by Cameron Hart
“I know she’s tough. I know she can take care of herself,” I tell him. And I do.
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t want to be the one to take care of her. Trust me, I know.”
“That it?” I grunt, wanting this conversation to be over.
“Yeah, Slash. Just here to remind you to have your head in the game today, and trust that Kennedy will have her head in the game too. You guys can celebrate our victory later.” He winks, and I can’t fight the smirk on my face. I know exactly how we’ll be celebrating tonight.
Just then, Kennedy walks through the door. She’s five feet, four inches of curvy perfection, and I can’t wait until tonight to get a taste.
She sees me and gives me the biggest smile ever, fucking dimples and all. Shit, if I wasn’t already lost for this girl, that smile would have done it.
I’m about to run to her and throw her over my shoulder like I did last night, but then the door opens again and a team of uniformed officers in full riot gear file in behind her. She gives me a wink and then nods towards the meeting room.
Carter chuckles behind me, like he knows my plans were just foiled.
“Focus, buddy,” he chuckles again.
“Fuck you, buddy,” I grumble. Carter laughs again as we head towards the meeting room.
✽✽✽
An hour later, we’re finally wrapping up the stupid meeting with the stupid cops and the stupid plan. Okay, none of it is stupid, but goddamn, all I want is to throw Kennedy down on the floor and lick up and down her body before fucking her into the ground.
I discretely adjust myself in my seat right as River dismisses everyone. I walk over to Kennedy, who is chatting with some of her co-workers.
I clear my throat, and the lady Kennedy is talking to looks up and gives me bedroom eyes.
Not a chance in hell, lady.
Kennedy spins around and tries unsuccessfully to fight a smile.
“Kennedy, can I talk to you for a second? I have some last minute stuff I want to go over in the other room.”
“Yeah, of course.” She finishes up her conversation and turns to me, letting me lead the way.
We walk down the hall in silence, the tension building between us. It’s the sweetest kind of torture. I know she feels it too when I glance over at her and see her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
I open the door to a closet and pull her inside, slamming the door behind us.
“Where—”
I cut her off by pushing her against the closed door and devouring her mouth. She opens for me and sucks on my tongue, making me growl. My hands grasp her neck, my thumbs caressing her jawline as I tilt her head to the side to deepen our kiss.
It’s a frantic, desperate kiss, like we’ve been apart for years, not hours. I don’t give a fuck. The fact that she wants this as much as I do is a major fucking turn on.
When we finally break for air, I rest my forehead on hers.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”
“Mmmhmm…” She manages to say in between breaths.
I want to rip her clothes off and ram my ten inches into her tight, silky heat, but there’s not enough room in this storage closet to do everything I want to her, and we don’t have nearly enough time. I’ll just have to give her a few orgasms with my mouth.
I take her lips one more time, sweeping my tongue inside and gliding it along the roof of her mouth. She moans so sweetly, so softly for me. When I pull back, her eyes are clouded over with lust. Goddamn, my baby looks good like this.
“You’ll have to be quiet for this next part, can you do that for me, Kennedy?”
“What do you mean?”
I answer her question by thumbing open the button on her black pants and pulling them down and off her legs, along with her panties. In one swift move, she’s naked from the waist down, and I’m kneeling before her. I don’t give her time to protest or question my actions. I just throw one of her legs over my shoulder and lick her slit from bottom to top, making her tremble in my hands.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already wet for me. Did you miss me?”
“Yes, god, yes, more than I should,” she answers. I know what she means. It makes me ridiculously happy that she’s right there with me, gives me hope that maybe I’m not the only one falling so hard, so fast.
I suck on every part of her perfect pussy, letting her juices drip down my chin. She’s marking me with her flavor. Nothing and no one will ever give me this. She’s the one, I know it now more than ever.
I lift her other leg to rest on my shoulder, opening her up even more for me. I pin her to the wall using my body, my hands on her hips. She grips my hair and pulls as I eat her to a drenching orgasm. Kennedy bucks against my mouth, coming hard and fast.
I lick her through it, adding my finger into her dripping entrance.
“Please, please, that’s... I can’t... no more...”
Her pained pleas only spur me on. I drop my finger from her tight hole and trade it for my tongue, fucking her this way until she cums again. I let go of her hip and bring one hand down on her ass, smacking her once, twice, three times, until she’s squirting into my mouth with another release, giving me what I need.
I growl into her soaking cunt, her juices driving me to the point of madness. I want more, but I know she’s spent. Oh, yeah, and we have a little take down thing to attend to. Soon though. Soon I will make her cum again and again, using every part of me.
“Fuck, Slash, ohmygod, fuck… Slash,” she breathes out as she comes down from her high.
Kennedy sags against the door, her body limp, eyes closed. I carefully set her legs back down and lean her against the door for support while I stand up. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her soft, welcoming lips, letting her taste her own release.
She breaks the kiss and licks me clean. Fucking Christ.
I hold her until she regains her strength, and then I help her with her pants. I love everything Kennedy wears, but something about eating her sweet pussy while she’s in her professional, office clothes makes it extra hot.
