“Russell…” she cried, and arched her bottom against his thighs, clearly still deep in her climax. Could she be sexier?
He couldn’t move. He wanted her to come forever like this, her cute little face so shy against his biceps, seeking him for comfort as well as pleasure. It twisted him at the same time that it filled him with warmth. Sex had always been a release from the tension of a job that brought him close to death too many times. This was different. This was so different it wasn’t even in the same damn kingdom.
She cried out softly, her wet sheath so hot and tight on him he felt her clenching and shivering.
“Let it go, baby. God, you’re so hot, so hot. Let me give you some more,” he told her, shifting higher so he was crouched behind her on his feet, not his knees, with his cock tight in her hot pussy. He pressed her gently down by the shoulder blades so her stomach was more firmly on the couch and her ass tipped upwards. She was so flexible she arched her ass higher and gave him more to bump up against with each firm thrust as he settled into a firm, fast rhythm. “Oh, God, Russell. I can’t. Oh—”
She could. He pressed against her hips gently and ran his hands up and down her spine, lingering over her as he began a slow, steady rhythm. He bent low and brushed kisses all over her hot cheeks and soft lips. She latched on to his mouth, kissing him deep and long before he broke off to check on her.
“Like that, baby?”
“Dying. I’m dying.” She huffed a laugh that turned to a soft moan of pleasure when he pressed deeper. Blue eyes met his and he kissed her again. She licked his lips, sucking on his bottom lip while she found his hand and threaded their fingers.
Gods she was tearing him up.
With effort he released her mouth, but kept her close, watching her expressive face as he began a gentle, easy rhythm. She was wet, soft, and felt so good around his cock he never wanted to leave. His steady pushes felt too good. When she moaned softly, he reached around and thumbed her clit. She immediately arched her ass up and whimpered into the couch.
“Russell.”
Her muffled cry sent a shiver down his spine. He leant down to nuzzle her cheek, tasting her on his tongue as he forced himself to keep up the slow, steady glide and retreat of his cock, concentrating on making her as crazy as she was making him while keeping his cock from exploding. He needed more control. He wanted to love her for the rest of the night, like this, with her crying out with pleasure under him. She felt so soft and tight it was like burrowing into a hot, velvet fist.
“Russell! Oh God, no more, Russell!”
A laugh burst free and he nipped her shoulder lightly, giving her another swat at the same time. He felt her suck in a breath. Her pussy clenched around his cock. She liked to be spanked. And, hell, if he’d ever spanked a woman before, but for some reason she was making him want things he’d never stopped to even dream about. Well, maybe he’d dreamt about it, but he’d never done it.
“You like that? Just a little spank to get that gorgeous ass sensitive, that’s all it is, baby. It’s going to make us both come like never before.”
She groaned heavily and shoved back, raising her bottom up, and then bit her lip as she watched him. She was shy, he could tell, a little embarrassed, too, but he wasn’t stopping.
He brought his hand down again and grunted at how her pussy clenched on his dick. His eyes almost rolled back in his head. He wasn’t going to make it much longer.
“Oh, God, Russell.”
“Trust me, baby. This is so sexy, hot, so beautiful.” He smoothed a hand up from where he’d patted her ass to caress her all the way to her shoulder, then edged around to cup her breast, keeping his hips to a steady, slow rhythm while his other hand barely touched her sensitive clit. She was close again. “I want to fuck you like this for days, baby. Just like this.” He gave her all of him, burying his cock right to the hilt and shifted down to drive in even more.
“Russell! Oh, oh!”
“Tell me. Ask me. Beg me to make you come, baby.”
She bucked up, whimpering against his cheek, her mouth open and seeking his. He took her lips in a blistering kiss and felt her pussy clench. Without warning, he pinched her nipple and moved his mouth to bite her shoulder, shoving in hard, giving her one, two, three forceful lunges. He felt her body tighten. Her cries grew restless, hungry, and she tried to move her clit against his fingers.
