by Desiree Holt
“Good.”
And that was the last thing either of them said for a long time.
Dan put his mouth to better use, licking and kissing her neck, her shoulder, the valley between her breasts. Unbuttoning her blouse, one careful button at a time, he kissed each section of skin as he exposed it. Maddie simply clutched at him, her body liquid and her legs trembling. Nimble fingers unclasped her bra and slid the straps down her arms, his tongue following the path on first one arm then the other. She shivered beneath his feathery touch. How was it that this man could reduce her to a shimmering pool of need so quickly?
With the scrap of lace and satin that passed for her bra tossed to the side, he pulled each throbbing nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until it swelled to the point of pleasure-pain. His teeth nipped lightly, tugging at the swollen buds then soothing each one with a flick of his tongue. Each nibble sent shivers of arousal through her body and a fresh release of cream in her very hungry pussy. As he concentrated on tormenting her nipples, his big hands squeezed the firm flesh of her breasts and she moaned into his mouth.
Desperate to feel his skin against hers, she tried to unbutton his shirt but her hands were shaking too badly. Finally in frustration she ripped it open, the buttons popping everywhere, and curled her fingers through the soft pelt of hair on his chest. Her fingers searched through the curls to find his flat nipples and she tugged on them, eliciting a strangled sound from him that vibrated against her breasts.
Dan lifted his head and pulled her against him so that they were together skin to skin. Cupping her breasts in his warm palms, he moved them back and forth against his body, the soft curls of his chest hair abrading the sensitive skin. His mouth was on hers again, tongue probing, demanding, flicking everywhere inside that liquid well. She was drowning in sensation and so crazy for him she thought she might implode. Her skin felt too hot, what clothes she still wore too tight. Through layers of fabric she could feel the thick, heated shaft of Dan’s erection branding itself against her.
“Naked,” she gasped. “I want us naked. Now.”
“I love it when you’re wild like this.” His voice was heavy with a need that matched hers. His hands dropped to her waist and unerringly found the button on her slacks. The fabric whispered over her legs as it dropped to the floor and pooled around her feet. Dan slid one hand into the front of her bikini panties and cupped her mound, one long finger pressing between the wet folds of her pussy. He rubbed it up and down, dragging it over her throbbing clit. He made a soft sound of satisfaction when her honey coated his skin.
Maddie held onto his arms as she kicked away her shoes and stepped out of her slacks. Two fingers plunged into her heated channel, sliding in and out, impaling her as she struggled to take them deeper. Oh, god, she wanted his cock inside her. Right this minute.
“You are soaked.” He pressed the palm of his hand against her clit as he continued to stroke her with his fingers. “I love it.”
“Dan.” The word was half moan, half plea. “Please.”
She fumbled to open his pants but again she couldn’t make her fingers work.
Dan’s laugh was husky. “Let me, or I’ll have no clothes left at all.
He slipped his fingers from her cunt and quickly disposed of his pants and boxers. Before kicking them to the side he retrieved his wallet and fished out a condom.
Her eyes widened. “Do you keep an endless supply of those with you?”
He shook his head. “I wish. If we keep this up we’re going to need to stock up on some supplies.”
Maddie looked down and saw the heaviness of his sac beneath the swollen cock with its dark purple head. She reached for him, her body trembling with anticipation. Wrapping her slim fingers around his hard length, she stopped him from rolling on the latex.
God, he is so huge. How do I ever take him inside me?
Fascinated, she rubbed her thumb over the bead of liquid that had formed at the slit. As she stroked him from root to tip, he groaned.
“Shit, Maddie. Careful or it will be all over before we want it to.”
Ignoring her protests, he moved her fingers away, cupped his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her to the bed, juggling her for a moment as he pulled back the quilt before laying her down on the sheets.”Jesus, you are so wet, Maddie. I love the feel of that hot, wet pussy. And the taste.”
He lifted her legs and pulled them over his shoulders as he knelt on the floor. Opening her labia as if he were peeling back the petals of a flower, he blew softly on her cunt, a stream of warm air that made the muscles of her pussy quiver in response. There was something so erotic about lying there so totally exposed to him.
When he lapped at the wet pink flesh of her cunt she jerked as if tiny thunderbolts had shot through her system. He teased at her, flicking his tongue lightly, tasting her and covering her with an open-mouthed kiss.
“Oh, god,” she cried, thrusting her hips out at him.
“You like that?” He stroked his tongue over her again. “I like it, too.”
When he rose to his feet she cried out in disappointment. Surely he wasn’t going to leave her like this? But when she opened her eyes and looked at him, he was grinning at her and rolling on the condom.
With two firm hands, he pressed her knees to her chest and touched the head of his cock to her opening. She cried out in expectation. He teased her again, then flexed his hips and thrust into her, ramming home with one hard stroke. His balls slapped against the curve of her ass as he drove into her again and again. She could feel her orgasm rising low in her belly, a beast of desire clawing its way up through her body.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Do it, Maddie.”
Obediently she took them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed them hard, until the knife edge of pain became a sword of pleasure.
“God, I love your tits. They are so beautiful. That’s it. Pinch harder.”
