Blackstone's Heart (Blackout Security Inc. Book 1)

by Michelle Kee

  Krista snorted then took a swig of her beer. "Um, duh. His rifle falling three stories was proof of that Mr. Obvious."

  "Smart ass."

  "Thank you."

  "Anyway. Cain and Jimmy have the rifle now. They will cooperate with PD to see if the bullets from today match the ones from outside the UPS store."

  She nodded. For a long time, they sat there on the sofa. After finishing their beers, Ethan just held her. Krista could sense that today had rattled him. It wasn't just the fact this guy had shot at them. It was more about the fact that he had the balls to come onto Blackout's turf and do it. She eased his head down onto her shoulder and started running her fingers through his hair.

  "Babe, I want you to listen to me. I know today struck a nerve, a big one. I get it. He came on your turf and hurt another of your guys. But if you can't stay focused you're giving him more ammo against you, against us. We can't give him that kind of power Ethan. He wants to make his point? Well, let's make ours. We stand together. You, me and Blackout. We put up a united front." She said softly.

  Ethan turned his head slightly and laid a soft kiss against her neck. "When did you become so smart?"

  Krista giggled. "I've always been smarter than you boys. You and my brothers just refused to see it."

  Chuckling, Ethan shifted his hold on her. He stood and headed for the stairs. He walked straight through his bedroom and into his spacious bathroom. Krista had to admit, next to his bedroom, Ethan's bathroom was probably her next favorite room. It was a beautiful space of blue and white tile. A sunken garden tub took up almost the whole left side of the room. Then there was his shower.

  God she loved it. The front was a wall of frosted teal glass bricks. He had four shower heads that felt magnificent washing over her. Course she also found it felt even better when he had her pinned to said glass wall screwing her brains out too.

  Ethan sat her on the toilet seat and moved to the tub. She watched his back muscles rippling under the tight t-shirt he wore as he turned on the taps. Even pissed he was a breath stealing piece of masculine perfection. After he had the water heated to his pleasure he moved back to her, pulling her to her feet.

  Without a word, he began stripping her. Though it was a simple gesture, Krista felt her breath hitching and her heart speeding up. There was such an intimacy and reverence to the act that it floored her. She was unable to look away from his steel gray eyes. The room was silent but for the running water and her ragged breaths.

  As the last stitch of cloth was removed, a sudden feeling of vulnerability came over her. Something in his eyes made her feel stripped completely bare. Not in a bad way, but it was something new to her. She had never felt this way with any man. He once more scooped her into his arms and carried her to the nearly full tub. Gently, as if she was made the finest crystal, he lowered her into the water before turning off the taps.

  The instant she hit the steaming water she moaned. The adrenaline of the day finally wearing off and the crash was setting in. Her eyes drifted closed when she laid her head back against the edge. The heat seeped into her body, easing her tired muscles. She barely registered when Ethan slipped in beside her.

  "You okay?"

  Krista opened one eye. "I'm getting there."

  Ethan shifted them so that he was behind her, reclining against his hard chest. Krista whimpered in ecstasy as his calloused hands started massaging her shoulders. "Ohh. That feels good."

  "Just relax baby." He whispered, his tongue teasing the shell of her ear.

  As Krista relaxed a different type of heat began filling her. She felt her nipples start pebbling with each pass of his hands over her body. Soft mewing noised were coming from her mouth now. Her body was no longer under her control, but his.

  "Hmmm. That's it Krista, let me make you feel good."

  "Please Ethan."

  "Yes. I'm going to make you feel REALLY good."

  Krista gasped and her back arched as one of his hands slipped between her legs and finding her clit. The other was busy cupping one of her breasts, plucking at the harden nipple. Ethan's lips found her pulse at her neck, caressing it with his tongue. Krista's hips started moving in time with his hand, rocking against his thumb that was stroking her nub.

  "Feel good?" He whispered.

  "Yes. So good. More." She panted.

  "Like this?" He asked slipping two fingers slowly inside of her.

  "Ethan!" She cried.

  His mouth fused hotly to hers while his fingers moved in and out of her and his thumb continued its slow torture of her clit. His other arms wrapped around her keeping her pinned to his chest. She was helpless but to take his assault. She was already feeling the build of her climax. It was coming faster and she couldn't stop it, though she tried.

  "No Krista. Let it come. I want you to come for me. Don't fight it baby."

  "Oh god. Ethan, I want..."

  "Come for me Krista. Come now."

  She screamed as her release crashed over her like a tidal wave. It was so fast and so fierce that her whole body seized in his arms. Trembling, her short nails digging into the arms that held her in place. All she could do was ride the wave and let him anchor her. It felt like an eternity before she finally came down, her breath labored.

  "Mmm, I love watching you come for me Krista."

  "That...wow. That was amazing."

