by Raven Gale
Raising up, she crashes into him, losing herself in the velvet heat of his mouth. It makes her moan, and his hand moves to her hair, tightening in it to pull her head back, giving him deeper access. They kiss until they are panting. Her eyes travel down slowly, stopping to watch his muscles flex and ripple.
They get stuck on the vee at his waist for a while before finally landing on her fingers where they’ve slid under the edge of the denim. She pauses before reaching for the button at the top of his zipper.
He takes over, pushing her hand out of the way.
“I have dreamed of your pussy for a month. The taste. The feel. I feel like I’m starving, Ruby.” His voice is husky, and she shivers at the promise in his words.
Moisture soaks her panties as her core clenches. He places his hand flat on her chest and pushes her back. Slower than she’d like, he moves back, standing at the end of the bed and reaching down to unbutton her pants. She gasps when he grips her waistband, yanking them down over her legs.
His lips trail after them, kissing his way to her ankle. Then he starts the slow, agonizing return. Ruby’s skin twitches, heated and sensitive, as his teeth scrape over her inner thigh, and his hands slide under her hips, lifting her for his plunder. When he hesitates, she looks down her body at him; he is staring up at her.
The raw hunger and possessive look on his face steals Ruby’s breath. His gaze holds hers as he slowly runs his finger down her cleft to gather her juices on it before bringing it to his mouth, curling his tongue around it. She shivers with need as he separates her folds, leaning slowly forward, eyes still locked on hers as he takes her into his mouth.
She cries out at the sheer pleasure. He closes his eyes, moaning, and it reverberates through her, adding a new pleasure. His tongue slides around and in, over and over. He pauses his assault and then bites down gently on her clit, and she gasps as he thrusts a finger deep inside of her. Slowly, he drags it out and then repeats the process over and over, all while his tongue works over her clit. He adds another, stretching her, and her body tightens.
She pants his name while her hips undulate, trying to find release. Higher and higher, he pushes her, all the while holding her body in place. Ruby’s toes curl as her orgasm builds, fire streaking up her legs and over her belly. Then it hits her like a bomb, crashing over her, wave after wave of ecstasy so fierce and overwhelming, she throws her head back and screams, not caring who hears.
Sweat glistens on her skin as Bot rises from devouring her. He pushed her over the edge multiple times and lapped up every bit of cream her pussy gave him, and still he’s hungry for her. Her eyes are dazed, and she holds her hand out to him, beckoning him to come to her.
Bot prowls up her body, licking and biting a path to her heaving breasts. Her soft mewls urge him on. Her eyes stay locked on his as he draws her hardened nipple into his mouth. Her back arches, pushing them closer. Bot releases it with a wet pop.
Raising up, he grabs her thighs and pushes her legs up, opening her for his view. Her breath catches as she raises up on her elbows and watches as Bot slides into her. He goes slow, savoring it inch by long, full inch until he’s filling her completely. She moans as he reaches the end, reaching for him, trying to force him deeper. He stops and grabs her hands, stretching them above her head and shifting to hold them with one hand. She tries to pull free, and Bot growls, his free hand wrapping in her hair. He slides out, leaving just the tip in. Watching her closely, he plunges deep and hard. Over and over, he repeats the motion, until she is crying his name. The sound of it on her lips pushes him harder. Her heels dig into Bot’s ass, pushing him harder, begging him for more.
Bot releases her hands, but she clutches the pillow, fighting to hold them where he’d put them. Pushing up, he pulls her hips higher, changing the angle so he can watch as he fucks her, his fingers hard on her hips. Her body starts to shudder, gripping him in molten velvet. Bot drives his cock into her, over the sensitive bundle of nerves, stretching the swollen folds, pushing her to the edge again. Her hands fly to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she rolls her hips and tightens those muscles even more.
“Fuck, Ruby,” he hisses.
