by Honey Jans
"Easy, Babe, take it slow.” He slowly started to withdraw, and then rock back into her.
Melanie arched up to meet his strokes, taking more of him. He was huge. “More,” she moaned, as his hot cock filled her. He rocked into her, harder and deeper, until they both gasped. “Oh yes.” She wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper, and wincing, but not letting him go.
He lost control, surging into her, again and again, until she tightened, coming, shouting his name. He surged into her once more and exploded, coming hard and fast, tight against her cervix. When he eased off her, pulling her close, Melanie snuggled against him, sated and dazzled. It was everything she'd dreamed of.
Ace stroked Melanie's supple back, enjoying the feel of her soft curves tucked tight against his body. It'd been a hell of a day and she'd made it brighter. He held her close, feeling possessive.
"Come on,” he said, rousing her, forcing himself to let go of her breast as he rolled out of bed. He looked down at her, flushed from their lovemaking, and knew he was a lucky man. He bent to scoop her up.
"Where are you taking me?” she asked, clinging to him.
Ace felt honored by the affection and trust he saw in her eyes. At least she trusted him in the bedroom. “You'll see,” he said, shouldering his way into the bathroom with her snuggled in his arms. Her breasts tantalized him, the nipples hardening, rubbing against his chest, and making his mouth water with the need to taste her tempting strawberry tits. Hell, she'd tasted sweet all over. He switched on the large walk-in shower, making the spray a little cooler than he liked. He had a sneaking suspicion ice cubes in the North Pole couldn't cool him off when she was with him.
He stepped under the spray with her. He set aside his line of questioning, and instead, luxuriated in the sensual feel of the woman in his arms, as water cascaded over and around them. She closed her eyes in seeming bliss, his cock stiffened again, and he groaned. Would he never get enough of this blonde siren? Probably not, he decided, letting her slip down his body to stand before him.
"That's nice,” she said, rubbing her nipples across his chest. He spread his feet shoulder-length apart, and pulled her wet curves into his body. “Oh yeah,” he agreed.
She shimmied against him, making him crazy. Reaching behind her, he gave her a sharp spank, so he could think. She pouted up at him, blushing, her body radiant. Her lush lips were tempting him. He was in deep trouble. “Behave now, so I can wash you."
"Yes, Sir,” she said unrepentantly.
He soaped up a washcloth, and swirled it over her lovely body, paying special attention to her tempting tits, watching them tremble, as she inhaled a shaky breath. He rubbed the terry cloth over her nipples, and they beaded, as her knees wobbled. She moaned, leaning into him.
"No fair. How come you don't have to behave?"
"Do you want me to stop?” he asked, stilling the washcloth.
"No. Please don't stop.” She pressed into him.
"I won't,” he said gently, and then turned her around, and spread her feet apart.
"Let's scrub that saucy bottom."
"I'd rather have you take it."
He smiled at her eagerness, his heart tripping a beat. She was hot, adventurous, and altogether perfect for him, but she wasn't ready. He teased her tight portal with a soapy finger. “All in good time. Arch your back, Sugar."
"But when?” she asked.
He bit back a groan as she pushed her cute butt out at him, and slipped a finger inside, making her gasp. “Fuck yourself on my finger. Try it out.” She froze for a minute, and then arched back riding his finger, her tight back passage pulling at him. He groaned, his stiff cock bobbing. She moaned, arching her back to give him better access. He restrained himself. If he spanked her, he'd fuck her. Instead, he reached out to adjust the body spray, aiming it at her stiff clit. She let out a cry, her backside clutching at his finger as she came. He supported her when her knees wobbled, his finger coming free of her ass. He held her tight until she came back to Earth.
Melanie turned to lay her head on Ace's shoulder, enjoying his touch, the slippery feel of his body against hers. She'd wanted a dream lover, but he was way beyond her expectations. “That was—"
"Sexy,” he filled in.
"Earth shattering.” She lapped at his nipples, drinking a droplet of water off his skin. His cock pressed hot and hard against her slick thigh. “It's your turn,” she said, stepping close enough to let his erection slip between her thighs. It rubbed hot and tantalizing against her mound.
