by Loki Renard
“Why do women always hear the thing you definitely didn’t say?” Max shook his head.
“Lacey isn’t like that,” Brian frowned. “She’s usually very good at listening. Maybe she’s PMSing.”
“And the prize for the thing that will get a dildo thrown at his head if she hears him saying that goes to Brian!” Max chortled. “That’s even worse than whatever stupid shit Chase said to her.”
“Why?”
“You can’t ever say a woman is PMSing,” Max said knowledgeably. “You can’t ever mention her period has anything to do with her emotions, even if she’s taking a hacksaw to everything. You have to be supportive and stuff and say things like ‘that sounds really hard’ and ‘yes, dear, she probably does deserve to die, more candy?’”
Chase snorted, his mood lifted by Max’s inane comments. It was impossible to take anything seriously when Max was offering advice on it.
“I don’t know why that is,” Brian puzzled as he hammered another nail in. “I mean, if we had significant hormonal fluctuations causing us to retain water and become more sensitive, we’d deal with it, right? We’d have a strategy or something.”
“A tactical hot water bottle and a strategic chick-flick collection?” Max laughed.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Brian mused. “I might put something together. If she’s going to stay with us, we’re going to have to learn her cycles. I’m guessing by her receptivity earlier this week that she was ovulating.”
Max winked at Chase and murmured under his breath. “She’s going to literally kill him when he pulls this shit on her.”
“I don’t know,” Chase said. “Being prepared is a good idea. We don’t really have a whole lot for her.”
“What do women need that we don’t have? Some of that crunchy dried flowery stuff that tastes bad?”
“Potpourri,” Brian said. “My grandmother makes her own.”
“I don’t think Lacey’s really a potpourri sort of girl,” Chase said.
“Knitting stuff,” Max said, frowning. “And baking… girls like to bake.”
“How is it that you both have your ideas of what women like formed by media before you were even born? She’s not June Cleaver. She likes what we like,” Chase said.
“Sex, football, and farts. Got it,” Max said, giving Chase a thumbs-up.
“Oh, my god, are you still talking about her?” Col was back from his run and was not impressed. He came up the stairs, stretched, and scowled at them all. “All you guys do is talk about her. Lacey. Lacey. Lacey. Lacey’s vagina. Lacey’s hair. Oh, my god, did you hear what Lacey did?” Col put on a terrible version of a valley girl accent. “You’re obsessed.”
“Fine,” Chase said, doing one last sweep for shards. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, I need to get out of here in a couple of days,” Col said. “I’ve got some private stuff I need to take care of. There is life outside Lacey; crazy, I know.”
“Talk to Rex about that,” Max said. “Daddy will tell you if you’re allowed out.”
“Don’t start calling him that,” Col growled. “It’s gross enough when she does it.”
“I think it’s kinda hot,” Max grinned.
“We’ve got the drop tomorrow and then we should be good, right?” Col ignored Max’s comment.
“Maybe,” Brian said as Chase fell silent. He didn’t like this plan at all. “If the CIA can use the information, we may see movement on the people looking for Lacey more or less immediately. If not, it could be a little longer.”
“But they can use it, right? This can be over within the week? We can get back to our actual lives?”
“What do you have to do that’s so important?”
“None of your fucking business,” Col snapped. “I just have a life outside the easy vagina you’re all worshipping.”
Max and Chase advanced on him as one man, forcing Col off the porch.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” Max snarled.
“Maybe you should just get out of here now,” Chase suggested grimly. “She has enough problems without someone like you judging her.”
“Oh, right, because you all respect her soooo much you pass her around like a piñata,” Col snapped back.
“Sex is fun, Col, you should try it sometime.”
Brian’s deadpan comment made Max and Chase burst out laughing while Col glowered at them. The tension was broken for the moment anyway, and fortunately Rex returned before things could escalate any further.
“How is she?” Chase asked him.
“She’s fine. Taking a nap. When she wakes up, you should go talk to her.”
“She wants to talk to me?”
“I didn’t say that. I said you should go and talk to her.”
*
Chase waited a few hours and then went to wake Lacey up with a cup of hot chocolate.
“Hey, sleepy,” he said as she sat up, her dark hair all askew.
“Hey,” she said cautiously, looking at him under her lashes as he put the mug down on the cabinet next to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his knee drawn up so he could face her as she sat there hiding behind her hair like a wary little animal.
“I do need to talk to you,” he said. “I never meant to make you feel broken, Lacey. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known, and I have nothing but admiration for you. I just want to look after you. Is that such a bad thing?”
“Yes,” she said, shaking her hair out of her eyes. “When it means that you treat me like I’m totally sexless, it is a bad thing. I fucking… I’ve wanted you for a long time, Chase. When I was recovering, and feeling bad, when I’d have nightmares… the memory of you coming through that door was all that kept me sane. It reminded me that things could get better. And now it’s like… the one man I really want, I can’t have, because that did break something. It broke us.”
“No, it didn’t,” he said, reaching out and running his hand through her hair. “Lacey, I love you.”
