WILD Card -- A WILD Boys Novella (The Wild Boys of Special Forces Book 9)

by Angel Payne

  After several seconds of gawking, a word finally fell from her. “Wow.”

  Sam chuckled and nodded. “Same thing I said when Chris brought me here the first time.” Chris, Sam’s counterpart from the U.S. team, was a decent but enigmatic guy. Despite his Thor-hot looks, he’d never kept a girlfriend longer than three months.

  “Is this his?” Maybe that explained the man’s relationship challenges. If he insisted on coming all the way out here for sex, that’d explain a lot.

  “Not entirely,” Sam answered. “It began as a way station for miners but sat empty until the nineteen forties, when Nellis really came into its own as a base. An officer bought the property and refurbished it as a place for him and friends to unwind, away from the constant noise of the base.”

  Jen slid a teasing smile as he tugged her across the room. “Noisy? Why, we’re just a bunch of sweet little…mice.”

  Though he tossed back a wink, the rest of his face remained placid. The contrast made her belly flip in entirely new ways. “When the man passed on, he willed all of it to his squadron. It’s remained that way over the years, with everyone contributing to the upkeep and renovations.”

  “The booty call commune, eh?”

  The laugh she’d expected never came. Instead, with a new somberness, Sam stopped. Turned back toward her. “I’ve only been out here alone.”

  She brushed a gentle hand down his arm. “A chance to get away with your thoughts?”

  “A chance to get away from them.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply. With a new smile, he re-laced their fingers. “Want to see the upstairs?”

  Jen resisted. “Sam—”

  “Drop it.” His deflectors were already locked into place. Even if she dug in and insisted on a “talk”, it would get her nowhere. And yeah, she really wanted to see the rest of this place. It was stunning. Her new knowledge of the history lent her fresh perspective in looking around. Several generations of men had put their unique touches into the place, and she felt special, getting to see it all.

  The loft contained another plush sofa and a huge, gorgeous bed. A thick, chocolate brown comforter was spread over the bed, with equally luxurious pillows outfitted in soft white shams. On the other side of the room, a spacious bathroom possessed a huge Roman tub.

  But Jen refused to linger.

  Lingering would only lead to one thing.

  And that one thing would lead to the fall of her own defenses. Then the gut spill of her deepest feelings. And the open door to her ultimate pain.

  “Wow.” Her turn for the forced smile. “It’s very nice.”

  “Nice.” He echoed it on a chuckle she could only describe as cryptic, while tapping the light switch. “That’s a decent start, I suppose.”

  “A start? What the hell are you—”

  A high-pitched whir stopped her. She jumped toward Sam as the floor and walls trembled—just before the roof started moving. No…sliding.

  The “light switch” hadn’t been that at all. It was a button telling the roof to retract, revealing a skylight the size of the entire bed, exposing the billion stars in the sky overhead. A smaller door retracted directly over the bathtub.

  Lights? Who the hell needed lights?

  Sam, seeming to read exactly that thought, punched another button—dousing all the track lighting over the main room.

  Her tote dropped from her grip. Her jaw felt like it followed.

  “Oh my God.” The stars seemed to zoom closer. Unable to resist, Jen walked to the bed. Turned around and flopped back onto it. She gasped aloud, raising a hand toward the firmament, almost expecting the spectral fabric to ripple at her touch. “Holy crap. This is…whoa.”

  Yeah, back to being the one-syllable wonder. She didn’t even feel obligated to apologize for it. Sam’s satisfied rumble gave her even more clearance. He walked to the edge of the bed but didn’t join her on it. His chivalry was adorable—and turned her body into five more flavors of pudding. Didn’t he know that from this angle, he was more spectacular than ever? His physique, even more perfect. His eyes caught the glow of the celestial magic from above. And his lips, quirking in a mixture of mischief and adoration, made her crave to feel them on her again. Everywhere on her…

  It was so time to get off the bed.

  She’d only managed to sit up when he folded his arms like a cocky genie and stated, “Had a little ken you’d like it.”

