by Marie Wathen
“Why are you here?” He glares at me with strange interest and I shift from my normal personality to that of the peasant he expects me to be.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, averting my eyes to the floor. “Natalie took the front bathroom. I was looking for the second one and I didn’t realize this was someone’s bedroom until I was already inside,” I sigh and pout, “I really needed to go.”
Two large feet move forward another couple of steps and I wait for him to growl at me, again. Instead, he places a hand under my chin, lifting my face up to meet his. The shock from his affectionate touch grips me, making my head feel like someone switched on a carousel. I look up into probing blue eyes and swallow hard, staving off the swirly feeling that buds low within my stomach. They narrow in on mine penetratingly, like he’s expecting for the windows to my soul to open up, revealing everything about me to him, a total stranger and one of the most powerful drug cartel members in the south.
“Who are you?” Although Blues has tamped down his callous tone to some extent, it still feels like his annoyance is a weighty force pushing hard against my chest and I really wish I had the space to step back again.
“Angel,” taking a hold of his large hand, I remove it from my face then use a more stern tone, “Rad’s girlfriend.” Stepping around him, I rush away, leaving the suddenly too crowded bathroom and heading quickly toward the closed bedroom door.
“I don’t see it,” he demands, halting me in my tracks. I turn around slowly, finding him standing directly behind me and gasp at his closeness.
“You,” I stammer. Damn, his imposing stature is intimidating up close. “You don’t have to see it.”
“Angel,” he smirks purposely, “Why don’t you tell me the truth, huh?”
“Oh, I’m all his alright.” Blues twitches an eyebrow, clearly not buying my story. Rather than jumping him like a starving alley-cat after finding a freshly tossed box of leftover Chinese food, I control my wacked libido and say with a breathy voice, “Rad won me fair and square in a card game after pulverizing my ex-boyfriend a couple of months ago.” Going in for the kill, I throw in twirling a strand of hair around my finger, strategically placed in front of my boobs, and flashing my sweet smile, accentuating the dimple in my right cheek. His eyes jump between the provocative actions erratically, clearly unable to chose the more important of the two.
Suddenly the pure blue shade flashes angrily to a navy just before he rushes forward, grabbing my teasing hand in one of his, and wrapping his other thick hand around the front of my neck. Forcing me backward and making my ass bump the door behind me, Blues pins me with his hips while lifting my face up to his. My pulse jumps crazily, a wild mix of excitement and fear throbs through my whole body as his heat and size engulfs me. He lowers his face to mine and the hand fiercely holding my neck slides up, clasping like a vice around my jaw. Simultaneously, I’m turned on by the sex-god and scared to death that he knows the truth about me.
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls directly into my face, his warm breath brushing across my lips.
I suck in a deep breath, but before I can respond he covers my mouth with his. His swollen lips crush down on me so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if it leaves a bruise. I should scream, push him away and slap him hard for such a brutal attack, but instead I close my eyes and melt. Right here on the spot, Blues gives me the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life. His tongue swipes out, licking the seam between my lips as he eases off the pressure of our connection and I find that I wished he wouldn’t have done that.
With my free hand, I grab the back of his head and force him against me again. He steps closer, placing both feet outside of mine and drops his hold on both my hand and jaw. Hot fingers dig under the edge of my loose hanging shirt and he grips my hips viciously. If he wasn’t pushing all of his body weight on me before, he most certainly is now. His erection pressing into my stomach causes my clit to pulse wantonly. I part my mouth accepting his demanding tongue and bliss consumes me. He tastes like smoke and spicy whiskey; a combination that would normally turn me off, since I loathe smoking. At the moment, I couldn’t care less if he smokes a pack of cigarettes a day as long as he kisses me like this before taking me to his bed every night.
