as a second orgasm rocked her.
He did not wish for this to end. He gritted his teeth, controlling his much desired release, keeping it at bay. “Are you familiar with Kama Sutra?”
With a wicked grin, she responded, “I’m in the mood for the Erotic End.”
Before he could respond she lifted herself up and turned around, riding him with the view of her perfect ass presented to him.
He sat up, his arms behind him, holding him up and began making small, circular rotations of his pelvis. Leaning forward, he pressed teasing kisses to her neck and shoulder.
She tightened around him, teasing him, destroying his ability to hold on any longer. A mixture of a grunt and groan ripped from him as an orgasm burst forth.
She climbed off and dropped beside him, cuddling in the arm he’d stretched out to his side. He pulled her closer and breathed in her scent. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before he went to the bathroom to clean up.
He braced his hands on the vanity counter and hung his head. A cold hand held his heart, crushing it in its grasp. That orgasm had shaken him to the core, reaching uncharted territory. He feared he wouldn’t get enough of her, especially knowing their time together was limited. And nothing could change that.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Megan woke languid and content and found AJ watching her from the doorway to the bedroom. Leaned against the doorframe, one foot crossed over the other, he held a newspaper and a coffee cup. Pure lust rippled through her.
She sat up in bed, holding the sheet over her breasts to hide their stiffening nipples. Memories of what had happened the night before made them ache for his touch.
She cleared her throat. “Is that newspaper for me?”
He sauntered towards her in tight jeans and a forest green sweater that uniquely displayed his firm and muscular body. She still wanted him.
He handed her the coffee and set the newspaper on the nightstand.
She took a quick sip. “Hmm.” The day could now begin.