by Desiree Holt
She licked him once more, her lips lingering over his heavy tip. She put her whole mouth around him, sucking him gently as she withdrew. He jammed his fingers in her hair as she sank again, this time farther, gentler, retreating with more pressure to her pull. He blew air out of his mouth as she loved him with her lips again, and yet again, each time sinking lower, laving him with her tongue and pulling back with slow, determined ardor. Then she forgot herself, loving the tempo, adoring the texture of his smooth cock, hot steel beneath her tender lips. She increased her need, her pace, her delight and heard that his came as a seething, searing yell of hoarse triumph.
“Jesus, Maddie!” He came in her mouth with hot spurts of exclamation and she swallowed all of it, proud she could love him so well, so long, so forcefully.
He sank to his knees before her, threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her like a madman. “God, baby, no one’s ever been so good.”
“Really?” she asked on a chord of whimsy. “How can that be?”
He caressed her lips with his own and crushed hers to him as he sent his tongue inside her mouth. “You think I’ve had so many women.”
She licked her lips, tasting his mouth and his cum and cock in a scrumptious mix. “Dan, a man like you?”
“A man like me, baby? Yeah. I can have so many women.” He sounded raw and self-deprecating. “And god knows I’ve had my share. But like I said last night,” his voice deepened to gravel, “no one has meant to me what you do.”
Tears welled in her eyes. If this was true, if a man, this man, could love her so easily, so readily, so fully, was she a fool to believe it? She had to know, but not right now. “Right now,” she whispered, “show me what I mean to you.”
“I’ll start here.”
He rose up on his knees, looming and raising her chin. Running his hands down her jaw, her throat, he worked at the buttons of her blouse and slid the thing down her shoulders. At once, he flicked open the clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled free. No sooner was she bare than he was there, lifting her up to his seeking mouth. Rolling one nipple with one set of forefinger and thumb, he sucked on the other nipple with a sweet and all-too-brief pull of his lips. He let his cheek brush against that breast and with one hand to her hip, and another to her opposite thigh, he pushed her legs open.
“And then go here.”
He put both palms to the insides of her upper thighs and spread her wide. Shocked at how the aroma of her own juices flowed up into the air, she moaned. He brought her hips forward on the stair and lowered his dark head. The first flick of his tongue had her bucking.
“No, baby, don’t move. I have to get a huge hot taste of you and a crazy buzz going on this swollen clit of yours. Curl up, honey. Show me more of this bud and I’ll eat it up for you.”
She could have sworn she growled. She flung her head back, her thighs as wide as they could go, her cunt crying and dripping for this tender man who feasted on her pussy with a gourmand’s care. The torture went on and deliciously on for unbearably wonderful moments. Moments when she yearned to move. Moments when she craved to throw him off, demand he come inside her and fill her to the core. But she was a good girl, a craven girl, a wild woman who adored every slick lave of his tongue.
“Ahhh, god, Dan! No more!”
“Yes,” he demanded and sent two fingers inside her pussy while he circled and circled her pulsing clit. “This.” He dipped another finger into her and swirled her walls. “And this.” He cupped her ass and tilted her up for him so that he could trail his burning tongue over every inch of her throbbing labia. “And this.” He pulled her to the floor, gripped her inner thighs and hauled her ass up his legs. Then he fumbled for his trousers and another condom, and snapped it on his rigid cock. In the next breath, he drilled into her, impaled her, thrilled her, filled her with such a driving possession that she came once, howling, and again and more. God knew, how much more.
He lay atop her, his heavy weight a welcome heat. He nuzzled her ear, dropped a kiss to her throat and wrapped his arms around her to roll them to their sides. “You are delicious.” He pushed tendrils of her hair back from her face. “Loving you takes extra energy. I’m going to be eating a lot more.”
She pinched his ribs and giggled. “You already are.”
“Mmm, and don’t you just love it.”
“No complaints from me, Mr. Foreman.”
