Cocked And Loaded

by Desiree Holt

  He stood behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror. “Now we can get down to business."

  Jamie was breathing through her mouth, panting, so aroused she thought her body would combust naturally. Zane had carried her to the bed, sat down on the edge, and stretched her face down across his lap. His warm hand caressed and stroked the cheeks of her ass. The sting of the first slap caught her off guard, but as soon as the lines of heat streaked to her pussy and thighs, she lifted her ass for another.

  Zane chuckled low in his throat. “Like that, do you? I believe you might even get addicted to it. Maybe next week we'll go shopping and get a little flogger for you. Take things up a notch or two."

  Just the thought of it had fresh cream soaking the lips of her pussy. When he separated the thighs and a slap landed on the lips of her cunt, she almost went straight up in the air. She knew his hand would come away soaked.

  He spread the cheeks of her ass and used her juices to wet the cleft there, paying special attention to her anus. She lifted her head when his body twisted, and she saw him reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a small shopping bag in hot pink.

  "Is that where you get your toys?” she asked.

  "Uh huh. I think I'll have to take you to San Antonio next week and introduce you to Annabelle."

  She felt the cool slickness of gel as he rubbed it on her anus, then pressed two slicked fingers into her rear channel, making sure all the tissues were well lubricated. Then the plug, this one inflatable. God only knew when he'd had time to get it.

  "You've been saving this,” she said, trying to speak through her ragged breaths.

  "Sure have. You have no idea how hot it makes me to see it disappearing through that tiny hole into your ass. I could come just from watching. Okay, darlin'. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I'm going to inflate this a little at a time."

  She felt the burn and stretch of tissue and muscle as the plug increased in size. When he stopped squeezing the pump, she had the intense sensation of two cocks inside her ass instead of one fake one.

  "Feeling full, darlin'?” he asked, his voice heavy with lust.

  "Yes,” she hissed and wriggled her butt.

  Zane lifted from her his lap, turned her over, and placed her gently on the bed on her back. He stood over her, stroking his engorged cock, a tiny drop of fluid beading at the slit.

  "Gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his lips. “If only I could fuck you in every hole at the same time.” He reached into the bag again and took out what looked like a butterfly, rubbed some gel on it and pinched it carefully onto her clit. “We'll wait for the nipple rings again until your bruises are completely healed. Maybe we'll get one of your nipples pierced and put a little gold ring there. And a matching one at your navel."

  Her pussy fluttered at his words and she wished he'd get on with it. She was so desperate to come she wanted to scream.

  "Cocked and loaded, right?” She barely recognized her voice as she tried to tease him into action, her eyes fastened on his engorged penis.

  He removed a pair of fleece-lined handcuffs from the small shopping bag and fastened them to her wrists, then threaded the connecting chain through a spoke in the headboard. His eyes burned as they raked over her. “I like seeing you spread out and helpless like this. One of my favorite visions."

  Next he bent her legs at the knees and spread her legs wide. His eyes were smoky as he rolled a condom into place.

  "All right, darlin',” he breathed, his voice heavy with lust. “Now we're ready."

  He moved between her thighs and pinched the butterfly. Immediately, it began to hum, vibrating on her clit and sending streaks of electricity to every nerve. As she writhed on the bed, turned on even more by her helplessness, Zane took his cock in one hand and slowly guided it into her drenched pussy, working it in and out. She hadn't thought he'd be able to penetrate her all the way with the plug in her ass, but Zane knew exactly how to work it, just how slow and easy to go until the tip of it touched her womb and his balls slapped against the cheeks of her still burning ass. She had never felt so full in her life, so stretched, so aroused.

  Bracing his hands on either side of her, he moved in and out in a steady rhythm, increasing the pace with each thrust. Jamie felt a tight coil deep inside her begin to unwind. Her clit seemed to have a mind of its own, driving her need higher and higher and making the walls of her pussy clutch at Zane's cock, dragging across it with each stroke. The plug in her ass moved every time he thrust in and out of her, giving her the sensation of being fucked by two cocks simultaneously. If their previous lovemaking had taken her to places she'd never been before, this was even stronger. She wanted it and feared it at the same time.

  She was swamped with such a feeling of eroticism it threatened to consume her. Every fiber of her body was poised for an orgasm that she feared would be so strong she couldn't stand it. Automatically, she struggled against it and tried to pull back, but Zane refused to let her.

  "Go with it, darlin',” he panted, his face and chest covered with sweat, his eyes so dark they were almost black.

  "Let me touch you,” she begged. She loved the feeling of helplessness, but not as much as she wanted to touch him. Right now. “Please."

  With his cock still seated deeply inside her, he reached up and flipped open the handcuffs. Her fingers wove through the silken strands of his hair, gripping his head. She wanted more of him, even though the pleasure was almost too intense to bear. She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into the small of his back to lift herself closer, take him deeper.

