Nash: A Rough Romance

by Piper Stone

  “You’re so wet for me, little brat.” His words were like soft velvet gingerly positioned over my naked skin, soothing yet seductive.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Another hard crack forced my eyes open wide. When he tapped the rounded portion of the spoon against my pussy lips, I almost came on the spot. I could no longer feel my toes as he repeated the move, finally smacking my swollen folds several times.

  “Oh… Yes, I…” I couldn’t put a rational sentence together. I wasn’t even certain what time of day it was. All I knew was that I wanted him, my hunger off the charts.

  With every hard crack of the spoon, I was pushed closer to pure ecstasy. When I heard him tossing the spoon across the room, I whimpered several times. Did I actually want him to continue? Was the excitement of having him dominate every inch of my body really everything I’d ever wanted? With a man like Nash, I knew the answer.

  I heard another delicious sound. His zipper being tugged, his jeans being pulled from around his chiseled hips. And I knew exactly what to expect next.

  He was going to fuck me hard.

  He rolled the tips of two fingers around my clit several times, his breathing becoming raspy. I could tell he was having difficulty controlling his desires. I shifted my hips back and forth, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.

  His growl was confirmation as well as a delicious reward.

  “Bad girl.”

  “Mmmm… Your bad girl.”

  “Always.” He shoved his fingers into my pussy, pumping several times. Then he rolled his fingers up the crack of my ass, forcing me to stiffen. Without any further hesitation, he shoved the entire length of his cock deep inside my pussy.

  My muscles immediately clamped around the thick invasion, my breath skipping as bars of light floated across my field of vision. Gasping for air, I pushed up from the counter, opening my legs as wide as they would go.

  “Are we hungry, little girl?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out. When he drove into me again, I issued a strangled series of moans.

  “Yes. God, yes. Just fuck me.”

  The words seemed to entice him even more and he began plunging into me with such vigor I was shoved against the edge of the counter time and time again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of me, pulling all the way out then driving as hard and fast into my aching pussy as possible. When he gripped my hips, holding me in place, I arched my back even more, changing the angle. I was on fire, my skin seared from the touch of his fingers alone.

  His rough, brutal actions were pure ecstasy, my scattered moans filtering into the room.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh…”

  I could tell he was close to coming and the second he shoved his fingers back into my dark hole, I lost it, a climax rushing into me, a tidal wave of pleasure. I had no control of my muscles as they clenched around his beautiful cock, holding him in place. The sound of his husky roar was a sweet reward. And as he continued to pound into me, I felt his release.

  As he filled me with his seed.

  All time seemed to stand still as his body shook violently. The way his skin chafed my bruised bottom sent another round of quivers dancing along every inch of my body, the pain morphing into utter pleasure. As he continued grinding against me, his cock remaining hard, I allowed my body to slowly fall to the counter’s surface.

  A few seconds later, he pressed the full weight of his body against my back, sliding his arms over the island and intertwining our fingers together. There were no words, simply scattered breathing, but I could swear I read his mind.

  We were close, perhaps far too much so, the man prepared to do everything it took to keep me safe. I wanted so much to find the right words to say, but as my throat clenched, my mind still reeling from everything he’d told me, I knew whatever I said to him was based on our current situation.

  And I hated myself because of it.

  The quiet that had settled between us over the last few hours was palpable, my anxiety increasing. It was late, or maybe I should say close to morning. I hadn’t been able to eat, my nerves remaining on edge.

  Reaper continued to stare at the computer screen, his finger placed on the space bar as if looking over the information I’d collected for the third time was going to change the situation. At least the jump drives had been located and were undamaged.

  “This will definitely provide enough evidence to convict Giordani,” he said after another full minute of quiet.

  “I don’t know. I hope so.”

  He chuckled as he glanced in my direction. “You fought with the devil and I think you just might win a round.”

  A shiver coursed through me. “I don’t know what to think, Nash. I’m not sure who to trust.”

  “Hmm… Well, I hope you trust me by now.”

  There was a hint of the playful side in his words, forcing a smile. “I do. Maybe you’re the only person I can actually trust. What are we going to do?”

  “Wait until the morning. Then we’re turning this over to the proper authorities. After that, my guess is that Dante will be arrested again, brought up on extortion and bank laundering charges.”

  “You sound certain.”

  “Nothing in life is certain, Mitch. I know that better than anyone.”

  God, his words were haunting. I watched as he ejected the second drive, shutting down the computer.

  A full minute passed.

  “I’m proud of you,” he said under his breath.

  “For what?”

  “As I told you before, the kind of bravery few people have. You should be proud of yourself.”

  Proud. That wasn’t the word I’d use. I’d been impetuous, arrogant, and one stupid little girl to think I could fight with the devil, no matter what Nash said. Still, hearing his words made me feel somewhat better.

  I kept my gaze locked on the flickering flames of the fire, my body still quivering. I had no idea what to say to him, no understanding of why my emotions were all over the place, my heart racing. I knew that I adored the man, wasn’t entirely certain how I could ever live without him, but my rational side tried to squelch any thoughts of the future. How could we be experiencing anything other than a reaction from fear and trepidation?