She doesn't stop, just continues to impale herself on his cock. His breath explodes out of his lungs, and he grips one of those undulating hips in a punishing grasp before leaning over and taking her mouth in a brutal kiss. It is her only warning. Bot thrusts like a jackhammer, impaling her over and over, driving deep and sending her to the edge of pain. He swallows her cries then breaks the kiss as he feels his release racing through his body. Bot roars her name and slams home, filling her with his thick, hot semen. Her own orgasm tears through her once more, and her body quivers and quakes beneath his.
He collapses on her, and she holds him close as they rock against each other, drawing out the pleasure. He closes his eyes.
I’m fucking screwed; I will never get over this woman. She will always be under my skin. I will always see her face etched with ecstasy.
He raises his head to look down at her, and she smiles before bringing her mouth to his. The kiss is soft and slow. She takes her time, moving over his lips before letting her head fall back.
She struggles to catch her breath even as her heart pounds and sweat trickles down her neck pooling in the divot at the base of her neck. The weight of him on top of her is both crushing and delicious. He is also struggling to catch his breath, his hand continuously moving over her hot skin.
The feel of it makes her smile, even while she feels the first hint of sadness. Sadness that he is still determined to walk away, that she can feel him pulling away even as he still touches her.
“You take my breath,” he murmurs against her chest.
You take my heart, she thinks as she runs her fingers through his damp hair.
His head raises and he locks his eyes on her face. “Are you okay?” She smiles at his sudden concern.
“I’m better than okay. That was amazing. You were amazing.” She kisses his forehead, the only thing she can reach. “It was everything I have been dreaming of since the last time.”
He raises up on his arms, drawing closer to her face, studying her.
Courage, Ruby. Stick to the plan. A plan she had made like any soldier going to battle. She has to take advantage of his weakness. So, she does just that. She kisses him deeply and long enough to stir his desire once again before breaking away. She turns her eyes to where she knows the clock sits, ignoring the computers, although she does wonder if he is already on another job. Hunting.
“Oh goodness, it’s late. I really have to go.” She pushes at him, then swings her still trembling legs over the edge of the bed. “I have an appointment with Jonathan. If I don’t hurry, I’ll miss it completely.” She grabs her clothes, pulling them on quickly, making her way to the door as he sits staring at her. Shock and confusion are clouding his eyes.
This is it.
She looks back as she pulls the door open. “If you are ever back in London...” She smiles before walking out. Three long steps and she is at her own door, which she leans against when she closes.
She glances at the shared wall before crossing to the bathroom. She closes the door and turns on shower before dialing her phone.
“How’d it go?” Ember voice sounds so hopeful.
“I’m not sure. Can you meet me somewhere?” Ruby feels strange asking this woman she hardly knows, but no one else might understand.
“Of course. Joe was my co-conspirator; he might be able to give us some ideas on how to push Bot’s button, which is really what I had to do with Carter. Well, that and I got shot, but let’s try not to do that this time.”
Shot.
Ruby shakes her head, her eyes wide. Did she really want to have the kind of life where she could get shot? An image of those kids’ faces pops in her head, followed closely by Colin.
Yes. She wants both.
“I’ll send you the address. I can be there in forty-five minutes.”
“
See you soon.” Ember lets out a sigh of relief as she hangs up, and Ruby realizes that she had taken longer to answer than she thought.
She showers and gets ready quickly but takes time to look as good as she can, just in case he is watching as she leaves. Sexy to remind him of who she is supposedly meeting.
Time to plan the next attack.
Chapter Fifteen
She had just left. Bot had stared at the door for longer than he cares to admit. Now, he finds himself watching her walk down the hallway to the elevator. Snug black skirt with those stockings that have the line down the back. Golden heels on her feet, highlighting the muscle at her calf, a calf that had been wrapped around him less than an hour ago and now it is carrying her to another man. The dark gold shirt clings to her waist and wrist but has wide upper arms, making him think of a bygone era. Even her hairstyle harkens to the old movies his mom loves so much.
That’s it. She reminded him of those famous actresses, like Garbo and Hepburn. Slightly out of reach, untouchable, somewhere far above him.
