by Jen Talty
He yanked her head off him with more force than intended, but she didn’t seem to mind as she licked her lips.
“We better turn the TV on because you are not going to be able to be quiet and I’m not covering your mouth.”
She twisted her body, grabbing something from the nightstand and pointing in the direction of the television. Immediately, more light flickered against the curve of her sweet ass. He had no idea what show was on, or who was talking…nor did he care. He dropped to his knees, grabbing her by the legs, and spreading her wide.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She cupped his face. “Look up here, sailor, and say that again.”
He laughed, pressing his finger on her swollen nub. “I’m not a sailor and you call me that again and I won’t do this.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “Or this.” He bent over, licking her. She tasted like coconut milk and her moans sent his blood boiling.
Her fingers massaged his scalp, coaxing him deeper inside her. “Yes…Logan…” Her words were more like deep breaths. She grabbed his free hand, bringing it to her hard nipple. “God…yes.”
He pinched and twisted while she wiggled against his mouth and fingers as he refused to go too deep or too intense. He wanted to tease her. Bring her close, but not over the edge. He wanted her to beg him to make her cum. Pulling his head back, he watched his fingers disappear inside her before he slid them out, inserting a third…then fourth finger. She grinded her hips against his hand desperately.
“Please…Logan…oh…God…” She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him toward her. He smiled, knowing the moment he darted his tongue out and licked her she’d convulse, spilling her orgasm over his fingers.
And she didn’t disappoint him as he took her swollen nub in his mouth and sucked hard while he rammed his fingers deep inside. Her body rocked and quivered as she pushed his head away, clasping her legs together, showing off those damned fuck me pumps laced to her feet while she cried out his name.
He kissed her ankles as he slowly removed her shoes. “I have a crazy question.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” she asked in a throaty pant.
“Do you have a condom? Because if you don’t we’re both going to be very disappointed.”
She rolled away, leaping off the bed. The perspiration beading on her sexually drenched body glimmered in the moon light.
He laid down and watched her walk across the room, her hips swayed and her bare ass caught the light from the bathroom in a perfect silhouette. “Are you really going to leave me hanging here?”
She laughed. “I stole a condom from my brother this morning.”
“I think that’s kind of gross and hot at the same time.”
She disappeared, only to return and lean against the door jamb, her hip jaunting away from the frame with a small package in her hand. Her naked body drenched with sex. “I only took one because I wasn’t sure you’d ever take me up on my offer.”
“I’m going to hell AND I’m going to lose my job.” He adjusted himself to the middle of her bed. “Get your ass over here. I intend to make you cum again.”
“You better.” She climbed onto the bed, then ripped open the condom, rolling it over him while he hissed and cussed. Her fingers glided over his balls before she straddled him, taking all of him inside her in one slow luxurious stroke.
“You’re so hot.” He gripped her hips, grinding her against him in a slow, but rhythmic motion.
Her hands pressed against his chest as she rode him, keeping things methodical until he rose up and sucked one of her nipples inside his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. His hand reaching between them, fingers rubbing her swollen nub.
“Oh…God. Logan…yes…”
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered against her breast, his fingers rubbing her in a hard-circular motion until she squeezed around the length of him, her body quivering and jolting on top of him.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Say my name.”
“Logan…oh…Logan.” She jerked again. “Logan!”
He flipped her on her back, ramming himself deep inside her over and over again, her insides tightened around him. He buried his face in her neck. A guttural groan echoed across the room. He slammed himself one last time before letting his full weight fall on top of her.
She welcomed him by wrapping her legs around his waist and they grinded slowly against one another until their breathing had returned to something that could be considered normal.
Logan rolled off, keeping her close and her head tucked neatly under his arm and against his chest.
“I think we have a problem,” he whispered.
“What’s that?”
“It’s not out of my system and we just might have to that again in the near future.”
“I won’t say no.”
He laughed. His fingers slowly glided up and down her back, her arms and legs draped over his body. The scent of sex filled the room.
Letting his eyelids drop, he relaxed into her king size bed, allowing himself a few minutes of shut-eye before he relieved his brother from guard duty. Twenty-minutes later, he reluctantly slipped from Mia’s bed, covering up her naked body with her soft sheets. He hiked up his jeans and looked for his shirt, which he thought he’d tossed near the closet, but it was nowhere to be found.
His phone buzzed and Dylan’s number flashed across the screen.
“What’s up,” Logan whispered, still searching for his T-Shirt.
“We’ve got company.”
Logan stiffened his back. “What kind of company?”
“I don’t think it’s the friendly kind,” Dylan said. “There is a car parked down the road and right now I’m watching a guy wearing all black walking around the intercostal side of the fence between the south side of the pool and the outdoor grill area.”
“I’m on my way.” Logan gave up on his shirt and belt as he quickly left Mia’s bedroom, racing down the long hallway, only stopping to get his weapon.
Once outside, he eyed Dylan, who sat on top of the pool house and pointed, then made a climbing gesture.
