Too Fast (Faulkner Security)

by Dru Parkes

  TOO FAST

  Faulkner Security

  Dru Parkes

  Copyright © 2020 by Dru Parkes.

  All Rights Reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  Liam

  This wasn’t the first time I’d indulged in bar flirting.

  The excitement of the heated glance that promised so much, that burn low in the belly and groin, the wicked pleasure of picturing the woman naked. Yeah. Bar flirting had much to recommend it.

  It wasn’t the first time I’d considered taking that flirting to its natural conclusion, either. But sadly, on this occasion, I had to refrain from sampling the delights of my current partner-in-lust.

  I was technically a businessman now. That changed things. Since starting Faulkner Security I’d had different objectives, different responsibilities.

  In the military I’d been used to living on the edge. I’d pushed limits. Taken risks. Had more close calls than I cared to dwell on. Enjoying sex with a woman I’d picked up in a bar was virtually par for the course in my old life. I tended to take my jollies wherever I found them for fear it might actually be the last time I ever got the chance.

  And, I thought as my gaze met the woman’s again, had this actually been the last time I’d ever indulge in sexy times, then the woman fluttering her eyelashes at me from across the bar of the exclusive downtown hotel would most definitely make my exit from this world an extremely satisfying finale.

  The bartender gave her the drink I’d bought her and she raised the glass in salute, watching me over the rim as she took the first sip of the prestige champagne. Something told me this woman didn’t accept anything less in life. She had class written all over her.

  She sat elegantly on the bar stool, her back straight and one shapely leg wrapped around the other. Her blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders, her curvaceous body perfectly encased in a black no-doubt designer dress, and red heels that matched her red painted fingernails.

  She was one cock-thumping package.

  As I watched her, sipping my whisky and desperately regretting that I’d have to pass, she slid off the stool. I was lamenting the fact she was leaving when she tucked her purse beneath one arm and reached for the champagne.

  Seconds later, I realized she was heading my way, her hips swaying magnificently on those heels and her eyes fixed on mine.

  I swung around on the bar stool watching her as she continued toward me.

  Shit. But what I wouldn’t give to indulge right then. To say hell with it, and just whisk this woman up to my room, strip her naked, and bury myself deep inside her.

  Maybe I was due. Not just because Faulkner Security was currently creaking under the weight of assignments coming in; nor because Blade had asked to be taken off overseas assignments because he wanted to settle down with my sister; and not even because I hadn’t screwed a woman in months.

  I was due because I’d been working non-stop for the best part of a year getting Faulkner Security firmly established. My partners, Blade and Noah, had warned I was taking on too much and that it was their job to take on an equal share.

  But I wanted the business to work. I saw it as a kind of tribute to a man who’d been more than our commanding officer, he’d been a mentor and friend.

  I’d do whatever it took to make sure that it succeeded in his name.

  The blonde was in front of me now and she was even more stunning close up than she had been from across the bar. Fabulous green eyes, and a mouth the same red as her nails that would undoubtedly fit around my cock just about perfectly.

  She smiled and tilted her drink. “I thought I’d come across and say thank you personally.”

  I hiked my eyebrows, trying to keep from taking a long slow sweep of her freaking amazing body. “No problem. Always happy to buy a beautiful woman a drink.”

  She gave a subtle lick of her lower lip, then nodded to the empty seat beside me. “Do you mind?”

  I hiked a shoulder, almost driven to weep at the realization that I wouldn’t get to screw her. “Free country.”

  She got comfortable on the stool and toyed with the champagne flute. “It’s kind of strange that a man who buys a woman a drink, who makes almost constant eye contact with her and shows his obvious interest, doesn’t seem to want to take things further.”

  “Who says I don’t?”

  She smiled. “Then what? You prefer the woman to do the running?”

  I sipped my whisky, marveling over the way her gaze did interesting things to my cock. “Not always.”

  She shifted slightly, and her scent reached me with a direct hit. Pretty and floral, but with a sultry undertone that I imagined was purely her.

  It was my turn to shift as things grew tight beneath my zipper.

  “Are you married?”

  Liking her directness, I rubbed a hand across my chin. “No. Are you?”

  She shook her head, then took another sip of her drink. “Are you here on business?”

  “Yeah.” And I cursed that fact, because it was becoming impossible to resist her. I did a mental reccy and gauged I had just over thirty minutes before my meeting. Enough time for a quickie. Up against the nearest wall.

  Thing was, I’d want to take my time with her. Sample everything she had to offer. A quickie wouldn’t do it.

  “How about you?” I asked, already wondering if we could hook up after my meeting. “Are you staying in the hotel?”

  She nodded, took another sip of her drink. “Yes. Tonight anyway.”

  I leaned my arm along the bar, maneuvering around so that my knee brushed her thigh. “You travel around with your job?”

  “I don’t currently have a job. I just graduated from business school.”

  Since she said it with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, I was intrigued. “You don’t seem particularly happy about that.”

