by Jillian Neal
“Logan’s got her, Em. He’ll take care of her; he always does,” Rainer soothed.
“Yeah, and don’t ever tell him I said this, but my big brother is kind of awesome,” she offered with a grin.
“There’s a gym here in the guesthouse,” Fionna informed Vindico with a wry smile.
“Really?” he tried to hide how much the information pleased him.
“Yes, and I’ll even work out with you tomorrow, after you tell me all of this business about the German Senate or whatever,” she bargained.
“That story is clearly worth thousands, man. You should sell the rights,” Rainer laughed.
Vindico forced a chuckle and nodded his agreement.
“I told you I’d gotten suspended, and that Governor Haydenshire mandated this vacation.”
“Yes,” Fionna was still grinning at Vindico. “And I intend to thank him profusely the next time I see him, but you never told me why you got suspended.”
“How about I tell you later, ok?”
Rainer sensed that the matter wasn’t open for discussion.
“Ok,” Fionna agreed, though she studied Vindico closely.
“So, are we supposed to stay out here all day tomorrow, or can we go out and do stuff?” Emily tried to smooth over the awkward silence.
“Actually, I think Lucas wants to show us the Sydney highlights,” Rainer sighed. “He plans on us touring the Opera House and eating there tomorrow night, if we want to go.”
“Wow, I guess it’s good to be friends with a princess.”
Fionna joined in her giggles.
“I wouldn’t call her that if I were you,” Rainer shuddered as he considered Adeline’s reaction to being called a princess.
“Aww, look, after all these years, I made you sensitive,” Emily applauded, and Vindico cracked up at Rainer’s scowl.
They chatted a little more and took another tour of the house.
Rainer and Vindico checked under couches and in the kitchen cabinets to make certain the spider had no friends, per Emily and Fionna’s request.
Fionna yawned for the third time, and Vindico smiled at her adoringly. “How about I take you to bed, Miss Styler?” Fionna waved good-night to Emily and Rainer.
“Only after…” Fionna halted and turned back to Vindico from the bottom step. She shot him an extremely naughty smirk. Vindico appeared to try to decide how dirty to tease her in front of Rainer and Emily, who were already cracking up.
“…I check our room thoroughly for spiders?” he joked.
“Yeah, that, too.”
“I’ll be right there, baby doll.” Vindico gestured for Rainer to remain downstairs.
Rainer kissed Emily’s forehead and told her he’d be up in a minute. He let his right hand glide over her backside as she climbed the stairs. He enjoyed watching her blush.
“All right, Lawson, how do you want to work the bathroom thing? I may not mind her laying out topless, but there are a few things that I have no intention of letting anyone else see.”
Rainer tried not to be offended as he huffed, “Yeah, well, I have a few things I feel the same way about,” he stared Vindico down. “Just lock both doors if you’re in there. We’ll do the same, and if you want to shower,” Rainer hemmed over the word ‘together’. He knew perfectly well that a great deal of Vindico’s threats came from the possibility of him and Fionna being interrupted, and the shower was clearly designed to be used by couples. “…at the same time,” he finally managed, “then we’ll hang out down here.”
“And we’ll do the same,” Vindico agreed.
With an uncomfortable nod, Rainer headed upstairs. Vindico checked to make certain that the front door was locked, and pulled the light from the lamps.
65
Me Too
~Dan Vindico~
Weary irritability tensed in his shield as Dan turned out the lights and headed slowly up the stairs of the Caliph’s guesthouse. He began unbuttoning his shirt while thoughts of how they’d all ended up staying there churned in his head. They were jumbled with irritation that Garrett Haydenshire seemed to have a large claim on Fionna, and his annoyance that Rainer and Emily were going to be staying in a room so close to his and Fionna’s.
He wanted her wild, raw, and loud. He needed her without fear that someone might hear her when he forced those delicious sounds that she made only for him from the depths of her soul.
He debated what to tell Fionna about what he’d done and said to the German Governing board. He knew that she was going to ask again. He’d vowed to himself that he was going to let her in and let her know him like he’d never let anyone else, not in the last ten years anyway. He had to. He had to have her trust or, when that stupid plane came to carry them back to his own version of hell, she would walk away.
Lachlan Nguyen informing his brothers that he’d be up Fionna ‘like a rat up a drain pipe’ served to make Dan want to sink his fists into someone or something repeatedly, preferably Lachlan who, as far as he was concerned, was a rat.
Dan knocked on his and Fionna’s bedroom door. It felt odd. He awaited a response. He didn’t want to just walk in on her, even though they’d grown so intimate and so intoxicatingly close in the last few days. He knew she was probably feeling a little unsure of herself, staying in a strange guesthouse with Rainer and Emily, as well.
Dan drew a deep breath and tried to soothe his own energy. His annoyance with Lachlan won out over all of the other aggravations at the moment. He didn’t appreciate Lachlan’s choice of words, even if he wasn’t aware that he was being eavesdropped on. It was one thing to speak admiringly about a woman’s looks; it was another thing entirely to make such a crude comment about the woman that Dan was falling more in love with each moment that he spent with her.
