“Sweetheart, please…if you don’t stop I’m not going to be able to either.”
Again she ignored him. She didn’t want him to stop. That was the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted all of him. She wanted to taste and swallow him. She wanted to be the reason he couldn’t hold back and spilled into her.
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to be able to stop…I can’t.”
If she wasn’t so fixated on what she was doing she might’ve stopped to smile triumphantly, but nothing could’ve slowed her pace right now.
His hands tensed on her head, his fingers almost digging into her. His thrusts into her slowed, and when she slid down on top of him once more his hips shot up and he shouted something that was incomprehensible.
When the first splash of his warm seed hit her tongue she was in heaven. She knew she wanted this, needed to take a part of him that came from something so intimate, but her appetite grew ravenous when she finally got that first taste. She braced herself with one of her arms and wrapped her other hand around him firmly. He spurted into her mouth violently as she continued to drink up his essence. Refusing to let any part of him go, she kept on, never releasing her mouth from him and continuing to slurp and suck every drop.
Moments later he was done. She could hear his breathing was hitched and rapid. After placing a few kisses to his now semi-hard erection she began gently brushing her mouth all over his abdomen. She was under his spell, soaking up every part of his body. With touches and kisses she wanted to memorize everything about him.
Abruptly she felt Nick’s hands reach under her arms and throw her down to his side. A second later he was hovering over her, his hand already touching her inner thigh and then finally his long fingers dipping inside her. She couldn’t help but whimper and bite her lower lip as her eyes closed. His touch was the only thing that could relieve her ache.
“Look at me.”
His voice was always deep and sexy, but now in this moment, he sounded different. His blue eyes were staring at her, pinning her in place. She couldn’t have moved from underneath him if she wanted to. He owned her. His leer claimed her and told her to do whatever he said.
She licked her lips, still relishing the scent and the taste of him. His fingers worked her, moving around inside and pressing against pleasure points she didn’t even know she had. He did though. He seemed to know everything that made her feel good. With every time he slid them in and out of her the sucking sound echoing in the room reminded her of what she had just done, which only heightened her arousal. She was so close to falling over the edge into oblivion.
Their eyes stayed on one another as he continued to tease her. That’s what he was doing, too, teasing her. She knew he was aware of it. Her clit was throbbing so painfully she widened her legs and moved her hips up and down, hoping to cause contact between her sensitized nub and one of his fingers as he slid them in and out over and over.
“Jesus, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked.
She closed her eyes at his question. His words washed over her and caused heat of a different kind to wrap around her heart. The way he spoke to her, the way he treated her made her feel so precious.
“I can’t believe it’s even possible so soon after, but…” He shook his head. “I want you.”
There was no time to question his intention. A second later she felt the enticing feel of his cock brush up against her pussy. He was no longer in a relaxed state. Instead he was hard and pushing past her lips in order to gain access to her sex.
God, he was unbelievable. She had no idea how he was able to be ready again, so soon. Nor did she care. He was a gift in more ways than one. It wasn’t just her heart that he took possession of. It was her body. On some level he had figured out the key to unlock every part of her.
She lifted her hips when he started to slide his head inside her entrance. The stretch he provided her gave her a burn which sent tingles of pleasure straight up to her womb. Despite the strain he put on her inner walls, she need more, needed to be completely filled by him.
Nick hissed out air when her body took charge and forced him deeper inside her. For a moment he closed his eyes and dropped his head back. She could see his tense jaw muscles working as he appeared to be fighting words which struggled to break free.
“Nick…” She bit her lower lip, unsure of what she was even going to say, just wanting to say his name as he took her.
There was a hunger in his eyes, one that she could relate to. Unlike the tenderness he had shown her before, she relished in the sensation as he began driving into her without hesitation. There was no reason for subtleties. She was on fire, her pussy was wet with desire for him, and together they melded together perfectly.
Her body shook with the mattress at his increasing thrusts. She dropped her head back for a moment and arched her back, but his hand brought her face back to stare at him. There was a tiny bead of sweat forming on his forehead, and she reached up to swipe at it with her thumb as she looked at him in a near trance, completely struck by what he was doing to her.
Suddenly she was jolted back to the here and now. She felt a hot bolt of lightning shoot through her as his finger flicked across her clit.
Friction.
She needed more friction. Everything felt like that moment right before the roller coaster plummets hundreds of feet to the bottom. Her stomach did somersaults as the inside of her body was flaring with tiny embers. In her quest for more heat, more roughness, she ground her body into his. The greedy action didn’t just meet his thrusts, but enhanced it.
She moaned when her plan worked. The one fierce graze of her turgid nub shot through her like a wildfire. She lifted her hips off the bed and found his finger again. The blaze spread. She rose her hips and found it again and again, each time shooting flames throughout her body. Without words she gave Nick a pleading look. He continued to leer at her, his eyes alive and storming with a force so strong it overwhelmed her.
