Inamorato

by Keira Michelle Telford

  Already teased to the point of sexual frenzy by her own imagination, she grabs him by the hips, yanks him toward her, and reaches for his belt.

  Locking eyes with him, “I want you inside me.”

  He didn’t think it was possible, but as those words leave her lips, he gains what feels like half an inch. He suddenly becomes aware of how restrictive his clothing is, and he hurries to unfasten his jeans. As he frees himself, he watches Ella’s reaction.

  Her eyes widen lasciviously, lusting after his anatomy so powerfully that he struggles to control himself. Her sheer white panties—the only barrier left between them—are visibly damp, and he’s about to tear them off when …

  There’s a knock at the window.

  He sits motionless, his fingers hooked around the hem of her panties, his raging cock throbbing between his legs, a tiny drop of anticipation forming on the tip.

  He frowns at her. “Who the fuck is that?”

  “El bum, are you in there?”

  Shit.

  It’s Luka.

  Alex turns frosty. “What’s he doing here?!”

  Ella covers her face with her hands, trying to breathe normally, utterly hating her life at this moment.

  “He’s been coming to my window like this since we were kids. Let me get rid of him.”

  She ushers Alex into the walk-in closet, pulls down her tank top, straightens her undies, then throws back the drapes and opens the window a crack.

  “What do you want?” she snaps at Luka.

  “Can I come in?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?” He spots Alex’s t-shirt lying crumpled up by the bed. “Do you have someone here?”

  “That’s got nothing to do with you.”

  Luka tries to barge his way in, but Ella holds him back.

  “Stop it, Luka.”

  “Who’s in your room?”

  “Do you really think I have to answer that? What do you want?” She can smell alcohol on him. “Are you drunk?”

  As Luka steadies himself against the window ledge, he knocks over an empty bottle of New World whiskey by his feet.

  “Christ, Luka.” Ella slaps her palm against her forehead. “Go home.”

  “I want a kiss.”

  “I already let you kiss me once, remember? And my man was less than pleased about it.”

  “He was there?” Luka frowns.

  “Yes.” Nodding.

  “A Hunter?”

  More nodding.

  “I quit the Division.” He jabs a finger at his own chest. “Is he prepared to do that?”

  “He’s prepared to do whatever it takes.” Ella shoves him away from the window. “And in a minute, he’s gonna come out here and kick your ass. So get lost.”

  Confident that he’s got the hint, she slams the window shut and draws the drapes. As she turns back into the room, Alex steps out of the closet.

  “He’s a persistent little shit, isn’t he?”

  “He’s been trying to get inside my pants for years, but he’s harmless.”

  She glances down Alex’s body. His jeans are on, but unzipped, and she can see that he’s lost all trace of arousal.

  She steps up to him and runs her hands over his shoulders. “I’m not an idiot. I can see how much this hurts you.” She kisses his neck. “Is there anything I can do to get you back in the mood you were in a few minutes ago?”

  She kisses his shoulders, his chest …

  “I’ll do anything,” she mumbles, kissing his stomach.

  She makes her way lower until she’s on her knees in front of him. She tugs his jeans down just enough to pull him out, and she’s intent on making him happy again.

  She runs her tongue along the underside of his cock and kisses the tip, and he soon begins to swell again. Pleased that his body is still willing, she takes him in her mouth and works him till he’s hard enough to perform for her.

  He’d be content to let her continue, but she wants more. For the second time, she lies down on the bed. And this time, she slips off her undies.

  “No more foreplay.” She flings them at him. “Just fuck me.”

  She lies back and waits, her legs spread. Alex lets his eyes drop south, toward the glistening, pink skin between her thighs, and clambers onto the bed with her.

  Stripping naked, he kneels before her and rubs the tip of his cock against her core. He wants to see that look in her eyes again—the one she gave him earlier. He wants to see her beg for it.

  “Why are you teasing me?” she whines, spreading her legs wider. “Just give it to me.”

  Desire overtakes him.

  He does just that.

  She’s so wet, and he slides all the way inside her without using hardly any force at all. He fills her completely, and he’s ready to give her exactly what she wants. He pins her arms above her head and thrusts himself against her, hard and deep.

  She wants to cry out.

  She holds it back.

  He repeats the motion, withdrawing from her almost completely before slamming back inside her with as much force as his injured hip will allow.

  On the third stroke, he leans over and smothers her moan with a kiss. Preparing to change the rhythm of his thrust, he stops suddenly.

  From the room next door, there’s a thud.

  Thud.

  Thud.

  Thud.

  A headboard bashing against the wall.

  Maydevine and Veva have begun having sex, but Ella encourages Alex to continue regardless.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleads.

  He’s about to carry on, but then …

  The moaning starts.

  His arousal withers slightly inside her.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispers, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I can’t do this.”

  He pulls out of her and reaches for his clothes. As he puts on his jeans, a crease of pain furrows his brow. “I can’t take much more of this. My body is screaming at me right now.”

  Ella sighs and fumbles for her clothes as well. “I give up.”

  “Are you angry?”

  She shakes her head. “Of course not. I’m just disappointed, that’s all.” She sits on the edge of the bed, resting her head against the bedpost. “I wanted this night to be special.”