When she’s all put back together, Kennedy looks up at me through her long lashes, still flushed from her orgasms.
“Hi,” she says, almost shyly.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I grin. “Welcome back.”
She laughs and buries her head in my chest.
“God, Slash, that was… fuck.”
“Just wanted you to remember what you’ve been missing.”
“I was gone for like… a day.”
“And just think of how many times we could have done that in the twenty-four hours you’ve been away,” I tease.
“Ohmygod, are you trying to kill me with orgasms?”
“I’d never want to kill you. But what a way to go, right?”
She laughs and swats my chest as she pulls away from me.
We look at each other with stupid happy grins on our faces. She pulls me in for a scorching kiss, which isn’t helping my throbbing dick. This wasn’t about him though, it was all about her pleasure.
Kennedy breaks the kiss and then places sweet kisses down my chest till she’s kneeling before me.
“Oh, baby girl, what are you doing?”
“Seeing what I can do to help this…” she palms my cock through my jeans and I hiss, throwing my head back.
“I’m going to fucking explode if you touch me again, babe. Don’t tease me.”
“Who, me? I would never!” She says in mock innocence.
The next thing I know, Kennedy has my pants and boxer briefs shoved down to my knees and she’s running her hands up and down my length.
“Fuck, Kennedy…” I grunt, trying like hell to hold off my orgasm.
She licks the precum dripping off of my tip, and then kisses the side of my cock, making him twitch with need.
“Baby…” I warn. I’m not kidding, I’m about to spray her in the face with my cum.
She looks up and me and smirks, fucking smi
rks as she slowly jacks me off with one hand. Then she bends down and runs her tongue along the sensitive underside, causing my dick to weep for her.
My hips buck, trying to get closer. She finally takes pity on me and puts me in her mouth, swallowing around the head of my cock.
“Jesus,” I groan. Goddamn, my woman is a pro.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, urging her to take me deeper. She’s unleashed the beast in me.
Kennedy obeys, making my dick even harder. She moans and sucks my big cock, hollowing her cheeks and massaging me with her tongue. My spine tingles with the release I’ve held off for too long.
“You gotta get off, sweetheart. I’m going to cum any second,” I growl.
She fucking takes me deeper till I hit the back of her throat. When I feel her hand cup my balls and massage me, I fucking lose it. I shoot my cum down her throat as she moans and swallows every drop. I take my hands out of her hair and brace myself on the door behind her. No joke, I see stars as she sucks me dry.
When Kennedy pops off my dick, I look down and see her lick her lips. Jesus fucking Christ, how did I get so lucky?
I help her up off the floor and pull her in for a punishing kiss. The only thing that keeps me from eating her out all over again is that we don’t have time. I’d spend forever buried between her thighs if I could. When I’m not balls deep inside her cunt, that is.
We break apart and I tuck myself back in my pants, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead. I just can’t seem to help myself.
“We should probably get back out there, huh?” She asks, but with zero conviction in her voice.
“Yeah. Something about taking down the bad guys and slaying dragons is supposed to be happening soon. Pretty big event. We probably shouldn’t miss it.”
She nods and smiles at my joke, but I see a flash of fear in her eyes.
“Hey, it’s going to be ok, yeah?” I tell her, brushing some hair behind her ear and swiping my thumb over her cheekbone. “You and I planned it, after all. I don’t know about you, but we’re the smartest, sexiest, most badass people I know.” I tease, though I know how she’s feeling, too.
We just found each other, and now we’re both going on a dangerous mission. Carter’s words come back to me, though. I have to trust her to do her job.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” She does, giving me her full attention. “We both have a job to do. I trust you to be safe, to be the warrior goddess I know you are. And you have to trust me to do the same.
“To be a warrior goddess?” She grins.
“Yup. The manliest, most ruggedly handsome warrior goddess out there.”
She takes a deep breath and gathers herself before kissing me chastely on the lips. I want so much more, but I let her go for now. She opens the door, and I can’t help but smack her ass one last time. Kennedy glares at me over her shoulder, but I see the hint of a smile on her lips.
Time to get this thing over with so I can take Kennedy back to my place and chase our pleasure until we both pass out tangled in each other’s arms.
Chapter 12
Kennedy
I’m sitting an armored SUV with three of my co-workers, staking out a cabin in the woods. I’m trying hard to concentrate, but all I can think about is the taste of Slash’s release lingering in my mouth and the fact that I can still feel his spit drying between my legs.
Fuck. I have no words to describe the things he did to my body, the way he commanded my orgasms, pulled them from deep inside of me and forced me to feel every last tremor of pleasure.
And then there was the way he eased my fears, joking with me, but also giving me the most tender touches and sweet kisses. He’s really kind of incredible. I can’t believe he wants me of all people. But he said he’d prove to me that this isn’t temporary, that he wants everything with me. I don’t really have any reason to trust this man I only met a few weeks ago, but I do. I really do.