He drove deep and stopped. “Say it, come on, darlin’. Play with the big boys, here.” Landing a heavy caress on her ass, he sucked on her delicate shoulder blade. Another brush of his hand on her bottom had her moaning, twisting, and trying to shove him back.
“Give it to me, give it to me.” Another firmer thrust, two more quick strokes of his fingers, and she reached back to grab him by the hair and tugged. He groaned but lowered his body firmly along her back to allow her to latch on to his lips. Her pussy felt like it cinched on him with each thrust of her tongue along his, almost like she was licking his cock instead of his mouth.
Damn, it was good. So good. And he could tell she was getting closer, so close it was killing him. Sweat poured off him, making them slick as he eased out until only the head of his cock remained inside her, teasing her while all he wanted was to drive in, hard and fast.
A frustrated sound erupted from her when he didn’t move. She tightened her hand in his hair and thrust back, trying to drive herself down his cock. She nearly managed it, but he grabbed hold of her waist and forced her still.
“Damn it, Russell, fuck me harder!”
He drove in as firmly as he could. Susan went wild. She tossed her hair and almost cracked her head on his chin. He groaned when she shoved back along his cock, meeting him in a rhythm that had them both nearing completion. Without warning, she turned her head and latched down on his shoulder with a bite that had him losing control. He came with an explosion that felt like his balls shot out a gallon of cum.
“Ah, fucking yeah! Bite me, baby. Just like that.”
She bucked under him, driving him in deeper, and bit down on his flesh. The jab of painful pleasure rushed through his system and he went completely mindless, wildly fucking her until they were both panting, breathless, and on the floor.
Suddenly dislodging him, she landed a smart smack on his ass. He jumped. And his cock swelled right back to full erection. Who knew?
“Russell, I’m not so sure you should have been smacking my butt like that.” She gripped his cock possessively and smacked his ass with her other hand.
A shiver shot up his spine. He fell back, spread-eagled on her floor, breathless and in heaven. She’d drained him. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Smiling, she crawled over his body so she could lean against him and rub her lips along his jaw. Her hair created a curtain, enclosing them in silk, and he felt at peace for the first time since he could remember.
“Mmm, maybe I want to play with this big boy, huh, darlin’?”
The air left his lungs. “Ah, baby, I’m a big boy, you can spank me harder than that.”
“Oh, Russell you are in for it now.”
Perfect. She was perfect.
Chapter Eleven
Russell woke up, barely conscious and so rested. He stretched tired, slightly sore muscles from marathon sex with her. She’d been so sweet, cuddled up to him all night, at least once he’d let her sleep. He’d clean forgotten he’d promised himself he’d talk to her about a few things.
Like the fear in her eyes.
And her sleeping in the U-Haul.
But she was tough to talk to. She seemed to have a sixth sense about when he wanted to discuss something serious and avoided any kind of topic he wanted to explore.
Already heavy and swollen, he reached for her but only encountered an empty bed. Half fearing he had dreamed up the day before, and the night too, he shot out of the covers, only to realise he was in her bed. But alone. He heard someone opening cabinets and drawers in the kitchen and his heart slowed down its pounding.
She w
as something. He slid out of bed, still a bit tired from all the sex they’d had. It took him some time to locate his bag under the bed, but he shoved his legs into a pair of sweatpants and padded down the hall to the kitchen in record time, rubbing his head in an attempt to wake his brain up. Maybe she was a morning person. He could adjust to that, surely.
When he turned the corner to the kitchen he stopped in his tracks. She was dressed in a pair of soft flannel pants with a white tank top. Pure lust flooded his system with a sharp enough jolt to wake him up better than any caffeine ever could.
“Hey, I—”
Susan gave a sharp gasp and spun around, her pink, slightly swollen lips parted in a surprised O. She staggered back a step and covered her chest with one hand. “Russell!”