  Laughing Ethan released her. He reached toward the side and grabbed the soap. Lathering his hands, he began washing her. Slowly and methodically he washed her gorgeous body before going to work on her magnificent hair. He loved her hair. How it sometimes looked almost golden in the sunlight, the softness when it brushed against his skin.

  He especially loved when Krista would use her hair to tease him when they made love. Once she was thoroughly washed and rinsed, he quickly took care of himself. He pulled the plug, stood and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and helped her stand. Bundling her in the fluffy cotton, he slowly dried her. He handed her another towel for her hair before drying himself.

  With the towel wrapped around his waist he once more picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Sitting her on the edge of his bed, he went to the dresser and grabbed her brush. Krista merely lifted a brow when he signaled for her to turn around so she was facing the headboard.

  "Are you going to brush my hair?" She asked, holding in a giggle.

  "You're damned right I am. I love your hair Krista."

  "Wow, you really are in a mood tonight. I don't think I've ever seen this side of you before." She said.

  "That a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked as he began combing through her dark golden locks.

  "I don't know yet. I will admit it's nice being pampered by you." She replied with a smile.

  "That's what I want. To pamper you. To love you." He stated.

  ***

  For nearly fifteen minutes, Ethan sitting behind Krista, brushing her long hair till Krista was sure it had to be shining. Never had she felt so loved and cherished by a man. It was an eye opener that's for sure. Before Ethan had come back into her life, Krista's experience with men had been lukewarm at best. There were a few in college who tried to baby her. Yeah, they didn't last long.

  She was never one of those female who wanted to be pampered all the time or put on a pedestal. If men weren't trying to do that, they were trying to change her. Those men were kicked out on their ass. Only Ethan had accepted her just as she was. Edges and all. Just as she accepted him. Just as she felt him get off the bed, she let out a huge yawn.

  "Time for bed I think." He laughed.

  "But what about you?" She asked, turning and facing him.

  "Me?"

  "Well, I mean you took care of me in the bath so it's only fair I..."

  Ethan turned down the bed before moving her against the pillows. "Krista, I wanted to do that for you. Plus, to be honest, I'm not sure I could keep it up, even for you."

  They both laughed. He stripped off the towel, pulled hers off, clicked of
f the light, and then slipped under the sheets tucking her against him. Krista softly laid a kiss over his heart. "I love you Ethan."

  "I love you too Krista. Let's get some sleep. It's been a long ass day and I just want to shut down for a few hours."

  "Yeah, I'm with you there."

  Ethan just held her as she drifted off to sleep. Despite how exhausted he was, he stayed awake. Cain and Jimmy arrived about half an hour later, followed by Wilson. He, Krista and Gage told them what happened. Wilson, Cain and Jimmy had asked question after question about the shooting. Ethan was so glad when the three men had left.

  'This fucker is getting desperate. If we don't stop him soon he's going to kill either one of my guys or even...' Ethan couldn't finish the thought.

  When Krista sighed and snuggled deeper into his arms he forced his brain to finally shut down. Tomorrow they would need to better prepare their plan for the book release and come up with something in case Krista's stalker made his move before then. Ethan's eyes slid closed and he followed his woman into sleep.

  Chapter 21

  Krista slowly came awake. Ethan's room was still dark so she looked at her phone on the nightstand beside her. It was a little after five. She was about to close her eyes again when she heard the sound again. Frowning, she clicked on the lamp and looked around the room. The house was silent, the room empty except for her and Ethan. What was that sound?

  "Hendrix...move... we gotta move now."

  Krista's head snapped over. The sound was coming from Ethan. In the low light she studied him. His handsome face was contorted as if he were in pain. His body tense, his head rolling side to side. It was then her sleep muddled brain realized he was dreaming.

  "Ethan? Ethan baby, wake up." She said softly.

  "We gotta move." He grunted, his whole body twitching now.

  "Come on Ethan, you gotta wake up now." She pushed, her voice getting louder.

  "Look out! No, Hendrix. No!" He cried, his arms thrashing.

  "Ethan!" Krista yelled.

  On a strangled cry, Ethan jerked upright, nearly knocking Krista off balance. She moved to his side, rubbing his back gently as he caught his breath. She frowned at feeling him trembling under her hand. She didn't like that. Not one fucking bit. She patiently waited as his breathing slowed back to normal.

  "I'm sorry."

  "Don't Ethan. It's okay."

  "Dammit. I hate this."

  Before Krista could say anything, Ethan threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. He walked from the room, his shoulders drooping, as if he were Atlas carrying the world on those broad shoulders. Without hesitation, she was out of bed. She scooped up one of his t-shirts from the floor and followed him. She found Ethan in the living room standing at one of the large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over his front yard.

  "I don’t know what’s triggering them."

  "When did they start again Ethan?"

  He sighed. "The morning your dad came to Blackout. For the last year or so they seem to be happening more and at random. It’s been three years since…"

  "Since you and your guys were ambushed." She finished.

  He nodded. "Three years ago..." He paused and faced her. "Yesterday."