"No.” He pulled back. “You're too sore."
"So? Spank me later,” she said, taking advantage of his retreat by fisting his cock. He growled, thrusting into her hands, while he scowled at her. She wrapped both hands around his hot cock to hold him. “Let's see if water power works on you.” She took the handheld spray, and aimed it at his cock while jacking him off. He groaned, and his balls grew tight against his body.
She watched, fascinated and, playing a hunch, aimed the spray at them. Ace hissed in reaction, his cock leaking pre-cum.
"Interesting,” she said, pleased with her experiment.
"Stop teasing the bear,” he groaned, but throbbed in her gasp.
She laughed, and kept fisting him harder, as she moved the spray to his anus. He shook, letting out a roar, and spurted. “And I think we just found the sweet spot,” she said, crowing with delight.
"Don't get any ideas,” he growled, his cock spurting.
She sank down to capture him in her mouth. She drew on his cock, taking it deeper in her mouth. She sucked, breathing deep, felt him tremble and give her everything he had. She drew on him, draining him, and licking him clean. She looked up to find Ace gazing at her with wonder.
He pulled her to her feet “Where did you learn that?"
"My personal library. You're the first chance I've had to put it into practice.” His gaze smoldered at the last statement.
"And I'd better be the only."
His possessive statement thrilled her, but she wasn't fooling herself that she could keep him for long. When the mission was over, they would be over too. She saw his irked expression and knew her silence bugged him. Good. It might be good to keep him guessing. Her eyes widened when he slapped off the taps, growled and bodily pulled her out of the shower.
"Now get this, Sugar. I won't share you with anyone. You're mine,” he insisted, bending to kiss her.
"I'm yours,” she agreed with a sigh, as his mouth claimed hers. She rubbed her tingling nipples against him, drawn into his possessive embrace. His tongue swept into her mouth, mating with hers, as his hands swept down her slick back to cup her ass and squeeze. She moaned, pressing tight to him, her sex throbbing, as his cock stirred.
He broke the kiss to rub his manhood against her. “You belong to me, Melanie, say it,” he hissed.
"I belong to you,” she agreed, with a pleasured whimper, rocking against him, watching his silver eyes darken. When he set her back on her heels and reached for a towel, she let out a whimper of complaint. His stern glance silenced her as he dried her off. It felt surreal to have him pamper her, take care of her, spank her, but he did it so well. Rubbing a towel over her hair, he made her scalp tingle as he was touching her, then he finger combed her hair back behind her ears.
He smiled, seeing her dazzled gaze, bent to give her a quick kiss, and a teasing smack on the bottom. “Playtime is over, Sugar. Now let's talk."
She blushed. She didn't particularly want to talk. Nevertheless, she took his hand, and let him waltz her back into the bedroom. Gazing at the rumpled bed, she ached to be back in it with him. Things were so simple when they let their bodies do the communicating. A ring followed by loud Tehana music coming from the general direction of her abandoned clothes on the floor broke through her bliss.
"What the fuck?” Ace grumbled.
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Chapter 11
Melanie wanted to die as she heard the cell phone in her shorts pocket ring a
gain. Somehow, she'd forgotten all about it. She sent Ace an apologetic look, but she was too late as he stalked over to her shorts, which were crumpled on the floor where she'd lost them when he spanked her. He bent to pull the cell phone out of her pocket. His arched brow as he lifted the phone to his ear and looked at her said it all. Traitor. She wanted to die, or at least explain, but his suddenly closed off look said he wouldn't listen.
"Que pasa?” he mumbled into the phone in a Columbian accent.
Her jaw dropped at the dead on imitation. It seemed he could throw off his Texas twang when he wanted to.
"Si,” he said hanging up.
He turned to frown at her. “Raul was looking for you,” he bit out.
She winced. “I was going to tell you about the cell phone he foisted on me."
"Foisted,” he said with a smirk. “Tagged you with would be a better term.” He flipped the phone over and examined it. “And it's not a cell phone."
"What do you mean it's not a cell phone?” she asked, bewildered.
