Black Ice (Hunters Inc Book 2)

by J M LOWE

  “Not the time or the place sweetheart”

  “If Liz Tylor and Richard Burton have finished, I need you to get your asses back in the Ops room.” The loud commanding voice of Jenson filled the empty space between them.

  The sound of heavy boots making their way past them pulled Sarah back, a blur of large figures dressed in black filtered past as each man came out from wherever they had been and made their way back into the room they occupied earlier.

  “Now…” the voice boomed.

  “We’ll talk about this later” Connor turned and followed the rest of his team, leaving Sarah stood.

  “Get her in here, she might as well hear this anyway”

  Sarah took her seat, this time she sat across from Connor and he seemed pissed that she had chosen to put a safe distance between them.

  He was watching her, she could feel his eyes on her, boring into her as though he could see into her very soul.

  Connor had leaned forward, his arms resting on the table, his hands clasped together as if trying to stop himself from reaching over and grabbing her.

  Sarah was trying her hardest to try and focus on anyone, anything that wasn’t him, but she was failing miserably. It was taking all her strength not to cross the void and curl up in his lap, the one place in the world she felt safe.

  “We’ve had a heads up, farm boys are closing in, they know Sarah is back in the country, but they don’t know where she is or who she is with yet, and it’s going to stay that way” Jenson addressed the room, but looked directly at Sarah as he spoke.

  “And how do you propose to do that? I mean, we’re talking about the damn CIA for Christ sake” Sarah looked up to see Connor staring Harry down.

  “We move…tonight. We all know what we have to do, so I suggest you go home, rest up, and we meet back here at 22:00 hours. But Sarah… I need you to stay here, get some sleep on the couch in Connors office, work out in the gym, do whatever, just don’t order Chinese takeout, the last thing I need is some snotty teenager delivery driver peering into my god damn gate camera, looking like he is stirring into the back of a fucking spoon, you understand?” a light snigger filled the room.

  “And tonight?” she looked up as Connor asked the question she needed answered.

  “She stays here, Em will be here, and Mikey so she won’t be alone and we know she is safe. Even I know the farm boys would be taking a risk trying to storm this place. Not gonna happen.”

  Connor was the first to stand as the meeting was brought to a close.

  If she was staying then so was he, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight until he had to and then it was only because he knew she would be safe at the warehouse.

  It had just about killed him to know she was pissed and he was the cause, but then he had felt the blood rush to his dick when she had folded her arms across her chest, the move pushing her perfect pert tits up and out, creating the slightest hint of cleavage that he was desperate to bury his face into.

  “Come on, I’ll show you my office, you can get some sleep if you want.” He needed to get her alone, needed to make her understand, he couldn’t, wouldn’t have her within a million miles of the dick who had tried to fuck her over, not gonna happen.

  He waited while she rounded the table, and followed him out the Ops room. The short walk to his office felt like it was taking forever.

  He opened the door to his office and Sarah walked in.

  “Connor I…” her words cut short as he closed the door behind her then grabbed her arm, spun her round and slammed her back into the hard wood.

  Connor caged her against the door, the sharp intake of her breath forcing his hard on to strain against his pants.

  Sarah didn’t get to finish her sentence before Connor had leaned in and taken her mouth with his.

  “For once, will you shut it woman”

  The shower they had shared earlier that morning had been the last time he’d had his hands on her and it had been way to long ago for his liking.

  Connor heard the soft delicate moan that escaped from her as he leaned his bulk up against her, his hard dick pushing in, leaving no mistaking what was on his mind.

  She was driving him crazy, and he fucking loved it, loved her, her fight back attitude was becoming the biggest turn on of his life and he had needed all his damn will power not to take her on the Ops room table in front of his team. Now that would have provided enough banter to keep them occupied for quite some time.

  Sarah snaked her arms up and around his neck, pulling him deeper into their kiss, her tongue exploring every part of his mouth.

  Connor needed her, needed this, needed to be buried balls deep in her again or he was gonna seriously loose his shit.

  She didn’t protest when he broke their kiss and took her by the hand and lead her to the couch.

  He didn’t protest when Sarah sat on the edge of the black leather seat and set to work on the belt and buttons of his black tactical pants.

  Not sure where this was leading, but enjoying it to damn much to stop her, who was he to deny his woman what she wanted.

  “You’re mine, for however long this takes, understand?” well fuck…

  “Yes Mam…”

  Connor took a hard, sharp breath in as Sarah released his swollen cock from its restraint, just the touch of her soft hand almost had him covering her in prejack, almost, but not quite and he had never been more grateful that his hard cock wasn’t going to waste.

  He steadied himself as Sarah took him in her hands.

  She palmed him with long, slow delicious strokes causing him to close his eyes and let his head fall back as a “Fuck” caught in his throat.

  And then she licked him, slowly, from the base of his shaft, all the way to the tip of his head. Every delectable, mouthwatering inch. God damn, she was something else.