And yet she had offered him the happily ever after.
He pushes away long after the elevator doors close. To taste heaven with her and have to give it up was a torture he might not be able to survive.
Shaking his head, he goes to take another shower. In minutes, he’s out and dressed. He grabs the information he had written down and heads down stairs.
His eyes narrow when he hits the lobby floor and sees Jacques sitting on one of the tiny uncomfortable chairs, a French newspaper in his hands.
“What are you doing here?” He growls as he stops in front of his friend.
“Waiting for you.” The man shrugs, like it had been a stupid question.
“How did you even know I was here?”
The look he gives Bot silently asks if he really wants him to answer.
“Fine. Let’s go. I’m assuming you have a vehicle.”
“Oui, but of course.”
Of course. He stands and Bot is reminded of how much he moves like a predator, silent, stealthy. Bot hadn’t worked with him on many missions but he had heard the stories. Jacques was a straight up killer who likes close combat. He didn’t want to kill a man from a thousand yards out; he wanted to be looking in your eyes when he shoved the blade between your ribs.
Bot falls in beside the man, letting him lead the way. He raises his brow at the Audi RS7 sitting right outside the hotel entrance. The valet hands him the keys and takes the huge tip for keeping it close. It is sleek and black and reminds Bot of a predator, just like its owner.
“Where are we going?” The Wolf, as the whole team calls Jacques, asks, and the question pulls him from his assessment of the man.
“I have a lead on the woman’s brother but I don’t want to give her false hope, so we are going to go check it out first. Head north on the M1, and it’ll take us three or four hours to get there. Still want to go?”
The man shrugs, rarely saying much more than absolutely necessary, and pulls out onto the road and heads north. They drive in silence for hours.
“So...”
Bot looks over at Wolf. The man is stroking his massive beard, and his eyes flick towards Bot, waiting for an answer to the question he didn’t even ask.
“I don’t know. I’m no good for her or anyone.” Bot looks out the window at the landscape flying by.
“We would disagree with your worth to us.” He pauses then continues, “It could be like Ember did for Carter.”
Bot thinks of how his boss has changed over the past year. The shadows are still in his eyes, but he is steadier. More solid. He turns to Wolf and studies him for a minute.
“What if it were you?”
“Me? I’m too far gone. I think I started too far even before the war, before the killing.” He glances at Bot. Bot sees the ghosts floating there in the man’s eyes.
He wonders once again about the Wolf’s childhood, but the man looks back at the road, and Bot can feel his walls fortifying.
“Exit here.” Bot points out the window, and Wolf sees a sign for North York Moors National Park. He raises a brow. “Instagram post from a hiker had a man in the background trying not to be seen, but my facial recognition software, or the FBI’s software, pegged that man with an eighty-nine percent chance of being her brother. So…”
“It’s more than you’ve had before. We’ll find this guy and we watch him until your lady gets there. We won’t let him slip away.”
Bot shakes his head at the excitement on Jacques face. They are all adrenaline junkies, and apparently watching him hadn’t been giving the Wolf his hit. He is going to love hunting this guy. Bot just hopes it’s actually Mark.
The miles click by as the men fall back into silence. Finally they reach the small town that sits right in the middle of the national park. Wolf parks the car, and they both climb out, the doors shutting with almost silent snicks. Hikers and tourists mill around the street and shops that line it.
The men glance at each other, and then Bot nods left. Wolf knows he will take the right side of town. He walks to the back of the car, pushing the button for the trunk release, and reaches in to pull out a backpack. Bot smirks. If he thinks that is going to make him blend in, he’s insane.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
They search for hours but find nothing. Sitting at a small cafe, they drink tea while trying to decide what to do.
“I’m telling you, the guy scared the fuck out of me,” the American in line grumbles at his friend.
Bot and Wolf lock eyes.
“One second, I was standing there trying to take a picture, and the next, he was there. Just fucking materialized out of the trees. Looked like a goddamn Sasquatch. He just stared at me. Then POOF. Gone.”