  Now she understood. Understood why he flipped out the day before when she fired at her stalker. It had to have brought back memories of the ambush that cost him the lives of four of his men. She moved to him and slipped her arms around his waist. As Ethan's arms came around her, she could still feel the tension in him. Suddenly inspiration struck.

  "Ethan?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I've just thought of what I wanted. For beating you on the range."

  Ethan pulled back and looked down at her. "Oh? What's that?"

  Nervously she licked her lips. She hoped what she was about to say didn't backfire. "I want to submit fully to you."

  Ethan's eyes bulged. "You want what?"

  "You heard me. I want to submit to you."

  ***

  Looking into Krista's eyes there was no mistaking what she was asking him to do. She wanted the dominant side he'd only briefly shown her. He'd been holding back with her and she was calling his ass out. Right then and there. His dick went from semi hard to full mast in less than a heartbeat.

  "Krista, if I do this, it will be my way. My rules. You better be one hundred percent here babe. I don't use safe words. If a man can't figure out on his own when his woman has had too much he's an asshole."

  "I understand. If it's too much, or I don't like it or it hurts I'll tell you. I promise."

  That was all he needed to hear. Ethan hauled her into his arms, lifted her up and over his shoulder and stalked back to the bedroom. Krista's giggles filled the silence and that only made him even harder. Hell, it was a wonder he hadn't split his boxers with how hard he was.

  Kicking open the bedroom door, he moved to the bed and dropped her on it. "I want you to get out of that shirt."

  Nodding, she sat up and pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Smiling, Ethan turned and walked to his closet. He quickly found what he was looking for. Grabbing the black bag, he moved back to the bed. He laid each item on the bed for Krista to see. A new crop, fur lined handcuffs, a pair of nipple clamps with a chain connecting them, a blind fold, and a bullet vibrator. He groaned when he saw her eyes fill with lust. She slowly looked up at him and licked her lips.

  "Lay back." He instructed.

  Krista obeyed immediately. Ethan took one of the cuffs and attached it to her left arm. He raised her wrist over her head and secured it to the iron headboard of his bed. After checking to make sure the cuff wasn’t too tight, he moved to the other side and repeated the process.

  "You okay?"

  "Yes Ethan." Ethan lifted a brow at her. “I mean yes Sir.”

  "Good girl." Ethan nodded at her with a small smirk.

  He leaned down and sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth. Krista gasped and her back arched. He lapped at the bud a few times before attaching one of the clamps. Krista whimpered, but fell still once more. She moaned out loudly when he did the same thing with her other nipple. The pain mixed with the pleasure of the clamps had her body trembling in desire. Ethan grabbed two pieces of rope and made quick work of securing her ankles to the footboard. He stood at the end of his bed and admired his handiwork.

  Krista looked beyond beautiful tied to his bed. Her sunshine locks spread out on the pillow beneath her head, her nipples pebbling, begging for attention in the clamps. Her body trembling in anticipation. There was only one last piece to this masterpiece. Ethan grabbed the black silk blindfold and moved to the head of the bed.

  "Remember your promise." He said.

  "If it's too much or hurts or I'm not comfortable tell you." She panted.

  "Good girl." Ethan smiled, bending over to secure the silk in place.

  ***

  Krista stayed completely still, though her body begged her to move. With the blindfold on her other senses were on high alert. She heard as he moved a few steps from the bed, followed by the rushing of him removing the boxers he had put on before he had gone downstairs. Her head instantly turned to the left when she sensed him standing there.

  "God woman, seeing you like this..." Ethan growled.

  "What?" She breathed.

  "My cock is hard as steel right now Krista. Seeing you bound and blindfolded and completely helpless to me."

  A shiver of lust washed over her and wetness pooled between her legs. Licking her lips, she waited for him to make his next move. Excitement was a living breathing thing in her veins. Being left in suspense like this, yet also anticipating the pleasure she just knew he was going to deliver to her. A strangled cry was instantly ripped from her throat when she felt Ethan's hand slip between her legs.

  "Christ you're soaking wet already baby."

  "I…I can't help it. You do this to me."

  She heard him moving again. She had mere seconds to register where when she felt his amazing mouth
cover her. She screamed and bucked off the bed. Her restraints holding firm as he feasted on her. His tongue zeroing in on the bundle of nerves.

  "Ethan oh god I love your mouth."

  "And my mouth loves this sweet pussy."

  As Ethan devoured her, she felt one of his hands slide up her stomach to grab the small jewel that hung from the chain that connected the clamps. When he gave it a light tug, all Krista could do was grip the chains of the cuffs holding her wrists and surrender to him. When he added a finger inside her, her body went into overload. The combination of his tongue flicking her clit, his finger sliding in and out and him tugging the chain, which sent shock waves straight to her clit, was pure heaven. Though she couldn’t see him she could practically feel his eyes looking up her body watching her reaction to him as she rode his finger and mouth.