The thought paralyzed him. His heart raced. He forced himself to breathe as Fionna called for him to come in. He needed to say it to her eventually if he was going to keep this going and most certainly if he was going to force her to never share their relationship with anyone outside of their families and Iodex. While deciding that thinking the word was a decent first step, Dan willed repose as he eased the door open.
Fionna was in the bathroom. She’d locked the door that led to Rainer and Emily’s room, but had left theirs open. She was standing in her bra and panties, and washing her face.
Dan stared at her with hunger and need. He allowed himself a long moment. She was absolutely breathtaking. Guilt settled in the pit of his stomach as he acknowledged the fact that he wanted her desperately. He wanted to drown their long, exhaustive day in the delicious feelings and energy that swirled so copiously within her. He wanted her selfishly and voraciously. He wanted to own her.
She splashed water on her face. A few water droplets made their way down her chest, and Dan fought back a growl as he moved to her. She turned to her toiletry bag situated on the counter, and took out her toothbrush.
Dan didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted her, wanted to taste her, and feel her, and make her feel him. He wanted to pound those sweet lips that she’d waxed bare for him, deep and dirty just how she liked it.
He startled her as he entered the bathroom and wrapped his hands around her waist. He kept her back to his chest as he began to kiss down her neck. He watched her eyes flash and darken in the mirror as her torso tensed in anticipation. He moved up towards her ear.
With a quick move, he turned her so she was facing him. He braced his hands on the counter and caged her between his body and the bathroom vanity. She gave him a naughty grin as she began to pant.
“I thought I was supposed to be taking you prisoner,” her voice was low and throaty as he fed the desire swirling inside of her.
Dan let a low moan echo from his chest into her mouth as he crushed it to his lips. With a hungry gaze, he gave her a cocky grin when he pulled away. He reached and lifted her backside up onto the sink and wrapped her legs around his waist. He wasn’t gentle as he pressed his throbbing erection against her lip
s barely covered by the thin cotton thong she was wearing.
“Another plus of letting me be your boyfriend,” he drawled as he unhooked her bra with one hand, “is that, if you should need them, I do have numerous sets of handcuffs, honey.” He pulsed against her as he made his offer.
Dan let the erotic images of her naked and handcuffed to his bed, as he drove her wild, settle firmly in his mind. Her eyes flashed as she moaned. She was intrigued. Her rhythms pulsed, but he felt the fear that flowed through her. He decided to make the offer again later, when he’d made her feel more secure, more settled in their relationship, and when she was ready to give herself and her pleasure over to him fully.
He felt her heart beat rapidly against his chest as he hoisted off his shirt and then removed the undershirt he had on. He could feel her blood pulsing against his length as her lips swelled with heat and desire.
She braided her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. He angled his head and devoured her lips. He kneaded her backside and pulled her into him as he gave a thrust. He mimicked taking her as he watched the thin cotton between her legs turn translucent. Her body anxiously prepared her for him.
She bucked against him and pushed him back. She landed on her feet as she gracefully slid off the counter and took his hand.
“Come here, baby,” the cooed command fell heavily from her kiss-swollen lips. He followed her and let her take the lead, for the moment. That was what she clearly wanted.
She crawled onto the large bed and situated herself on the edge. She folded her legs underneath her and sat on her adorable feet. Grabbing two of his belt loops, she jerked him forward.
He ran his hands over her breasts and spun his thumbs over her nipples. They were swollen, pert, and vying for his attention.
With a few quick movements, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Then, with a great deal of finesse, she shoved his pants and boxers down, immediately locating what she was clearly craving.
He watched her ardently as an excited moan escaped her lungs. She lightly traced her fingers up his length, and he prayed that she was about to do what he was fairly certain was on her mind. Every cell in his body reverberated with need as she licked her lips seductively.
“You hungry, baby?” He laced his right hand in her hair. “I want you hungry. I want to see it in your mouth. Suck it like my good girl,” he demanded insistently.
Her entire body tensed as she gave him a sultry grin, and then let her tongue dance from his sac to his head. A hungry growl thundered from his chest, and his head fell back from the exquisite feeling.
A moment later, she drowned him in her mouth. She sucked him fervently, and moaned against him as she drew all of the tension, irritation, confusion, and shame from his body. She filled him with her healing love. Dan carefully guided her head to his strain. He wanted her to take more.
She arched her back and pushed what part of his cock wasn’t in her mouth between her breasts. A deafening, guttural groan thundered from him. She pulled back with a slight smile.
“Shh,” she reminded him, before she began her work again. Her energy flooded around him as her arousal increased with what she was giving him.
He could feel it. He could feel what she wanted. He felt the rebellion and the ardent desire. He felt the thirst. He leaked into her mouth, and her satisfied moan made him shudder and groan in elation.
He didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to do, but it was there. He could feel it, and the need built readily as she worked. She continued to suck and lick him. She spun her tongue hypnotically over his head, and then flicked it deliciously over his shaft.
He cupped her cheek tenderly and watched her pull him into her mouth more deeply. He felt his ridge slip to her throat and was certain he’d died and gone to heaven.