“Jesus, man, what did you do?” The other guy asks, clearly not believing his friend.
“You know what I did, asshole. I ran. I don’t give a shit if you think I’m lying. I ain’t getting killed like some chick in a horror movie or some idiot on a crime show.” The guy shakes his head and glances out toward the north.
Bot unfolds the hiking map he had picked up while he had searched the city. Wolf leans close as they look. Only one hiking trail out that way.
Wolf pulls a laptop from his bag and hands it to Bot. It takes him only minutes to gain access to a satellite. Thirty minutes later, they see what they are looking for. A tiny out of place shelter, mostly hidden. Mark is living off the grid, if it is him.
“Time to take a look.” Bot closes the laptop and pushes his chair back.
“We need to be very careful. He’s either going to run or fight. We don’t want either.”
“We just go close enough to confirm it’s him, and then I’ll call Erik.”
“It’ll be dark soon. If it’s him, we need to pull back and call the others in. Carter can get them here quickly. We surround the area, just in case,” Wolf’s voice says Bot doesn’t have any say.
“He’s not a terrorist,” Bot argues.
“No. He’s a brother who needs our help before he hurts someone, and we can’t do this alone.” Wolf’s dark eyes narrow, waiting to see if Bot will argue.
He doesn’t, and they both move to the the car to grab supplies that Bot isn’t surprised he has. It only takes a couple minutes for them to be ready and start toward the trail.
They move quickly and in silence through the trees. Wolf tracks all the signs, although there aren’t many. Whoever is living out here is definitely trying to stay off the radar. Suddenly, Bot hears a noise that didn’t come from nature and he freezes. Wolf does the same, and they both listen for the sound to come again. It doesn’t, so they begin to move again but they are both on high alert.
Bot feels like they have become the prey on this hunt. He glances over at Wolf, and the man nods his agreement. His hand comes up, signaling that they should split, and then he moves away, disappearing into the trees like a ghost.
It only takes a few minutes for Bot’s theory to be proved corre
ct. A click sounds right behind Bot, and he freezes. Fuck. Just that word races through his head.
“Who are you?” A voice that sounds like it isn’t used much is right behind him.
“My name is Colin.” Bot raises his hands out from his body.
“You need to lower that weapon,” Wolf’s disembodied voice calls out. “Lower it, or I will drop you.”
“I’d listen to him,” Bot says quietly. “He is like a phantom and likes to use a knife.”
“I said who are you and why are you here?”
“Like I said, I’m Colin, and I’m looking for a man named Mark.”
The man narrows his eyes as they quarter the darkness around him. “Why?”
“Ruby.” Bot doesn’t say anything else.
“Fuck. Bloody fucking hell, I asked… No, I told her not to look for me.”
Colin draws a deep breath as he hears the gun being slid into a holster. Turning slowly, he looks at the man and could easily understand the American’s Sasquatch comment.
“She didn’t send me or even ask me.” Bot looks around for Wolf, but the man is still hidden. “She is just…”
The angry man standing just inches from him grins. “Yeah, that sounds like my sister. You poor, dumb bastard.” He just shakes his head before stepping away.
“Sounds about right.” Bot grins back at him. “She’s just broken. Lost. Alone. Worried about you.”
“I can’t. I just can’t. I could hurt her or worse.” He studies Bot. “Of course, she managed to find someone just like me.” He turns away, and Bot falls into step beside him.
“We aren’t together. I just wanted…” What did he want? He had no idea. That’s a total lie. “I just wanted to help her.” He puts his hand on Mark’s arm. “To help you, if I can.”
“No helping me.” He glances around, still searching for Wolf. “I’m too far gone.”
“Erik introduced me to Ruby. I work with him some. My brothers and I have a private security company. We help each other. I’m not going to force anything, just putting the offer out there.”
He can see the instant denial in the man’s eyes, can see his desire to fade away into the darkness.