Tiffany gave no quarter, and he could let her gain an inch. They traded blows, her swinging at his head he blocked with his right arm, and he threw his knee at her side. Grabbing his leg, she threw her weight into his body, taking him to the ground. Brute force it is, he thought. He lifted her off him and tossed her across the floor. He hustled to follow her as Tiffany slid down the hallway. Her body suit—all black, that hugged her form like second skin—stopped him from getting a grip on it to choke her out.
But damn, he’d never seen a sexier sight in his life.
Breathing hard, she leapt to her feet and blood trickling from her lip. When Tiffany roared at him his cocked stiffened. She was a warrior princess, and he would bow the hell down, or get broken in the process. They met in the middle, punching and kicking, shredding each other. He blocked as many blows as were landed on him, and, after a few minutes, he felt the wear and tear of the battle. Warm blood slid down his cheek from cuts on his face, and his sides heaved. One side of her face was a bit more swollen and she favored her left side, but they fought on.
He could see it in her eyes, the determination to not fail, anger, and the real threat that it was very possible he’d lose his head. Stunned, and a little amazed at her strength, he didn’t block properly when Tiffany raced toward him and leapt into the air. Her legs locked around his throat and she used her momentum to swing around and flip him to the floor. She had him on the floor, locked into an armbar before he could react. Fucking beautiful. In the split second it took for him to lock his fingers together so his arm wouldn’t be extended fully, he realized two very important pieces of information. One, Tiffany was not a woman he was going to let go soon. Anybody who could fight like her was brilliant in his book, and he had to admit the woman made him more than hot. Two, when he escaped this arm bar, he was going to make sure she understood their attraction too.
With his locked fingers, he pushed against the inside of her top leg, the one pressing down over his neck, and forced it up and over his head. Then he put his feet flat on the ground and pushed up between her legs, his body bowing into half bridge so that all his weight was on that same leg he’d move. She wouldn’t be able to move that leg and put him back in the arm bar when he rolled into her. He used his feet to propel himself up and over, twisting his torso so that he was between her legs and her back was penned to the ground.
“You lose,” he teased.
She bucked against him, but he didn’t let her go.
“Get up,” she raged at him.
“You don’t like to lose,” he said, bending over her.
“I haven’t lost, and you bring that face any close I’m going to bite you.”
He lowered his face to hers, and rolled his hips against her. “Say what now?”
Her eyes dilated and her breath hitched.
“What are you doing?”
“I have a beautiful woman on my floor, she got my blood pumping with a fight, and my jaw is aching like a sombitch. The least you could do is kiss it better,” Cry Baby told her.
“You’re out of your mind!”
“Then tap out. Admit defeat, and I’m done.”
She growled at him and tossed her forehead at him. He was just a second shy of her breaking his nose.
“Spoilsport,” he admonished.
“The fight isn’t over yet.”
“Tap out, or I can make things worse.”
She smiled up at him, a devilish, taunting smile that took his breath away. “I’ll have you pinned and tapping in about ten seconds. Want to bet?”
“You’re on, hot stuff. You get me pinned and tapping, I’ll admit defeat, and you get to say you beat a SEAL. But if I win, I get my kiss.”
“A kiss? That’s it?” she asked, and her chuckled at the confused look on her face.
Wasn’t she aware of how beautiful she was? “A Kiss. That’s all I want.”
“You’re on,” she called out.
Chapter Five
Vixen
Tiffany’s heart pounded and she gulped air. Fighting Cry Baby had taken more out of her than she wanted to admit. Cry Baby wasn’t just an expert fighter, he was a considerate one. He hadn’t pulled his strikes, as much as she realized he hadn’t struck as often as he could have. It was a calculated move, but he’d been sure to show her when he could have done damage. Her response, attack full force and show him he didn’t have to make concessions for her.