A low and deep moan rumbles from his chest. I pop my eyes open to see him staring back at me, but he keeps kissing me. With our gazes totally locked on each other, we continue this passionate assault. My free hand joins the other and I dig my nails desperately into his soft, dark hair, holding onto him, like we’re standing on a beach, and the waves are threatening to steal him away. My mind goes crazy, seeing the desire building and flowing out from his scorching sapphire eyes. He slides both hands down the sides of my thighs, and when he reaches the hem of my skirt he lifts it up to my hips. I gasp from the shock of him doing something so audacious, but he doesn’t break our kiss. Not giving a damn about it, his hands snatch the sides of my lacy thong, shredding it in one swift movement.
Right about now, you’re probably thinking that I’m some sort of slut allowing Blues to take me, here in the middle of his house filled with guests, especially while I’m working an undercover job that will end with him going to prison for a very long time. Well, I too wish that I had the ability of cognitive thought at this precise moment. But there is none. My mind fades as he lifts my body so that I’m straddling his thigh. I feel his hands leave my hip then hear the downward tug of the zipper on his blue jeans.
Breaking our kiss, Blues jams his face into the crook of my neck, kissing me and scraping his teeth along my sensitive skin. Oh god. Both of his hands slide up and squeeze the hell out of my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra, forcing out a heavy moan.
“I need to fuck you hard, Angel,” he growls breathlessly against my ear, biting down painfully on my earlobe. He moves one hand away from my pebbled nipple and I whimper in protest. He groans, moving his mouth back to mine as his hand slips between my parted legs.
“You need me to fuck you, too,” he points out, finding my desire hot and wet after thrusting a thick finger deep inside my slit causing me to release another needy whimper. He kisses me hard, twirling his tongue around mine and then pulling out slightly to slide it along the edge of my bottom teeth.
“Tell me,” Blues demands, drowning another finger knowingly inside my slick pussy. At this point he doesn’t need my verbal permission. He can tell by my kiss and what he feels in his hands that I’ll take whatever he wants to give me, but I answer him anyway.
“Yes…” I let loose a savagely needy moan, throwing my head back, closing my eyes and writhing on his hand, wanting the abrasiveness of his palm on my swelling clit so badly. “Fuck me, Ethan.”
His entire body goes rigid, halting all pleasurable actions. Opening my eyes and looking at his, I see a different kind of darkening there.
“Don’t say my name,” he demands crossly, his jaw clenching viciously and his stare piercing me wildly. My heart jumps up into my throat, preventing me from speaking so I nod slowly, still watching the darkness rolling in his beautiful eyes. He removes his fingers and puts his hands on my hips helping me off his thigh. Disappointment rushes along every cell in my body as he steps away from me.
Chapter Ten
Completely confused about why saying Ethan’s name is a total turn off for him, I slide my skirt down my hips and reach down for the scrap piece of pink lace that used to be my thong. After avoiding eye contact for a couple of moments, I glance up at him, noticing that he is watching my every move. Physically, he’s only a couple of feet away from me, but in his mind, I think he’s probably in the room where he left his girlfriend. Whatever his problem is I don’t need to understand it, I just need to leave.
“Don’t,” he commands as I reach for the doorknob.
Before I can turn around, Blues presses his heated body against my back, one hand landing on my right hip and the other reaching up, moving away the hair draping over my left shoulder.
“I need you,” he begs, placing soft, warm kisses along my hair line at the back of my neck. His hard cock pushes against my backside and I press back onto it instinctively. Fingers tickle down my ribs slowly. Both hands move to the zipper on the top of my skirt and then they still against my back. “Tell me to stop, or I’m going to fuck you against the goddamn door, Angel.”
Feeling surprised that a man in his position would give a damn about someone’s willingness to participate in anything, I drop my hands from the door and yank the hindering zipper down for him. I hear the sound of a wrapper being ripped open and then notice his jeans drop to the floor, pooling next to my skirt. After slipping on a condom, he moves his legs between mine quickly and then wraps his left arm around my waist. With ease, Blues raises my body off the floor, and then steps back enough to tilt my chest against the door, drawing my ass back against him. He presses the pulsing head of his dick right into the center of me and then pauses.