  He increased the power of his strokes, not letting her pull away from the edge of ultimate pleasure. When the climax broke over her, she came completely apart, shaking with the strength of it, shuddering and convulsing as spasms ripped through her. She bathed Zane's latex-sheathed cock with copious amounts of cream as her gushing pussy clenched over and over.

  She lost track of where she was, tossed into a whirling circle of exploding lights and swirling wind. She couldn't breathe with the powerful force gripping her, and each time she thought it slowed down, it would begin again, ripping through her body as if she had no ability to control it at all. It was pleasure beyond anything she ever imagined. Beyond anything they'd already shared. She wasn't even sure she could survive it.

  At last, with one final thrust and a roll of his hips, Zane dropped forward, careful to catch himself on his forearms. Jamie shivered with one aftershock after another. Her heart was thundering against her ribs, pounding against the force of Zane's that threatened to break out of his chest. The only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the lazy swirl of the ceiling fan as it cooled their sweat-soaked bodies.

  When his breathing was steady enough, Zane rolled to the side and off the bed. After carefully removing the plug and butterfly, he strode to the bathroom to take care of them and the condom.

  She didn't even remember falling asleep, only waking up at sometime after midnight to see Zane propped on one elbow staring down at her. Her breath caught in her throat at the look on his face.

  "I—is something wrong?"

  He nodded. “Very wrong."

  A stab of pain pierced her heart. Oh, god. Now what? Had he decided this was a mistake after all? Had he really not forgiven her?

  "W-what's wrong? What is it?"

  "Today is Saturday, or it will be when the sun comes up. We can't get a marriage license until Monday so I have to wait two more days to marry you.” His voice took on a tentative note. “You are going to marry me, right?"

  She swallowed the huge sigh of relief, rolled into him, and threw her arms around his neck. “The very first minute we can get it done."

  "We haven't really talked about it specifically, you know. Maybe I got ahead of myself here. I guess I should have done the romantic thing with roses and champagne."

  There was that rare note of uncertainty again. “No,” she told him. “You're right on the money, as a matter of fact. Besides, I'm
not a roses and champagne kind of girl."

  "Things won't be all that easy, darlin'. All these people will be going to trial. We'll both have to testify. There's probably going to be a lot of fallout for a long time and more media coverage than either of us wants to think about. Plus, there's this little hang-up you have about Amen."

  "I don't—"

  He shook his head. “Let me finish. This is something I really did think about. I can't just pick up and leave until things settle down, but if you don't want to live here or you decide when we get to Miami that you want to go back to the city ... well, I can always get a job in law enforcement somewhere."

  She touched her fingers to his lips. “If this is where you want to stay, then I do, too. I'm done with Miami. I'll tell my story, and then I never want to see the place again."

  "Good.” He brushed his lips against her forehead.

  "I'm through running, Zane. I told you that, and I want to make sure you believe me. What I found out there wasn't worth what I thought it was. I don't care where we are as long as we're together. I can even put up with this town for you. So yes, Zane Cameron, I will be honored to marry you. And to live with you here in Amen or wherever you want. Any time. Any place."

  He bent his head to hers, his mouth like silk and satin against hers. Their kiss was so full of love and promise, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Zane fumbled in the drawer for another condom and, in seconds, slid into her already wet, welcoming cunt.

  "This is where I want to be, Jamie Randall, soon to be Cameron. This is my favorite place. Right here, just like this. Inside you. I love you. Forever."

  "I love you, too,” she told him, clutching him harder as he drove home. “Forever."

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  About the author...

  Desiree Holt has lived a life of excitement that brings the color to her writing. She was a summer fishing guide, a summer field hand where she was one of only three women working, a member of a beginning ski team that skied in competition (and no, no broken bones!). She spent several years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her. She loves to tell the story of sending a singer up in a hot air balloon singing “Up, Up and Away in My Beautiful Balloon” and stopping traffic for four miles in every direction.

  Before and between her two marriages she dated enough hunks to fill up two he-man calendars, one of whom taught her to shoot so beware, she's always armed. She's kept a fresh look at erotic romance by making sure the sensuality factor in her private life is always high. She's married to her own personal alpha hero who helps her with that.

  Visit Desiree at www.desireeholt.com.

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  Also available

  Do You Trust Me?

  by

  Desiree Holt

  A cryptic message from her brother leaves Rina Devargas with a secret and no one to trust...

  Carrying the fate of a nation in a locket next to her heart, Rina's life is turned upside down as her brother's partner, McCall, moves into her home under the guise of keeping her safe. Though she surrenders her body to his dark desires, someone betrayed John, and until McCall gives her a sign, Rina can't be certain that someone isn't him.

  Assigned to protect her, Connor McCall must gain Rina's confidence the only way he knows how...

  Having once shared a night of forbidden pleasure, McCall reawakens her submissive appetite for dominance. However, keeping his mind on the job and his hands off Rina proves difficult—remaining aloof from his feelings for her, even more so. He's been down that road and paid a handsome price for it—the life of a fellow agent.

  With an assassination plot brewing and killers after Rina, will McCall gain her trust before it's too late? Or will their dangerous desires ultimately destroy them all?