Logan looked up at the tall tree with low swinging branches. He looked over his shoulder, checking the angle of the camera.
Not wanting whoever this person was to make it onto the Vanderlin property, Logan signaled his brother, then took off running. If he’d put his shoes on, he might have been able to do the run in less than three minutes, but since that wasn’t the case, he just hoped he didn’t step on anything that might cause bodily harm.
By the time he rounded the corner, the person climbing the tree had dropped to the ground outside the fence and took off toward the road.
Slowing for a second, Logan looked to the roof of the pool house where his brother made a motion, indicating the intruder had tossed something into the yard. His heart pounded and his lungs burned as he picked the pace up, hauling ass, but whoever he chased, seemed to be a world class sprinter as he heard the roar of an engine.
By the time his feet hit the main road, the car disappeared in the night.
“Fuck,” he muttered as jogged back to the main house where he met his brother near the pool area. “Please tell me you got a plate number?”
“I did.” Dylan nodded. “Already have one of Nick’s buddies running it.”
“So, what did the asshole toss over the fence?”
Dylan pointed to a manila legal sized envelope. “Interesting way to send mail.”
“It’s addressed to Mia.” Logan knelt, carefully lifting the envelope by the corners. “Let’s open it and see what we’ve got.” The package weighed next to nothing. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing…or a bad thing.
He set it down on the picnic table near the pool where dim lights helped him see better. He twisted the metal tabs and pulled back the unsealed flap before giving it a little shake. A piece of paper slipped out. “That’s weird.” He sat down, his brother looking over his shoulder and read the words on the page.
Mia,
This will appear in all major newspapers across the country in the next couple of days. Every news channel will pick up the story. This is what happens when you’re so arrogant you get sloppy.
Is Mia Vanderlin a fraud, a criminal, AND a traitor?
An independent cyber company recently looked into the allegations that DANA Corp had been hacked by an underground organization called STEALTH while Miss Vanderlin was doing a cyber security check. However, the new company, which at this time would like to remain anonymous, uncovered that Mia not only fabricated the attack, making it look like STEALTH, but also stole top secret information, which is still missing at this time. The CIA is looking into the new information provided by the independent company as well as questioning a group of hackers claiming they worked for Mia and her brother.
Raisin was here…
“Who is Raisin?” Dylan asked.
“A mother fucker who is going to wish they hadn’t fucked with my girlfriend.”
CHAPTER 9
MIA STARED INTO HER mug of coffee, the steam floating into the air. She inhaled sharply, taking in the bitter smell mixed with a dash of fresh almonds. Her father sat directly across from her and Logan leaned against the kitchen sink.”
“I feel better that we’re not dealing with STEALTH.” Logan pulled out the chair at the end of the table and sat down.
“I honestly don’t see how that’s any better,” her father said.
Logan sipped his coffee. “With that organization, there were so many other factors, including a very real possibility of physical harm.”
“You don’t know that this Raisin or whoever doesn’t want to hurt my baby girl.” Her father leaned back in his chair and glared at Logan.
“You’re right. I don’t. That said, we’re dealing with a very different beast with different motivations and it seems Raisin is out to destroy Mia’s reputation and—”
“A different kind of bodily harm.” She shivered, sloshing some of her coffee on her hands. “I did move information to a server outside DANA Corp, which could be considered a federal crime landing my ass in prison.”
Logan reached across the table and took her hand. “I’m not going to let that happen.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, son.” Her father leaned forward, pressing his hands on the table.
Logan continued to hold her hand and either her father was oblivious, or choose to ignore. She doubted the later.
“I’ve spent the last six years in Special Forces. All the people I work with today are ex-Special Forces. We know some interesting people in high places and I’m calling in every favor I’ve got. I’m going to do what I was trained to do and that’s find the threat and eliminate it.”
She shivered again and he squeezed her hand.
“But you can’t guarantee anything, can you?”
“I can guarantee I will die trying.”
Her father cracked a smile as he stood. “That, I believe.” Her father turned and left the kitchen.
Logan dropped his head to the table with a thud. “Even after our talk yesterday, he still terrifies me.”
“What kind of talk?” She ran her hand up and down his strong muscled back.
“A weird one where he liked me.” He sat up, still holding her hand.
“He does like you.” She smiled as warmth spread across her body. “My mom said he called the Omega Team, knowing you worked there and specifically asked for you.”
“Seriously?” Logan arched a brow.
She nodded.
Buzzzzzzz
“It’s Nick,” Logan said, tapping his phone and putting it on speaker.
“Whatcha you got for me?”
“The car that was at the house last night is registered to an Oscar Hiller.”
“Does that sound familiar?” Logan asked Mia.
She glanced toward the ceiling, rolling the name around in her brain. “I don’t think so, but maybe Markus knows him.”
“Not necessary to ask,” Nick said. “Dylan graduated with him and guess who he’s dating?”
“Bonnie,” Logan said, leaning back in his chair. “Where is she now?”
