COWBOY ROMANCE: Devon (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 2)

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by Amanda Boone


  “You’re here now.” He sucked her aching nipples as he began to draw back. “I knew this would happen the moment I saw you. So did you. We’ve both been dreaming of it, haven’t we?”

  “This isn’t a dream,” she whispered.

  Kameko felt her breasts bounce as he shafted her harder, and the smell of sex coiled around them both. She wrapped her legs around his hard body, surrendering to the driving force of his penis and then riding it.

  Jake watched her eyes as he drove in and out of her. “I can feel you fluttering around me like a butterfly.” A deep guttural sound spilled from his throat as he plowed deeper. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to give me the real thing this time, love?”

  Love. The word sent swarm of panic through Kameko. She couldn’t be with him, not like this. She’d been a fool to let him seduce her. She pushed at him, shaking her head desperately as she tried to resist the dark delight blooming inside her.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t get to leave me again, not while I’m fucking you.” Jake dragged her legs up over his shoulders as he hauled her to the very edge of the platform, and then pressed over her until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. “You look at me.”

  Kameko wailed, her body pinned and helpless now.

  “Meko, open your eyes.” When she looked at him, he slid out and pushed in until their body hair tangled and his cockhead prodded the edge of her cervix. He then reached down and thrust his thumb between her folds to stroke her pearl steadily. “You owe me this. I want it. I want it all, now.”

  Her thighs tightened a moment before the climax shattered through her with a roaring river of hot pleasure. Jake held her down and kept his penis planted firmly inside her as he rubbed her clit, his rigid shaft swelling as her contractions milked him. He kept rubbing her until she came a second time, and then pulled his thick girth out of her body.

  “My turn,” he told her as he stroked his glistening penis with his big fist. “Watch me come all over you now.”

  Kameko's eyes narrowed as he groaned and shook, his fist still pumping as the first thick jet of his semen shot out and spilled across her belly like a ribbon of pale cream. She reached down and parted her folds to expose her pulsing clit, offering it to him. “Here. Give it to me here.”

  With another groan Jake sent the next spurt to splash against her nub, and then another, and another until he had soaked her with his come. He released his shaft and leaned over her, his broad chest expanding with the breaths he gulped.

  Touching his lips to hers for a moment, he murmured, “That was real, Meko. All the real either of us ever needs.”

  Chapter Four

  A throbbing ache between her thighs dragged Kameko back to consciousness. She was in bed with Jake, her damp body pressed back against his, the satin sheets cocooning them as closely as the blended scents of their bodies. He’d fallen asleep after the last time they’d had sex without bothering to withdraw. As sore and sensitive as she was, she loved feeling his thick, heavy penis swelling inside her. It made her think of how he'd made her take him over and over that night, his shaft like a tireless piston. Even now, while he was sleeping, he wanted her.

  All this desire baffled her.

  The last time Kameko had taken a lover, he’d been a fellow agent out of London who had seemed clean and discreet. He’d never been able to bring her to orgasm when they'd had sex, which had basically consisted of him slobbering over her breasts and grunting away on top of her while she stared at the ceiling.

  The other agent had broken it off, but he hadn’t taken the blame for the failure of the affair. I don’t think men do it for you, Kameko, but with your history, that’s not surprising. Maybe you should try women.

  Kameko wasn't attracted to her own gender, and she wasn’t inclined to repeat the experience. So since that breakup, she'd depended on herself for her pleasures. Since coming to work for Jake, the billionaire had starred in all of her fantasies.

  Maybe I can give him one to remember after I’m gone.

  Carefully she clenched around him, tightening her internal muscles and then relaxing them to massage his shaft. Still asleep, he murmured something wordless and thrust a little deeper inside her, his big hand clamping over her breast.

  Unbearably excited, Kameko closed her eyes and slipped her hand down to her thighs, where she touched her clit with a fingertip. Already unhooded and erect, it sent a tingling jolt through her sex. She'd never masturbated with a real penis inside her; the woman who had trained her had given her only sex toys to use. She knew if she could come, the contractions of her body might make him do the same.