His green eyes narrowed in the deepening shadows. His words were thick with the exertion of great sex. “I’ve become addicted to the taste of your pussy.”
She smiled, almost shy now, and pressed her forehead to his chest.
He dropped a kiss to her hair. “I meant what I said before. Don’t wear any panties. Never again. I need to know I can look at you at any time and see you.” He rolled her to her back and ran one open palm over her swollen labia. His fingers traced her slit and she undulated. “And pretend that I’m eating you. That my fingers are inside you.” He sank three fingers in her sopping wet channel. He bent to anoint each areola with a small suck. “That your nipples are begging for me, like they are now.”
“O-Okay.” She could barely think as she arched.
“And that you can want me,” he crooned, as she felt the first pulses of another orgasm, “like this. And then you can come for me. Without me putting a hand to you. That you’ll need me. Hard and fast. Like this.”
She bowed up as a wave of electric pulses careened through her groin and shook her whole body. At last she sank to the carpet, her body lolling in completion.
“No panties, hell!” She widened her eyes at him. “No clothes at all! Ever!”
He chuckled.
“But Dan,” she whispered, running a fingertip over the seam of his lips, “darling, what good will going naked do me or you, if you aren’t here with me?”
His mirth died and his gaze drifted to her mouth. He glanced away.
When he looked at her again, she knew his next words would be all business.
He stood and handed her blouse to her, then donned his own clothes. Maddie crossed her arms, clutching her blouse, standing there naked waiting for the truth. She hated to think what came next.
“I’ve got to leave town. For a while.” He faced her. “I’m not just a transportation expert, Maddie. I’m a tracker. One of the best field operatives Langley ever trained.”
“The CIA,” she mouthed, her worst nightmare of Dan’s true profession becoming fact. She sat back down on the third step, shuddering as she asked, “If I ask what you are trained in, can you even tell me?”
He bit his lower lip and looked pained. “Weapons. Illegal traffic.”
She inhaled. Okay. “Why are you with us?”
“There’s a problem. Shipments of illegal arms from Guatemala are coming across the southwestern border. A big concentration passed through the Laredo and El Paso areas. Border Patrol confiscated those.”
“Then the problem’s taken care of.” But she had a feeling it wasn’t.
Dan shook his head. “From the drivers we arrested, we learned there were two more truckloads we didn’t catch. Like the others, they were filled with rocket launchers and about two hundred assault rifles.”
“But you tracked the two missing trucks? Or Border Patrol did, yes?”
“Yes. They found them in the desert near Del Rio. Empty of cargo. One driver was dead of heat exhaustion. They had no water with them.”
“Foolish to travel there in the worst drought Texans have had in a century. But you said one driver died of the heat. What about the other one?”
“He tried to set the truck on fire, then shot himself.”
“My god. Horrible.”
“Yes, but he didn’t do such a great job of it. The fire didn’t totally destroy the truck. He—or someone, maybe his jefe, hid some paperwork in the rocker panels. Purchase agreements for the weapons and delivery instructions.”
“Terrible. But what has all this to do with us? With the staff? And why you’re here?” Was she screeching? She n
ever panicked. Never lost her cool. But she was responsible for every staff member’s hire, every piece of legislation every aide researched, examined, approved. Her head spun. She covered her eyes.
He squatted down in front of her. “I’m here to see if anyone in Trask’s office had anything to do with the transport of that shipment.”
Maddie wet her lips and took a deep breath. “Dan, when you disappeared I went to the office and spoke to Trask. He told me to mind my own business, that you’d show up any time.” She mentally steeled herself to make the next statement. “I checked your computer and found an encrypted document. I couldn’t get into it no matter what combination I tried. Promise me you’re not mixed up in this some way.”
Dan curled his fingers into fists. “Shit, shit, shit. That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Tell me,” she insisted.
“Listen, Maddie. I’m not involved in this and I hate it that you could even think for one minute I could be. We’ll get to that another time. But the person pulling the strings has set me up so all roads lead to me. That’s why I had to disappear.”