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  Chapter One

  Rina Devargas ran full out, arms pumping, lungs burning, every muscle in her body on fire. Her thick auburn curls had come loose from the gold clip at the nape of her neck and were tossing wildly about her face. The fabric of her slacks flapped against her leg where she'd ripped them running through a low hedge. She had no idea which direction to take, which building would be safe to hide behind. Too many open spaces. Too many street lights.

  Behind her, she heard the slapping of leather on pavement as the man pursued her. He'd been waiting for her, watching for her to leave John's townhouse. As she'd slipped out the back door, sure she was safely away, he'd grabbed her, slamming her head into the brick wall. She wasn't certain, but she thought her nose might be broken. Blood had run down her face and onto her blouse. Only instant reaction and a well-placed knee to the groin had freed her from his grasp.

  His shoes pounded on the pavement behind her, closing the gap with every second. Could she cut through a walkway between buildings? But what if it led to a dead end? Where was everyone, anyway, in this residential neighborhood of upscale town homes? Shouldn't someone at least be walking a dog?

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  The echo of his footsteps sounded like rifle shots.

  Damn it, she had to find some place to hide quickly. Her car was back near John's place, so no hope of cutting back there. She tried to pick up the pace, but every step sent a jolt of pain through her head.

  Turning a corner, she sprinted down the sidewalk, searching for a place with lights on. Maybe she could bang on someone's door, ask for help, if her appearance didn't scare them to death.

  She stopped for one precious second to drag air into her lungs and froze when a muscular arm pulled her against a hard male body and a hand clamped over her mouth. Her heart actually stopped in mid-beat, and for a moment, she was sure she'd pass out.

  "Don't scream,” a voice whispered at her ear.

  Rina's nose twitched as a familiar scent drifted in the air and the body pressing against her from behind had a remembered feel. She tried to turn her head to see her captor, struggling in his grasp.

  God, surely not him. Not here. Not now.

  The man pulled her into a nearly invisible tiny alcove where two buildings met, waiting until the running figure passed. Then he half carried her to a car that pulled up to the curb.

  "You can let go of me,” she mumbled against the fingers over her mouth.

  "Not yet. And quit struggling. I'd hate to coldcock you,” he growled. “But I will if I have to."

  Opening the passenger door of the car, he shoved her inside. “Not a word,” he cautioned as he changed places with the driver. He hit the accelerator, and they roared down the street. By the time they reached the bridge from Harbor Island to downtown Tampa, Rina had managed to slow her heart rate to somewhere between almost dead and hopefully alive.

  She eyed the man next to her. Her nose hadn't let her down.

  "Hello, McCall."

  Of course it had to be him. The very last person in the world she wanted to see.

  But he was paying no attention to her, speaking into a cell phone too softly for her to understand what he was saying. Blood dripped from her nose again, and she pulled up the tail of her blouse to blot it, the only thing she had since she'd lost her purse when the man attacked her.

  McCall snapped the phone shut and dropped it on the seat beside him. “I should lock you up just on the grounds of stupidity.” His voice was taut with tension. “What in the fucking hell were you doing at John's place tonight?"

  Her hand went automatically to the locket around her neck “What were you doing there?"

  "Uh uh. I get to ask the questions.” He huffed a breath. “Have you lost your everlovin’ mind?"

  No matter what she said, it would turn out to be the wrong thing, so Rina just kept silent, blotting her nose and wishing she had a huge bottle of aspirin.

  "Listen, you idiot,” he went on. “You know the lengths we've gone to in order to k
eep your relationship with your brother a secret. In our line of work, families are prime hostage targets."

  Rina knew that. When John had been accepted as a member of the ultra-secret anti-terrorist task force, every trace of their relationship had been buried. His boss had even gone so far as to acquire a phony birth certificate for her brother and a fake background. Any evidence that John Wilson, black ops operative, was her brother, John Devargas, ceased to exist. Except to Sully and the team.

  "No comment?” he asked.

  "Who-who was the man who attacked me?"

  "Someone whose identity we'll never know now that you blundered into the middle of our stakeout."

  She had never heard McCall quite so angry, but it couldn't be helped. The call from John had shocked her, coming out of the blue as it had. There was no way she could have refused his request, no matter what the rules were. Or what she made a mess of. “I left my rental car back there."

  "Forget about it. I'll have someone pick it up."

  "I, um, don't have my keys. I ... that is ... I lost my purse."

  "Jesus Christ.” McCall pounded the steering wheel. “Are you serious? You left your purse with all your identification where these people could get it?"

  "What people?” The ones John was afraid of? The ones who were after him? Had even maybe killed him?

  No. She pushed that thought out of her mind.

  "What people?” she asked again, but McCall drove on in silence, his mouth set in a grim line.

  Rina took a good look at him. His lean, muscular frame was dressed in the familiar all black, his thick black hair blending in with it. She remembered all too well the last time she had seen Connor McCall.

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  One year earlier