Double Shot to the Heart (Brewed Moon Book 2)

by Critch, J. Margot

  He released her and turned her back to face him. Juliana attempted to regain her breath as her body still vibrated with her orgasm. His eyes cast an appraising gaze up and down her body. The normally steel blue color had darkened to a deep indigo with desire. His full lips parted and his nostrils flared. Every feature of his face was coloured with want for her.

  He took her hand, walked her into his bedroom, and turned away as she tried to pull him closer, and flicked the switch on the bedside table. The golden wash from the lamp cascaded over them. As he returned to her he slipped around to her back where she felt him unzip her dress. When he brought the zipper down to the spot just above the curve of her ass, he pushed the material from her shoulders and it fell effortlessly into a puddle at her feet, revealing her body.

  He stood back, and grinned at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jules.”

  Mitch kissed her again, his fingers sent blazing trails down her shoulders, her back, he grabbed her ass, and then smoothed his hands back up to her face. She shivered, her own fingers working the buttons on the front of his shirt. After undoing the last one, she pushed his shirt open, past his broad shoulders. And she realized that even though he’d been had sex before, and she’d felt his strength, she had only seen him without clothing that night he slept on the couch at the safe house. They had always met while she was blindfolded, or in a pitch-black room, and she revelled in just seeing him. Her eyes skimmed over him, taking in his broad shoulders, trim waist and the swells and dips of firm muscles underneath a fine layer of dark hair that covered his sculpted pecs and abdominal muscles, and narrowed into a thin trail that disappeared behind the zipper of his jeans. She ran her palms down his chest and stomach, relishing in the feeling of him below her palms. She could feel his muscles twitch and shudder. Then she saw it - the pink, puckered skin of the bullet scar low on his abdomen and she ran her fingertips over it. With sad eyes, she looked up at him.

  “Mitch, what happened?”

  "It's nothing," he breathed. “It’s an old scar. I’m fine.”

  “But-” her fingers traced the blemish on his otherwise perfect torso.

  His fingers grasped hers and brought them to his zipper. “Don’t worry about it. I was young and careless. I’ll tell you all about it. Later,” he finished.

  Juliana nodded and made quick work of his jeans, pushing them down his thighs, and her attention settled on the area still covered by his black boxer briefs, which were outright tented by this time. Mitch groaned and shuddered when Juliana’s hand encircled his erection through his shorts. She stroked him through for a short while, before he growled and pushed her hand away.

  “Enough of the pre-show,” he muttered. He smoothed his hands over her shoulders, kneading softly, before tracing a path lower. She shuddered as a warm glow emanated from his touch as his fingers worked their way down. He unhooked her bra and she let it drop from her shoulders. He palmed her now-bare breasts, and his fingers found the stiff peaks of her nipples. He pinched them lightly, making her squeal.

  Mitch chuckled. She loved that sound, and she watched the clever smile on his lips before he lowered his head and opened his mouth around one taut nipple. Shockwaves shot straight through her, landing in her groin.

  "Mitch," she sighed his name, tangling her fingers in his hair, holding him more closely to her chest.

  His tongue stroked the already hard peak. While his mouth worked diligently on one breast, his fingers worked the other. He sucked and nipped, pinched and played until she could no longer stand it.

  Juliana threw her head back with a sigh. “Oh god, Mitch, you’re killing me.”

  He looked up at her, wickedly, with a smile that about did her in. “Not yet, I’m not.”

  With his mouth and one hand on her breasts, Mitch straightened and he feasted his eyes on her, before dropping to his knees in front of her. This beautiful, strong woman in front of him. And even though he’d had her before, he never wanted any woman so much as he craved Juliana. She was his at that moment. And even though he knew that he was charged with protecting her, he couldn’t help himself. He would always protect her, but tonight he would pleasure her as well.

  He placed his hands on her ankles and touched his lips to her thigh. He ran his hands up her legs, up to her hips, and he reached around and grabbed her behind. He could see the satin of her panties, darkened with the moistness of her desire, and he hooked his thumbs under the band of her thong, pulling it down slowly to the floor. Now that she was completely naked, he moved back on his heels to take her in. “You’re stunning,” he said simply, looking up at her.

  She laughed. "You're just saying that because I Iet you get me naked."

  "That might have something to do with it," he agreed, smacking her lightly on the behind. “But you’d still be stunning even if you hadn’t.” He smiled, before he pressed his lips to the small triangle of short hair of her bikini area. Mitch could hear Juliana's intake of breath, as he took her leg and gently lifted it over his shoulder. She was still standing on one leg, with his hands cupping her hips, supporting her. He glanced up and caught her eyes, glued to his. Her lips slightly parted. He stroked a finger along her crease, and found her already so wet from her previous orgasm. But the noises she made at this moment told him that she was ready to go once again.

  "Mitch," she gasped, her voice a whisper.

  The times they’d met at Leather & Lace had been hurried, frantic. There wasn’t much time to linger and fully explore her body, at least as much as he wanted to. But Mitch needed to taste her and he wouldn't wait another second, not when she was so ready for him, and he slid his tongue lazily through her folds. He had all night to drive her crazy with his touch.