  Connor thought he was gonna loose the last ounce of self-control he had left when she took him deep into her throat, this certainly not what he had been expecting when he pulled her into his office, but he wasn’t in any position to tell her to stop, yeah, like that was gonna happen.

  She worked him hard, taking him in, coating his hard cock in hot saliva as she pumped him in a rhythm she was having a hard time keeping control of.

  It was a fight to gain the upper hand, Sarah was sucking his cock like woman gasping for her last breath, Connor a crazed man filled with a need to thread his fingers into her soft blonde hair and fuck her mouth.

  Finally, a compromise was reached, Sarah and Connor found a rhythm that worked for them both.

  He threaded his fingers, guiding her at a pace that brought him maximum pleasure, Sarah sucked and licked him with a hunger that he had never known.

  He looked down to see her lips tight and swollen around his shaft as he felt the powerful tingle building deep within him.

  Connor was close, he needed her to stop, to let him free, but the more he tried to pull out, the harder she sucked his cock back in.

  Sarah was wild and he was loving it, the increase in her action told him she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  It spurred her on, she sucked him harder, faster, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, almost reaching the back of her throat before her gag reflex kicked in, she was taking him, all of him.

  Connor was fucked if he could remember a time when he had enjoyed having a woman’s hot needy mouth sucking on his throbbing cock more than this, she was fucking perfect.

  Control gone, he took her and pumped her mouth with the last few thrusts it needed to take him over the edge.

  Sarah had made it perfectly clear she wasn’t allowing him to pull out, not that he could if he wanted too as he felt his hard cock flex when the first muscle spasm hit and his seed emptied into her hungry mouth.

  Over and over the hot liquid pumped from him in spurts as he shuddered with climactic pleasure, and all the time she kept working him, never easing up until she knew she had taken ever thing he had to give, only then did she swallow be
fore allowing him to pull free, then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave him the most delicious smile he swore he had ever seen.

  Connor was lost, no words could even come close to describing the feelings he had for this woman.

  Fuck that he had only known her a few days, he was in this for a life time and she could blow him like that whenever the hell she wanted.

  Sarah didn’t wait, didn’t want to wait, she pulled off her shirt and threw it to the floor, screw neat and tidy.

  Connor had been driving her crazy, all the while she had been sucking him, Sarah had been fighting the urge to slip her hand into her panties and play with her hard, swollen bud of nerves.

  She needed to be touched, needed him to touch her, kiss her, fuck her, anything, she didn’t care what he wanted, just as long as it involved his hands and mouth on her body and his hard cock buried deep inside her.

  “And now you’re mine…” his words sending volts straight to her now juice slicked pussy. This was torture.

  Connor dropped to his knees, his pants still pooled around his ankles, thick set boots preventing him from losing his clothes, bottom half at least.

  Sarah pulled his t over his head and drank in the sight of him, a shiver running through her body.

  She discarded her bra, giving him the freedom to palm her swollen breasts, to massage and caress her, to give her a taste of the pleasure she was so desperate for.

  Sarah pushed forward, her instincts taking over as she searched for his touch.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  Connor took one hard nipple in his mouth as he thumbed her other. Sarah gasped audibly as he worked her hard.

  He suckled her hard, his tongue flicking over her protruding nub, waves of pleasure cursing through her aching body.

  This was heaven and hell and everywhere in between.

  Connor took her other nipple in his mouth, repeating the same torturous pleasure, he reached down and worked his hand into the elasticated band of her leggings.

  The slightest touch of her hot wet folds and he was hard again, his need for her not having diminished with the breath-taking orgasm she had extracted from him just seconds earlier.

  Sarah was craving him, but he was the one in control now and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t let him do.

  Sarah felt the loss of him as he pulled away from her, he hooked her leggings and peeled them off her legs, the black cloth joining her shirt on the floor.

  She was naked now, and on display for him and she loved to see how he looked at her, like he was mapping every inch of her body with his eyes.

  Connor pulled her close, he wasn’t willing to wait, she could see that when she looked at his face, into his eyes, and she want willing to wait either.

  “I want you…Now” the words where few, but carried so much.

  “Yes Mam…”

  Sarah watched as Connor palmed his hard cock then leaned down, snagged his wallet from the pants still gathered around his boots.

  He took out a foil packet, making quick work of what needed to be taken care of, before he positioned himself between her open thighs, the head of his swollen shaft teasing at her slick entrance.

  It took the slightest push for him to break past her barrier and slide his cock deep into her wet chamber.

  He palmed her breasts, his course thumbs scratching over her hard, pebbled nipples as she caught a faint gasp in her throat when he started to move.

  Pleasure shuddering through her in waves as he thrust his ass, his hips finding a hard-rhythmic pace that was forcing the walls of her pussy to grasp at his thick length with each stroke that filled her until he had nothing left to give.

  As she came, Sarah thrashed her head from side to side, arching her back, crying out with a pleasure that no woman had a right to experience.

  The orgasm that had built deep within her, finally broke free into a multitude of hedonistic spasms that centered around her throbbing clitoris. Hit after hit.