  “Bullshit,” she volleyed. “You ‘had a little ken’ I’d love it.” She meant to say more but was blasted by a wave of emotion. Like the universe itself had retracted the roof of her heart, she couldn’t escape the light show it exposed. Everything tumbled in like a meteor shower, brilliant and blinding and burning. Damn appropriate, since that was exactly what happened to the backs of her eyes. “Shit.” She ducked her head, unable to even risk looking at him anymore. “Sam.”

  Damn it. She shouldn’t have even risked that. The hitch in her voice caused the snag in his breath. “Jenny?” His hand, huge and warm, descended on her head. Threaded through her hair. “Hey, hey. What is it, mouse?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit.” His brogue turned even the slang to magic. She smiled but kept her gaze diverted.

  “It’s—it’s nothing, Sam. I think I’m just tired.” And floored. And completely knocked out that you did all this…for me. It’s amazing and you’re amazing and I love you so damn much, it’ hard to breathe. To think. To—

  “Jenny.”

  His growl dictated one message. He wasn’t giving up. But she had to make him. Somehow…

  Ohhhh, crap.

  “Somehow” got its answer fast. The very option she’d been so confident about avoiding was now her only path toward derailing him off his quest for her truth. And at this moment, she wondered if it wasn’t just what she needed too. Maybe a hard, sweaty roll in the star-drenched hay would remind her Sam Mackenna was, under all his gallantry and beauty, just a man, not her damn destiny.

  Enforcement intact, she let her head pivot beneath his touch—until her mouth rested on the zipper of his jeans. Silently, deliberately, she leaned in—and bit at the harsh fabric.

  “Jenny!”

  “Ssshhh.” She grabbed his empty belt loops, yanking him closer.

  “But I didn’t bring you here to—” His second moan was louder than the first, as she rubbed her mouth up and down his surging ridge. The heat of his cock made its way past the denim, teasing at her lips.

  “So…” She gave it a touch of brat mixed with a dash of coy. “You don’t want to?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “No.” She twisted the button beneath her mouth free. Tugged open the denim. Licked at the taut abdominal flesh beneath. “You certainly didn’t.”

  She yearned to explore more. Slipped both hands up beneath his shirt, roller-coastering over the ridges of his abs, before descending again. Her nails scraped into his skin, following the muscled V that disappeared beneath his waistband. The second time she glided them up, Sam shucked the shirt, sighing roughly as her fingers pressed, caressed, claimed.

  His whole body quaked as her hands came back to center. This time, she flowed her touch over his crotch, rubbing his perfect penis through the jeans. It was a powerful feeling, to know he throbbed and burned like this because of her…for her. If this was half of what he experienced when dominating her, she understood his fascination with the dynamic more clearly.

  After she made several passes at his sex, Sam twisted his hand against her scalp. Another yank and her head was snapped back, until the brunt of his gaze swept over her. He took her breath away. His lips were twisted with lust, his nostrils flaring on full breaths…but his eyes were the hottest centerpiece. They burned, pure molten silver, until dripping through every inch of her quivering, needy body.

  “So what will I say now, darlin’?” His voice was just as hot and liquid. “You know, don’t you?”

  “I can hope.” She didn’t dare dip her eyes back to his crotch. W
ith gaze still locked to his, she kissed it.

  Sam growled long and low. Used his other hand to pull down his zipper. Jen wasn’t surprised—and a hell of a lot of grateful—that he was commando beneath. His cock surged from the gap, bobbing in front of her, tip gleaming with the evidence of his need. As he slid the zipper lower, she greedily inhaled his distinct scent. Cedar, spices, sex…all man. Damn. He was so broad and powerful and virile—and right now, he was so hers. She prayed he’d let her prove it in the most primal way possible.

  He pushed on her head, aligning her face with his erection.

  Yes…

  “Open your mouth, Jenny.”

  Ohhhh, yes.

  “Wider. Let me see your tongue.”

  Please. Please.

  “So perfect.” Exactly like her fantasy, he fitted his shaft into her mouth. “So warm. Fuck. So soft.”