  Slowly she stroked her clit, being careful to use only one finger and gentle motion in order to keep as still as she could. If he woke up it would ruin everything, so she had to control herself. She felt herself growing slick and warm as her rubbing stoked her need, and she clasped and released her muscles around his thick length, hoping to give him the same pleasure she was taking for herself.

  Jake shifted and uttered a low, drowsy growl as he pushed deeper.

  “Yes,” she breathed the word. While he was asleep she could tell him what she never dared to when he was awake. “You feel so hard inside me. I love how you fill me and stretch me. No one has ever made me feel so good.”

  She stopped rubbing her pearl to encircle the base of his penis with her fingers, tightening them as he pressed in. When he groaned sleepily, she took her hand away and went back to playing with her nub, her fingers wet from touching his shaft.

  It didn't take long for her orgasm to build, and soon Kameko was rubbing herself faster and harder as she wriggled, her body clasping him urgently. She could feel him growing harder and bigger inside her as she did, and when his hand began massaging her breast, it triggered a huge burst of pleasure inside her that left her breathless and shaking. A moment later she felt Jake's shaft swell and jerk as he flooded her sheath with his seed.

  “You have a hundred years to stop doing that,” he told her, his breath warm on her cheek as he encircled her waist with his arm. “Unless you’re as sore as I am. Then you can take a break for an hour.”

  She smiled. “When I woke up and I felt you inside me, so big and hard . . . I couldn't help myself.”

  “Mmm.” When she tried to move away, he tightened his arm. “You're not going anywhere,” he murmured, stroking her breast. “Not after that.”

  Kameko watched his face as he drifted back off to sleep. She felt a deep and abiding sense of satisfaction, but behind it shame blossomed. She couldn’t stay with him, not even for sex.

  Once Jake's breathing slowed, and his arm around her waist relaxed, Kameko turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She’d finally crossed the line she’d drawn for herself. She’d always been ashamed of her childhood training, and had tried to forget it. One night with Jake Silvar and she was behaving like the whore she’d been taught to be.

  Jake deserved better.

  Kameko pushed away the shame and focused on her next move. By now Simon Denning had probably reported her missing to the London branch; her handler would be worried. If she didn’t report in another twelve hours they would send someone after her.

  Kameko's gaze shifted to the bedroom window, where she saw the sky beginning to lighten as dawn approached. Carefully she moved Jake's arm away from her, and gently disengaged their bodies before she slipped out of bed, picked up her clothes, and tiptoed out of the room.

  Misery swamped her as she dressed, which was probably why she didn’t hear the man in black until he was on top of her. He pulled her into a choke hold, and raised a stiletto above her chest. She only had time to close her eyes as the blade came plunging down, and then a weapon fired. Kameko dropped as the man staggered backward and collapsed.

  “I wouldn’t,” Jake said as he emerged from the bedroom. He kept his gun trained on the man clasping his bleeding shoulder.

  Kameko spun around, kicking the stiletto from the assassin’s hand and catching i
t by the hilt as it flipped through the air. She stood and glanced at Jake. “Now you must call the police, I’m afraid.” She regarded her would-be killer, who snarled something filthy in Spanish at her. “I’ll have to talk to my people as well.”

  “Sure.” Jake came over to handcuff the assassin. “When you tell me exactly who your people are.”

  “British intelligence,” Kameko said, and sighed. “I work for MI-6.”

  #

  Discovering his former assistant and new lover was a spy didn’t shock Jake as much as it pissed him off -- again. He clamped down on his temper while Kameko arranged to have her people retrieve the assassin and take him in for questioning. She spent another hour on the phone reporting on the situation to her superiors before she spoke to him again.

  “I’ve told them we staged the abduction as part of a planned sting operation,” she said as she walked with him back to the office. “I don’t think they believed me, but you won’t face any charges for kidnapping me.”