  When his mouth landed on the sweet spot between her thighs, a loud cry escaped her parted lips. His tongue and lips found her clit, and she moaned. The leg she stood on buckled, and Mitch strengthened his grip around her hips, to keep her upright, supporting her as he continued his frenzied work. Mitch felt her tense above him as his fingers and mouth worked below. She moaned again, loudly, and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging to his skin and gripping his hair as he made her come again. He felt her release, as she bucked against his mouth and yet he didn't relent, staying with her until her tremors had finished.

  “Oh man,” she whispered, looking down at him, eyes heavily-lidded. She stood there, still whimpering at his delicate touch.

  Mitch reluctantly pulled himself away and stood, never letting his hands leave her, dragging them up her body as he rose. “You’re telling me.” He kissed her deeply, pulling her close, pressing his painfully erect cock against her stomach. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of her.

  He lifted her by the waist and turned them both so they were closer to the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress gently, and followed her down, their lips meeting again. He kneeled away from her briefly to push down his boxers. He smiled when her eyes widened appreciatively when he sprang free from the confines of his boxers, and then he settled on top of her, nestling against her. Kissing her, he blindly reached into the bedside table, pulled out a condom, and brought her closer. Her body was still trembling from the orgasm he had just given her moments ago, and he knew he should have let her rest a little before taking her, but there was no chance of that now. He needed her more than he needed to breathe.

  He had never felt so frantic or desperate, and with hands that shook more than he would’ve liked, Mitch ripped open the foil wrapper of the condom and sheathed himself. He took a deep breath, a vain effort to calm himself, he wrapped a hand around his shaft, and he guided himself to her center. In one fluid thrust, he forced a lustful cry from her lips, and filled her completely.

  Mitch looked down at her, her gaze not wavering from his. “Are you with me?”

  “Oh yeah,” she replied breathlessly, and shifted her hips up to encourage him to start moving.

  Mitch snapped, and started thrusting his hips quickly, without abandon. “Jes
us, Juliana. You’re always amazing.”

  Her arms were around him, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, waist and ass, scraping along, cutting into his skin. His hips gained speed, unable to stop himself from owning her completely, as his thrusts made the headboard of his bed slap into the wall. He didn’t know if it was because their forced proximity, the stress of the week that they’d had, or the fact that his identity as her secret lover was revealed, but he took her with a wild abandon that he hadn’t before experienced.

  The familiar way she shook beneath him foretold her pending orgasm, the way she squeezed him was almost too much, and in an attempt to hold off until he made her come again, he mashed his teeth together. He feared it might be too late and he felt the tension building inside of himself. But luckily, Juliana gave a final shout and threw her head back to the pillow and arched against him, and it was enough to finish him off, and the waves of his own orgasm radiated throughout him until he stilled, rigid, and finished with a hoarse shout, collapsing on her, trying his hardest to hold himself aloft and not crush her with his weight.

  “Fuck, you feel good.” he sighed, his face buried in her throat, still lodged inside of her. “You’re incredible.”

  Juliana laughed, caressing his face. “None of that was me, hun. I’m pretty sure you just did all the work.”

  He rolled away from her with a chuckle to dispose of the condom in a nearby trashcan, but quickly returned to the bed and lay down supine, drawing her near. “I certainly wouldn't qualify any of what just happened work.”

  Chapter 20

  The next morning, the sun was barely up when Mitch walked into his kitchen, dressed and fresh from a shower, to see Juliana dressed in the shirt she’d stripped from him the night before, rifling through his cupboards. He smiled when she stood on her toes and reached for the high shelf, the hem of his shirt rose over the bottom of her pert, tight ass.

  He’d spent another night curved around her amazing body, this time they were unencumbered by their clothing, and they’d slept skin-to-deliciously-soft-skin. He was amazed by how, in just a few nights, he had become completely accustomed to sleeping with her in his bed. And strangely enough, he had never slept better in his life. Normally, he liked to have space, and stretch out for the brief periods of time when he allowed himself to sleep. It was why he normally didn't stick around after going to bed with a woman. That was not the case when he slept with Juliana. He felt an all-encompassing need to keep her as close to him as possible.

  With the way that they had drifted off into a comfortable slumber, he knew that they still needed to have a conversation about what had happened, their trysts at Leather & Lace, about the fact that he’d slept with her while he was supposed protecting her. But as he watched her, talking was the furthest thing from his mind. His cock hardened at the image of lifting her onto the counter and having himself a quickie before they headed to work. But he refrained, because he knew that once he touched her their encounter would be anything but quick.

  She still didn’t know he was behind her, he really needed to help make her more aware of her surroundings, but he didn’t want to disturb her and the show she was giving him as she stretched to reach the highest cupboard.

  “Anything I can help you find in there?” he asked, amused, coming up behind her.

  Juliana sighed. “I’m still looking for something that would pass for a decent cup of coffee in this place,” she answered turning around to face him. “After drinking your regular stock for the past three days I’ve been here, I’m hoping that there’s something decent hidden, lost and forgotten, in one of your cupboards. I’m tired of drinking whatever you call coffee.” She frowned at him.