  She moaned, closing over him, drinking the tangy drops that hovered in his slit. His veins beat against her tongue. His flesh pulsed hot against her lips. His hips clenched as he struggled to ease into her slowly, but she hoped her impatient mewls would urge him otherwise. She didn’t want careful and tender. She wanted—needed—to feel all the force of his passion, every drop of animal lust in his blood.

  Thank God he was a damn smart man.

  He thrusted a little harder. A little more. The grip on her head grew tighter, more demanding, as he positioned her for each stab of his cock. Jen opened up the back of her throat, letting him invade even there, accepting every inch of lust he desired to give her. Still she wanted more. Told him so by moving her hands beneath his clothes, cupping them around his firm, perfect ass. With every lunge he gave her with his dick, his glutes tightened beneath her touch. The sensation made her groan, mesmerized with every inch of his powerful body.

  “Damn.” It escaped him on a rugged grunt. “Damn, damn, damn, Jenny.” When she responded with a lusty little sigh, he continued, “My sweet a leanbh. You love me fuckin’ you like this, don’t you? Takin’ your mouth like this, with every inch of my cock?”

  “Mmmmm hmmmm.” She’d read enough to know that the trashy little hum would stimulate him in fun new ways, especially if she hollowed her cheeks at the same time. She never anticipated what it would do for her own arousal, though—that hearing the evidence of her acquiescence would make her feel so much sexier.

  Sexy.

  Wow. Yes.

  Maybe “sexy” really wasn’t just Mattie’s curves and blonde hair, or Tess’s svelte grace and sass. That maybe “sexy” had been inside her all along, and it just took Sam’s eyes to make her see it—but best of all, to believe it.

  Nothing contributed more to the cause than the combination of growl and hiss he let out—just before increasing his pace and deepening his lunges. “Yes. That’s it. Take me deep. Take me down into your throat.” But as she closed her eyes, focusing on doing just that, Sam tilted her head back, compelling her stare back open. “Stay with me, girl. You’ll watch every shred of desire I have for you. Every dirty, wicked thought I have about you. Look at it all, Jenny. Look at every way I adore you…need you.”

  Need you.

  The words drilled through her body, pulsing into her sex…and all of her soul. Because that wasn’t an idiotic idea, right? Hotwiring one’s pussy to their heart? After all, it worked so well for the millions of other women who’d tried it before her…

  But there was the not-so-small matter of keeping her gaze locked to his. Of watching every raw, wild expression on his face. The tear of each moan past his lips. The charcoal lust in his eyes, darkening as she made him swell and grow, thicken and harden. It all proved his words as truth, not just rote Highlander seduction.

  And there’s some land down the way you might be interested in too, lady. Word says if you stand on it, click your heels three times and whisper “There’s no place like home”, an oasis will appear with cabana boys, dancing munchkins, and calorie-free margaritas.

  And Sam Mackenna was really her soul mate.

  That kind of fairy tale only happened in—well—fairy tales. And since she didn’t have to worry about the helicopter turning back into a pumpkin, she needed to enjoy every moment of this. Only this. Let every drop of its magic burst through her. Let every thrill of its arousal carry her. And yeah, let Sam see every ounce of it, too. The pleasure he brought her. The warmth he wrapped around her. The new vistas he’d opened for her, especially about herself. With him, she wasn’t geeky or gawky or clumsy. She was smart, sexy, and beautiful.

  She just couldn’t get too attached to the feeling.

  She reaffirmed the vow as he pulled from her, breathing shakily, dragging both hands through his hair. Didn’t help much with containing her vamp grin as he shook his head and cleared his throat.

  “Stay,” he finally directed, pointing at her. “I’ll be right back. Surely there’s one box of condoms in this place.”

  The moment he said it, Jen giggled. Sometimes, genius struck her at the strangest times. “Stay.” She trumped his bossy finger with a wagging one of her own. Reached for her makeup tote. Between her concealer and her lip gloss, exactly where it’d dropped earlier, was the packet emblazoned with the Nyte’s logo. “Courtesy of the wedding salon ladies room.” She offered it up in triumph.

