Perfect Duet

by Aliyah Burke

The smile couldn’t be contained, and she didn’t bother to try. The ache in her side eased as they rode. She had no clue where they were headed and no way to get to her phone without him realizing what she was doing.

  She shivered in the night air after a while. Even though his body was radiating a good deal of heat, she wasn’t exactly dressed to go out on the back of a bike for a long ride. Cracking open her eyes, she recognized that they were back in Gregory, but not a part she frequented. A garage door opened, and he rolled them in—backward, like he was expecting to have to leave in a rush.

  The bike idled until the door was completely down. Then and only then did he kill the engine. Much like when they’d left the club and entered the alley, the silence was deafening. Xahara swore her heart could be heard.

  Not even a light was on. She felt him put down the kickstand, and when he unhooked her hands, she pushed away from him.

  “Off you get.”

  She moved the leg he touched and didn’t go far. The layout wasn’t one she knew, and with five-inch heels, she didn’t want to break something. He must not have had the same issue she did, because two seconds later, she was in his arms as he lifted her, moving them up until a wall hit her back.

  His mouth dominated her, and she sank into him with a needy moan. Fuck, she was so screwed.

  “What are you doing here, Dove? Why didn’t you run from here when you ran from me?”

  “I’m here to see family. I wasn’t about to up and leave them wondering where I was.”

  “You put yourself on their radar, Dove. I can’t protect you and do my job as well.”

  “I don’t need your protection. I didn’t ask for it.”

  “That .22 you have and your cell phone aren’t going to be much help against their automatics.” She sucked in a breath, and he chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you have. Baby, I’ve memorized your body so much, you can’t hide anything from me.”

  Another soul-sucking kiss.

  “How’s your injury?”

  “Fine. Are we only getting to stay in the garage? Or do you have more clothes for me to change into this time?”

  He wedged a thick thigh between her legs, spreading her open. Moments later, he cupped her pussy, gliding over the wet lips before pushing two digits deep inside her without warning.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, her entire body bucking, taking him in as far as she could.

  “Clothes will come later. Right now, I’m going to put my cock inside you and fuck you until you can’t remember your name and you choke the fuck out of my dick as you come on it.” He moved his thumb along her clit, and she gasped, stars erupting before her eyes.

  She was so on edge, it didn’t take long and she was coming once more. With his free hand, he yanked up the side of her Lycra dress and she immediately lifted that leg, high on his waist.

  Two became three as he drove another finger into her. The brutality of it was what she needed because, again, there wasn’t any doubt that he never hurt her. But he was claiming her.

  And she was going to let him.

  “I dreamed about this pussy while you were gone.”

  Her legs shook as his words vibrated along her throat. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his thrusts took her up onto her toes, even in the shoes she wore.

  “Jager,” she panted.

  “Yes, Dove. Like that but so much fucking louder.”

  “Are we safe?” The SWAT officer in her needed to know before she succumbed to the pleasure he offered.

  “Yes. They don’t know about this place. My name isn’t anywhere on it.”

  “Then put that dick in me already.”

  “I want to enjoy you.”

  “Later. I need you.”

  Yes, she was begging, but right now, she didn’t fucking care.

  “No bed?”

  “Right here is fine by me.” She didn’t need flowers and champagne, hell, she didn’t need a soft surface. She needed his cock.

  Tension rose between them as she listened to the zipper lowering. Her breathing hitched as he adjusted her leg on his side before swiping the large head over her wetness.

  “He’s ready to come home.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she then dug her nails into his shoulders. “Then let him.”

  Jager put his lips on hers, not kissing but sharing his breath with her. Craving his cock, she listened to the cadence of his breathing and matched it with her own.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  Slow and easy, completely belying the pounding of her heart. With a long, steady stroke, he pushed into her. Filling her with one thrust of his hips.

  Her brain shorted out. Holy fuck. No one had ever told her sex should feel like this. Had she known, she would have been out fucking anyone and everyone she could. Electrical impulses scattered through her. Fire raced through her veins.

  Even though the wall was at her back, Jager had wrapped his arms around her in such a way that she didn’t touch anything but him. He protected her. Held her. Supported her.

  Then, he fucked her.

  Jager’s balls were ready to explode on the single stroke to enter her heated pussy. He refused to give in because, damn it, he wasn’t a boy jacking off to his father’s porn stash. He could control himself and at least get a few strokes in before he lost it within her wetness.

  She’d moaned as he’d pushed deep, and that was something movies were made of and spank banks cashed in on. But he wanted more. So much fucking more—her nails ripping the skin off his shoulders, her voice reaching an octave it shouldn’t be able to hit as she cried out his name.

  Gripping his control with two hands, he pumped slowly at first, allowing her wetness to coat his dick completely, gliding in and out with ease. Her whimpers and moans were only causing him to swell more.

  Sweat gathered and dripped down his head and spine from the amount of effort it took him to not shoot his full load as deep as he could within her.

  Her internal muscles flexed around him, and he lost it. All he could focus on was marking this pussy as his, so no one else would touch it, so all of this belonged to no one but him.