She had to ask, “What leads you to think one of us would be involved?”
“The paperwork, what is left of it after the fire, indicates that the weapons are meant for an action directed by someone named Triska, or Truske or something close.”
“Well, that does it then. It’s a mistake.” She stared at Dan when he didn’t move a muscle. “Come on, now, let’s be reasonable here. Trask is the Speaker of the House.”
“He comes from south Texas.”
“Yes, but that’s no reason to suspect him of this! This is—”
“Treason.” Dan looked grim as death.
“I won’t believe it.” She stood. “Trask is a hard-ass, a pillar of the party, a rock of south Texas and you just can’t accuse a man of doing this thing! And the staff? Before we’re hired, every one of us has to hold a top secret clearance!” She waved a hand.
Dan caught it. “Hey, hey, honey! I agree with you. But I have to learn the truth. And I have to know who put an encrypted file on my computer to throw suspicion on me.”
“And you need proof.”
He nodded. “I do.”
The doorbell rang.
Maddie jumped. “Oh, my god.”
Dan was at the door, peering through the eyehole. “A woman? Are you expecting a guest?”
Maddie ran a hand through her hair. And looking down at how she was naked as a jaybird, she put out a hand. “Yes. That’s my best friend from college. Nikki Welles. She’s here to spend the night.”
Dan scowled. “I don’t know about this.”
“I do. Let her in. Introduce yourself. She’ll find it intriguing you’re here. Meanwhile, I,” she pointed upstairs, “am having a shower and a change of clothes.”
Dan was shaking his head. “Bad time to have her here, Maddie.”
She had one hand to the banister, the other gripping the flashlight she’d fished out of the hall table drawer and her blouse dangling in front of her naked body. She almost snorted. “Tell me about it. She’s a private detective, by the way, Mr. CIA, Transportation Expert. Let her in, for heaven’s sakes. She knows I’ve been missing you—and she wants to help.”
“No!” Anger and torment warred on his face. “You confided in her?”
“Yes! And I trust her. She lives in south Texas these days, by the way. So you never know what good could come of this.”
“You are one wild woman.”
The doorbell rang again. Insistently this time.
“I know,” Maddie told him. “Open the door, darling. Let my friend in.”
Chapter Six
With obvious reluctance Dan opened the door and gaped at the woman standing there. Maddie, standing behind him, laughed softly. People usually stared the first time they saw Nikki Welles. At least five ten, her body was encased in a black leather jacket and pants that showed off her lean strength. Straight black hair was pulled into a ponytail that hung down her back and her face was defined by high, slashing cheekbones and deep-set black eyes that had a “Don’t fuck with me” look.
A mischievous smile curved her lips as she looked at Dan, then at Maddie standing nearly nude on the stairs and back at Dan again.
“Well,” she drawled. “Am I here as an observer or am I supposed to join the party?”
Maddie laughed. “Neither. Sad for you.” Then she sobered. “Nicole Welles, meet Dan Foreman. My missing person. We have a problem, Nikki. Let me throw some clothes on and we’ll tell you about it.”
Dan turned and looked at her. “Maddie, I’m not sure—”
“Trust me,” she interrupted. “We need help and this is just the person to provide it.”
Nikki stepped into the foyer and Dan closed the door. “Why is your house dark? Didn’t you pay your bill?”
“Part of the story. Dan, can you find some candles in the pantry and get us some light? I’ll be right down.”
By the time she’d thrown on a pair of jeans and joined Nikki and Dan in the kitchen they were huddled at the table where six candles burned in holders.
“So did you tell her?” Maddie asked, looking from Dan to Nikki and back again.
“I wormed it out of him,” Nikki told her. “Reluctantly, I might add.” She grinned. “I told him I had more ways to torture him than any terrorist he’d ever meet.”