His words stoked the carnal flame blazing inside her and it flared higher.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispered, pushing her hips up to match his rhythm.
He increased his speed, pounding madly into her, the head of his cock rasping her sweet spot with every deep thrust.
She pinched her nipples as hard as she could and her climax burst over her, just as Dan found his own release. The walls of her pussy clasped around his cock, milking him, pulling every drop of cum from him. They shuddered together, their bodies slick with sweat, until the last spasm faded away. Then he collapsed forward, keeping as much of his weight off her body as he could.
At last he levered himself upward and slid carefully from the wet clutch of her pussy. Maddie lay there spent, listening to the sounds of him in the bathroom disposing of the condom and running water. Then he was back, stretching out beside her and pulling her against him. He let out a soft, uneven chuckle.
“I hope we don’t kill each other before we get to the bottom of this mess.”
She tweaked his nipples, loving it when even his tired body jerked in response. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
* * * * *
“Before I do anything else,” Dan said, “I think I need some clothes.”
They were all in the kitchen drinking coffee. Dan was leaning against the counter dressed only in his jeans. Maddie had to force herself not to keep staring at his bare chest. How was it possible that not ten minutes ago they’d fucked their brains out and already she wanted him again? No man had ever affected her this way. She just hoped it wasn’t leading her down the path to disaster. Dan had told her he’d be there for her, but she’d learned long ago that trust was a very fragile thing.
Nicole laughed. “If we could just get Maddie to stop ripping your clothes off you we’d be okay.”
Maddie felt the heat creeping up her cheeks. Not a person who embarrassed easily, she still wasn’t the type to have her sexual activities discussed in front of others no matter how tight the friendship was.
“Not to worry.” Nikki fluttered her fingers at them. “Give me sizes and I’ll have my ranch manager’s wife take care of it. They won’t be high fashion but they’ll cover your bodies.”
“We appreciate you getting us out of D.C. the way you did,” Dan told her, “and bringing us to your ranch. Also it may be the best place for us to work from, besides being off everyone’s radar.”
Maddie raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“We need to take a field trip to Del Rio and talk to the Border Patrol agents at the Del Rio crossing.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “That particular area has been a hot spot for all kinds of illegal activities.”
“You think any of the officers there are involved?” Nikki wanted to know.
Dan shrugged. “Hard to tell. I’d like to say no, but money is a powerful incentive.” He set his mug on the counter. “I want to take a run down there and check it out.”
Maddie shook her head. “They’ll be on alert, Dan. It’s too dangerous. You’ll be putting yourself in too much jeopardy.”
“Not if Nikki can continue to work miracles.”
Nicole narrowed her eyes. “What exactly are you asking for?”
“Some fake ID and anonymous transportation.”
Nikki burst out laughing. “You do have instant confidence in my abilities.”
He dipped his head. “After that exit from D.C. you have definitely made a believer out of me.” He paused. “Can you do it? Will you do it?”
Maddie slammed her hand on the table. “If you go, I go. I’m not letting you off on your own again.”
“Maddie, be reasonable,” Dan argued. “This is what I do. This is what I’m good at. You’re an amateur here.”
“You can’t be too good at it if they found you out and you’re hiding out here,” she snapped back.
A deep flush stained his cheeks and a muscle twitched in his jaw. “Maddie, I—”
She jumped up from her chair and went to stand in front of him, winding her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry, Dan. That was a terrible thing to say. I’m just so worried.”
“It’s okay.” His voice was soft. “I understand. But you have to let me do this.”
“Only if you take me with you,” she insisted.
“She’ll give you a better cover, Dan” Nikki interjected. “A couple—especially two people who can’t keep their hands off each other—will make you harder to ID as well as raise fewer suspicions. Plus Maddie can be frightening when she goes into her Krav Maga routines.”
Dan’s brows knit in pained delight. “She almost made mincemeat of me a while ago in her foyer.”
Maggie grinned.
“But if I agree to this and you come with me, Maddie?” Dan stared at one woman and then the other. “My rules. No exceptions. No arguments.”
“Yes. Absolutely.” She kissed his cheek. “Whatever you say.”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Yeah, right. We’ll see.”
Nikki rinsed her mug and stuck it in the dishwasher. “Let me get busy on personal items and identification for the two of you. Dan, I think we should spend time today planning this out and looking at every eventuality. And I’ll see where my agency can help. You should plan on leaving tomorrow morning.”
Dan nodded. “Thank you. I—we—appreciate this very much.”
“Just remember,” she laughed. “Payback can be hell.”
Chapter Seven
“Dan, are you sure this is the best way to find these border crossings?” Maddie rubbed her sore left thigh as the two of them sat atop horses they’d hired at a Del Rio dude ranch two hours ago. She had thought she knew this terrain from travels down to Speaker Trask’s district office years ago. But now she wasn’t sure where she was.
“Sorry, baby. This is the best way we could travel along this part of the Rio Grande without arousing suspicion and find the route these truckers carved out. You haven’t ridden in a while have you?” His green eyes ran over her in sympathy and a devilish light dawned in them. “How’s your saddle?”