“Tell me you want this,” he growls deep. His mouth brushing against my neck sends shivers down my spine and my center clenches tightly begging for him to thrust hard into me, but I pause too.
“No, I don’t want it,” I reply, shaking my head. “I need you to fuck me…hard.”
Blues pushes so fast and hard into me I feel a scream ripping from my chest, but his hand swiftly covers my mouth preventing the noise from leaving this room. He drops it to my side and pumps into me twice before stopping. His fingers piercing the flesh on either side of my hips slide up my ribs and move to cup my swollen breasts.
“Fuck, you’re clenching the hell out of my dick,” he moans, reaching up for my chin and turning it so he can kiss me. My manicured fingernails scrape against the wooden door needing something…anything solid to hold onto. He grinds his hips forcing his erection deeper into me and I can feel that I’m about two seconds away from climaxing. His filthy mouth, our chosen position, and the thoughts of getting caught, have my body so wound up, I don’t think I can hold off much longer.
“I need…” I moan softly while pushing down against him.
Blues wraps both arms around me and pulls my body off the door. Still tightly joined together, he spins around, carrying me a few feet over to the large four-poster bed. He lays me face down gently while kicking off his shoes and the jeans that are bunching around his ankles.
“Tell me what you need,” he urges, thrusting once slowly into my wet center. “Do you want to come, Sweetness?”
“No,” I groan loudly, my face buried into the thick comforter. I absolutely more than want to come, I need it badly.
Blues pounds into me twice and my world begins to split apart from the need to come before he stills again and asks, “Do you want to come now?” Fucking torture!
I shake my head passionately and groan out another no. He withdraws from me and flips me over, tossing me like I weigh nothing into the center of the bed. He snatches his shirt off then climbs on with me. Neon color glowing from a charging station and clock sitting on the nightstand are the only lighting in the otherwise pitch black room. I don’t need to see Blues’ nude to know that he is an art sculptor’s wet dream. I can tell through the tailored clothing he’s wearing that he works hard on his physique. To most women a man like Blues would intimidate them with his amazing body, but I also work my body until it is dead in the gym. Still, Blues is way different than just your average muscle-head so a little bit of apprehension is justifiable. I crawl backward a few inches, but he grabs my ankle and stops me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He edges all the way up my body, sinks between my legs and brings his face up. My hands reach for him greedily. I run my fingers through his hair and guide his mouth down to mine. Blues kisses me so sweetly and slowly, something happens at this exact moment, I feel a strange lurching deep inside my chest. It’s an odd sensation. I can’t really put my finger on it, but when I open my eyes again, finding him staring at me I feel it a second time. He pulls his lips away from me, but not his eyes.
“Angel,” he whispers, bringing his right hand up to my face and digging his fingers into my hair. Tilting my head back he kisses me softly again. A snapping sound, like a rubber band stretched too tightly on a mechanical device is released and one rapid fire shot echoes in my mind alerting me that this is wrong and must stop.
Stroking his thumb over my bottom lip Blues states, “God, you are perfect.”
“No,” I hiss back. Anger rises in my stomach replacing the near euphoric state he had me in only moments before, causing me to growl when I demand, “Fuck me.”
Wordlessly, with both hands framing my face and his eyes latched onto mine, he forces his cock fully into me. I slam my arms down on the bed, wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper and he growls as I thrust upward. Breaking eye contact finally, his eyes roll back behind his closed lids and he bites down hard on his lip, suppressing another loud moan the best he can. His rhythm is chaotic. There is no more taunting with the driving force that Blues is fucking me with now, and that’s the way I need it.
“Fuck baby, I’m close,” he groans, dropping his head and laying it against my chest. Sliding both arms underneath mine, he runs his hands under my back and grips them over the top of my shoulders. The force of him pulling me down to him while diving over and over into me surges my build up from a flicker to catastrophic, and within seconds I explode into ruins.
“Yes, yes…” I groan through my shattering.
