Cobra (Blue Angel Security Book 1), page 25
“Very,” I reply, kicking my lounge pants off to the side of the floor before crawling up her delectable body.
“Ooh,” she moans as my hard cock rests between her legs. “That feels so—”
“It’ll feel even better in a second,” I say, leaning toward to my nightstand drawer pulling out the strip of condoms I got ready earlier this morning. I rip the foil package open and proceed to hold it between my finger and thumb, preparing to roll it on as she places her hand over mine.
“Let me,” she says, taking it from me and I flip us over. With our new position, she looks down at my cock, licking her lips. Reading her thoughts, I shake my head.
“Not this time, baby,” I say as her eyes sparkle with mirth, and she fists my hard cock, stroking me.
“Tiger, not that your touch doesn’t feel amazing, but baby, if you keep touching me like that things are going to get messy real quick,” I grunt.
“He feels so…” she winks at me, playfully.
“Baby, roll it on me, or let me. Please,” I plead with her, sucking in a deep, calming breath, or at least trying to. Finally, she takes mercy on me and rolls it on. Instantly, I pull her down, kissing her with every ounce of passion I’ve had penned up for weeks, for months. Swallowing her moans, I trail my fingers down her breasts until I reach her pussy. I slide a finger along her slit, finding her as wet and needy as I left her when I crawled up her sexy body, kissing every inch in my wake.
“Whiskey,” she says as her eyes drift closed.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see your gorgeous eyes as you slide down my cock,” I say as her cream soaks me. “That’s it, baby. Just think how wonderful your pussy is going to feel when I finally stretch it open with my cock. I bet you’ll fit like a glove.”
“Yes,” she groans. “No more teasing Luca, please take me.”
“Take you?” I grin, rolling us again, this time positioning myself at her entrance. I grip my cock, stroking it up and down her slit. Slowly, I slide my tip inside her pussy, hearing her moans of pleasure. Sliding out, I push back in a little further. I keep teasing her walls until at last I’m nearly all the way inside her.
“Baby, relax,” I tell her, knowing the final push will be the tightest.
“Feels so goo—” her words are cut off as I sink completely into her hot center as she whimpers.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” I say, wiping a single tear away. Her pulse quickens as I stay rooted inside of her, unmoving.
“Don’t be, please,” she murmurs. “I knew this would be—”
“Be wonderful. Be better than I imagined it could be. Relax baby,” I say, brushing my lips against her in a tender kiss. Finally, I break our kiss as I feel her squirm ever so slightly.
“Move Luca,” she says, rocking her hips against me.
“With pleasure,” I say, pulling out and then slowly pushing back in. Slowly, our pace increases as her pussy grips me. As I thrust in, I bend down, wrapping my lips around her nipple, grazing it with my teeth.
“Yes, harder,” she pants, demanding more. Never one to deny her, I do as she requests and bite her nipple, feeling the first flutters of her pussy around my cock. She lifts up rocking her pubic bone tightly to me as I pull out and push into her in one swift movement, causing her to move up the bed as she screams.
“Yes, Luca! There, right there, don’t, don’t stop…” she moans incoherently.
“Is this what you want? You wanna be fucked?” I growl, bracing one hand on the bed as I pull out, thrusting back inside harder.
“Yes, dammit. Fuck me!” Her words snap the last of my control and I pound into her unforgivingly. With each thrust, my balls tighten, and I know my impending release is seconds away. I reach down and tease her nipples, adding more pressure with each roll. She grabs my arm, slicing her nails through my skin as her eyes slam shut.
“Luca!” she screams as I thrust once more, spilling my seed into the thin barrier I wish to hell wasn’t there.
I struggle catching my breath as I lower myself beside her. Tenderly, I wrap my arm around her bringing her close to my chest, feeling her heart race. She sighs against me, raising the blanket up.
“You cold, baby?” I softly brush her hair away, asking her.
“I wasn’t, but now that I don’t have an electric blanket laying over me, I am,” she laughs.
“Well, let me dispose of this and I promise to keep you warm for as long as you want me to,” I say, sliding out of bed. I look over my shoulder just as I enter the bathroom, seeing her snuggle into the covers. Quickly, I remove the condom and soak a warm cloth to clean her with. Once back in the room, I pull the covers back completely, dropping the cloth between her legs.
She looks at me confused and I smile at her as I introduce, or at least I’m assuming she’s never been taken care of afterwards, to what really being cherished means. I toss the cloth into the laundry basket beside my bed and gently pull her again to my side.
“That was incredible. I never knew it could be like that,” she says, drifting off to sleep in my arms.