  Jake waited until they were alone before he said, “Why did the U.K. plant you in my office?”

  “We received a report that you were being targeted by an international terrorist cartel,” she told him. “We needed to know what they were after: you or your work. Now we know.”

  She looked calm and composed, as if she were talking about grocery shopping instead of corporate espionage. He felt like shaking her until her teeth rattled. “But you couldn’t tell me about it?”

  “That is standard procedure,” she assured him. “I was assigned to protect you and wait until the cartel made their move.”

  “You left.” She was pretending as if last night hadn’t happened, too, which pissed him off even more. “You left without telling me I was being targeted. If I’d known—”

  Kameko rubbed her eyes. “You couldn’t have done anything to stop this, Jacob – and you weren’t unprotected. I had another operative sent to replace me the same day I left.”

  “Who?” Before she answered, he swore under his breath. “Never mind. I don’t care who it is. I’m done with this.”

  “I’m afraid you’re not. I had my people trace the signal used to upload the schematics through your smart phone. It came through an internet phone service from an anonymous account.” She offered him a slip of paper. “This is the IP address of the terminal used to make the call.”

  He eyed the number and crumpled the paper. “Not, it’s not. It can’t be. This is one of Silvatech’s IPs.”

  She regarded him steadily. “Then it seems that I’m not the only one who came to work here as an undercover agent.”

  Chapter Five

  Silvatech’s accounting division occupied an entire floor of the building, through which Kameko walked with Jake to the division manager’s office. The cartel’s agent had avoided the more sensitive departments and hidden in plain sight among the number-crunchers, which even she had to admit had been a brilliant move.

  As soon as the manager’s mousy-looking secretary saw Jake, she jumped up. “Mr. Silvar, good morning. May I help you?”

  Jake smiled. “I need to speak with Kyle, Ms. Garcy.”

  The secretary’s hand shook as she opened the door to announce them, and Kameko gave the other woman a sympathetic smile as she followed Jake in.

  “Mr. Silvar.” Kyle Blake got up slowly, as if in pain, and came around his desk. “Is there something you need?”

  “Please stay,” Kameko said when Ms. Garcy began to back out of the office. “We may need your help, too.”

  “Of course.” The other woman closed the door, and listened as Jake told her boss about the terminal that had been used to steal the schematics.

  “That is my IP address,” Blake said after looking at the slip of paper. “But Mr. Silvar, I’m just getting back to work. I’ve been home recovering from surgery for the last two months.”

  “The thief could have come in here and used his terminal, I suppose,” Kameko said to the secretary. “Do you know of anyone who used Mr. Blake’s office while he was gone?”

  Ms. Garcy frowned. “Well, there was the man from IT, but he just came to install some new software a few weeks back.” Her eyes widened. “You don’t think he did it?”

  “No, I don’t.” Kameko moved, putting herself between the secretary and the door. “I think you did, Ms. Garcy. Or is it Garcia?”

  “Me, a spy? Are you kidding?” The mousy woman faked a laugh. “I think you’re very confused, Ms. Saito.” She turned to Jake. “Or maybe your assistant is trying to frame me, sir, for something she did.”

  “I rather doubt it,” Jake said. “Seeing as she’s British intelligence.”

  Kameko saw the secretary reaching into her jacket, and drove her foot into the side of her knee, dislocating it. As the other woman screamed and toppled she straddled her and plucked the gun from her hand. “I’ll take that, thank you.”

  Kameko unloaded the clip and removed the bullet from the chamber before she handed the weapon to Jake. “Mr. Blake, may I borrow your tie?”

  The manager nodded, a dazed look on his face as he slowly removed his necktie and handed it to her. Kameko used it to restrain the sobbing secretary before she went out to sit behind her computer.

  “They wouldn’t have sent someone after me if they had the schematics,” she told Jake when he came to join her. After a quick search, she found an enormous file hidden in the secretary’s e-mail archives and accessed it. “Where would you like me to send these?”

