Waiting For You (The Guardians: Book 3)

by D. M. Mortier

  He covered her lips and her body with his, cutting off her cries. Her first taste of him sent maddening shivers throughout her. She felt her eyes roll back in her head in ecstasy. When he had unbuttoned his shirt or lowered his jeans down his hips, she had no idea. However, she welcomed the feel of the coarse material biting into her soft skin. When he started to pull her shorts down her legs, she helped by wiggling out of them.

  He threw her damp pants across the room. He wedged his hips between her legs, forcing her thighs to spread wider. His hard body was huge and heavy on top of her.

  Malika gazed up at him in the dim light and noted that his eyes were still closed and he appeared to just be reacting to an erotic dream. Does he know who he’s making love to? How can I ignore that he probably doesn’t know and is probably having a dream? I could be any one of his random hook-ups in his mind.

  Despite how amazing his kisses felt, Malika twisted her head, forcing their lips apart. “Sean?” She needed to wake him to ensure her fears were unfounded. The apparent depth of his exhaustion was truly alarming considering the dangerous situations his work placed him in. She called his name again.

  He ignored her and tried to capture her lips, but again, she turned away from him.

  “Sean, please wake up!” My God, he’s so strong. I have to stop him. “Sean, it’s me.”

  With inexplicable speed, uncanny for someone in deep sleep, Sean covered her lips swiftly, cutting off her ability to speak. His kiss was all consuming.

  He tastes so good. She helplessly sucked on his tongue but stiffened when he slipped the broad head of his cock into her sleek opening. I want to be with him, but do I want to make love with him when he isn’t even aware of who I am? She trembled with need at the taste and feel of him. This was Sean, the man she loved more than anything in the world. There was no decision to make. She wound her legs around his waist and rubbed her throbbing clit against the granite length of his cock as he slid slowly into her. She moaned as blazing need rocked through her.

  Deepening the kiss, he swallowed her scream as he stroked hard and deep into her, thrusting through the membrane of her virginity.

  Despite the initial pain, she was soon consumed with desire for him. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be centered to where he fit so snuggly into her. Shivering with hunger, she pulsed insistently, and she tightened her muscles like a glove around his thick shaft. She thrust her hips up and clutched him hard against her, trying to suck him deeper into her.

  He held her hips still and trailed his lips along her cheeks and her neck to soothe her as he drove his cock slowly in and out of her heat. He pulled her legs high around his waist, gripped the round globes of her ass, spreading the cheeks, as he drove his length slow and deep into her.

  “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned.

  Malika keened loudly as his hard cock scraped against the taut flesh of her clit and her inner sensitive walls. She gripped the silky strands of his hair and pulled him back up to receive her kiss. She suckled his tongue and almost came on his taste alone. It was as if the taste of him was already hardwired to her clit, and she writhed wildly against him.

  Sean gripped her wrists and held them over her head against the bed as he continued thrusting into her slow and deep with deliberate and tender strokes. He took over the kiss and twirled his tongue around hers in complete dominance.

  Violent spasms engulfed her, and tiny stars appeared behind her closed lids as she splintered into a spine-arching orgasm. She tightened around him as he drove into her one last time.

  He roared loudly as he climaxed hard into her, bathing her womb with his seed.

  He held her for blissful long minutes as she tried to regain some semblance of equilibrium. Moments later, he rolled off of her and pulled her tight against him.

  Malika was still too stunned to say a word, not to mention he had zapped every ounce of strength from her limbs. She reveled in his masculine heat, knowing that very soon she had to shatter this newfound tranquility.

  Sean’s soft snores were the first indication that he had again slipped into unconsciousness.

  On hearing his even breathing, Malika didn’t know whether to be pissed, sad, happy, or seriously angry. Did he know whom he was making love to? In no way had she ever imagined their first time together to be when he was almost comatose with exhaustion and was probably not aware of what he was doing. I ought to wake his ass up and give him a piece of my mind, right after I jump his bones again. Dammmnnnn that was amazing!

  She fell asleep listening to his even breathing and replaying his possession over and over in her mind.

  Chapter Seven

  (London, England)

  Present…

  Sean read the text exchange between himself and Malika again trying to gauge whether this was the same woman who had been his passionate lover. He grimaced with remembered discomfort as he thought about the first time he realized that he had a problem with his feelings for his “sister.” It was the day she had let Brutus, William’s pet snake, into his room.

  That incident shocked him like nothing else could. He had always admired her intelligence, her skills in martial arts, and the unconditional way she loved her family, including him. However, that day he saw another side of her. The first shock was her bravery. Understanding how deathly afraid she was of snakes, when even the picture of a snake would send her trembling in fear, and then to know that she had to get close to Brutus to bring him to his room was absolutely awe inspiring. As a SEAL, he admired that kind of strength. He had been pissed, but damn did he fall hard for her at that moment. Only among his teammates had he witnessed such stubborn bravery.

  His second shock was when he’d touched her for the first time. Yeah, it was to spank her ass, but what an ass it was. He hadn’t realized until that point that he was a hard-core “ass” man and hers was beyond beautiful. His reaction to her had been instantaneous and impossible to hide. He had gotten on his private jet immediately and gotten the hell out of Australia, unable to except what was happening to him.