Now she had ten—make that eight—seconds to win against the hulking brute. She bucked her hips, and her Kevlar covered vagina came into direct contact with thick, long male. God, he’s hung. She shook her head to clear it, but when she bucked her body again, it was more roll than savage thrust, and she couldn’t suppress a whimper.
“Five seconds, beautiful.”
He smiled and she was temporarily blinded. She had never, in her entire life, seen a man a sexy as him. It wasn’t in the perfection of his looks, or in the way he’d built his body. Instead, it was the package. He was great looking, with full lips and a daring smile that hinted at dangerous fun. His sharp white teeth nipped at his bottom lip and she felt her knees go weak. It was his eyes, though, that slayed her. He watched the world with utter confidence, held his shoulders stiff, and she knew he never thought he’d ever be lacking. He was the sort of man, through arduous work and perseverance, who’d survived everything life had thrown at him.
“Three…Two…One…”
Wait…What?
It didn’t matter. Everything exploded. She never got a single move off, and Cry Baby didn’t wait to claim his prize. His sinful, warm lips slid across her and she was paralyzed. Muscles locked and rigid, her entire world zeroed down to just the touch of his lips on hers. He was crushed against her body from groin to chest and his heat pulsed into her, in time with the subtle rocking of his head. Tiffany wasn’t a prude, and she’d had her share of dates. In her field of work, sometimes the dates she had been necessary to her job, but she had never, ever, been kissed the way she was kissed right then.
Cry Baby cradled her head and pulled her into his heat as he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. His sharp incisors pressed against the sensitive inner tissue and she moaned. She tasted coffee and hints of mint as he slipped his tongue against hers. She reveled in his sensual skill. It wasn’t so much that he did it with equal finesse and style, as much as the fact that he gave his all into it. His fingers speared into her hair, and tightened reflexively in the strands, pulling them ever so slightly. The tip of his nose danced along hers, and he sank into his kiss, his mouth fitting hers closer and closer with each turn of his head.
Cry Baby made love to her mouth when he kissed.
She should have pushed him away and asked him what he thought he was doing? She should have bit his tongue, to teach him to never touch her like that. The war going on silently around them meant more than a cheap roll on a hardwood floor after the emotional high of a fight. But the words didn’t ring true, and reducing his touch to cheap felt wrong. He’d been pressing his hips into hear earlier, but he kept them still now, and he rested his weight on his elbows on either side of her head. His musk, thicken with the scent of sweat, wrapped around her, and suddenly her temperatures skyrocketed. She needed out of the specialty suit made of Kevlar—for protection—and she wanted Cry Bay here to take it off.
She reached back and took one of his hands from her hair and directed it to the zipper underneath the neck patch. The design she’d had the suit built with looked like one solid covering, but she knew how to get out of it in her sleep. Cry Baby fiddled with it for amount before he found the tab and pulled the zipper down, slowly. Her pulse jumped with each inch he slipped down until she gasped into his mouth.
He smiled.
She felt it against her lips, and couldn’t help smiling back. But her smile melted into a groan as he kiss/sucked his way down the side of her neck. He let go of her hair and used both hands to peel away her form fitting suit. They said nothing, and the only sound that broke the si
lence was her moans as he nipped and kissed his way down her body. For every bit of her he exposed he used his tongue to memorize, stimulate, and sensitize it. Jesus, but she’d never had anyone take time like that. The callouses on his palms and fingertips scrapped her skin, reminders of the danger in his body, the skillset he possessed to crush as easily as mold. The edge of darkness in a man who could kill tempted her, but she wouldn’t be the only one losing her clothes.
Satisfied that she wouldn’t be breaking away from Cry Baby until she had everything she wanted, she regained her footing and pushed up with her hips. This time he let her flip him, never missing a beat, and he pushed the suit down over her hips. She was bare beneath the suit, and he palmed the cheeks of her ass in sure hands as she straddled him.
“I like being on top,” she said.