  “It’s not that bad,” he argued.

  She scoffed and turned back to the cupboards. “I’ve been meaning to bring some from the café, but I always forget. You’re a grown man, why don't you have any real coffee? I thought I could get past you not having a grinder but, this-” she held up a bottle of instant coffee granules. “This is inexcusable. You should feel ashamed.”

  Mitch laughed, it seemed that she wasn’t quite in the good mood that he was. He’d given her his best last night, so he attributed it to the lack of what she called ‘quality coffee’ and not his lack of prowess. “Are you done? You do realize that when you leave here, you go to your café, a place with unlimited resources of coffee, right?”

  “You really don’t understand,” she leaned against the counter and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her face was serious. “There is really nothing better than that first sip of coffee when you get out of bed in the morning. The aroma, holding the mug close, warming your hands, the steam, the heat, the way it sits on your tongue, hitting all of the right taste buds, the way you can feel it glide down your throat…”

  Mitch felt himself harden at the erotic way she described her coffee. He cleared his throat. “You'll have to forgive me but I don't normally entertain coffee connoisseurs such as yourself, especially this early in the morning. Why do you think I've been frequenting Brewed Moon every day? It isn't its convenient location.” He leaned in, bracing a palm on the counter on either side of her. “You know, it’s a twenty-minute drive from here and nowhere near my work, right? And it certainly isn't the shining customer service that keeps me coming back. Because the owner of that place is such a smart ass.” His hands slid down to the back of her thighs, and lifted her on to the counter. He kissed her, punctuating each word with a brush of his lips against hers. “A real irritating, condescending, coffee snob. But she does have this incredible body.”

  Mitch didn’t miss the fire in her eyes as he took his place, standing between her parted knees. “What time do you have to be at the café?”

  “I’m technically not working today, but I wanted to go in for a few hours to catch up on some paperwork, and to help Azura with the morning rush. It was crazy busy yesterday.”

  “People missed you during those two days you were closed,” he noted.

  “Or more like they wanted see if I’d give them any details about the shooting, or show them the blood spatter.”

  “Well, that too. I’d rather see you stay home,” he said. “Especially with what happened to you at the lake last night.”

  Juliana rolled her eyes, and turned away from him.

  “Alright, fine,” he conceded. “I’ll get one of the guys to keep an eye on you. They’ll take shifts again. From the inside today.”

  He was surprised when she didn’t argue. She must have gotten more of scare yesterday than she let on. Her eyes dimmed, with the mention of a security detail. “I don’t like it. But, okay, if you think that’s best.”

  “I do. At least until we can make sure you’re safe.”

  “I remember not needing to make sure I was safe. Safety was always kind of a given in my life.” Her smile was rueful, and sad.

  “And it will be again soon,” he told her, taking her face in his hands, and making sure she was looking in his eyes. “I promise.” He brought her to him, and kissed her.

  He’d only meant to offer her comfort with one soft kiss, but the moment his lips touched hers, he was a goner. He kissed the corners of her mouth, the bow of her lips, before she parted them and tilted her head to the side to allow him to deepen the kiss. His tongue searched her mouth, probing, stroking against hers. Her taste and smell, urged him on, and he remembered the night before, and the previous nights he’d been with her. But as the small, desirous noises that escaped her throat were swallowed by his, he knew that this was different. He was offering himself to her, telling her that he would protect her, no matter what.

  Mitch’s hands left her face, and he lifted her onto the counter, just as he’d wanted and he palmed her bare knees. Slowly, he pushed them up her thighs, and she spread her legs, for him, allowing him to get closer, locking her ankles around his waist. He started loosening the buttons of the shirt she wore, his shirt, hell, it belongs to her now.

  “I have to get to work.” she
told him, her voice a breathless whisper. “Azura’s working alone.”

  “I know,” he breathed. “I’ve got to put in an appearance at the station, and then I have to get a new cellphone,” he laughed, remembering with anger how his had been cloned the day before. Juliana could have been hurt, or worse. It was yet another reminder, a sign that he couldn’t carry on like that with a witness, no matter how much he wanted her. He took a step back from her and helped her down from the counter.

  “Get dressed,” he told her. “I’ll take you to work.”

  Chapter 21

  The morning was warm, and the sun was bright in the clear sky. It was shaping up to be a pretty nice day. Weather-wise, anyway, he thought to himself. Despite the blue, cloudless sky, Mitch was filled with an internal storm. He looked over at Juliana, her thumbs flitting over the screen of her phone, and he could feel the pressure in his lap, his dick still half-hard in his pants from their encounter in the kitchen. Being with Juliana the night before had been great, but Mitch needed to keep his head on straight. He needed to focus on protecting her and taking down Petrova, even if that meant ignoring his needs, his body’s reaction to her, and his libido.

  He looked over at her again. She was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a loose-fitting blouse and a scarf. Even though she was covered up, it didn’t stop Mitch from picturing her without the layers, much to the chagrin of his groin, as his blood surged south once more, and he pressed against the zipper of his pants. He adjusted himself subtly, yeah, it was going to be much tougher than he’d imagined.