  Sean had come back to Melbourne almost two years later to see her out of unadulterated desperation. He had been beyond helping himself. Damien had just been killed. The brutality of it had completely fucked up his mind. He hadn’t been able to sleep since it happened. To make his situation worse, he hadn’t been with another woman since he realized how he felt about Malika. It was as if his cock had made his choice and refused to get hard for anyone who didn’t look like, smell like, or was Malika. As soon as he saw her in Melbourne, he had known immediately that she was it for him.

  It was embarrassing how weak in the knee he had gotten when she gazed up at him with pure adoration. He had been hard-pressed to not throw her on the hood of her car and fuck her right then and there.

  He hadn’t been lying when he told her that he didn’t care what the hell she was wearing. The only thing he had wanted was to bury himself so deep in her that they wouldn’t be able to tell where she ended and he began. Later, when she offered him her bed, he knew better than to accept her innocent offer. Fuck, it was imperative he not accept. His control was shot to hell, and there was no way he was not going to take her.

  God, when I pulled her next to me in her bed, there was nothing more potent. I felt as though I was shaking all over and there was no way she wouldn’t find out my secret. I know she thought I was sleeping from exhaustion, but long ago we learned not to sleep that deeply. I would have had to be dead not to be aware of the amazing feel of her. I stopped her whenever she spoke. I didn’t want to end what was happening. I wanted an excuse to take what I had been dreaming about for months. Nothing was going to deter me, not even Duchess. Her kiss, God, the taste of her almost ended me. It was as though I was a teenager with my first girl. Never had I made love to a virgin before, and to experience such overwhelming emotions with the love of my life, I’m without words. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve her, but I was taking whatever she gave me. I love her with a bone-deep ac
he that seems impossible to assuage. That night I tried to gorge myself in her.

  It’s a pity that she refused to acknowledge what happened. Maybe if she did, I wouldn’t be staring at a damn text message, reading and re-reading it as though I’m a bloody love-sick boy. I’m going to find her. Nothing will stop me.

  Malika stared down at the text messages she had just exchanged with Sean. The memories of their time together washed over her and sent her emotions in a tailspin. One moment she was trembling with lust, smiling at a remember word or thought, and in the next crying for what they had lost. Despite all of that, nothing would make her regret what had happened between them.

  (Melbourne, Australia)

  Three years ago…

  Malika had no idea how long she had been asleep before she woke to an inky dark night and Sean latched on her nipple with insistent sucking. He had already buried his cock deep inside of her. With the covers thrown to the floor, she noted that they were both completely naked. Her body was trembling so hard sensations crushed through her like tidal waves.

  “Sean,” she screamed as she came hard, and it seemed as though she was coming forever.

  Her muscles squeezed and pulsed hard around him, forcing him to climax with a loud growl.

  This time, he didn’t go back to sleep. He instead locked his lips onto hers and kissed her as if he wanted to devour her. He didn’t raise his head until he was forced to come up for air. That didn’t stop his sensual assault however. He continued trailing kisses over her face, her neck, her chest, her breast, and her belly.

  “So sweet,” he murmured appreciatively.

  Malika lost all sense of time and place.

  He turned her over onto her stomach and started kissing her along her shoulders, her back, her spine, and her bottom. He sank his teeth tenderly in the taut round flesh.

  The guttural rasp of his voice sent shivers of need throughout her body. She forgot that she should be protesting his treatment and perhaps trying to talk to him. No, now her senses were consumed with only him. Her universe began and ended with him.

  He pulled her to her knees on the bed and palmed her stomach and ass cheek before sliding into her from behind.

  She cried out in pleasure-pain from the exquisite fullness of his granite length and the slight soreness from the stretching of her inner muscles, which were not used to this rigorous activity. He rode her with infinite gentleness at first, slowly, his cock piercing through her soaked opening with steady strokes. Her chest was pressed against the cool sheets of the bed, causing the hard tips of her breast to rub against the soft cotton, stimulating the sensitive tips with each pivot of his hips. Her body shivered with passion as his shaft seemed to lengthen and expand, abrading her sensitive inner tissues and digging deeper into her belly, forcing loud wails from her lips.

  Malika buried her face in her pillow to stem the sound of her cries from echoing throughout the tiny flat. With his grip tightening on her ass and stomach, he pulled her on and off his bruising cock until her cries grew hoarse.

  Still lodged deep in her, he turned her to her side and pulled one of her legs to drape back over his lean hips. He palmed her breast and tormented her taut nipple with the rough pad of his thumb as he stroked slowly into her and slid slowly back out again.

  “Sean,” she sobbed.

  He cradled her back against the hard wall of his chest, holding her close to him, surrounding her with his masculine heat. She loved the feel of his hard, smooth muscles molded against her softness. His thick length in her and his big body around her destroyed any hold on reality she had left. Her mouth opened in anguished cries, and her eyes leaked tears of passionate surrender.