“Me neither,” I reply just as Nyx pops the door open. I shake my head, making a future note for next time to make sure it’s latched. He looks around for his mama and, spotting her he gently jumps in bed and snuggles up to her other side, staring at me. “Don’t worry, boy. I’ll share her with you,” I say, softly laughing as I realize this is the life I’ve been missing.
28
JAYCEE
Waking up, after making love to Whiskey half the night alone, was not my cup of tea. I know listen to me. You’d think after seven years of having no one in bed with me I’d be used to waking up alone, and I am. But, I was hoping this morning, I’d wake up in his arms. And if I wasn’t going to, the least he could have done is brought Nyx back to bed with me. He likes to snuggle. Though, if I had to choose, well it’d be the sexy man who left me in bed so he could—
Wait a minute? Is that the shower?
It sure is. You should have been listening to your surroundings other than pitying yourself for missing his arms. Now, the question is what are you going to do about it?
My voice taunts me. Bitch, I’ll show you what I’m going to do.
I quietly tiptoe out of bed, deciding it’s my turn to have a little fun with him, since he refused to let me take him into my mouth last night. He might not have flat out refused me, but it was just the same. Though, with how tightly we were both wound, I can see his point. Now, there’ll be no excuses, only me pleasuring him.
As I enter the bathroom, I hear the most magical sounding music coming from him. Who knew the man could sing? I sure as hell didn’t. I open the glass door and silently step in, wrapping my arms around his waist as I kiss his back. Memories from last night surface as I finally understand why a man would be pissed seeing their woman hurt. Even if was from events that happened years ago. Because let me tell you, if a man could be risen from the dead, I’d gladly bring his father back just so I could kill him. Maybe having Clayton teach me how to shoot a gun isn’t such a bad idea after all.
He turns in my arms looking at me. “I didn’t mean to wake you. How’d you sleep last night?”
“I slept just fine. It’s the waking up part I didn’t like again.”
“Not a morning person, Tiger?”
“How about I’m not a ‘I don’t want to wake up without you still in bed with me’ kind of person?”
“Oh, so you’re one of those girls?” he foolishly taunts me as I firmly grasp his already hard cock in my hand.
“And what kind of girl would that be?” I ask while stroking him with a grin.
“You’re the kind of a girl who drives me crazy,” he groans, breathing heavy.
“It must be a good kind of crazy. After all, he’s ready to salute me and it’s not even nine.”
“He’s been ready to salute you since the first time you opened your mouth.”
“Like this?” I ask, dropping to my knees as I lick his cock from root to crown.
“Tiger,” he growls, making the r sound even longer.
“Yes,” I say, batting my eyes up at him as I press my tongue firmly against the underside of his vein, cupping his balls in my hand. I hear his subtle groans as I continue licking his length, swirling my tongue around his crown. Slowly, I open my mouth and suck his head tightly. I take as much of him as I can, feeling inadequate all of a sudden. I had such high hopes of pleasuring him like he did me. It never crossed my mind that I wouldn’t be able to handle all of him, until suddenly I remember a book I read a few weeks ago. It may as well been a tutorial. I relax my mouth and calm my breathing until he’s fully down my throat.
“Josslyn, baby,” he says, wrapping my hair around his hand as he pulls out and thrusts deep into my throat again.
“That’s it, baby, take it,” he grunts pumping his cock wildly in and out of my mouth. He thrusts so hard into me, I swear I felt his balls bounce off my chin, they didn’t, but to be sure I’m going to keep them busy. I roll them between my finger and thumb, playing with them as I hum around his cock.
“Joss, I’m going to, you need to deci—” he grunts and I suck him harder while still rolling his balls. Suddenly he leans forward slightly, bracing himself with his free hand against the shower wall as he grunts once more erupting down my throat.
“That’s it, baby, swallow me.” Holding me completely still, he shoots thick ropes of his seed down my throat as waves of desire ripple through me. Lazily, I trail my tongue around his still hard cock, licking him clean, while he poorly attempts to catch his breath. Satisfied with my abilities, I coyly smile at him.
“Not bad for a first timer, or at least I don’t think so.”
“Definitely, not bad. Wonderful, if you really need to know. And for the record, I’m beyond happy to hear my cock is the only one your lips have ever been around. And, now that you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn, I’m starving.”
Hours later, we finally leave the bubble that is Whiskey’s bedroom, only because, according to him, we need food. Personally, I’m fine. I had him, a king-sized bed, and half a box of condoms left. I was in no rush to leave.
Everything from today makes me feel as if we’ve been a couple for months, instead of days. It’s unreal. But at the same time I’m just sitting here holding my breath, because I’m terrified if I move, it’ll vanish right in front of my eyes. I know those doubts are just my old insecurities trying to beat me down. As hard as I battle against them, some days are so much harder. I push away from the table, knowing my demons may always be a part of me, but also realizing how far I’ve come over the years. The short walk down to Luca’s office further cements my belief. This is just another pothole on my road to survival. I will rise above it all, someday, I think to myself as I pick up my computer and head back to the dining room. Upon seeing me, Luca raises a brow, silently questioning me.