“Movement at two o’clock,” Brad, one of my fellow officers, barks, breaking me out of my thoughts. I can think about Slash later, right now I have a job to do.
We’ve already checked out the cabin and know that no one is inside. Surprisingly, the place has very little security for supposedly being the go-to hang out for some cult leaders. Even if they weren’t worried about security, it’s still odd that the Devil’s Knights didn’t have someone stationed nearby to guard Victoria, their connection to more girls. I was starting to think Davis gave us some bad intel, when the movement was spotted.
Sure enough, a middle-aged woman was driving up the little dirt road. She pulled into the driveway of the cabin and got out. There was nothing spectacular about her. She didn’t look particularly evil. In fact, she looked like any old neighbor. Like a mom of one of the kids at school. Like a lady who you’d meet at church. That’s how you know there’s more than meets the eye.
Not that I’m one to call for a witch hunt, or make people question the motives of every person they meet, but in my line of work I’ve seen a lot of evil people. Hardly any of them actually appear evil. Sure, we get a few total assholes, and some deranged, charismatic types, but usually the most dangerous people are those who would blend right into any social situation.
We watch as Victoria takes out a few bags of groceries and saunters up to the front door without a care in the world. That’s when we know to strike.
My team and I don’t go barging in with guns blazing. No, we send two people to the front door, me and Brad, while the rest of the team hides out among the bushes and a few of them man the SUV’s hidden in the woods.
I knock on the door of the unassuming cabin. After hearing some rustling about, the door opens, and we’re face to face with the person who has been selling off vulnerable girls and women into the sex trade. While that thought makes my stomach sour, I have to school my features.
“Victoria?” I ask.
“Why yes, dear, that’s me,” she says in a far too casual voice. “Would you two like to come in? I just got back from the store and have some tea and cookies.”
I’m instantly on edge. Though not from her illicit activities and being in the presence of a monster – that happens far too often in my line of work, so I’ve learned to deal with it. No, I’m on edge because she doesn’t seem shaken up by our presence. She doesn’t even seem that surprised. I glance at Brad, and see he’s getting the same feeling.
“Sure, ma’am, we’d like to come in and chat,” Brad responds.
Victoria opens the door fully and steps aside for us.
Once inside the cabin, it’s clear this place is bare bones. If she’s been staying here, it hasn’t been for long. Another red flag.
We chat with Victoria for a bit, get the basics out of the way – name, background, confirmation of her identity.
“Are you going to ask me about the Devil’s Knights?” She asks matter-of-factly.
Brad and I share a wide-eyed look.
“Yes…” I say after I recover. “We’re here to offer you a deal. You help give us information on the next shipment of women, and we cut your time in prison down as much as we can.”
“Sure,” she replies easily. Too easily.
“Really? You don’t want to ask any more questions about the deal? Don’t want to plead your case?” Brad asks.
Victoria shrugs. “You’re here already, aren’t you? I assume you have some evidence against me and I’m going down no matter what. Might as well take the Devil’s Knights down with me.”
I don’t like it. But we’ll take any info we can get. I’ll get to the bottom of her motives sooner or later, but first we have to save those women.
Victoria tells us the location of the next shipment of women, how many there will be, and when it’s going down. Our previous intel was that the women would be dropped off in the next three or four days, but Victoria said it’s happening tonight. Good thing Slash had us move the timeline up, though that also seems odd. A bit too convenient. I feel like I’m on the brink of figuring it all out, putt
ing all of the red flags together, but I can’t quite get there.
In the meantime, we have some women to save. Brad takes Victoria into custody and loads her up into one of the SUV’s. I call Slash, as per our original plan.
“Kennedy, you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, things went well.”
He sighs in relief over the phone. “You got some info for me, sweetheart?”
“Sure do. You were right to move the timeline up, seems the deal for the women is going down tonight.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah, but, Slash, I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“What do you mean?”
“It all just seems too… easy. Victoria gave up the info without a fight. Told us everything we wanted to know. Plus, there’s the fact that you had the run-in with the Devil’s Knights that made you want to strike sooner than planned. It just doesn’t sit right with me.”
“Or maybe you and I just make an awesome team and the universe is acknowledging that,” he says with that infuriatingly charming tone of his.
“I’m serious. This isn’t a game, Slash. We’ve got people depending on us, literal lives are at stake.” I snip at him. I know he was just teasing, but I want him to sober up. I don’t want him distracted or taking this lightly.
“I’m well aware of that, Kennedy,” his tone hard now, annoyed. Fine by me. Maybe he’ll be less distracted if he’s pissed off and not flirting.
“Then act like it! You can be fun and flirty when I get back, but don’t lose focus on this. It’s the whole reason we’re together in the first place.”
Oof. Those words hit me deep. Depending on the events today, we might not be working together anymore. What will become of us then? We haven’t discussed anything like that, and while he’s said things that make me think about forever with him, how do I know where he really stands? What’s his end game here? The insecurities start to run away with me, but I shut it down. I was just accusing him of being distracted, I can’t very well go and do the same thing.