  The wet sound and earthy scent of their sleek bodies melding together in relentless passion filled the room and ratcheted up her desire for him even further. Her body trembled with raw, primitive need. Every pore in her body, every sense was attuned to everything about him, his scent, and the feel of his hot skin and hard body. The love she felt for him at that moment magnified and overwhelmed her senses.

  “Oh God,” she said hoarsely as flaming need licked throughout her body and she splintered in a mind-numbing ecstasy.

  Sean buried his face in her hair and pulled her tighter against him as his cock swelled even more deep inside of her. She undulated on his hard pole, squeezing and sucking him deeper into her snug center. He crushed her breast and bit hard down on the dewy skin of her neck as he trembled violently and flooded her with his essence.

  Folding her against his damp body, Sean held her close as he again fell into a deep sleep. She placed her hand over his arms wrapped around her waist. She was still shivering in the aftermath of what had just passed between them.

  Malika was no longer sleepy, but she was afraid to move and disturb him. She knew that he needed to rest. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, noting that it was already after eight a.m. The curtains drawn over the windows in her bedroom had made it seem as though it was still the middle of the night. Moving with infinite care, she edged out from under his arms and got up from the bed on unsteady limbs.

  As she stood in her bathroom, she looked into the mirror expecting to see the newly awakened woman who had shared a night of passion with the man she loved. Other than her hair, which was in sexy disarray, and her swollen, slightly bruised lips, there were no obvious signs of the earth-shattering emotions she had felt in Sean’s arms. She approached the shower and turned on the faucets until she achieved the desired temperature.

  Malika thought about how much love she had poured into their lovemaking and Sean would probably never know about it. She had given him a gift that she had held for only him, and he would never remember it. Devastating emotion overwhelmed her, and cleansing tears poured down her cheeks. She stood under the hot spray for what seemed like an eternity.

  When she returned to her bedroom, she had herself under strict control. If he remembered and knew what had happened between them, she would be the happiest woman on the planet. However, if he didn’t, there was no way in hell she would ever tell him.

  Hours later, they sat across from each other in the Baretto Espresso Bar having a light brunch. Based on the crowded tables around them, many others had slept in and had the same idea of having an early lunch or late breakfast out.

  When they had exited her flat a few minutes ago, both of her roommates had been present and had looked at Sean with stunned gazes. Sean was already a beautiful man, but Sean disheveled, needing a shave with his smoldering green eyes was sexy as hell. She had been more than relieved when Sean offered to take her out for breakfast. Both of her roommates were attractive women at least two years older than she was. She was feeling raw after being with Sean, and nothing in his demeanor or action indicated he was even aware of it.

  “Are you feeling better today?” Malika asked him.

  Sean smiled at her gently. “Thank you for the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. I don’t know how blissful a baby’s sleep is, but I slept like a baby. Thank you.”

  He doesn’t remember! Malika thought for the umpteenth time, blinking rapidly, determined not to let the tears that were hovering fall. “That’s what friends are for,” she said softly. Thank God, I just had my period, so no chance of my getting pregnant.

  “You’re the best, Duchess. I know I can always depend on you to take care of me.”

  “It was nothing. What time is your flight?” Now that she knew he didn’t remember the monumental change in their relationship, she just wanted him gone. She wanted to lick her wounds without him as an audience.

  “My jet leaves when I’m ready.” Sean laughed, his carefree cheerfulness on full display now. “I’m the pilot, and the guys will wait on me.”

  “Well, I’m glad you got enough sleep.” Malika hoped that her smile was not a grimace. It was almost killing her to remain civil to him.

  “I didn’t come to you to sleep. I needed to see you look at me with those sparkling brown eyes, your unconditional lov
e staring back at me. It’s a reminder that gives me strength and hope every time I’m in the heat of a sticky situation. I can’t tell you how many situations we’ve been in the past few years.”

  She immediately sobered at his words. “I’ve always loved you, Sean.”

  He gripped her hands and held them clasped in his on top of the table. “I know you do. And I love you too, little sis.”

  This time she did grimace. The bitter taste of disappointment was too great for her to ignore. “Will you be back for my graduation?”she choked out.

  He gazed at her sadly. “I’m sorry, Duchess. I don’t think our assignment will be completed by then. I’ll make it up to you when I come back though.”

  “There’s no need. I probably won’t be here when you get back.”

  Sean frowned at her. “Why? Where are you going?”

  “I have a job in Moscow.”

  “Doing what?”

  “You know I speak eight different languages, Russian being one of them. I have this amazing opportunity to do some translation work.”

  “I’m so proud of you. Russia, eh? That’s amazing, kid. I’ll come see you once this assignment is over.”

  “I’d like that.”She wanted to tell him not to bother but contented herself with knowing that Sean didn’t know that she had no intention of ever being a translator or even going to Russia. As far as her employer was concern, she was some computer geek working out of some flat in England and they would probably never call her in for any physical work. As far as they were concerned, she was the best cyber analyst in the world and she produced results. She was paid every month through her account in the Cayman Islands, held in the name of a holding company. And because of the island’s bank secrecy laws, no one would ever connect her as the beneficial owner of the company.

  “So what about you? Are the guys in this school blind, or are you not telling me about your boyfriend?”