Blues covers my mouth with his, stealing away the last of my moans. Forcing himself down into me once more, he reaches his own disaster and growls his pleased state against my lips. Holding onto me tightly, Blues lowers his face into my hair and pants raggedly.
“Goddamn Baby, that was so good.”
My hands snake around his shoulders and I wrap my arms around his neck, securely holding onto the last moments I have with him. That freaking unfamiliar feeling nuzzles its way back into my chest and this time I can tell that it’s in the vicinity of my heart.
Time to go! I release the death grip my legs have on his waist and push against his shoulders so that I can shift out from underneath him. Scooting off the edge of the bed, I find my skirt and rush into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Within two minutes I am back to looking like I did upon arriving at Blues’ house, all except for the rose color blossoming along my neck and chest from my orgasm. Allowing myself a little time for the tell-tale sign to go away, I stare into the mirror and frown at what I’ve permitted. Idiot!
This was a mistake of epic proportions. Fucking Blues jeopardizes this whole damn mission and I honestly can’t believe that I gave into him so easily. One night stands are cool, but this one could possibly be the worst, forcing me to do the ultimate walk of shame, all the way up to my Captain’s office. A soft knock on the door draws me away from my perils and I reach for the doorknob. Hesitating briefly, part of me hopes that Blues left and it’s Natalie looking for me, but the other part, the masochist in me, wishes that it is Blues’ standing on the other side. Either way I will be disappointed. I pull open the door and get my hopes dash, finding Blues glowering as he leans against the door frame.
He reaches down, taking my hand into his while his other hand snakes around my neck, and I cling to his rumpled shirt. Dipping down, his lips move slowly over mine, sipping and teasing over and over. It’s another one of those slow kisses, and this time I break the trance that he was pulling me into with its sweetness.
“Angel,” Blues warns. Unlike all the other times before his storm filled eyes don’t look into mine, instead he fixates on my lips. He inhales a long breath, releases it and then growls low, “Get the fuck out of my world.”
Chapter Eleven
July
I wake up hearing my cell chime, indicating I have a text message. Rolling over to my side, I reach up and grab my phone. Natalie is inviting me and Rad over for a pre-fourth of July dinner tonight, but I decline her request. Today I’m picking up Kris for ou
r ‘Girls Day Out’ festivities. After replying to the text message, I jump into a scalding hot shower and then afterward force down breakfast hoping to drive away the nausea.
Since the night of Decks’ birthday celebration my stomach has been completely messed up. I haven’t changed my eating habits and thankfully I got my period. Even using double protection in the form of his condom and my birth control pills it’s unlikely that I could get pregnant, but I took a test just to make sure. Five EPT’S confirmed that I am not with child. Thank fuck for that blessing!
“Hello?” I shout, walking through the front door and dumping my purse on the table in the front foyer inside my house. I’m not supposed to come inside, so I have to rush Kris’ ass along, but man I just need a minute inside my happy place to regain some serenity. I close my eyes, absorb the stillness and sigh.
“Sam?” Kris yells back, rushing down the stairs. “Oh my god, I’m so happy to see you.”
She grabs me, wraps both arms around my neck, and begins jumping up and down like a crazy woman. I laugh uncontrollably at her silliness, but I feel the same way about being away from her for so long. Stepping back, she holds my hands out away from my body as she scans over me.
“You’re too thin. What’s wrong?” Nurse Kris makes her appearance. Knowing me too well, she can tell that I haven’t been taking proper care of myself.
“Nothing is wrong,” I argue, shrugging out of her hold and wandering into the living room. Seeing the fire and determination in her eyes to get down to the bottom of my issues, I say, “Other than this job is taking forever, and I miss you like crazy.”
“Samantha Marcel Walker, you are telling one. Now spill or we’re skipping the girl’s day, fun day activities.”
Shaking my head, I challenge, “I’ll leave your ass here alone if I have to, but I’m going to Birmingham. My car leaves in,” Pausing for effects, I look down at my wrist to gauge the time, but since I’m not wearing a watch I smirk and say, “Five minutes sister! Grab your shit and let’s go!”