by Angel Steel
He rests his head beside my own and nudges his tip against my wet lips. I hold my breath, as he straightens and grips my hips, then he surges forward burying himself completely, in one, single, hard thrust. I cry out at the entrance and he stills, giving my body time to adjust to his intrusion.
He doesn’t stay still for long. He groans in my ear as he begins to move in long demanding strokes. I press my heels into his firm ass, encouraging him more.
My eyes roll back and my lids float closed as I hover in what feels like another dimension. A place where nothing exists except me, Zane, and this wall. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hooking my ankles together pulling him further into me, I urge him deeper.
“Fuck Hellcat,” he groans in my ear, and then suddenly I’m moving from the wall and fall to the bed with Zane still deep inside of me. His hand lifts my left knee, opening me, exposing me and he shifts so he can sink deeper with a new angle that seems to touch every nerve ending. I arch my back trying to find more, of what I don’t really know, rational thoughts elude me right now. Zane slams a little harder into my body, as if he knows exactly what I need and with the relentless and demanding pace he has set, I begin to climb, my body throbbing with need. His mouth drops to my nipple, sampling it with equal ferocity and passion as the other he did moments before.
“Zane,” I moan louder. My nails dig into his back edging him on. He leans back, lifting my knee higher and rotating his hips, left and right and then in a circular motion, his pelvis rubbing with unyielding insistence over my clit, and just like that my body climbs further, hovers and falls over the invisible wall of pleasure. My back arches, my head falls back into the pillow and I scream out his name, “Zane.”
“Fuck, keep squeezing my cock like that,” he moans as his pace quickens.
My body slides against the silk sheet under me as Zane slams back and forth. I grip onto him tighter, as he relentlessly pounds forward. I can feel my orgasm building fast. His fingers dig into my hip and my thigh, and he grunts as I continue to constrict around his cock.
“More,” he gripes. He lifts my other leg up, forcing me open furthermore, and grips both hands onto my hips and pulls me closer to him resting my ass on his knees and watches as he slowly draws out his cock and slides back in. Each slow movement rubs over my sensitive nerve endings.
My hands grip just above his knees and he slowly pulls back out and stops, just leaving the head of his cock inside of me.
“Clench down on my cock,” he asks.
Even if I don’t want to, my body does it anyway. My walls clamp around the head of him, the growl that escapes his lips as I do has me gasping out at the sensation of having him seated there unmoving.
“Fuck! The way you are choking my cock, I’m ready to fuckin’ blow,” he hisses, and then slams forward, hard. I scream, raking my nails down his thighs as he continues to do the movement several times, pushing me higher, closer to my second release. I lift up, rolling my hips with his and latch my mouth onto his nipple, biting down hard, while I wrap my arm around his neck.
“Shit,” Zane grunts out as he fastens his pace, driving harder and harder into my pussy.
Leaning my head back, arching my breasts in his face, my eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel his teeth latch on my nipple, tugging and flicking his tongue over it. I clamp down on his cock as my orgasm rips through my body.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream, then he smashes forward one more time and grunts my name as I feel his hot cum spurt deep inside of me. I clench around him as he slows his movements and falls atop of me, panting heavily.
Taking deep breaths, trying to get my breathing under control. There’s something not right here at all. Although my sex drive is healthy, this is more than normal. Closing my eyes and counting to five and taking a large deep breath, then letting it out, my heartbeat begins to slow down. Thank God! It’s close to bursting from my chest with how fast it’s beating.
Zane shifts above me and falls to the bed beside me. I begin to pull myself up when something flashes behind my lids.
Zane standing there on the phone, back to me. He looked from my dad’s office to the back door and back again. I stepped around the corner, moving closer to him, listening as I went.
“I can’t make it tonight, Shelia,” Zane said into the phone.
Shelia?
His mouth moved again, but I don’t know what he said. All that was in my head was the name, Shelia.
My vision began to blur. I see Zane shift away from the wall and turn to face me, shocked to see me standing there.
His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear his words.
“Who’s Shelia?” I heard the words coming from my mouth.
The vision blurs again, frowning, it comes back slightly as I ripped my arm from Zane’s hold and run away from him, as he called my name.
Once I made it to my truck, the vision completely disappeared.
What the hell was that? I sit up, pulling the sheet up my body.
“Who’s Shelia?” I query.
I don’t look where Zane is beside me. I know if I do, I’ll lose it completely.
“Fuck,” he hisses beside me.
I move quickly off the bed and stand by the side of it looking at Zane as he sits on the edge, facing away from me.
“Zane, who’s Shelia, and what the hell is going on?” I ask again, slightly agitated.
Whoever Shelia was, and the fact that something else was happening, it wasn’t good by the way Zane sat there on the edge of the bed as I stare at his back. His posture strains as he slowly stands from the bed and turns to face me. The look covering his face tells me whatever he’s about to say, I was in no way going to like it.
My eyes follow him as he steps around the end of the bed. I take a step back myself as he comes closer to me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I step back yet again till I’m flush against the wall near the bathroom and close my eyes as Zane stops in front of me. I feel his hand caress my cheek. Opening my eyes, tears begin to well in them as he stares at me. I don’t think I want to hear the words from his mouth anymore.