“At the office. Dylan is watching. He’ll let you know if she’s on the move. I’ve got the boyfriend.”
Mia’s mind raced with a million possibilities. By the way Logan eyed her, he was going down the same rabbit hole.
“Any news on finding Rock or his ex?” he asked.
“Not yet,” Nick said.
“I’ll find Rock.” For the first time since this shit storm began, Mia’s fingers itched to touch a keyboard.
“How are you going to do that?” Logan asked.
“If William Rockmann is indeed Raisin, then I’m calling him out, publically. If not, the real Raisin is going to show his ugly head.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, wishing she had a ponytail holder.
“I’m not sure I want you firing up your system.” Logan tilted his head, rubbing his scruffy face. “Why don’t we have Markus—”
“I’m going to need his help.” Mia squirmed in her seat like a kid, her mind flowing like a set of perfectly running code, in search of bits of data. “But the only way this is going to work is if I come out and play.”
“She’s right,” Nick’s voice echoed through the air.
“All right. Talk soon.” Logan tapped the phone, ending the call. “I want to know the entire plan, how you and Markus are doing this, and I want my IT person involved.”
“Agreed.” She smiled. “We’re going to get this bastard.”
“Logan Michael Sarich,” his mother yelled.
He closed his eyes. “Those three words are worse than your father’s deadly stares,” he whispered. “In the kitchen!”
“For a macho guy, you’re kind of girly.” He’d always been a bit of an oxymoron, with his tough alpha exterior, but inside he was sweet and kind and sometimes reminded her of an innocent little boy.
He growled just as his mother stormed into the kitchen holding a belt and a white T-Shirt.
“Oh, hi Mia,” his mother said.
Heat exploded from her belly and rose to her cheeks. She wanted to crawl under the table. “Hi, Mrs. Sarich,” she said, trying to hide behind her coffee.
“Hi Mom,” Logan said pointing his finger at the shirt. “Thanks?”
“Good grief. You two are grown adults.” His mother slammed his clothing on the table. “But seriously, do you have no understanding of being discrete?”
“She did tell you that you didn’t have to clean—”
“Don’t go there Logan Michael.” His mother turned on her heels and stormed off much the same way she came in.
“So, was I worth it?” Mia rubbed her foot against his calf.
“Hell yeah.”
“Then kiss me a proper good morning so I can get to work and catch Rock, Raisin or whoever the fuck has been messing with me.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Stop talking and start kissing.”
“I must have a death wish.” He pushed back his chair, yanking her from hers and into his arms.
Her body pressed against his hard chest. Her nipples tingled and her body ached. She licked her lips in anticipation.
“I don’t think I will ever be able to get you out of my system,” he whispered before his lips brushed against hers.
She moaned, closing her eyes, wanting more and more. His tongue swirled her mouth with as much power as his arms lifted her toes from the ground. Resisting the urge to lift her legs around his hard body, she patted his shoulder. “When this is over, we need to talk.”
“You just told me to shut-up.” He squeezed her bottom and winked before his face turned serious. “What have you done to me Mia Vanderlin?”
CHAPTER 10
“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT to go in there with me?” Logan pointed to his mother’s office building, staring at Dylan. “I imagine you don’t want to see her ever again.”
“I want to tell mom so she’ll fire the little hussy.”
“I’m the one who took the picture of my hard-on and sent it to her. It’s called sexting. You should try it sometime.”
Logan paused, turning his head. “Please don’t tell me you still do that shit, cuz it will get you a boat load—”
“Relax.” Dylan slapped Logan on the back. “I understand the word ‘discretion’ unlike someone else I know who leaves their clothes behind.” Dylan flashed a grin.
“How’d you know that?” Logan picked up the pace.
“Mom called and wanted to know what I knew. While she acted all embarrassed, secretly she’s got you and Mia with a baby carriage.”
Logan waited for the frustration to bubble to the surface. He understood why his mother wanted marriage and babies for her boys. Logan wasn’t opposed to either, but he’d have to be in love and that concept had eluded him. He stopped dead in his tracks, scratching the back of his head.
Mia. Love. No. Maybe?
“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked.
“Nothing.” Logan’s pulse skyrocketed. A thin layer of sweat beaded across the palms of his hands like it had done the first time he’d kissed Mia.
I’m in love with Mia.
The corners of his mouth tipped upward. “Huh.”
“What?” Dylan questioned.
Logan drew his hand over his mouth, wiping the grin off his face. “Let’s go see what Bonnie really knows.” He ignored his little brother’s puzzled expression and marched forward, the restlessness he’d felt his entire life evaporated and had been replaced with the exhilaration he’d been chasing since he could remember.
Pulling open the door, Logan regained his focus. He had a job to do. “Hello Bonnie,” he said.
The redhead jumped in her seat, tossing her text book to the ground. “Jesus, you scared me.”
“Sorry.” The front door closed and Dylan leaned against it. “How ya doing?”
“Fine,” Bonnie huffed out. “What do you want?”