He opened his mouth to ask her why she was out of bed, but his words died in his throat. She smiled, one of those sunbeam smiles that hit him right in the chest. The ones that made him want to turn around to see who she was so happy with. The next thing he knew she’d jumped into his arms, completely sure he’d catch her. She brushed kisses along his jaw, then wiggled out of his arms and danced back, all in a whirlwind of energy. Hell, she was a morning person.
“Good morning.”
He grunted, got a frown and blinked a few times. “Morning, baby.”
She gave him a look that suggested that wasn’t the nicest good morning, and he had better work on it.
He sat and admired her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She gave him a few quick glances while she bustled around the kitchen, but he couldn’t quite get his brain working. He leant back and watched, content for the moment to let her morning routine settle over him. She’d brushed her hair. It shone dark and glossy under the sunshine spilling in through the large windows lining the back of the house. She’d not put on an overhead light and he liked that about her, and her house. She didn’t need one, but some people seemed to use lights no matter what. She fiddled with something on the stove, then shot him a curious look before quickly turning back to whatever she was doing.
He gave the kitchen a glance and turned to examine the living room. Other than the mess they’d made of the couch cushions, the place was spotless.
Her bedroom was the same. Her bed had been perfectly made up when they’d torn into the thing. He grew stiffer just remembering how. Yeah, they’d got some use out of it. But it was the first use out of it. The sheets were new. Still smelt new. And the room didn’t have a Susan feel to it. There were some unanswered questions between them, ones he needed to clear up.
“Your house is pretty clean,” he began, and waited.
She paused and gave him a wrinkled nose look.
He ignored how cute that was. Instead, he said, “Your home. It’s pretty clean, Sunshine.”
She raised a delicate eyebrow, a smirk tipping her lips up, and said, “Why, thank you, I think.”
She was hedging. She knew exactly what he was talking about. That U-Haul shit was not going to continue. Sleeping outside? What the hell for?
With a grin she turned back to the stove, and he watched her stirring something in a bowl. The kitchen smelt delicious. Like the best breakfast smells all rolled into one with a dash of Little Miss Sunshine mixed in.
He was used to people telling him what he wanted to know. He’d even trained in it. Interrogation. Not his favourite, but nothing really had been his favourite being a SEAL, except the occasional reconnaissance. Sniper, he’d been a dead-on for, but asking questions over and over wasn’t his thing. He asked; he got answers. Pretty simple.
Not so with Little Miss Sunshine.
“Russell, do you like coffee? Juice? Milk? What do you drink?”
Her. “Coffee would be great. The place smells incredible.”
She beamed at him again and washed her hands off in the sink.
He felt like he was back in training. Only he had no idea if he was going to like what this little woman wanted to train him for. And he didn’t seem to be able to train her to his ways at all. He’d mentioned sleeping in, he was certain, before he’d finally let her sleep. But here she was, making breakfast. Up before him? After the workout he’d given them?
Worse, he was a man used to doing pretty much as he pleased. And having others do pretty much as he pleased, too. Obviously, he knew that didn’t work with women, but he was hoping for some things to go his way. And her doing what he said when it was important. For example, not buying a chainsaw or axe bigger than she was. And, hell, if she hadn’t bought both the chainsaw and the axe. He’d checked. He’d mangled the saw so she couldn’t use it, which was making him feel guilty. But this was different. She was pretty close to lying to him.
He shifted on the seat. “So, you were saying this place was a mess. I’d hate for you to see mine, if you think this is bad.”
His dig earned him another of her little frowns before she shrugged. “Well, we all think our places are a mess, right?”
He didn’t know what to say to that. She was sleeping in a U-Haul, and had been for a while. And it wasn’t because her house needed to be cleaned. She was full of fear. Radiated it under that soft smile and teasing words, but it was there. Not fear of him, though. For some reason she didn’t fear him. Odd, considering he was a scary guy to most. Who was he to grumble at that?