  Alex sits down beside her. “The night isn’t over yet.”

  “No, but they’re going to be at this till daybreak.”

  “I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”

  “Am I? I grew up with this shit.”

  “How long have they been sleeping together?”

  “This bout? Five years. They hooked up again when Veva was pregnant with her eldest.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “The baby was a week overdue and she wanted to give it a wakeup call. It was pretty much a mercy fuck.”

  The moaning gets louder.

  At least one of them is about to reach climax.

  Maybe both of them.

  Ella winces. “Do you wanna go outside?”

  “It’s freezing out there.”

  “There’s some camping equipment in the garage. We could pitch a tent, hook up a space heater, and use the covers and pillows off my bed. Whaddya think?”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Pitching a Tent

  Thirty minutes later, Ella and Alex have a tent pitched in the backyard and they’re snuggled up in blankets and Ella’s duvet. A space heater pumps warmth into the frigid air around them, and Ella sets a flashlight down above their heads so that they have light.

  “This isn’t so bad.” She fluffs her pillow. “It’s toasty under the blankets.”

  Alex fidgets uncomfortably. “I think I’m lying on a rock.”

  Ella moves over a few inches. “Come this way.”

  He scoots up to her, their naked bodies now pressed against each other.

  “First, you trick me into taking my clothes off. Now, you’re conveniently lying on the only comfortable patch of lawn. I’m sensing a c
onspiracy.”

  “It wasn’t a trick. Lying naked with someone is the best way to preserve body heat. I learned that somewhere.”

  “I know what you’re trying to do,” he whispers, putting his arm around her.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “You’re trying to get me back in the mood.”

  “Is it working?”

  Facing her, Alex holds his body against her and she feels him harden.

  “The most beautiful girl in the world is lying naked in my arms.” He kisses her. “How could it not work?”

  “Do you want to try again?”

  More kisses.

  “Third time lucky.”

  He lifts her leg over his hip, grabs her ass and angles himself inside her.

  She whimpers.

  Keeping his lips over hers to smother her moans, he starts moving inside her. Surprisingly, despite lying on the hard ground, and despite the cold, his hip gives him very little discomfort. Spurred on by that, he adjusts their position. Kneeling between her legs, he enters her again.

  And again.

  And again.

  And back in the house, Maydevine gets up to get a glass of water.

  Thanks to the flashlight left on by Ella, he gets to see a perfect silhouette of their fucking bodies cast onto the side of the tent.

  He covers his eyes with his hand. “Geez!”

  *************************

  Morning comes.

  While Ella showers, Alex enjoys a cigarette in the backyard. He’s tired and sore from last night. Partially because he slept on the ground, and partially because he spent almost the entire night between Ella’s legs.

  Just like the last time they spent the night together, he’d given her everything. When he was finally empty, she’d fallen asleep on his chest.

  He feels like he could sleep for a week, but he’s not going to get to rest his eyes even for a minute. Not yet. After Maydevine says his goodbyes to Veva and the children, he seeks Alex out and joins him at the table on the patio.

  “How did you sleep?”

  Alex stretches his back. “Surprisingly well.”

  “It’s funny how a little bit of gentle exercise before bed can really help to relax you, eh?” Maydevine lights up a cigarette.

  Alex breaks eye contact. For one thing, some of what he and Ella did last night was far from gentle. For another, he feels as though he’s about to be chastised again.

  “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to take advantage of your hospitality.”

  “I’m not here to tell you off.”

  “It won’t happen again, sir.”

  “I’ve heard that one before.”

  “I know what I have to do.”

  “Do you? Be very careful now, my boy. You’re not the first man to get swept up in the allure of a woman, and you certainly won’t be the last. Believe me, I know how hard it is to deny your heart and keep your distance, but there are always consequences to our weaknesses. Do you understand me? And the consequences facing you could be dire.”

  “If we got caught, I’d be dishonorably discharged from the Hunter Division. I already know that. I’d be placed on the sex offenders registry, and I’d never be able to work again because no-one would ever hire me. I get it.”

  “Given your family history, I’m afraid it could be worse than that. Getting caught sleeping with a student will get you placed on the sex offenders registry—that goes without saying. But if the Health and Wellness Council were to get involved because of your heritage, then the punishment could be much more severe.”

  “They can’t punish me for the sins of my father.”

  “No, but they can—and most certainly will—take proactive measures if they think you’re in danger of becoming your father. They can make life very difficult for you, if not impossible. They could prevent you from ever marrying Ella for a start.”

  “How?”

  “If they deem you a sexual deviant and unfit to reproduce, they could have you sterilized.”

  Alex shrugs. “So what? Ella’s a Hunter. Vasectomy or not, the threat of children is pretty well neutralized from the outset.”

  “That’s not the point. Plenty of women leave the Division in order to bear children for their men, and in the Council’s eyes, Ella’s no different. Hunter or not, she’s considered a healthy, fertile female of prime breeding age, and as such, a sterilized man would never be able to marry her. Are you starting to see how this works now? Moreover, since you’d be a registered sex offender with a family history of such, it’d be well within their legal capacity to castrate you.”