He didn’t answer her verbally, instead he pushed her hips tighter to his groin and rolled under her. Top or bottom, it wouldn’t matter, Cry Baby was a man who controlled his situation. James. She tried his name on her tongue, and liked how it sounded.
“James,” she gasped aloud, and his pupils dilated.
The muscles in his chest bunched and flexed as she dug her fingers in. He was so strong, powerfully made, and between her legs. The rush of that mixture warmed her to the core.
“Say it again,” he demanded. His lifted and sucked on nipple into his mouth, a dare and threat wrapped into one.
“James.”
The world spun and then lifted, and it took her seconds to realize that he’d flipped and gotten up, all while carrying her and never releasing her nipple. She cradled his head against her chest as he walked through his home. Despite not being about to see around her, he moved with sure strides across his floor and dropped with her on the bed.
“Memorized the layout?” she asked, breathless.
A ruddy color highlighted his cheeks for a moment. “It’s much less cool when you know what I did instead of being in awe.”
She chuckled. “How many steps from the front door to the bed?”
“Depending on the route, between sixty-six and one hundred and three.”
He stripped her suit off and his jeans pressed against her wet folds. “Natural weapons of the body?”
“Knife edge of the hand, protruding second knuckle of the fist, fingers bent at the second joint, elbow, knees, and teeth.”
He answered without thought, second nature to an elite trained soldier, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. His very knowledge—the skills he had— added to her desire for him.
“What weapon is the SIG-Sauer P320 succeeding?” she asked.
He frowned down at her. “The Beretta M9. What dos that have to do with anything?”
She fiddled with his belt in answer, so turned on she needed to feel his skin closer. She jerked the leather from his belt loops and tossed it away before she popped open the button of his fly.
“Because,” she said between kisses everywhere she could reach. “You.” A kiss to the inside of his arm. “Are.” Another to his chest. “Sexy.” This time she nipped his flesh. “As.” She tongued her way to his nipple. “Hell.”
He groaned as she palmed his cock and squeezed.
“I’m the first woman you’ll ever have that can take anything you throw at her, big boy. You don’t have to play nice.”
Chapter Six
Cry Baby
He lost whatever thoughts he’d had about taking Tiffany to bed, for just this moment, and moving on with his life. Tiffany Cannon, SIS Agent, and the sexiest woman he’d met in his existence, just hooked a SEAL, and he wouldn’t let her go. Her smooth skin slid across his and he swore he’d never touched anything so soft. His cock thickened and his head was fuzzy, but he had enough presence of mind to kick off his pants.
Aye, Dios mio y la Virgen María, he thought, as his bare cock met her hot pussy. Suit up, Sailor, he cautioned himself and reach passed their groping bodies to this nightstand drawer. She bit his lip and raked her nails down is sides as he searched for a condom and cursed every star in the sky before his fingers closed around a foil packet.
“Get inside me, James. Fuck me.”
“Feisty little thing,” his whispered against her lips.
“I know what I want,” she said and gripped his cock. “And this is it.”
He chuckled, low in his throat, and slipped the condom on his aching length. “No playing nice?”
Her eyes widened as he gripped the insides of her knees and forced her legs up and out. She shook her head instead of answering. Just as well, he wanted to hear her scream. He angled his hips, and sucked in air at the first wet touch of her cunt around him, then all bets were off. He slammed into her, with one sure thrust, and claimed every inch. She gripped him tight, her walls rippling around his girth.
“Let me in, all the way,” he crooned.
When he circled his hips, she whimpered. “Big. Dammit, you’re big.”
“But you like it, don’t you? You like all that cock inside of you.”
He shacked her throat and squeezed his fingers just enough to put pressure on her airways. Her pussy clenched further and he groaned. Cry Baby was a SEAL, he’d lived a virile life, where women threw themselves at him. A man in the military meant security and structure, and a SEAL? Well in California that was bragging rights and a chance at an exotic lifestyle. They didn’t understand the stress, the way of life, or the fact that he might be gone most of the time. They couldn’t understand the nightmares or the darkness rolling through him.