He took his thumb and rubbed it against her swollen and aching clit while continuing to pump his cock deep inside her. The pleasure shot through her body in one fell swoop. She grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing her nipples and arching her back as the first wave of heat shot up her spine. His thumb flicked, then rubbed, flicked, then rubbed, over and over again for several glorious seconds until she felt the fire inside her explode.
She let out a guttural scream. Her entire body felt as if she was flying. Wetness spilled from her, coating his cock at the same time he bit out a curse. His hips shot into spasm as for the second time in mere minutes he lost himself in climax. For several moments their bodies pressed hard against one another’s as the sticky proof of their desire mixed between them, so much of it that it spilled out onto the sheets.
She opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them, and saw stars. Literal stars. Tiny little white lights were shooting around the outside of her vision as she watched Nick stare at her. The room was spinning, and she felt like she had just spent too long spinning around in circles.
Seconds or minutes passed before she felt her lightheadedness go away. Nick’s eyes were still locked on hers. She couldn’t find the words to ask what he was thinking. He looked so intense. She felt weak and overpowered by his eyes, which possessed her so easily.
Her heart was so full and completely lost to him. It was as if he owned her, not just her body but her soul. She wanted to say something to him, make him understand what she was feeling, but no words would escape past the lump in her throat.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, their eyes and bodies locked together with no sounds other than their breathing. Some time had passed when they heard a knock at the door.
“Dinner’s ready. You two coming out to eat?” Jack asked from the other side of the door.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” Nick answered.
Footsteps disappeared in the distance, and Nick bent his head down and kissed her forehead. It was a tender gesture.
One she hadn’t expected, but it intensified and confirmed what her heart was telling her. She was in love with him. Somehow in all the craziness that had happened, Nick Slater managed to knock down every wall she had built in a matter of days, and now she couldn’t imagine how she had ever lived without him.
“Let’s get some dinner, sweetheart,” he whispered before pulling out of her and getting off the bed.
She didn’t miss the way he winced when he pushed himself up. No matter how stubborn he was she was going to tend to his wound whether he liked it or not.
“Then after dinner I am taking a look at that stitch that tore. You’re going to take a hot shower, and you will let me do whatever I need to do to make sure it doesn’t get infected or worse. Understood?”
He smirked at her as he pulled on his jeans. “Is that an order, ma’am?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. His smile was deadly to women, she was sure of that. His arrogant little smirk where he cocked up one side of his mouth was too damn sexy to resist. “I’m afraid so, Commander.”
“I can think of far worse things than having a beautiful nursemaid tending to my wounds. So, I guess I’ll submit to your demands.” He winked.
They finished dressing and were about to leave the room when he quickly closed it and crushed her against the door. His hands framed her face, and he kissed her.
“You are amazing, AJ. I hate how I found you, but I can’t imagine not having you in my life, in my bed.”
He kissed her again and reached for the door handle, ushering her into the hall before she could even form a response. Not that anything she said would come close to describing how she felt. She was his. However he wanted her, for as long as he wanted her, she would enjoy every minute of Nick Slater that life gave her.
Chapter 30
They all sat around the living room eating their lasagna and going over their plan to draw out Broderick. The night proved to be a night of firsts on many levels. While this wasn’t an official U.S. Government operation, it was a mission just the same. Discussing the details of a mission wasn’t something he was used to doing with civilians, not to mention women civilians. He wasn’t a sexist pig, but he was a SEAL, after all. They didn’t operate with women. The fact of the matter was, though, these women had to be aware of every aspect of what was going on. If something were to go wrong they needed to be prepared and know what to do to protect themselves and get out of there.
He felt a pang of remorse for Jack. He was the one who was the driving force behind making sure that son of a bitch paid for what he did. This fact alone made the revenge plot against them that much more personal. With him having a wife to worry about that would be enough for most men to deal with, but it was obvious his and Tamara’s thoughts were on JJ, their son.
In war and in life there were no guarantees. It was important to have a contingency plan when missions didn’t end with them riding off on a unicorn to the land of rainbows. He didn’t miss the tension in the room when Rex explained to each of the women where they would go to pick up funds and the other things they would need to start their lives over. He forced himself to look away from AJ when he saw the shock in her face at the prospect that it was a possibility. While Tamara, Shelby, and Chelsea were upset at the thought of their husbands not making it out of this alive, they also seemed stronger and understanding of the importance to be prepared if that was an option. AJ was different though. This was all new to her, and it killed him to think how scared she must be.
They discussed the arrangements over and over to make sure they all understood just how important it was. Tamara and Shelby seemed to be a rock for Chelsea, who seemed the most timid out of his three friends’ wives. He prayed that if something happened they would be there for AJ, too.
All that remained of the lasagna was a few traces of sauce and ricotta cheese. The platter that held the garlic bread looked like it had been licked clean. Living on the run wasn’t good for their appetite. The sandwiches, burgers, and fries didn’t hold a candle to a nice home-cooked lasagna. He knew it was a frozen one, but his stomach didn’t know the difference.