Before she could reply, he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, tasting her sweetness. He pulled her close as the kiss deepened, her lips parting to allow his tongue entrance as he took her mouth with intense passion. He needed this. She needed this. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants. He’d been in hell for days trying to resist her. Maybe it was time to give in…
“There hasn’t been a day since I met you that I haven’t thought about you,” he breathed roughly, barely containing himself. “I love you, Lacey. I have from the minute I laid eyes on you. And I’m sorry if you don’t understand that and you want to twist it into me treating you like a victim just because I don’t use your pussy like the others do, but you’re just going to have to take my word for it.”
“No.”
“What?”
Her fingers curled in his shirt. “Show me. Please, Chase. Show me. Just be with me. Please.”
Chase pulled off his clothes. She was naked. He would be too. The others usually didn’t bother taking anything off to fuck her. They’d just pull their dicks out and go to town, but this wasn’t about dominating her or controlling her. This was about giving them both what they’d wanted for too long.
She lay back and spread herself for him, the expression in her milky brown gaze so beautiful he couldn’t resist kissing her as he slid between her thighs and let his cock trail down the hot seam of her lips.
“I love you,” he murmured against her mouth. God. He had waited so long to say those words and now he couldn’t stop saying them.
“I love you too,” she whimpered back, rolling her hips beneath him. He held himself on the brink of her pussy, just as he’d held himself on the brink of being with her for so long. This moment mattered. He’d never forget it, and he wanted to be sure she never would too. His kiss was passionate as he drove forward, her wet heat welcoming him as he finally claimed his woman.
He was inside her, joined to her physically the
way he’d felt joined with her spiritually since the day he found her. Three years of desire came to culmination as he thrust in and out of her, her sweet body undulating beneath him. This wasn’t the rough rutting he’d seen her take from the others. This was passionate lovemaking; this was the kind of sex that transcended every care and concern in the world. As he held her in his arms, looked down into her eyes, and held himself deep inside her, he felt as though he’d loved her forever, for a thousand lifetimes, and he’d love her for a thousand more. She was the only woman in the world to him. She was everything.
“I want you to come inside me, Chase,” she said, her voice husky and soft. “I want you to be the first one who counts there.”
The thought of coming inside her almost sent him over the edge then and there. Her bare pussy was clenching him, her soft body was wrapped around him, her legs locked around his back. She wanted him. He could see the need in her eyes, feel it in her voice. There was something between them that neither would ever have with another.
“You’re sure?”
“Please,” she whimpered, arching her back and rolling her hips. Her inner walls gripped him, milked him. He wasn’t in control. She was. Her body commanded his, her muscles working his cock until he let out a shout of orgasm and came inside her, his seed flowing deep inside. He could feel her quivering, her clit grinding up against his pubic bone as she worked his seed deeper inside herself, her orgasm sucking it further into her body.
This was reckless. He’d just flooded her bare cunt with billions of virile swimmers. He’d claimed her in a way none of the others had dared, and she’d taken him because he was the mate she truly chose above all others.
He held her close, keeping his cock deep inside her as he softened. “I’ll last longer next time,” he promised breathlessly.
“After Brian’s machine, I can tell you longer isn’t always better.” Lacey squirmed beneath him. His cum was starting to slip out of her and slide between their glistening bodies. “That was perfect, Chase, thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he said, kissing her. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel less than worthy of everything I have.”
“You made it up to me,” she smiled.
A sharp knock at the door startled both of them. “You better damn well be talking in there!” Rex’s rough voice came from the door.
“Shit!” Lacey giggled as Chase rushed his clothes back on.
“We’re coming, hold on!” Chase called out. He grabbed her out of bed by the hand and went to open the door. Rex was standing there, his arms over his chest.
“Tell me you didn’t just fuck on my bed,” he growled.
“Sorry, Daddy, I’ll change the sheets,” Lacey grinned.
“You bet you will, brat!” Rex reached out and slapped her ass. “Get out of here.”
Smiling at how she teased Rex and called him Daddy, Chase led Lacey out of Rex’s bedroom and back to his own. He was starting to get a second wind.
Chapter Sixteen
Lacey
Something was happening.
Rex had ordered her to be tied up and put into the back of the van. He’d walked in that morning and given the order before they were even out of bed. She was still half asleep as Chase got the rope and started to follow directions.
“Why are you doing this?” She squirmed sort of half-heartedly away from him, only to be yanked back toward him. She was wearing one of his tshirts and underwear, nothing else, which made the prospect of being taken out in public this way all the more galling.
Chase snugged the rope around her ankles. “Daddy’s orders,” he said with a smile.
“Daddy has some fucked-up orders,” Lacey complained, wriggling around to make his job more difficult. She really didn’t like being bound. Being unable to run away if she needed to scared the hell out of her. “Why do I have to be tied up? You’re going to put me in a cage anyway. There’s not even a seatbelt back there. It’s unsafe. Just put me in the back seat with you.”
“Rex has his orders for a reason,” Chase said. “Put your hands out.”
“No,” she frowned. “I need my hands.”