And an added issue for Cry Baby? They didn’t understand why he cried, where his name even came from. But Tiffany, bucking beneath him, eyes half-mast, whispering naughty things she wanted him to do, right then, harder, and more, blew all that away. They’d met on the battlefield in the Balkans, returned to the States and had their own skirmish here. Some people may not understand, hell, he barely did, but for him, he figured he’d be just as screwed as Heim was the moment he saw Katya.
Whether he wanted it or now, Tiffany claimed his undivided attention.
“Harder, James. Make it hurt.”
So be it.
He hooked her legs over the insides of his elbows and curled around her. Nearly folded in half, her pussy was wide open and direct line down under him. She’d have to take everything he could give, and she wouldn’t be able to run away. He braced himself on the bed on his palms and slid onto his knees for more leverage. And then he let lose. He pummeled into her, not holding back, and she swallowed everything. Their bodies slapped together, wet sounds filling the room with each thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed, and it urged him on. Her wetness spilled out of her and down his thighs and filled the air with sex.
“Grip the cover above you head, and don’t let go,” he ordered.
She flung her head from side to side, but did as he asked. The movement stretched and forced her back to arch so that her breasts were lifted towards his mouth. They were perfect. The dark nipples stood out stiff and he licked over them both in one swipe. With each thrust they jiggled and he tasted what he could reach. The underside of her breasts tempted him, the velvet texture of her areola teased him, and her nipples the signals with which he realized her pleasure. She turned his body into a live wire, and each shaft of pleasure raced through him and vibrated with intensity.
He needed to get closer.
He wrapped his arms around her and jerked her to him as he buried his face between her breasts. Once she was secured, he sat up and let her straddle his hips.
“Feet flat on the bed,” he told her.
“Bossy man, aren’t you?” she asked. Laughter danced in her pleasure filled gaze as she tossed back his earlier words.
He could join her game. “I know what I want,” he told her. “And this is it.”
He gripped her hips to stabilize her and jerked his hips up. The motion forced his cock in deep, and she squeaked.
“Didn’t you want me deep? To do it harder? Your wish is my command.”
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He slammed up to her again and her head lolled back. “What are you doing?”
“Right there? Am I hitting that spot?”
“Yes. Oh my god. Oh my god. Please. Please.”
A gush of wetness covered his groin and he looked down to where their bodies connected. Her cunt tightened on him and, as he pushed into her again, liquid sluiced from her core.
“My girl’s a squirter,” he said, in amazement.
His entire world shrank to producing the phenomena again. He watched her pussy swallow his cock as he slid in and out of her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned incoherently, but all of that was just background noise compared to what he wanted to give her.
“Wet me up, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
The blare of his phone ringing made him curse a blue streak.
“Ignore it, don’t stop. Make me come again,” she begged.
And he did, he fucked her and ignored the incessant ringing. He touched her everywhere and felt his balls tighten up with pleasure. Every stroke was a fire to his gut, and he’d never seen anything as beautiful as her coming all over him.
Then his fucking phone rang, again, and this time he recognized the tone.
“Dammit,” he roared.
Tiffany wrapped her legs around his waist like a vice grip and held him inside of her. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“I have to take this,” he told her.
“You stop and I’ll slit your throat.”
“It’s Command,” he told her.
She gave him a sultry smile. “I didn’t say don’t answer your phone. I said don’t stop.”
Cry Baby groaned as he got up from the bed, carrying her with him, and fished out his phone from his fatigue pockets. The crazy woman bucked on his cock the whole time, biting her lips to stifle her moaning.
“Cry Baby here, verifying on a secure line.”
“Nestor Ivanov was found dead in his cell before transport. Your team is requested to come in for briefing and questioning.”
“Questioning?”
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