  “Anywhere you like,” Jake told her. “They’re fake.”

  Kameko stared up at him. “What?”

  “A year ago the CIA alerted me about the cartel’s interest in acquiring my satellite designs to sell on the black market,” Jake said. “I’ve been working with them ever since.” He nodded toward the files. “The real version of those are being kept in Langley. I’ve been going there every week for the last year to work on them.”

  Kameko took in a quick breath. “Your Friday golfing match.”

  He nodded. “I hate golf. Always have.” He touched her shoulder. “Does this make us even?”

  “I think it does.” She felt almost proud of Jake for deceiving her, which was no easy thing, and loved him for gentle way he looked at her now. She loved him, period, and she’d never regret a single moment she’d spent with him, either. Now all she had to do was get out of the building before she broke down in tears and begged him to love her back. “Thank you for telling me.”

  “Come on.” He helped her up from the chair. “We have to call my country’s spooks now.”

  #

  Kameko sat on the balcony of the mediocre hotel room her handler had acquired for her, and sipped a glass of bland white wine as she looked out at the Silvatech building. Slipping away while Jake had been in a private conference with his CIA associates had been a bit childish, but she hadn’t wanted to say good-bye. Tomorrow she’d fly to Barcelona, where her next assignment awaited.

  Tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of her life without Jake.

  She turned her head as she heard the doorknob rattle. By the time the intruder came in, she had taken out her weapon, flicked off the safety and concealed herself.

  “Don’t kill me,” a deep, all-too-familiar voice said. “I come in peace.”

  Kameko closed her eyes for a moment before she stepped out to glare at Jake. “Have you lost your mind? Do you know how close you just came to being shot?”

  “I trust your trigger finger.” He held up a bottle of wine. “Plus I come bearing much better booze than the Brits.”

  She set down her weapon and strode over to the door, closing it and locking it. When she turned around Jake was right there, reaching for her. “Don’t do this,” she warned as she took a quick step back. “We can’t be together.”

  “I’m here, you’re here, there’s a bed. I brought wine.” He raised his brows. “What more do we need?”

  She avoided his hands and went around him. “I’ve lied to you every day
since we met. I left you when I should have stayed to protect you. Then I let you have sex with me and still kept lying.”

  “I can spank you, if you’d like.” When she eyed him, he shrugged. “I admit, I do need some pointers on how to deal with your submissive side.”

  “I’m not a whore,” she lied. “That’s just part of my cover.”

  “I wouldn’t care if you were.” Jake watched her. “I’d want to get you tested, and then I’d talk you into retiring. Or maybe I’d just buy all the nights you want to work for the rest of your life.”

  Kameko told him exactly what she thought of him in Japanese, and then stalked out onto the balcony.

  Jake followed, and joined her at the railing. “I suppose I am kind of a dog for lying to you, but you did the same to me. Does it mean I really have to suck the rotten eggs of a fat serpent?”

  She bit back a laugh. “And you speak Japanese. Of course.”

  “Damn right I do.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “I spent two years in Tokyo working on superconductor research with a crack team of their best designers. None of whom cared to learn English, oddly enough.”

  “I am a submissive, you know.” Kameko rested her cheek against his shoulder. “That part I never have to fake. My parents died when I was young, and I was taken in by a woman, who looked after a lot of orphaned girls. No one knew how she was training us in secret.”

  Jake went still. “Training you to do what?”

  “To be submissive concubines.” Kameko stared at the lights of the city. “She started by having us watch sex tapes, and then showed us how to masturbate. We learned to use our fingers and then sex toys. Some of the girls she convinced to have sex with each other; others she had practice on some men who liked children. She made it all seem very exciting and beautiful. She called us her little geishas.”

  He made a disgusted sound. “That bitch.”

  “Most men thought she was a very demure, kind lady.” Kameko smiled a little. “She sold me when I was thirteen to a very wealthy Englishman.”

 

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