My heart thumped with terror. My stomach lurched, and I thought I'd be sick. I struggled beneath him as he shoved his hand slightly up, his fingers jutting against my nose. I couldn't breathe!
The next few moments were a blur as I was losing consciousness. The sound of wood shattering was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
*
"Lexa? Lexa, baby, wake up. You're safe."
Ian's soothing voice pulled at me, forcing me to blink open my eyes. I glanced around, surprised to see that we were outside. Beams of light bounced from soldier's flashlights as they moved about the compound's exterior, guiding occupants towards waiting vehicles. The occasional ratta-tat-tat of gunfire reverberated in the background.
"What happened?"
"It’s over."
"But how did we get out here?"
Concern washed over his face, "Are you sure you want to talk about this now?" He caressed my face, then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
I nodded as my chin trembled. Tears instantly started to pool, then drip down the sides of my face. "Conrad tried to..." My voice faltered, and I choked back a sob.
"But he didn't. He didn't get that far." Ian pressed his lips to my temple, "I have never been more worried in my whole entire life as I was when I heard you screaming." He brushed his lips across my face, kissing away my tears.
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for."
"Yes. I do. I shouldn't have gone out by myself like that. I just thought I could help."
"You did help, sweetheart."
"No!" I protested. "I didn't! I was reckless and foolish. I could have gotten us both killed."
"But you didn't, and we are both safe. You've saved a lot of people by exposing that bastard for what he was."
"Where is he?"
"Dead."
I gasped and hiccupped at the same time. "Dead? Did you..."
"I would have. I don't think I would have stopped beating him until he was dead if his soldiers hadn't pulled me off of him."
"Then how?"
"They came in and yanked me off of him. As they were dragging me away, that other girl grabbed one of their guns and shot him. He fell back through that big window behind the desk. One of our guys doing surveillance saw him fall. That's when they stormed in. Conrad's guys didn't even put up a fight. From what we understand so far, most of these people were oblivious to what he was doing."
I buried my face against his chest, "Can we go home now?"
He pressed his lips against the top of my head. "Yes, as soon as it's light. But we have to make a detour first."
"To where?"
He pulled back and looked me in the eye. A warm smile stretched across his mouth, "Oh, a little farmhouse not too far from here."
"Why?"
"Because Piper and Brady stopped off at where Piper used to live nearby to pick up some things to take back to the camp. Guess who was staying at the house?"
I tensed, "Who..."
"Ashlyn."
"What! Really?"
"Yes. I thought you'd like to invite her to the wedding."
"Wedding? But we haven't really talked about it..."
"What’s to talk about? I'm marrying you tomorrow, Lexa." He smothered my mouth with his and kissed me until I was breathless.
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An excerpt from “Illict Affection” (A sexy F/M/M ménage)
"Darling." He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. "It's okay Lydia. It's nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you." He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.
I tried to look down, but he wouldn't allow it. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want him."
With great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. "I only want you," I replied.
"Liar," he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he'd been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. "You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart."
"Rogan, please," I begged.
He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.
"My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing," he said gregariously. "All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy."
"Rogan! You're drunk," Jude exclaimed.
"Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife's pussy, and I am going to watch."
I shuddered, feeling as if my knees were about to give out. Instinctively, my fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt; sweat beaded against the back of my neck. "You don't have to do this," I whispered breathlessly.
"But he wants to," Rogan said, after taking another long sip from his glass.
Jude stared up at me from where he sat on the sofa, his gaze questioning. It was as if he were silently asking my permission.
I wet my lips nervously, still tasting Rogan's kiss. Some deep, dark part of me wanted this; was thrilled by this opportunity to have another man touch me there. Intimately. Just the thought of it was enough to send a jolt of desire sweeping through my body. I could feel the heat between my thighs and knew I was moist.
'Surely he will stop this before it goes too far,' I thought, laying the blame back on my husband. I did not want to deal with the consequences of what might happen later, after the moment. I didn't want to think of it, of what it might mean for Rogan and I. I could only anticipate the feel of Jude's tongue, and the touch of his hands. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I gave Jude a nod of my head, giving him permission to do as my husband offered.
Jude never broke eye contact with me as he grazed his hands along my calves. His touch felt like wild electricity sparking within, causing waves of heat and pinpricks of sensation everywhere he touched me. Slowly, his hands kneaded into my skin, massaging gently. He moved them higher, just above my knees.
All I could do was stand there and concentrate on not collapsing to the ground. He slid to the edge of the sofa while inching his hands higher, beneath my skirt, rolling it up.
'This isn't happening,' I told myself as I felt his fingers at the edge of my panties. He curled them around the waistband and pulled them down. I braced myself against his shoulder with one hand as I stepped out of them. He pushed my thighs apart and suddenly his face was inches from my wet heat. I could smell my arousal and became embarrassed by it. Fever flushed my cheeks as I felt him give the slightest of licks along the crease of my shaved pussy lips.
I groaned and tightened my fingers into his shoulder.
Instead of deepening the intimate kiss, he grazed his lips down to my thighs and kissed them. His tongue was everywhere but that one sensitive place that I wanted it. The anticipation stoked a roaring fire deep in my belly. My body was tense and taut, every nerve ending stretched with want.
He teased me for what felt like an eternity, until I was moaning loudly for more, "Please, please," I begged.
Rogan's seductive, commanding voice forced my attention to him. "Tell him what you want, sweetheart." His tone was husky. Excited.
"I want him to lick me." I half groaned, half pleaded.
"Where? Tell him where you want to be licked," Rogan commanded.
"I want..." I hesitated, having a hard time saying the words.
"Tell him."
"I want him to lick my pussy," I barely managed to whisper.
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