  Flesh against flesh, harsh breathing, and the scent of their sweat and sex made his body burn and he needed more. Shoving his hips faster, he didn’t loosen his hold on her. His Dove felt like heaven pressed up against him. He dug his fingers into her, making their physical connection all that closer and he loved she didn’t fight him on it. Her head tucked to his chest and her soft curls brushed against him, egging him on.

  Fuck, he wanted to see her hair bouncing as he took her hard and fast. Or as she rode his dick. She moved her hands down to grasp his ass, the bite of her nails with each forward thrust spurring him.

  “Come on my cock, Dove. I’m not busting this nut until you come all over my dick. Again.”

  She turned her face and sucked his nipple into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth. His body bucked and he groaned in a savage way that no other had been able to drag from him.

  “Fuck!” he barked.

  His woman was going to come first. A rule he almost broke but managed to hold on to. Barely. The pulsing of her pussy yanked him over and he fell, surrendering to her lead. Within her, his cock jetted spurts until he was spent. Completely.

  After he’d found some breath, he remained deep inside her but carried her out of the garage and into the dark of his safe house. He knew the floorplan and could run it in the dark, so there wasn’t any fear of tripping on anything.

  It was a modest two-bedroom rambler, and he bypassed the first bedroom, even though it was closer, and headed to the farther one in the back. That was where he crashed when he needed to stop being an undercover asshole and just sleep without the fear of waking up with a bullet taking the A-train to his head. Or a knife to the chest.

  Right now, he was utilizing the security to spend time with his woman. Yes, she was his, had been since he’d watched her take down two of Pa
ul’s crew, smooth and easy like. A woman he planned to keep come hell or high water.

  Jager didn’t bother turning on the light. He didn’t need it, knowing where the bed was in his room. Once there, he placed her down and followed her to the mattress, covering her body with his own.

  Her curves molded into him and he didn’t believe he’d ever felt anything so perfect. He ran his hands up along her figure until his fingers delved into her kinky curls, a mix of some tight and some loose. He was utterly fascinated by them.

  Again once hard, he drove within her. Her supple form beneath him, working with, not against, as they slowly climbed that mountain together once more. Then they collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

  He woke when she tried to slip from his embrace. They were facing each other, and his arms sat banded around her. One of his legs, shoved between hers, anchored her to him. That was how he wanted it.

  “Where are you trying to sneak off to, Dove?”

  Her breathing didn’t change, and he knew she wasn’t panicking. That was good, but was she used to sneaking out of bed in the morning? He pushed that thought away—her past was her past. So long as she realized who her present and future was, he would find a way to look beyond the fact that someone else had enjoyed her as he had.

  “Bathroom. Not sure about you, but that’s a sport I’m not into.”

  He smiled and held her tighter. “Coming back?”

  “It’s barely past the ass crack of dawn. I’m still healing and I could use more sleep. Wasn’t planning on leaving you stranded this time.”

  He loosened his grip and watched her. She didn’t hold his gaze long but swung out of bed and put her hands up in a silent question.

  “Second door to your right up the hall.”

  Fuck, she is stunning. Even with the bandage from her gunshot wound, this woman was incredible. Toned muscles, curves for days, and enough attitude made him step back and reconsider whatever it was he thought he might want to do to or with her.

  Her hair stopped short of her shoulders, framing that heart-shaped face. She was incredible with her high breasts, small waist and the perfect hips for holding as he fucked her. And that goddamn landing strip. It beckoned to him. He refused to look away as she walked out, training his gaze on her firm ass and those impressive legs.

  Flopping back, he draped his forearm over his eyes. He’d just jumped into so much of a shit creek it wasn’t funny. After hearing the water running, he waited and finally moved his arm to find her walking back into the room. Thankfully, as naked as she’d been when she went out.

  His cock stirred, and her lips turned up when she watched the sheet rise. He pulled it back and patted the bed beside him. Hips swaying in a natural way, she approached and slipped in, offering up no resistance when he pulled her close.

  She splayed a hand over his chest and rested her cheek on his heart. Flipping not just the sheet over them, but also the blanket, he burrowed his nose into her hair. She gave a soft, sexy sigh and was back asleep in moments.

  Jager lay there, listening to her deep, even breathing as he continued to hold her close. He wasn’t missing out on this and he wasn’t sure how long they had—he was on board with forever, but he didn’t know and was going to take every advantage of having her as close as he could.

  He dozed in small spurts but woke each and every time she shifted. Once or twice, she whimpered in pain, and he readjusted so there was less pressure on her side. It ended up being him on his back and her sleeping on his chest, legs between his and her pussy aligned perfectly to his dick.

  Which once again was ready to slip inside her.

  “Going to tell me what the hell I’ve gotten involved in? Aside from the robbery, grand theft auto, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted murder?”

  The question fell before he registered that she’d awoken once more. Thanking whatever god was listening that she’d not moved away from him, he gripped her hips and bucked slightly into her. His cock glided without restriction through the dampness above it.

  “You need more than that?”