“Lacey…” He raised a brow at her.
“Seriously, Chase. Don’t tie me up. What if something happens? What if there’s a car crash and someone hits the back of the van and I get squished like a dead sardine and I can’t even run away?”
“Are dead sardines known for their ability to run away?”
“Chase…”
“Okay, hold on.”
She sat on the bed and waited as Chase went out to negotiate on her behalf. A second or two later they were both back.
Rex came into the room his hands on his hips, a no-nonsense scowl on his face. “You’re going be tied up, because we’re going to be undertaking serious work today and I cannot have you jeopardizing it. You can sit in the back seat with Chase, and have a seatbelt, but you’re going to be bound, and you’re going to be gagged.”
“Why?”
“Exactly,” Rex said, spinning on his heel. He left the room, and her confused.
“What?”
“He means he doesn’t want to be questioned,” Chase said, working the rope back around her body. “He takes work very seriously.”
“Well, okay, but…”
“Very, very seriously. Lacey, we’re mercenaries. We can’t have distractions. This really is for everybody’s good.”
She sat quietly as he worked the rope around her body, securing her ankles together, then running the rope up over her back and then around down between her legs.
“This isn’t how you tie people up.”
“It is if you want to make it fun for them,” Chase said with a little wink. He kept working the rope around her, catching her arms nice and snug next to her body, not forcing them in front or behind. The rope came down around between her legs another two times, wound up around her shoulders, under her breasts, and finally he was done.
She couldn’t move, so he picked her up and carried her out over his shoulder, and then she realized the devilish brilliance of his rope work. Every time she moved, the rope ran over her panty-covered pussy. A small movement made the rope move a little; a bigger squirm made it slide more and tighten around her breasts. She was effectively harnessed as well as restrained, her erogenous zones linked with hemp.
The mood among the men was different than she had seen it all week. There was little levity. They were all absolutely focused. She didn’t know what the mission was, and she didn’t ask. Chase hadn’t gagged her and she didn’t want anyone to notice that fact.
They were wearing relatively casual clothes, but they were also packing heat. So nothing super militaristic, but obviously still something dangerous. Lacey keep her eyes on them as Chase loaded her into the back seat of the van and strapped her in with a seatbelt.
A few minutes later they set off, left the forest, and headed out into the countryside. The mood was solemn and for the most part they were silent. There was no chatter at all, which she found kind of strange. Usually you couldn’t shut Max up, and Col was almost always making some dark crack at her or someone else. But there was nothing.
Lacey was excited to see what was going to happen. She was also excited because every jolt of the van made the rope move between her legs and stimulated her pussy. If Chase had intended it to be a distraction for her, it worked. Her hips squirmed slowly in the seat all the way to their destination, which turned out to be an old dumping ground for wrecked cars—it was about as ominous a place as she could imagine.
Someone was waiting for them.
Two black SUVs were parked next to a burned-out Mustang, and six or so men were standing around in dark suits and dark sunglasses even though the day was overcast.
Lacey kept her mouth firmly shut as Max brought the van to a halt a few dozen feet away. This was exciting as hell. They were meeting with government officials. CIA, if she had to guess. They had a more furtive air about them than the FBI. The FBI liked
to strut about in their heavily marked windbreakers at every available opportunity. The CIA, on the other hand, weren’t supposed to be operating within US borders.
Rex and Brian got out of the van and proceeded toward the men. Max, Col, and Chase hung back a bit, but were also out and ready. Lacey suddenly saw precisely how the unit worked. Rex led. Brian provided tactical. The other three were muscle and danger. And they looked it. She squirmed more, her pussy grinding against the rope as she looked on breathlessly.
Were Rex and crew getting information about a job? Surely not. There was no reason to meet to get a job. Unless lines couldn’t be secured. Maybe there was something that had to be passed on in person. It was hard to make out what they were saying. From a distance she had some chance of reading lips, but the tinted windows added an extra challenge, and she could only see one of the men’s mouths. Concentrating really hard, Lacey tried to make out what he was saying. Red tough dingoes swim curtains? No. That couldn’t be it.
A second later, she saw Brian hand something over. Okay. Not a job. It was a drop-off. A drop-off of what, though? For the last week, they hadn’t done anything but look after her. Had they been holding on to something that whole time? It was possible. The world didn’t revolve around her, after all.
In spite of her rational thoughts, a horrible sensation of nausea began to rise through her. She’d given Brian access to her materials. He’d claimed to have deleted them, but what if… no. She pushed the thought away. They wouldn’t do that to her. That would be incredibly shitty.
She sat up as the spooks and Rex came walking over to the back of the van. Did she have something to do with this after all? Rex opened the van door and several spooks looked in at her as if she was some kind of interesting exhibit.
“This is her,” he said. “You can ask her anything you need to with regard to the data.”
“Like hell you can!” Lacey practically exploded with indignation as the full realization of what was happening blew up inside her. She had been right. They had taken her data. They hadn’t destroyed it and ended the feud with Senator Fishland. They’d fucking traded it. “You double-crossed me, you asshole!”