“What do you remember?” he asks, searching my eyes.
“I remember you talking on your phone out the front of my dad’s office. You didn’t know I was there.” She swallows, moistening her throat to continue, “You said, ‘I can’t make it tonight, Shelia.’ I don’t remember much, after that it’s a blur, and then the last thing was me asking you who she was and me turning away from you, running to my truck,” I whisper without looking into his eyes. “Who is she?”
His grip tightens on my chin, lifting it up. My eyes connect with his. “That’s it? Nothing after that, till now?”
Shaking my head. “No, it’s all still a blur that part.”
He nods. That’s it.
“Who is she?” I ask again, getting frustrated.
He steps back away from me, lifts his hand to his face and pinches the top of his nose. “Shelia is my boss.”
Frowning. “Boss? I thought you only worked at my dad’s shop?”
His hand drops from his nose and stares at me. “No, it’s not the only job I have.” He walks back and sits on the edge of the bed still looking at me.
“Okay! So what is this other job that you have then?” I honestly thought Dad hired him for our shop only. There’s not much else in town in the way of work for Zane.
“I’m undercover,” he says, his eyes not leaving mine.
“Say again?” Shaking my head. Did I hear that right?
He stands from the bed and stalks over to me. I step back, not wanting to believe what he’s just said. I don’t get too far, as he grips onto my hand and pulls me forward into him.
“What do you mean, you’re undercover?” I struggle against his hold, but stop when he speaks again.
“Black Ops. We’ve had your father’s shop under surveillance.”
“Why the hell would Black Ops be doing that?” I inquire with a slight tremble in my voice.
Shaking my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Zane,” my voice breaks, not for the reason he thinks, but the fact that Black Ops have been watching my dad. And not just him either. Me.
“I can cut you a deal and save you if you give me the books we need from the shop.” His voice stern as he looks down into my eyes.
I push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “Are you serious right now?” I laugh. I can’t help it. How did I not see this? Of course, he’s not just a mechanic. He’s Black Ops.
God, I’m so bloody stupid!
He grips hold of my arm, shaking me until I look at him again. “I’m dead serious, Amelia. Your father is distributing drugs in the bikes that come into his shop. Drugs that he gets from someone that we are trying to bring in. Someone that he shouldn’t be involved with,” he growls, his hand tightening on my arm.
I flinch at the pain in my arm and the tone of his voice. “You’re hurting my arm,” I hiss toward him.
He lets goes instantly. “We need the books so we can see where the drugs are coming from and where they’re going.”
“My dad isn’t involved with drugs, Zane,” I say, shifting back from him, rubbing over the area that he held moments before.
This all has to be a joke.
He strides over and in front of me again. “Are you sure about that?” he asks pushing me against the wall with his body.
My hand comes up suddenly and strikes him across the face, my hand stinging at the impact. “My dad might do some things I don’t like, but he isn’t dealing or distributing drugs,” I growl, pushing his body away from mine.
I step away from him, breathing heavily.
“Well, if it isn’t him or you, someone else is doing it under both of your noses,” he says, glaring at me.
My head begins to throb. Gripping the side of my head, I close my eyes, taking in deep breaths, trying to get rid of the pain.
“What’s wrong?” he asks suddenly.
“My head hurts,” I whisper as the pain intensifies. I waver on my legs, then Zane is there turning my body to face his. A strong arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. His hand slides up into my hair and begins digging his fingers tips into my skull with a slight pressure. I groan as the feeling helps my head and my body relaxes further into his.
“Feel good?’ his voice low.
“Yes,” I murmur into his chest as my arms drop down beside me.
He chuckles, then he shifts slightly back and lifts my chin up so I’m looking into his eyes. His face serious now. “You need to be checked out.”
Before I can answer him, he drops my chin and turns around and walks back to the bed to grab his phone. Glancing my way, he dials a number and lifts it to his ear, still staring at me.
“I need Shelia in the medical unit in five minutes. I’m bringing down Amelia,” he says into the phone, not once looking away from me.
Rolling my eyes at the mention of Shelia, I grip onto the sheet in front of me, and continue to stare at him while he speaks into the phone.
“We’ll do that once she’s there,” he replies, walking away from the bed and into the closet near the bathroom. Moments later he walks back out holding a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, and stops in front of me.
Letting go of the sheet with my left hand and taking the clothes he’s offering to me, I hold them to my chest as he stands directly in front of me. I hear the voice on the other end as he stands there, but not the words.
“Okay. After, we need to regroup,” he says then ends the call.
He pockets his phone and shifts over to the drawers near the door, and pulls out a shirt. Even with what is going on in my head right now, I still want him. The way his muscles shift with every step he takes. Licking my lips as he raises his arms over his head and pulls the shirt over his body, his muscles strain as he slides it down over his chest has a moan lodged in my throat wanting to come out.