  She hiked an elegant shoulder. “I didn’t do as well as expected.”

  “Why do I get the impression you don’t actually care about that?”

  She looked at me, hitting me with a punch from those green eyes that tweaked something in my chest. “You’re very perceptive.”

  Just as well seeing as I made a living out of being good at that. Among other things. “Something about the way you said it.”

  “It was my father’s idea. But now I’ve disappointed him by getting a crappy degree, I suppose he’ll have to rethink what to do with me.”

  The thought flashed into my head that I sure as fucking hell knew what to do with her. “What do you want to do?”

  Her eyes went wide, as if she hadn’t expected the question. She pursed her lips, then shrugged. “Haven’t really given it much thought.”

  A lie, but it didn’t bother me. We’d probably talked enough as it was, and there were far more interesting ways I’d like to spend my time with this beauty. I glanced over at the clock behind the bar. Twenty-five minutes to my appointment. Still enough time for that quickie. And since I didn’t know what the outcome of my business meeting would be and whether I’d be straight off on assignment, there were no guarantees I’d get another chance with her.

  “What about you?�
�� she asked, sliding a fingernail along the rim of her glass. “What business are you in?”

  Shit. My mind was fixated on sex right then and I didn’t want to waste another moment telling her I ran a security business along with two of my ex-special forces buddies. It wasn’t the kind of profession you just dropped into conversation and expected to move on from quickly. People tended to want to know more and asked all sorts of questions.

  “What business?” I repeated, finishing off my whisky before looking straight at her. “The boring kind.”

  She nodded slowly, then glanced down at my empty glass. “Can I buy you another?”

  “No. Thanks.” With my eyes firmly on hers, I made sure to let my knee brush harder and more suggestively against her thigh, before reaching out my fingers to toy with hers. “We could get out of here.”

  She looked down at our hands, then up at me. “My room, or yours?”

  I grinned. Yeah. I really liked how she shot straight. “Mine’s on the eleventh.”

  Her smile was pure temptress. “Twelfth.”

  I curled my hand around hers. “My room it is, then.”

  Without saying anything else we headed out to the foyer and toward the bank of elevators. Thankfully, nobody joined us as we walked into the enclosed space and as soon as the doors closed behind us, I steered her back against the wall and bracketed her hips.

  She felt soft, curvy and so fucking good. And her scent was pure sex.

  I leaned in, wanting more of that softness and was rewarded by the gentle crushing of her gorgeous breasts against my chest, and her gentle moan as I pressed my cock against her.

  Our mouths were close, our short breaths perfectly matched. “I really want to fuck you.”

  She moved her hips sinuously “Which is the reason we’re riding this elevator together, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” I touched my mouth to hers, just briefly, tasting the warmth of her lips. It was all it took, and I lost it, needing more than that brief taste. I pressed her hard against the wall and plundered her mouth.

  She was a heady mixture of seductive pleasures. Her taste exploded on my tongue, her scent stormed through my nostrils and filled my lungs, her hands stroked solidly over my shoulders, down my arms.

  I pressed harder against her, my hands travelling over her hips, fingers hiking at the hem of her dress. The ping echoed through my head, and it was several moments before I realized we’d reached my floor.

  Grabbing her hand, I all but pulled her along to my room, my fingers thick and clumsy as I shoved the card in the lock. Inside, I went to turn on the light but decided I couldn’t bear to take my hands away from her delicious body for one second.

  I kissed her hard, and she kissed me back, dropping her purse to the floor and then fumbling for the buttons of my shirt as I slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. I’d already noted there was a zip to the dress and I had that lowered in seconds, my hands running over the soft skin of her back.

  Braless, I thought as I pulled the dress down to her waist and her beautiful breasts were revealed to me. I pressed her against the door, lowered my head to take one ruby nipple into my mouth. Fuck, but she tasted good.

  Cupping her breast, I ran my tongue around the hard nub, loving those little sounds she made and the way she moved her hips. With my free hand I found the hem of her dress and pulled it up, sliding my fingers up her silky thigh until I found the wet heat between her legs.

  I yanked away the damp panel and slid my finger into her slick pussy. My groan echoed around the silent room, joined by her needy moans as I continued to work her, loving the way she moved with me, the way she clamped her muscles around my finger. My cock throbbed with the realization that soon she’d clamp those muscles around my erection, and I almost came on the freaking spot.

  I moved my attention reluctantly from her breast and covered her mouth with mine. With my palm flat against the door beside her head, I used the pressure to press deeper into her pussy. When I added another finger she cried out, her hips bucking until I knew she was about to come.

  I didn’t stop, didn’t ease the pressure or the speed, and seconds later she pulsed around me, her hands digging into my shoulders.

  My cock throbbed mercilessly as I pulled my hand away to yank down her panties. In some distant part of my brain came the warning that she was too fucking addictive, too distracting. She was a woman who could make me take my eye off the ball.