Looking around the room, he was impressed with the safe house Rex had arranged for them. He was surprised as hell though when Rex explained to them that it was on loner from an old teammate of theirs, Andrew Everest. After he left the teams he founded a private contracting company, Everest International. He considered leaving the teams before retirement a few times after having some attractive deals dangled in front of him by a couple of Everest’s recruiters.
The girls all retired to their bedrooms while they continued to go over the plan to draw out the mercenaries hired to take them out, and hopefully Broderick, too. Nothing could be left to chance. Every detail had to be memorized until they could carry it out in their sleep.
In the morning Rex would drive Adam to a rental car company to pick up the keys to an SUV they already reserved online, which was similar to the one they had before. He would then return to the hotel where they all stayed when they came to town to scatter his ashes. The thought still sent a chill up his spine that he sat here knowing just days earlier there was a military funeral complete with twenty-one guns in his honor. Adam would go straight to the front desk, not wanting to give whoever was watching a chance to catch him alone. He would check all of them out of their rooms and casually stroll back out to the SUV. Whoever was hired to take them out would have eyes in that hotel lobby.
Meanwhile Rex would already be back at their ’50s condemned shack. Hopefully, Jack and he would already be ready with the trip wires and have the weapons locked and loaded, ready to go. If not, Rex could help them finish. The girls would be tucked safely in the basement, and Rex had assured all of them that bullets couldn’t penetrate the floorboards and that the room was soundproof.
They had everything planned down to the last detail, but there was one thing that they couldn’t predict, and they had to leave it to chance. The hotel where Adam would be was a twenty minute drive. He was going to have to get out of there fast and watch his six at all times. None of their plan would work if he didn’t make it back here.
He didn’t miss Chelsea’s worry when they discussed the plan for the first time. Adam assured her, even promised her there was no way anything could go wrong. Nick knew his good friend lied to his wife. Adam’s trip back from the hotel was the only part of the plan they were crossing their fingers on and hoping all the pieces fell into place. They considered drawing the hit men out in other locations, but everywhere else held the possibility of innocent bystanders getting caught in the cross fire. This safe house was hidden away. There were no neighbors for at least a mile down the road. Regardless of wanting to make sure they made it out of this alive, they wouldn’t risk civilians for their own safety.
It was nearly midnight, and the four of them went over the details another dozen or so times. He felt confident they could do it with their eyes closed. There was nothing more to do but wait for the sun to rise and take action.
They all said good night and went to their bedrooms to be with their wives. Everyone except him. He went to join AJ. She wasn’t his wife. He didn’t know what she was. So much had happened in such a short time. When this was all over he would go with her to bury her father. He would hold her while she cried and kiss her tears away. Then they would have to talk. If someone had told him two weeks ago he would be in love with someone he’d just met he would have laughed them off. He did love her. It was a fact he couldn’t ignore.
He walked in the bedroom and quietly shut the door. The room was dark, and he saw her lying in the bed. He didn’t want to wake her, so he undressed and slid gently on the bed. He jumped when her hand reached over and touched his chest.
“You’re awake.”
“I waited for you. I couldn’t sleep.”
Her voice was so angelic it still kicked him in the gut every time he heard it.
“Why’s that? What’s wrong? Is it your dad?”
“No. I mean…o
f course I thought about him and worry about claiming his body at the cargo facility so he can be transferred to the cemetery, but that’s not…”
Her voice cracked, and he could hear her straining, trying not to cry.
“Hey now…shh…come here.” He pulled her into his arms. “Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.”
“Everything.” She started to cry but continued on. “You’re still recovering from being shot. I haven’t even looked at your stitches. You’re hurt…Nick, you’re hurt because someone wants you dead. Dead, Nick!”
His heart literally hurt. Her voice was shaky, and between that and her tears he could tell she was terrified.
“Listen to me, honey. I’m going to be okay. I’ve done missions twenty times more complicated than this with more obstacles in my way than what we’re contending with. We’re prepared. We’re luring them into a trap, not the other way around. I’ve got three of the best teammates I’ve ever worked with by my side. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to keep me from holding you like this tomorrow night.”
He knew it was a promise he shouldn’t be making. Hell, he could get hit by a car, electrocuted by a toaster, or even shot by a mercenary at any moment. When his time was up and it was ready for the conductor to punch his big ticket in the sky, it was his time. He just didn’t want her lying awake all night worried.
“I’m scared.”
“I know, sweetie. I know.” He kissed her and squeezed her in a tight embrace. “Just lie in my arms. It will be okay. I just found you. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
He lay awake listening to her breathing. It took her awhile to fall asleep, but when her heart stopped racing and steadied itself he knew she was finally resting soundly. He couldn’t force himself to sleep or even close his eyes. There was always a chance something could go wrong tomorrow. He wanted to enjoy the feel of her in his arms. He didn’t want to take a moment of it for granted.
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