  “Fucking hell.” Alex drops his head into his hands.

  “The future’s not looking so bright all of a sudden, is it? They’d be seeking not only to prevent you from passing on the defective genes of a sexual deviant to another generation, but also to prevent you from corrupting anymore nubile, young Academy girls. No more sex for you. Ever. Not with Ella, not with anyone.”

  “I really don’t have a choice, then.”

  “No, you don’t. She doesn’t graduate for another five months, and you couldn’t even go one night without slipping it to her.”

  “I understand, sir. I’ll hand in my letter of resignation after the holidays.”

  “What? Are you out of your mind?”

  “I’m admitting defeat, okay? Just like you wanted me to do from the very beginning. I can’t keep my hands off her. I don’t want to keep my hands off her. I can’t do this for another five goddamn months. It’ll kill me.”

  “Why are young people always so melodramatic?”

  Alex ignores that. “If I quit now—if I quit the Hunter Division, and forget about applying for a transfer into the Police Division—I can be the man she needs me to be.” He crushes the butt of his cigarette. “For god’s sake, I don’t want her to be my secret booty call. I want her to be my wife.”

  “It’s taken you long enough to come out and say that.”

  “I’m so deeply in love with your daughter, sir. I don’t care about the Division. I want to be with her more than you could possibly know.”

  “I don’t doubt it, but you’re not quitting the Division.”

  “Excuse me? This is what you wanted! This is the very thing you feared I wouldn’t have the balls to do when the time came, and now, ironically, I’m doing it to literally save my balls.”

  “Shut up and listen. She spent one day apart from you and she got herself a two-week suspension. I don’t know what the fuck it is you do to her, but I like the effect it has on her. I don’t want her out of your sight ever again.”

  Alex glares at him. “What the hell do you want from me?!? You just gave me a cute little speech about all the risks I’m facing by cavorting around behind the Academy’s back with your daughter, and now you’re telling me you won’t accept my resignation?!”

  “When you return to work, you’ll take a voluntary demotion. You’ll work alongside her, and you’ll do your best to keep her safe for me. Are we clear?”

  “But, sir—”

  “There are no buts. You will damn well do as I say.”

  “And when she receives a promotion to Commander—which we both know she will—what happens to me then?”

  “When that happens—and not a day before—I’ll accept your resignation and we’ll affect your immediate transfer into the Police Division.”

  Alex stews on that. “And what am I to do for the next five months? Just keep on pretending I don’t have these feelings for her? You want me to keep on lying to the Academy? Do you have any idea what it’s like to want something you can’t have?”

  That was a stupid thing to say.

  Everyone suspects that Maydevine was bedding Ella’s mother when she was already married to Jonathan Cross.

  “You’re preaching to the fucking choir,” Maydevine growls at him.

  “So tell me what you expect me to do!” Alex thumps his fist down against the tabletop.

  Maydevine reaches into his pocket
and slaps something down onto the table in front of him.

  A keycard.

  “Do you know what this is?”

  “It’s a keycard for the Ark.”

  “You’re a smart boy. If you were to get your hands on one of these, and were able to make a copy of it, I’m sure you’d have no trouble hacking your way into the Ark. Are we on the same page? If you can’t keep it in your pants for the next few months, you’d damn well better keep it off the radar.”

  Alex mulls that over. “The Ark disrupts the GPS trackers in our tags,” he guesses.

  “If no-one sees you come or go, no-one will know you were even there. And with your computer skills, it’d be a piece of cake to manipulate the camera surveillance system. Heck, if you really wanted to, you could probably find a way to jam your tag signals without even using the Ark. You and I both know you have a gift when it comes to that sort of thing.”

  Alex inspects the key card. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Doing what?”

  “Making me break the law.”

  “Because I know how much you love my daughter. I’ve seen it in your eyes for a long time, and I know that you’d protect her with your life if you had to. Nobody else in the Division would do that, and I want to do everything within my power to keep her safe on the line. In return, I will also do everything I can to protect you.”

  “Like what?”

  “I’ll be your alibi.” He takes a puff of the cigarette. “Make her your teacher’s aide. That’ll excuse some of the extra time you spend together. You might even get away with occasional home visits, but don’t push it. The Fringe District is a free for all, but I’m sure you’ve already figured that out. If you want to see her here, you can only do it when I’m home. I know that’s not ideal, but since I’ll be your cover story, there’s no way around it. I don’t give a fuck if you sneak into her room in the middle of the night without me knowing, just as long as I’m in the building. And don’t overdo it. I can only invent so many reasons to call you over here when you’re off-duty.”

  “And the Ark?”

  “If anyone sees you, I’ll say I sent you there for something.”

  “What could you possibly need from the Ark?”

  “Omega keeps all sorts of things down there.” Maydevine seems unconcerned about the details. “Contraband, originals of all the Old World weapons we make our modern replicas from, a bunch of Old World tech that we haven’t found applications for yet. For someone like you, it’d be a goldmine. I could be sending you—a gifted engineer—down there to conduct research for new Hunter Division weaponry. That’d be well within my rights.”