“You’re gonna drink it like a good girl, baby doll. I’m about to explode, and you’re gonna drink it all. Then I’m gonna lay you back and take all of you,” he warned her, but was still unable to believe how utterly incredible it was that she wanted to drink him.
It was indescribable perfection. She drowned him in her mouth, and pulled. He was unable to stop the release as he exploded in her mouth. She continued to draw from him as she swallowed him down, and he convulsed from the delicious sight.
When she’d sucked him dry, she pulled away with a seductive smile as he panted and his muscles quaked from his release.
“You are the most incredible women in the world. Now, I want you to lay back, honey, ‘cause I’m about to take care of you now.” Her satisfaction turned instantly back into voracious hunger.
He threw the many, varied throw pillows off of the bed and situated her against the ones he left.
He’d show her exactly what he could do with his double predilected energy bands. You haven’t been able to do this with anyone but Amelia, his brain cleared from his first release enough to form the badgering taunt, but Dan knew he could. When a double Predilect was with the right person, they could come more than once.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it, baby doll? You need me to take good care of you?” he urged as she let her head fall back, moaning in desperation. “Spread your legs for me, honey. Show me where you’re hot and wet. Show me where it hurts, my girl. I’m gonna make it all better.”
She writhed and bucked as she did as she was told. He grasped one of her calves and pulled her legs open around him. Dan remained up on his knees over her. He held her legs apart and traced his index finger tenderly over her mound, and then down her slit as her breath stuttered deliciously.
He caught the thinnest part of the thong at the opening of her backside and hooked his finger through the fabric. With one quick move, he jerked it off of her as she cried out loudly.
He spread her legs further, and traced delicate patterns up the most sensitive parts of her inner thighs and then over her swollen lips.
“Oh, yes, please,” she begged and bucked. She grabbed his hand as he traced and tried to force the issue. Her desperation drove him wild.
“All right, honey. Just relax. I’m going give you what you want, but not yet.”
She begged and called out his name in need.
He leaned down and separated her slightly as she panted and her body flushed. He blew cold breath into the fevered heart of her and watched as hot sex dripped from her lips. He slowly dragged his tongue over her. Her energy seeped from her slit. He listened as she pled for more.
He turned his head and sucked her right lip and then her left. He dipped his tongue between her folds and lapped over her. He moved closer to her clit with each and every pass.
She went wild. Her energy swirled around him in tantric spirals of ecstasy. He bathed her with his tongue until he reached the white hot button that was throbbing so hungry for his tongue. He held her lips apart and teased her clit. She trembled. He blew cold air over her and watched it pulsate.
“That’s my good girl. That hurts, doesn’t it, baby?” He tenderly touched it with his index finger. She panted and shook. Then he leaned and began to suck and drown it in his mouth. She broke and filled his mouth with all of her. He drank her dry.
He let her orgasm wash through her as he dipped his fingers between her folds as she tried to regain the ability to breathe.
That was it. He was ready. He’d recovered fully and wanted more of her. Her body, her energy, his longing to join her, and his love had restored him.
He continued to spin his fingers over the spots that made her scream out his name, and he leaned closer to her.
“I’m going to cast you, and then I’m going to take you hard, baby. I want some more. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Her eyes flashed open in delighted shock as she continued to writhe under his touch. Her low moan urged him on.
He pulled his hand away, and used her energy to summon as he added his own and then sealed her off. He soothed her as he went, and made certain that she felt nothing but pleasure at his hands.
Deep carnal need overtook him as he laid out over her and plunged her throbbing depths without warning. He felt her pulse as she took him in deeply. Her tight little pussy trembled from his size. Her muscles clenched tightly around him as he growled in heated need and grinded his body into hers.
He pumped her full. He opened her to his hilt, and drove her hard.
“That’s my good girl. Open up for me and take a little more. You’re all mine. Every inch belongs to me,” he commanded as she called out his name.
Her body begged for more. Her energy consumed him as he took all of her for himself. The ecstasy was intoxicating.
Dan felt whole, complete, and healed as he drove her. She arched her back and swelled around him. He felt the first hungry pulse of her release, and he buried himself inside of her.
They came together. He filled her full yet again, and he reveled in their energy mixing in their releases deep inside of her. He fell to his side, panted, and convulsed as he pulled her on his chest and held her tightly. She continued to tremble and gasp for breath.
When she regained the ability to breathe normally, he felt her smile against his chest.
“Ok, that was….”
“Not something that’s happened to me in a very, very long time.” He was awash in the ecstasy of it all and in the remembrances.
“Oh,” Fionna nodded her understanding. Her adoring grin told him that she was both honored and not, in any way, jealous of Amelia.
“Fi, honey, I told you, everything about you, everything about us together, is new and different for me. I just hope you think it’s as incredible as I do.”
She was quiet and introspective for a long moment.
“I really do, Dan.”
He cradled her tenderly and wrapped her up in the sheets and blankets on the vast bed and then in his body.
“Can I ask you something?” she whispered in the darkness. The tantric spirals of erotic energy still filled the air around them. They watched the light as it danced.