  “Less, actually, and we’re not fucking again until I get some answers, so you control that snake down there, Jager or I’m climbing off.”

  Smacking both hands on her ass, he shook his head. “Stay. And you can’t blame my cock. It’s addicted to your pussy. So am I, and after this, I get to taste it.”

  She didn’t even look at him, just hummed her agreement and settled back into his chest. She pushed her hands up under his shoulders and held him as he did her.

  “I can’t tell you much more than that. You’ve seen all I have.”

  “I also know a cop when I see one, and that’s you. All the way. You’re good at undercover and they probably don’t know, but there are signs.”

  Shit. Had he blown his cover?

  “How would you begin to know about such things?” He made sure his question was smooth and calm as he continued stroking the globes of her ass.

  “I can read people.”

  “What do you read about me, Dove?”

  “That you’re not the hard ass you show yourself to be. A biker and an alpha all the way around, but you’re soft on the inside.”

  He popped her once on the ass. “Are you saying I’m soft? Like a marshmallow?”

  Her laughter lifted his spirits. She shook her head even as she looked him in the eyes.

  “I wouldn’t say anything about you being soft like a marshmallow.” She ground her hips. “At all.”

  He bit back his groan and dug his fingers into her flesh once more.

  “I’m no cop, Dove. I’m not honorable, so don’t mistake me for a man who is.”

  He refused to let her believe he was a man who would take up the mantle of a knight in shining armor. That wasn’t him. Not anymore. He’d seen far too much shit, done too much, burned bridges that could never be rebuilt.

  But damn if he didn’t want to. For her.

  Chapter Seven

  He was lying. Staring straight at her and lying. That was one problem, and there were many more than just one here, but the big sign was that Xahara didn’t care. She trusted him, and even though it didn’t make any sense, her instincts hadn’t let her down yet.

  Lies were never good, but if she were right on her hunch, she could explain away the reason for his lying. Just because she fucked someone doesn’t in the slightest way mean she was entitled to their deepest, darkest secrets. At least not to her. She worked in a job where they lied to people all the time. If that was what it took to get the job done, then it was handled in the most expeditious manner. When deceit lined that route, it was what it was.

  When she had first become a cop, she’d watched and listened. Absorbed all she could, and being a woman, a black woman, she’d often been overlooked as if not even there. It pissed her off, but she’d learned that if she was part of the background until she needed to be seen or heard, she could be witness to things that other people didn’t ever have a chance to see or hear. And that even included being around the undercovers, in on things with other agencies, and she was fucking smart, which meant she had picked up on a lot.

  Then she had finally gotten accepted to SWAT. And learned so much more.

  Flicking her tongue first over her lips then his, she eagerly soaked up his moan, accompanied by a powerful thrust of his hips. The man had a way with his dick. Wielded it like a weapon and had turned her to mush. More than once.

  “I’m not sure why you’re lying to me and that’s fine. I won’t ask. We all have our secrets. But I need you to tell me what we’re up against.”

  He avoided her healing bullet wound and again curved one large, strong hand around her nape. A possessive move she was swiftly becoming a fan of, on a grand scale.

  In her male-dominated profession, she didn’t exactly feel small and feminine often. Sure, sexy underwear helped, but when she was rappelling down a fast rope or breaching a building with either her M4 in hand or her SIG, it didn’t matter if sh
e had on lace, silk or a fucking pair of cotton granny panties. All that meant was she could, and did do her job.

  But this man, with nothing more than a simple—yet it was so complicated at the same time—touch, had her feeling small and delicate. Like she didn’t have to take on the world alone. He was with her or he would do it for her.

  Sometimes she wanted to feel that way.

  “You said we.” His voice was low and raspy.

  She stared into those eyes of his, losing herself in the vast blue. His facial hair added to the gruff exterior she had become addicted to in the hours since she’d met him. Skimming over his features, she moved her gaze along the arm she could see and took a few moments to memorize the tattoos he had there.

  He was a work of art. Completely. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. No question. On his right wrist, she stared a bit longer at the bracelet and the torc there. They had meaning for him.

  And I want to know why.

  “I did. So let’s go shower, then we can talk.” She bit his lower lip before sucking it into her mouth in an attempt to soothe any pain she’d caused.

  His rumble had her smiling as she backed off his hard physique. After two more mind-blowing orgasms in the shower, they were dry, dressed and at the kitchen table eating.

  He’d worked up her appetite, but she settled for some toast and cereal. When she had to run, she didn’t want to be weighed down by a heavy breakfast. It was sad that she already knew there would be more running before this was over.

  Once it is, I’m taking a spa day.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  She ate a bite of her cereal. “How much I’m going to enjoy my spa day when this is over. Let some strong hands work out all my kinks.”

  Fire burned in his gaze.

  “I’ll work any kink you have, Dove.”

  Xahara smiled. “I said work out my kinks, not that I had some in that manner that strictly needed to be worked.”

  His smile was pure sin, and her pussy clenched with need.

  “I’m well aware of where my finger was in the shower. It won’t be long before my cock is there too.”