  One of his brows jumped. “And I had you marked as the lotion pilferin’ type.”

  “It wasn’t pilfered.” She pouted. “It fell.”

  “I don’t care if you held up the attendant and shot out the security cams.” His voice was as roughly faceted as his jaw, which clenched in all the best ways as he tore the foil open with his teeth. Before he pulled out the latex, he nodded toward the center of the bed. “Now get naked for me, beauty. I want to see all of you—right there.”

  She rewetted her lips. An instant Yes, Sir was ready to spill but her newborn confidence took over, guiding her hands to pull off her tee with sensual little tugs. She kept up the flirtation after removing her sports bra, trailing both hands over her erect nipples, pulling until they became firm berries of arousal. Only after Sam let out a low rumble did she finally say, in a teasing murmur, “But…I’m covered in a bunch of old sweat.”

  She was rewarded with the gulp that corded Sam’s neck…and the darker danger in his eyes. “And soon you’ll be drenched in new sweat. Now get those pants off. I need to see every fuckin’ inch of you.”

  His tone brooked no more dawdling. Wisely, Jen didn’t. As she shucked her workout pants then scrambled to the center of the bed, the sound of latex whisking from foil gave their starlight and shadows illicit new interpretations. The flesh between her thighs reacted at once, dripping with readiness before she even lay back against the pillows.

  “What the bloody—”

  Sam’s outburst whipped her stare back to him. Immediately, she spied the cause—and pressed her lips to keep from giggling. “Oh. Ummm. Yeah. Did I tell you why the packet fell into my tote?”

  “Because you were tryin’ to figure this out?” He gestured at his erection with a sharp sweep. The condom was stretched tightly over his broad length, from the juncture of his heavy balls to the proud crown at the top—though now that peak was…

  Decorated.

  The rim between his head and frenulum was accented with a ring of bright blue latex, serving as the base for a row of small rubber spikes. The resulting look was a little exotic mixed with a lot of erotic—but blurting that definitely didn’t feel like a great idea.

  “Well. At least it’s a great color.” She raised a helpful smile. Or so she hoped.

  Unbelievably, his mouth twitched. One dimple appeared, then the other. “That so, sassy mouse?”

  As he stepped to the bed then prowled across it, instinct backed Jen against the pillows. This must be what it was like to walk into a cage with a chained tiger. Yeah, the chain was there. Yeah, it was locked tight. But wild creatures had their ways of slipping chains…and devouring their prey.

  “N-not sass.” She barely held back a gasp a
s he closed long fingers around her ankle. “Just—just—”

  “Just what?” He swung in, clasping her other ankle.

  An outcry wasn’t so easy to quell as his fingers glided up her calves. “Ad-admiring…the s-s-s-scenery.” Oh God, how his touch turned her to fire. How his presence, feral and graceful, flowed over her like a caress…awakened her every nerve ending…ignited her every pore.

  He skated his fingers behind her knees. “Well, the scenery likes bein’ admired.” His head dipped, golden and gorgeous, as he nipped the insides of her thighs. “The scenery likes it…very much.”

  “Mmmmm.” Her intention was a seductive hum but it sounded more like a strangled choke. “Uh—okay. If—if that’s the way the scenery likes it.”

  Two more kisses, higher on her thighs, made her shiver. Screw the fact that the man could rain fire on an enemy from ten thousand feet. His mouth was capable of equal incineration from two inches of altitude. She twisted. Shivered. Bucked toward him, gasping anew as her sex surged and plumped, ached and hardened, stretching in dire need for his magical lips…

  Which he abruptly pulled away, adding a snarl of satisfaction in the doing.

  “Oh!” Jen cried. “Bastard!”

  Before she could add to that litany, his touch rose higher. No more of his sweet and teasing shit about it, either. With a pair of brutal grips on her thighs, he yanked her down from the pillows…and aligned her body beneath his.

  “Bastard?” He flashed a smirk, alluring and antagonizing at once. “Good bastard or bad bastard?”