She caught the trend of his thoughts and capitalized on any humor she could wring from the situation. “Honey, you know how my saddle is.” She squirmed in her leather seat atop her roan mare, feeling how sweetly swollen her pussy still was from Dan’s repeated possession. “Hot and—”
He chuckled as he spurred his stallion beside her. “Sweet.” He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “And I do miss being in there, so let’s check out this curve in the riverbed quickly, shall we?”
He led the way along a bare, rocky path that he said was really the dry bed of the mighty Rio Grande. “The drought has been so bad the last few years,” he went on as he secured his Stetson against the brutal August sun, “that the river has disappeared in many places. Here, over in Big Bend by Lajitas, and on to El Paso, there are dozens of areas where someone can walk across and kick up the dust.”
“For those coming over on foot,” Maddie added as she followed Dan’s winding trail, “these crossings are gifts.”
Dan turned to shoot her a look of surprise.
“Oh, yes, I know about the crossings, even if I haven’t ever seen them. Working for Trask, with him representing this district in Congress, you learn the statistics. Discussing smuggling of drugs and prostitutes, or illegal immigrants means you have to know how and why they come through here. But wow,” she whispered as she pulled her mare to a halt to watch a group of five teenage boys, dirty and sweaty, rise up suddenly from the brush. “I never thought I’d actually witness illegals trudging north.”
“Buenos Dias,” Dan greeted them as they froze in their tracks. From the startled looks on their faces, they certainly did not think it was a good day. But Dan went on in very good Spanish, asking them something about autos and roads.
One of the young men answered rapidly in his native tongue, pointing Dan toward the southwest. Then he scowled, asking Dan a question. Dan answered and from his expression, Maddie got the drift of his reply. Dan told them, no, he was not interested in arresting them or making them turn back to Mexico. He and his wife were out for a ride. The five young men shook their heads, as if to say, crazy gringos, then waved, smiled weakly and trudged onward.
“Okay!” Dan grinned at her. “Come on, baby. If they’re right about the dry bed road over here, we’ve struck pay dirt.”
He had told her that before he could begin a discussion with the local Border Patrol agents, he had to have an idea where the trucks loaded with weapons might come through. This made sense to Maddie, even though with the Texas border over five hundred miles long, that was like finding a needle in a haystack.
Dan’s reasoning was strong though. “The trucks were eighteen wheelers,” he had told her yesterday. “You can’t carry heavy assault weapons over terrain that rough without destroying the merchandise. And when it’s expensive goods like this—and illegal to boot—a trucker needs to be certain he’s going to deliver goods intact so that he can receive his payment.”
What Maddie couldn’t figure was why they chose the Del Rio area, when a sector even more sparsely patrolled was around Eagle Pass or Presidio. Both of those towns had very small Sheriff’s Departments and the Customs and Immigration checkpoints were one man operations. Bribery had often been a problem among all those in law enforcement. She didn’t expect it had changed much just because people in Washington got their panties in a bunch about security after 9/11. In fact, she’d read reports that declared corruption among locals had gotten worse.
Maddie winced as the horse picked her way down a ravine, following Dan’s horse which had disappeared into a thicket of mesquite and live oaks.
“Maddie!” Dan called to her. “Look at this, honey.”
She ducked her head, pushing back limbs and leaves as she made her way towar
d his voice. Then she reined in her horse. “Good heavens.” Covered on two sides by brush, a road followed along the dry riverbank. She stood in her stirrups to see that the road snaked on for four or five miles, but shifted off to the west. “This is where they come to hide from the patrols.”
Dan swung down from his horse to examine the tire tracks. The drought had created a fine dust that heavy gauge tractor-trailer tires had clawed into. The ridges on either side protected the roads and no winds had come along to erase the deep impressions in the riverbank.
“Question is,” Dan said looking both ways along the concealed roadway, “where are they coming from?” He tipped his head toward Mexico. “There is no road there that can support these big babies.”
“Oh, my god. Hold that thought.” Maddie dug her heels into her mare and turned her about. “Don’t move.”
“No! Honey! You shouldn’t—” Dan yelled.
But she lost the sounds of his objection in the rush of adrenalin and horse’s hooves leading her toward Del Rio where they’d come from. Not more than a mile from the concealed dirt road, she ground to a halt at what she saw. She wheeled the mare and they were off again, meeting Dan along the path chasing her.
“Do not do that again.” He grabbed her reins. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, but I—”
“I don’t want to lose you.” He cupped her chin. “My rules, remember?”
“I do. But I think you will like the fact I broke this one this time.”
He cocked his head, ruefulness and humor playing around his firm mouth. “And why is that, Boss Lady?”
She batted big, wide, blue eyes filled with mirth. “I found the reason your trucks stop here.”
Dan frowned, then smiled like a fiend. “Show me.”
“This way, Boss Man.” She clicked for her mare to turn and take them back the way they’d come. At a canter, the two of them were gazing at Maddie’s discovery within two minutes.
“Railroad track,” Dan said in awe. “I’ll be damned.”
“I’d say it is the remains of one of the old lines of the Atchison, Topeka and the Sante Fe.”