He was close to grumbling about other things. He wanted answers and wasn’t any closer to getting them. He knew some of it. She’d lost her father to cancer, moved here to start over. End of story. Like hell it was. Women didn’t do this, especially young women. Twenty-six years old, in a new state, new town, and new home? House, he amended. The movers had set it up. Irene had told Rob; Rob had told him. End of story. Right? Wrong—something was up. His instincts were fully engaged and zeroed in on her. He’d thought an abusive boyfriend might have explained her reluctance to talk and her fear, but she’d been a virgin on the pill.
Her house was decorated with a new bathroom, kitchen and garage.
The question wasn’t was she hiding anything; the question was how much, and why? Watching her now, he shifted on the seat, trying unsuccessfully to tame the hard-on punching out in protest at having her close and not touching her. She was beautiful. How could he push her on this? He wanted her to like him—who was he kiddin’? He wanted her to more than like him. He knew she liked him or she’d never have let him in the house. And he guessed she more than liked him or he’d never have got that first kiss in the hardware store, let alone near her bed, or her beautiful, luscious, sweet, intoxicating body.
Hell.
If he interrogated her, she was going to baulk at letting him do the things he wanted. Easy and gentle was not his way. Not at all. But one look at her soft, heart-shaped face and big blue eyes and he would try. Yeah, he’d try, because he needed to fuck her so bad he was wetting his sweatpants like some teenager.
He’d hoped for some morning fun, but then, considering she was new to sex and he was pretty sure he’d been too demanding last night, he was holding back. Or was trying to hold back. He was not a teenager. He was Ace Man—the ace was in the hole with him. He got the job done. Always. It was a done deal if they sent him in, and everyone knew it. It was one reason Maddock hadn’t liked his shrugging off his request to join them. It hadn’t been a chance at a few thousand bucks. His buddy needed him. But what could he do? He was still on this mission. She was right here in the kitchen with him.
He’d made it into her arms. Now, why did it feel like he was a long way from getting into her heart? It didn’t figure. She had been a virgin. Women were sentimental about that shit. He was, too, but he wasn’t going to show his hand if she wasn’t. And she wasn’t. It was frustrating. So, he’d blown Maddock off for this woman. Because she was his mission.
Her. All of her, not the mind-blowing sex. Not that the mind-blowing sex wasn’t going to continue—it was. And, if he had his way, it would get better each time. But he wanted her, Susan, her smile, her warmth all to himself. Selfish, yeah, but it was the truth.
That was another stumbling block in this plan. He wasn’t used to beautiful women. If he was honest with himself, they scared the hell out of him.
“Coffee, let’s see…” She punched a button on the coffee maker and a grinding sound filled the quiet kitchen. She shot him a happy look and said, “I still haven’t figured out how to make it ahead. You know? Set the timer thingy. I’m sure you need some, huh?”
“Yeah, sure, baby. I can help with that,” he offered and stood.
She shook her head and waved him back down. “Nah, later maybe, sit, sit.”
She was more than beautiful, she was gorgeous, but didn’t seem to give a shit about it. She didn’t play coy. She hardly wore makeup. She dressed sexily in his opinion, but he knew it wasn’t a red flag kind of sexy, to draw men like slobbering dogs after her. She wore what she liked. Jeans that hugged her ass and showed her hip bones and flat little stomach were frosting for him. For her, it was what felt comfortable. And that black lace thong he’d seen when she was eying the chainsaws? Sexier than any striptease he’d ever seen. And he had nearly killed Bud when the recruit had stared at her ass.
“So, yeah, baby, your house is pretty clean.”
She finally blinked, as if realising they had been staring at each other for a few moments, neither speaking.
“That sounds a bit like an accusation, but thanks.”
Thanks? Had he said aloud that she was sexy as hell? No, no, he hadn’t. He’d said this place was clean, though. He grunted a half laugh. She knew what he wanted. Well, not everything he wanted, he hoped. But he knew she was avoiding his dig for more information.
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