Maddie’s answering smile was weak. She was consumed with worry for Dan and a growing unease about Paul Trask. In her hasty shower she’d run through everything she knew and realized whatever was going on was bigger than she’d imagined.
“Pardon my bluntness, Nicole, but I don’t know you and I think discussing this with you is a big mistake,” Dan muttered. “The more people who find out where I am, the harder it is for me to disappear and do what I have to.”
“If disappearing’s what you want,” Nikko told him, “I can make that happen.”
“Yeah?” Dan cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “You a magician or something?”
“Better. I have a big ranch in a remote area of Texas and the transportation to get you there. If you have a base of operations where no one can get at you, you can do whatever you have to.”
“Texas?” Dan looked at Maddie, who’d dropped into the chair next to him. “Is she for real?”
Maddie nodded. “Her private security agency does very, very well. And she also has experience and connections in this area that we don’t have.”
“I do,” he argued.
“Apparently not if you’re on the run. So let her help us, please?”
Maddie waited while Dan drummed his fingers on the table the way he did when he was mulling things over in his mind.
“All right, I’ll consider it,” he said at last. “First, tell me how we get out of this house without being seen.”
“I will but I have a question,” Nikki put in. “Dan, you’re already MIA, but Maddie, won’t people miss you if suddenly you aren’t around?”
Maddie shook her head. “Actually, this is the best time for me to be gone. It’s the last week in July. Congress declared an early recess and everyone in our offices is either getting ready to leave town or they’ve already gone.”
“Okay, then.” Nikki pushed back from the table. “Then here’s what we’ll do.”
* * * * *
Dan and Maddie stood in the huge bedroom staring at each other.
“I can’t believe she actually did it,” he said at last. “Got us here right under everyone’s noses. And what a perfect place for a hideout.”
“I told you she could help.”
His smile was rueful. “Remind me never to get on that woman’s bad side. I’d hate to have her after me.”
Maddie chuckled, but it was more a sound of relief than humor.
“Her headquarters is in San Antonio which is why the ranch is in Texas, but she has contacts everyplace in the country. In the world.”
Dan looked at her, curiosity flashing in his eyes
. “Exactly what kind of ‘private security’ work does she do?”
“I think you’ll have to ask her. But it’s pretty high powered, I know that. And she gets paid very, very well for it.”
“Well.” Dan brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “She certainly gets my vote.”
Getting out of her townhouse had been complicated but effective. Nicole had called a local contact who had shown up in a pizza delivery truck. The delivery person who left was Dan, while the contact hid in the trunk of Maddie’s car. She and Nicole left together, driving to the hotel where Nikki was staying. They left her car with the valet and made a show of going into the hotel. From there they went to the hotel garage where another of Nikki’s contacts picked them up and drove them to a private airport in suburban Maryland.
The Nemesis jet ferried them to an airport outside of San Antonio. Then it was a quick helicopter ride to the ranch truly in the middle of nowhere.
“Is this really a working ranch?” Dan wanted to know.
Maddie nodded. “It makes a good cover. She’s got an excellent foreman and the place makes money. She also has a training facility here with a gun range hidden in a wooded section of the property.”
Dan whistled. “She’s thought of everything. She must be making a bundle.”
Maddie grinned. “Ya think?”
He reached for her and pulled her toward him, his hands cupping her face. “Right now I don’t want to think. Right now I want to remember that we’re alive and at least temporarily out of harm’s way.”
When his mouth came down on hers, Maddie’s senses were flooded with the most incredible desire. Just the hungry touch of his lips and fresh cream filled her cunt and her nipples hardened. She opened her mouth for his invading tongue, dancing her own over it. Every pulse point in her body thrummed in anticipation.
His mouth slid to her cheek, then her jawline and her throat, nipping at the soft skin then soothing it with the tip of his tongue.
“Will your friend come looking for us?” he asked, his voice vibrating against her skin.
“No.” She had a hard time formulating an answer with the thick erotic fog wrapping itself around her. “She’s…busy in her office here.”