  If Sarah had ever felt anything like this, her memory was faltering, this was like nothing she had ever known before.

  Connor had seen that Sarah was close to reaching her climax, but he was selfish, he wanted more.

  She had given him so much, and he wanted her to receive as much in return, but his own selfish needs had crept to the surface and when he had looked down at her as she came on his hard cock, it spurred him on, working her hard.

  Connor knew he was big, knew he would have to be careful not to slam into her too much, but his primal need was taking him and he upped his pace to reach the fulfillment his body so desperately craved.

  Connor thrust hard, the last few strokes faster than he knew he could go. Man, she was driving him insane.

  There would never be another for him. He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

  Hot liquid erupted from deep within him as he filled her with everything he had.

  Time and again he thrust, his seed spilling into her as he strained, every muscle in his body flexing as he came deep inside her.

  Connor looked down at the woman beneath him, her eyes still closed as her body took the last of him before he reluctantly pulled out of her, he leaned over, kissing her gently.

  “I love you Sarah…”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  The next few hours passed by in a blur.

  Sarah had finally but reluctantly agreed to try and get some sleep on his office couch, which gave him chance to go over the details of the operation that his team had put together.

  Jenson had promised Sarah that she would be able to contact her family when it was over and that had seemed to pacify her, for the time being at least.

  Connor knew how much she was desperate to see her father, to speak to him, but the risk of any call being traced was too great, and not a risk they could afford to take right now. Besides, then he would have to sit and explain to her father how he had been tasked with securing his daughter and bringing her home, but had lost the fight he never knew he was in and had ended up losing his very soul. Well, maybe he wouldn’t use those terms, but he knew he would have some explaining to do, he just hoped the guy was gonna be ok with it, because now that Connor had found Sarah, he had absolutely no intention of letting her go. Maybe it was time he made peace with his past, he would never know unless he closed his eyes and took a blind leap of faith, except Connor was walking into this with his eyes wide open, this was what he wanted, she was what he wanted, and Connor always got what he wanted!

  Connor paced, it was becoming a habit he needed to break, it showed the others that he was nervous, frustrated, something, hell, he didn’t know what he was when it came to the sleeping beauty that was snuggled under the thick throw blanket that usually adorned the back of his couch, but more than anything, it gave to much away.

  “You’re gonna wear a damn hole in the new floor if you don’t sit your ass down” Jenson stood leaning over looking at the computer screen that was illuminating the room.

  Em had been working around the clock trying to crack who had deposited the five hundred thousand dollars into Sarah’s bank account.

  She had been trying to retrieve deleted files and messages from Gavin Smiths phone and she had been trying to hack his laptop to try and see if it gave any indication as to whom was the real brains behind Operation ‘Black Ice’. No pressure then.

  Connor was about to down his third mug of coffee in the last thirty minutes when he stopped, cup just short of his lips.

  “Oh, my god, you have got to be kidding me…” he watched as Em worked her fingers across the keyboard of her desk top. This was all gobbledygook to him, but he couldn’t pull himself away as he watched her work.

  The girl was a fast learner, he was impressed.

  “What?” Connor left the coffee alone, leaning in mirroring Jenson who was hovering over her opposite shoulder.

  “I think I know who is really pulling the strings in all this, you were right, Mr. Braggalot certainly wasn’t the brains, more li
ke a poor man’s go between if you like…”

  “Waffling, Super girl…and how many god damn pseudonyms does this jerk actually have? Do you think we could stick with, oh, I don’t know…SMITH?”

  Connor saw the nervous glance Em gave their boss, she still hadn’t got used to his bark being worse than his bite persona yet, but she was doing it a damn good job of holding her own.

  It couldn’t be easy being the only girl in an Ops team full of action hungry men.

  Em hit a few more keys.

  “You are fucking kidding me?”

  Connor stood, his hand rubbing down his face as several images of the same man covered her monitor.

  Morgan Andrews.

  The information that Em has found told them that he was the head of the US skating federation.

  But his connection to Smith wasn’t jumping out at him, he was struggling to see what the two men could possibly gain from framing Sarah, or what their involvement in a damn bomb plot was?

  Too many questions for his liking, Connor didn’t need any more questions, he wanted answers and by the end of the night, he was going to make damn sure he got them.

  “This just keeps getting better and better. Can someone please explain something, anything to me, cause right now I am as confused as a gay man in an all-female whore house.” Jenson groaned.

  Connor tried to read the information that was filling the screen, too much for him to take in all at once.

  He needed this to end, his blind rage was confusing him, his ability to think clearly being clouded by the thought that these bastards where willing to ruin Sarah’s life, just so they could save their own skin. But why?

  Connor crouched down next to the sleeping beauty that had somehow managed to run for her life and straight into his heart.

  If he never again had the chance to watch her as she slept, he knew his life wouldn’t be worth living.

  She was beautiful, strong, powerful, she was everything.

  He certainly hadn’t planned on falling in love when he boarded the plane to Helsinki, but it was what it was and he was willing to fight with every breath in his body to save her.