"Have you seen any cell towers?"
"Well, no,” she said, realizing he was right.
"It's a sat phone. Not as good as the one I used to have. Your Raul has to have pretty good connections to have one."
"As in spy connections,” she said, appalled.
"Nothing official, but the agencies recruit local troops from time to time."
"You said he's tagged me. There's a tracking device?"
"A basic GPS is probably built into the unit. Why'd you do it, Melanie?"
"If that isn't a bunch of misanthropic bullshit,” she snapped back at him. “I saw you on the pay phone, liar, and I know that pledge you made me take meant nothing to you. It was only then I doubled back and got the cell phone away from them. And yes, I called my old boss, Dot. So you can get over your sulking and leave me if you want. I don't need you anymore. Dot will rescue me."
"She will, huh,” he said, doubtfully trying to wrap his mind around her words. He wanted to shout for joy because she hadn't betrayed him, at least in her mind.
"Of course, she will,” she said with a sniff.
He weakened when he thought he detected tears, but then he told himself to suck it up. Getting soft wouldn't get the job done. “That doesn't explain why you took the phone with you."
"I tried to give it back when I heard you coming, but then the guy stuffed it into my shorts pocket and I couldn't very well retrieve it in front of you."
"You thought I'd go ballistic."
Her eyes narrowed. “I knew you'd go ballistic."
Ace couldn't help softening toward her. She was so cute glaring up at him. And he had kept her in the dark.
Her chin raised a notch. “As long as we're confessing, Cowboy, how about a little quid pro quo? Who did you call?"
"You're not going to believe it,” he said watching her frown. “I was talking to my mother.” He watched her jaw drop and grinned. “Bet you weren't expecting that."
"You can also bet I don't believe it. I doubt you've even got a mother."
"As a matter of fact I don't,” he said, seeing her shock at his words. “My mother split on me when I was ten. I was talking to my foster mother. She answered the phone when I called Clark at 123 Logistics. I figured he could give us some inside information. He's got links to the agencies, but he's on the outside."
"So he's a PI."
"He prefers the term private consultant. And seeing as how he's damned good, I let him get away with it."
"And why was your foster mother there?” she asked, watching him. “Ah, you and Clark are foster brothers."
Ace was taken aback by her astuteness, but not really surprised. “Yup. I didn't expect her to be there, she was supposed to be on a honeymoon cruise."
"She give you a hard time?” she asked, smiling.
"What do you think?” He rolled his eyes. “How about you?"
"After she realized I was okay, Dot wanted to lead a group to beat up Jeb.” Melanie grinned adding, “Then she asked me if you were good looking."
His eyes widened at the question. “And what did you say?"
Her smile widened. “That if you liked tight assed, military style, ghost agents you were a dream."
"And do you?"
She rolled her eyes. “Like your ego stroked, do you? Yeah I do, but don't get a swelled head about it."
He nodded, and started to get dressed. “You'd better put some clothes on."
"Are we leaving?"
He slanted her a forbidding look. “I'm leaving. You'll be safer here."
"You can't go out there alone. They'll kill you."
He cupped her cheek. “I'll be fine, Sugar. You keep this warm for me.” He patted her bottom.
"No. You are not leaving me behind."
There was a tap on the door, and she wrapped a towel around herself, embarrassed. He opened it to admit Rosa and Andre from the bar.
"What's up?” Rosa said, puzzled.
"We've got company coming,” Ace said, easing out into the hall to talk to Hector.
Melanie stood there frozen, feeling terrible for bringing this trouble to them. Rosa popped into the room, tossing her a frown as she saw her wrapped in a blanket.
"I brought you some clothes,” she said, putting a bundle on the dresser.
"Thanks.” She wanted to apologize, but knew Rosa wouldn't listen.
"I thought you were going to bring him good luck,” Rosa said forlornly.
"But we don't, I mean we don't have that kind of relationship,” she said, clutching the blanket to her as she heard the men go downstairs.
"Don't you?” Rosa said doubtfully.