  When Reaper shifted forward on the couch, pulling his drink into his hand, I almost spouted off how I felt about him.

  Longing to remain.

  Prepared to leave all that I’d thought mattered to me.

  Hungering to begin a new life.

  But the words remained stuck in my throat.

  “Tell me about Snake,” I said with as much reverence as possible.

  He was definitely surprised at my comment, myriad emotions riding his face. After taking a deep breath, he took a gulp of his drink. I was shocked when he didn’t blow me off. “He was a buddy of mine. We were all close. All six of us. Snake was a man who loved life, probably more so than the rest of us.”

  “All of you signed up for the military together?”

  A smile crossed his face. “Yeah. Seemed like the thing to do. We all figured it was the military or prison. We were that kind of idiots who thought they could conquer the world at any costs.”

  I wasn’t certain if the memories were pleasant or just another aggravation.

  “Anyway, we signed up. Went to boot camp together, a couple of us ending up at the same base. Then a couple years went by, all of us deciding to become government contractors, remaining overseas.”

  “You decided together?”

  “No. In truth, our decisions were entirely individual. Funny how it worked out, all six of us ending up on the same base after all the years of serving.” He gazed at the fire, his eyes shimmering in the warm glow.

  I remained quiet, realizing whatever was haunting him had everything to do with his buddy.

  “Anyway, another eight months went by and we simply went about our jobs. Then an incident occurred, one involving the possibility of freeing a couple dozen prisoners of war. Given our varied expertise, we were given th
e mission to stake out the location. Sad thing is that an informant had identified the soldiers missing in action. The bastard even had pictures. So we went. While we were close, preparing to determine if that information was correct, we were ambushed.”

  His hand was shaking as he brought the glass to his lips again.

  I crowded closer to the edge of the couch, holding my breath. The look on his face was heartbreaking.

  “Anyway, shots were fired, our location compromised, and we were forced to leave the area. Snake wasn’t with us.”

  “Oh, God.”

  He gave me a brief glance before nodding several times. “We tried to save him, but we failed and he was lost.”

  There was a way that he issued the words that let me know he had no intention of filling in the blanks. What I knew in my heart was that the experience had forever changed him, making him the cautious loner that he’d become. A part of me knew he was forever damaged, but I didn’t care. He was a true hero.

  At least in my mind.

  The sound of a phone ringing brought a hiss from his lips. Very slowly he glared down at his cell phone, a snarl curling across his lips. “The sheriff.”

  I sat up as he answered the phone, every nerve in my body standing on end.

  “Sheriff Robertson,” he said in a tone that seemed like resignation.

  Reaper’s face was pinched, his eyes darting back and forth. What the hell was she telling him?

  When he jerked up, his chest heaving, I slipped my feet to the floor, sliding my drink onto the table as I stared up at him.

  “What the fuck are you telling me, Sheriff?” he demanded, immediately turning toward the front windows. “Here? Are you certain?”

  I knew instantly that Dante was in Montana.

  “Jesus. Yeah, I understand. Any indication where he is or how many assholes that he brought with him?” He slowly turned in my direction, his eyes boring into mine. The man was searching for answers. How the hell could Dante have found out where we were?

  As he sucked in his breath, shaking his head, the glare as harsh as I’d seen, I got off the couch, my legs shaking. My God. I would never get away from the asshole. Never.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” he exclaimed, immediately reaching for his weapon on the table and storming toward the front windows, peering around the edge of the blinds. “Okay.”

  The moment he ended the call, I could tell he was ready to toss the phone across the room. He grabbed the jump drives, shoving them into his pocket. Quiet. For a solid thirty seconds, there was nothing but the sound of the crackling fire. He lifted his head, slowly returning it in my direction.

  “The fucker left Illinois yesterday, although the authorities waited to tell your buddy, Roger. From what the sheriff was able to determine, the asshole might be headed in this direction.”

  “But he can’t find us here. Right?”

  A snicker formed deep in his throat. “Evidently, an informant came clean, contacting the authorities and telling them that Dante was on a mission in Montana, in Missoula to be exact. And, at least according to that district attorney, Dante bragged about knowing exactly where you are.”

  “No. Oh, God, no.”

  “The question remains, Mitch. How the fuck could that asshole find you?” When he walked closer, the grimace on his face riddled with fury, I longed to shrink into the woodwork.

  “I don’t know. How the hell would I know?”

  He continued glaring at me for a full minute as he fisted his hand, the gun in his other drawing my attention.

  There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t shaking.

  “We’re leaving.”

  His statement was definitive. There would be no refusing him.

  “And go where?” I wasn’t entirely certain my question was audible.

  “I’ll fucking figure that out.”

  As soon as he said the words, the sound of a text coming in on my phone seemed as startling as the horrible news. I swallowed before glancing down at the table.

  “Who the hell did you contact, Mitch?”

  “I, um…” As I wrapped my shaking hands around it, pulling the phone closer, a wave of understanding settled in.