Turning around, I drop the sheet and quickly pull on the sweat pants, rolling the top of them so they will sit better on my body as they’re a little too large for my figure. Lifting the shirt up, pushing my arms through the holes and pulling it over my breasts and down against my stomach, I turn around and face Zane again as he pulls on a pair of boots, still looking my way.
“Medical unit?” I question, as I tuck in the shirt.
“We have a medical unit on the base.”
“How far is it?” I ask and watch as he stands from the edge of the bed and walks over toward the door.
“Down the hall,” he answers and opens the door and waits for me to walk out.
“What. We’re on base now?” I say stepping toward the door.
“Yes. You’ve been here for the last eight hours.”
I stop mid-step. “What? Why have I been here? Please don’t tell me you took me into custody.”
“No, you’re not in custody,” he answers but doesn’t look my way as we begin to walk down the lit up hall.
“So, if I’m not in custody, why am I here then?”
“I’ll explain once you’ve been checked over,” he answers walking ahead of me.
I walk behind him, in silence. The only noise is Zane’s heavy footsteps as we make our way to the medical unit. My eyes roam over the back of him, getting a good look. His shirt strains against his muscular back, the jeans pulling taut over his tight ass. Shaking my head slightly, I needed to clear my head from where it’s heading.
We round a corner and I break the silence between us. “So, Shelia isn’t your boss, is she?”
“Shelia is a doctor on our team,” he answers, not looking back at me.
“Are you together?” I can’t help but ask.
“No.”
Nothing more is said.
He stops walking ahead of me. I notice a sign saying ‘MU’ in big black letters.
“MU?” I ask once I’ve caught up with him.
“MU stands for Medical Unit,” he says and turns the corner. Following behind, two big metal doors come into view. I stop moving as I stare at the doors in front of me. Zane raises his hand and begins pushing one of the doors open, then stops when he notices me standing still in the hall further back.
“What?” he asks, his eyes searching around us.
“Are we the only ones here besides Shelia?” I ask, biting my lip.
“No.”
“So you’re telling me I’m in here with your whole team under the same roof?” I gasp.
He raises his eyebrow toward me. “Yes. But not all of my team is here, only Masen, Rosko and Shelia are here at the moment. The rest of the team is out in the field.” His eyes leave mine and slowly travel down my body, lingering on my breasts. My nipples harden instantly as he gazes, a smirk forms on his lips as he steps closer to me, and stops with only the slightest touch of his chest against my own. My hands reach out and grip his shirt in my hand, my nails digging into his flesh beneath it. He hisses and pushes me up against the wall, his body pinning me there, as my breathing comes in pants.
I want him.
He slowly shifts his head down to my neck and skims his lips over my skin, sending goose bumps in its wake. I shiver at the contact of his lips as he nips at my neck till he reaches my ear. I pull him into me further, crushing his body to my own.
“Your eyes turn a dark gray when you’re horny, Amelia,” he whispers into my ear.
My core clenches at his words. I rest my head back against the wall as his hand grips my hip, enjoying the feeling of his lips on me again. His teeth nip at my lobe, just enough pain then it’s replaced with a pleasurable sensation shooting straight to my center. I gasp as his fingers make their way under my shirt and skim over my flesh. I moan,
as he begins to slide his hand down further where I want them, but he freezes when someone coughs behind him.
I still.
“Zane. Masen is waiting for you to arrive,” a sweet feminine voice says behind him.
He lifts his head away from me and steps back and turns to the woman. “We’ll be right there, Shelia.”
Great! Of course, Shelia would be the one to walk out.
Zane glances over his shoulder at me. “Let’s go, Hellcat.” He smirks then steps away and into the room.
It was now or never. I could walk through those doors and find out what I had to or, turn around and make a run for it. But I knew if I did that Zane would only drag me back to the room. Closing my eyes for a second, I get my hormones under control, then re-open them and begin walking toward the door that Zane now holds open for me.
My dick pulses painfully behind my jeans as I walk into the room. I have to get ahold of myself. I can’t keep fucking her. Every time I do, it brings me closer and closer to not letting her go, but I can’t keep doing it. She’s making her way into my heart, and once she’s there fully, there’s no way I’m going to get rid of her. Even if I do leave her, she will still be there.
Shaking my head, I wait till Amelia is behind me and then start to walk further into the room and stop near the medical table in the center. Both Masen and Rosko’s eyes are on Amelia behind me as she holds onto my shirt. Shelia sits on the bed facing us with a sweet smile.
She stands from her position and walks over to us. “Hi, my name is Shelia. It’s nice to meet you, Amelia,” she says holding out her hand.
I shift sideways and take a step back, then wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her in front of me and holding her there.
Amelia extends her hand and wraps it around Shelia’s. “Hi,” she whispers, and then quickly removes her hand.
“That there is Rosko.” I point to him as he leans against the wall in the far corner, he nods his head toward her. “And that is Masen,” I say pointing to him. Masen steps away from the desk and walks over and stops right in front of Amelia. She pushes slightly back into my chest at how close he’s standing in front of her invading her personal space. Her nails dig into my forearm and I feel her body begin to shake.