  I had a fleeting thought of that meeting, but as I sank to my knees and her musky scent hit me, I drove the thought aside and spread her legs.

  I moved in to taste her and, in that moment, she was all there was.

  Chapter Two

  Serena

  What the hell was I doing?

  Bad enough that I’d been unable to take my eyes off him at the bar, and that I’d actually gone over to speak to him. But here I was in his room with my breasts bared, my nipple still throbbing from the greedy swipe of his tongue, my panties around my ankles, and his mouth and very skilled tongue doing amazing things to my pussy.

  And damned if I wanted him to stop. He’d already made me come so hard with just the exquisite touch of his fingers inside me. I wanted more. I really wanted more.

  If the rest of my life was one big mess, at least I could enjoy great sex.

  I wanted to close my eyes, to drop my head back against the door, and really just go with the way he made me feel. But even more I wanted to watch him. Wanted to watch his dark head between my legs, to see his big hands firm on my thighs as he held me open, feel his tongue sliding deep inside me.

  Since I couldn’t quite reach his shoulders, I pressed my palms back against the door behind me hoping it would at least provide an anchor as his tongue slid along my pussy lips.

  I could have sworn the room spun a little, the shapes of the furniture around us shimmering in a kind of sensual haze. There was nothing tentative about the way he kissed me, nothing slow or easy about the slide of his tongue.

  Not that I wanted tentative. Not here. Not with him.

  Every other aspect of my life was controlled, planned, orchestrated. I wanted this to be anything but that. I wanted this to be fierce…fast…uninhibited…and just for me.

  The orgasm built so quickly, probably because of the relentless nature of this man’s desires. It made me feel powerful to realize that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. That I could make his breathing rapid and uneven, make him groan with such need, make him want me with such urgency.

  His tongue pressed hard and deep, and with one relentless swipe over my clit, I came again. It went on and on, and I never wanted it to stop.

  But all too soon, I was spent.

  I slumped against the door as he released me, vaguely aware he was encouraging me to step out of my panties.

  He stood, eyes on mine as he shoved my panties into his trouser pocket. It seemed like such a sexy thing to do—possessive and primal—and it thrilled me and made my pussy muscles clench hard.

  I’d never had sex like this. Never this fierce. Never with a stranger. Someone whose name I didn’t know, and who didn’t know mine. And I’d never not spared a thought for what happened afterward.

  Right then, none of it mattered. All that did matter was this one perfect and ridiculously erotic night with a man who knew how to make a woman burn.

  He grabbed hold of my leg, pushed my knee up so that I was wide open to him before using his free hand to unzip himself. Then he froze.

  “Fuck,” he grated. “Don’t have a fucking condom.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut, took a couple of breaths through gritted teeth. When he opened his eyes, they were hooded and sexy as he glanced down to my clutch bag lying on the floor. “Please tell me you’re a practical woman and you’ve got a condom in there.”

  I was probably as frustrated as he looked right then. “Sorry.”

  His chest heaved as he looked at me, and he blew out a long breath through his mouth. “This has got to be the fi
rst time in my life I don’t have a freaking condom.”

  Watching him, I reached down and slid my hand into his pants, my fingers curling around his hard cock. It pulsed in my hand, and his stomach muscles clenched in reaction. He closed his eyes, then opened them. “As much as I’d like you to jerk me off right now, I’ve got a better idea.”

  “There’s a better idea than me giving you a blow job?”

  I couldn’t believe I was being quite so bold, but it didn’t seem right that he’d made me come twice and he hadn’t gotten close.

  “I can’t go as far as to say that, but why don’t we hook up later? We might even make it to that bed over there, and I can do this properly.”

  Still with my hand around his erection, I raised my eyebrows. “Later? You have somewhere better to be?”

  “No fucking way,” he shook his head. “But I’ve got an appointment that I can’t miss. Why don’t you stay? Order room service.” He took my face between his hands, closed his eyes and took several deep breaths as if he was trying to steady himself. When he opened them, his grin was fast and sexy. “I’ll make sure to stop by the men’s room on my way back.”

  My stomach did a little spin. A quickie was one thing, but staying in his room? Ordering room service? That was quite another. I’d intended this to be a reckless act. Something far out of my normal orbit.

  But since we hadn’t gotten to the main event then meeting up later was kind of an extension, wasn’t it? It could still be classed as casual and reckless. And I really wanted to have more sex with him. I wanted to know how it would feel when he pushed inside me, when he filled me, made me come with his cock deep in my pussy.

  Hell. I wasn’t sure what had brought all this on. Normally I was sensible, level-headed. But something about him stripped that from me. Maybe it was just because of the way we’d met. The whole stranger-in-a-bar, anonymous sex thing.

  It was exciting. And I really didn’t want it to end here. I wasn’t ready to give up my little adventure just yet. To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure I had it in me to do the whole casual sex thing again in the future.