  Within seconds, he jerked the phone from my hand, snorting as he glared at the screen. “Get out, he’s found you.” He allowed the words to linger then shifted around the table, closing the distance. The heat of his body was entirely different than before.

  He was beyond pissed.

  “Who the fuck is this?” he demanded again.

  “My friend. Okay? I wanted to let her know I was okay.”

  Chortling, he shoved his weapon behind his back, driving it into the waistband of his jeans. “Do you understand that a single call allows anyone to make a connection? Those who have the means can even lock onto the location by using GPS? Do you have any fucking idea that you allowed this murderer to find you?” After tossing the phone onto the floor, he smashed it with his boot. “Christ.”

  His words stung, more than I wanted to admit, although I was forced to realize just how stupid I’d been. “She wouldn’t have betrayed me. Jessica is my friend. She’s been my friend since…”

  “Since when?” Reaper laughed bitterly. “Since about the time you began working on Giordani’s account?”

  I took several deep breaths as my thoughts shifted to the past, trying to figure out exactly when I’d met Jessica. Then an ugliness settled in. She’d become my friend only a week after I’d been assigned Dante’s account. A flash of images floated into my mind. All the times I’d gone out for a drink with her. All the times she’d come to my apartment, sharing girl time over a movie and popcorn.

  And all the times we’d discussed business on a limited level. My God. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d been played on every level, monsters horning in on every aspect of my life.

  “She told him,” I finally said.

  He laughed bitterly as he yanked my coat from the hall closet, tossing it in my direction. “You bet she did. Get moving. The shit is about to get real.”

  Chapter 17

  Reaper

  Rage.

  The emotion was almost too much to keep buried in my system. While Mitch was a smart girl, she’d been played to the point that she’d lost her sense of reality. There was no time to waste. We had to get the fuck out of here.

  “If you contacted anyone else, you better fucking tell me,” I barked as I shut off the lights, dragging her by the arm toward the door.

  “Nobody. Jessica was the only person that knew what I was dealing with. I wanted to warn her.”

  “Yeah? Well, my guess is that whatever conversation you had went directly to the fuckhead.”

  To her credit, she didn’t attempt to fight me.

  “Stand the fuck right here,” I commanded before slightly opening the slats on the blinds. While a slice of moon illuminated a portion of the front of the house, it did little to provide any details. Calculating the distance in my mind, if he’d left the day before, it was entirely possible he’d arrived in Missoula.

  Damn it.

  “Take this,” I said as I shifted the gun in her direction.

  “I don’t have any training in order to be able to shoot a weapon.”

  “The safety is off and all you have to do is point and shoot. Keep both hands on the weapon when you do so the recoil doesn’t bite you in the ass.” When she was hesitant in taking it, I shoved it into her hands, wrapping both around it. “Do what I say, Mitch. It’s going to be fine. We’re simply going to drive out of here and head toward Hawk’s ranch. Do you understand?”

  “I get it. What if I can’t fire?”

  I almost chuckled at her question. “Trust me. You’ll have no problem if it becomes necessary.”

  The darkness was oppressive even if dawn was likely thirty minutes away. When she finally accepted my offer, her hands shaking, I took a deep breath. She’d been a stupid girl, but I could understand her trust in someone she believed to be a friend.

 
; Hell, Snake had trusted me with his life and I’d failed.

  I shoved the thought aside as I moved toward the door. “Stay behind me just in case.” I grabbed the rifle, enjoying the heaviness that the piece of steel afforded. No motherfucker was going to stop us from getting the hell out of here.

  When I opened the door, the brisk air assaulted my senses, forcing me to suck in my breath. After taking a deep breath, I was relieved that I wasn’t able to detect anything out of the ordinary. I grabbed her hand, pulling her onto the porch.

  Then a wafting of gasoline shifted into my nostrils.

  “Get inside!” I hissed, but not soon enough, sliding directly in front of her.

  Two sets of headlights popped on, the glaring ugly light centered directly on the front door, blinding my vision.

  There was no sound, no telltale signs of the assholes behind the wheel. Then a crunch of snow created an instant reaction. I swung the barrel of the rifle in the direction of the sound, prepared to fire. Damn it, the lights prevented any possibility of seeing a single freaking asshole.

  When a solid ten seconds passed, I aimed at chest level, almost taking a shot.

  Until I heard a dark chuckle coming from thirty feet in front of me.

  “Did you really think you were going to get away from me, sweetheart?”

  I shifted the weapon a few inches, my gut telling me I could cut the asshole down with a single bullet.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I asked, my tone as gruff as I could make it.

  “Well, you obviously already know that.”

  Another crunch of the snow brought the fucker closer.

  “Stay right where you are,” I snarled. “I have no problem shooting you straight into hell.”

  “You can do that, but I assure you that the men who are with me will have no issue taking a single shot to your kneecap. After that, you’ll be forced to watch as that pretty little lady you’re protecting is violated in the most… delicious ways.”

  His laugh pissed me off more than anything. How in the hell had he found her? The phone call to her friend. Mitch’s girlfriend had been helping Giordani all along and he’d been able to grab the location from her phone. I grew enraged that she’d been betrayed by someone she thought she could trust.