"He's going to leave me at the end of the mission. So no, we don't.” She heard the men's footsteps go down the stairs. “Where are they going?” She turned to see Rosa's sad smile.
"To take care of business."
Melanie gasped, terrified. “But he could get killed. I told him to wait..."
"Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” Rosa said briefly. “Then we'll see what we can do."
Melanie frowned as the other woman left the room. She slipped into fresh undies and a yellow sundress Rosa had brought her, seeing that they fit like a glove. How could she help Ace? She wouldn't be sure until she talked to Rosa and found out what his game plan was.
She slipped into shoes and ran down the stairs, stopping when she saw the party still raging below. A couple in the corner were practically making love on a stool, reminding her of the clinch she'd just shared with Ace. The thought made her steam up. She had to make up for what she'd done. Save him. But where the hell was Rosa? She glanced around the room but her hostess was nowhere in sight. Neither was Hector, and she realized he was out there with Ace risking his neck. She really had fucked up, but she could learn from her mistake.
Sighing, she turned and headed for the kitchen. Maybe Rosa was hiding out in there. She walked into the warm homey feeling kitchen, the aroma of supper still redolent in the air. Rose stood at the stove where a teakettle merrily whistled with steam. Melanie frowned at her. How could she stand there calmly making tea when they needed to act? “I'm here, let's get moving."
Rosa turned to look at her. “Good, they fit. I haven't lost my eye yet."
Melanie colored as the madam looked her over, remembering her manners. “Yes. Thank you for the change of clothes. I really appreciate it."
"De nada,” Rosa said with a smile. “Get out two teacups, will you please."
Melanie did as she said, hoping she was making the tea for customers so they could get on with saving Ace. She lifted the two painted teacups out of the cupboard and took a moment to look at her pleasant surroundings. Rosa apparently loved bright primary colors and they looked perfectly at home here with the hand painted tiles. You'd never guess there was a bordello in the next room. Who'd have thought Mexican tiles and English china teapots would go together? Obviously Rosa did.
"About Ace?"
"Take a seat,” Rosa said, spooning
tea leaves into the pot.
Melanie obeyed, a sinking feeling washing over her. Rosa wasn't going to help her. Should she act on her own? Look at how disastrous that had turned out. She had to gather Intel, and she was good at it. “Okay I'm sitting. Tell me, where did Ace go?"
"To ditch the jeep and the phone. Don't worry he'll be back.” Rosa turned to give her a stern glance. “He told me to tell you to sit tight, and that's a direct order from your master."
Melanie bristled at her words.
"I told him that would piss you off. But he said you could handle it."
Blushing, Melanie nodded, not knowing what to say. “He did, huh? How about if I just leave and save his macho ass for him?"
"I wouldn't recommend it.” Rosa gave her a grim smile. “You wouldn't want to make him careless because he was worried about you. Get him killed."
She felt the wind leave her sails at Rosa's words. “I screwed up, brought this trouble down on us. It's my fault."
"Funny that's what he said."
"What?” she asked, shocked.
"He said he'd brought it down on you by trying to keep you in the dark, that he should have been more open with you. You're both singing the same tune."
Was it possible he really meant it, was softening toward her? “He did, huh? Tell me more."
"They do tend to be hard-headed, but Ace always comes through. Have a little faith in him."
She looked at Rosa, noting the strange dichotomy of the madam in a frilly apron and wondered for a minute if she could take her. Sanity prevailed and she fought back the desire to walk out, knowing it would be suicidal to both of them.
"Join me in a cup of Earl Grey, and I'll tell you all I can about the care and feeding of one Ace Malone."
Melanie nodded, not having much choice. Besides, she was dying to know more about Ace, and Rosa knew plenty. Maybe she could pump her for information. She watched Rosa scoop loose-leaf tea out of its house-shaped caddy and dropped it into a purple and green swirled teapot. Pouring the boiling water over the leaves, she took a long sniff of the aroma of Earl Grey. It was just like having tea with Dot. Almost, she amended, giving Rosa a sidelong glance. She hadn't quite categorized her yet, but she did find her likeable. “Yeah, how much care and feeding have you given him?"