“I need to get some work done, and I’d love some clean clothes,” I tell him looking through the window to my home.
“How about I come with you? I know it’s safe but—”
“Actually, I’d love it if you came with me. I wasn’t looking forward to entering my house alone, not after everything.”
“I know, baby, let’s go. Are we coming back here tonight, or staying at your house?”
“Can we decide that later?”
“We sure can. You want to take Nyx with us, or leave him here?”
“Can he stay here?”
“Absolutely, Tiger. Ready?”
I cross the street, staring at the first real home I’ve had since I left California. For the last four months, this house has brought me nothing but joy. Now, all I feel is an overwhelming sense of dread. I can’t describe it, but something’s not right. Quietly, I walk over to the keypad and wonder if I should tell Luca my insides are screaming, ‘do not enter.’ It’s only been two days since I was here last, yet it feels so much longer. Nothing seems out of place at least not to me. As if reading my mind, Luca speaks up.
“Hawk came by yesterday and swept the house to make sure no one had bugged it. He didn’t find anything, and according to the police, whoever broke in never went upstairs.”
“But, because of the cameras being cut, no one knows for sure, do they? It’s all speculation that he never went upstairs.” My lip quivers as I ask the question that’s haunting me the most.
“You’re right, baby. But Hawk is fairly confident that the police are right, at least this time.”
“What about my studio?”
“As far as Shadow can tell, it’s fine. I asked him to come over this morning and check it out while you were still sleeping. Someone had a very busy night. She was a little tired.”
“That someone had a wonderful night. Maybe she can convince a certain someone for a repeat.” I tease him looking over at my stairs as a wave of fear hits me hard and fast.
“What is it, baby?” he asks, following my fearful line of sight. “I swear we checked the bedrooms upstairs. Nothing was out of place.”
“I know, but—”
“You’re still scared. I know you’re strong and fierce, Tiger. Everyone does. But can I go upstairs with you to check things out for myself? I’m sure it’d make both of us feel better.”
“Thank you,” I whisper as he takes my hand, leading us upstairs. He opens the spare room first, followed by a light switch and a low whistle. “Wow, boxes everywhere. Is there anything we need to be on the lookout for?”
“Not in this room, it’s just storage.”
“Okay, next room.” He takes my hand and leads me back up the small hallway to the guest room, flipping on the light switch. “Nothing out of place. Do you want me to check the closet or anything?”
“Truthfully, I hate admitting it freaks me out knowing what he could have done in my home. My sanctuary.”
“So, that’s a yes,” he says, dropping my hand and walking over to my guest room closet. “Nothing here except a few boxes and a bunch of blankets. They’re all neatly folded. Is that you left them?”
“Yes, I hate clutter. Everything has a place,” I say, relieved at least this room is untouched.
“Okay, well, let’s go check out your room now.” I nervously follow him across the hall as he repeats the same process for my room. Only this time, he walks straight to my closet. “Everything looks in order in here,” he says, closing my closet door. He scans the rest of my bedroom and looks at me, mischievously. “I think I should err on the side of caution and stay up here with you. Plus, I’m an excellent back washer.”
“Always such a flirt,” I say, raising up on my tiptoes kissing him. “I think I’ll take a raincheck this time. I have a funny feeling if I let you in my tub with me, I’ll be getting more than my back washed.”
“You did suggest a repeat of last night. And we do have a bed right beside us that needs to be broken in. So we could kill two birds with one stone.”
“I think I’m good. That is if you’re sure it’s—”
“Tiger, I didn’t see anything up here. We checked everything out. If you’re still unsure about being up here alone, I’ll stay. I won’t even try and sneak my way into your tub. I’ll wait on the bed for you. Fully clothed,” he adds with a grin.
“No, I’m sure it’s fine. I’m just over-reacting. As usual.”
“Baby, I don’t ever want to hear you again say you’re over-reacting. Remember a conversation we had not that long ago where I told you to always trust your instincts? Well, this is one of those situations. I’m glad I checked the upstairs for you. I will always try my best no matter what the cause is, to make you feel safe.”
“You do.”
“Good. That’s what I want to hear. So, upstairs waiting for you on your bed, or downstairs on the couch?”
“I don’t know. Can you be trusted not to throw me on the bed once I come out of the tub with just my towel on and I’m dripping wet? Because, I really do have a lot of work I need to do,” I tease him swaying my hips as I walk towards my bathroom.
“I’d say that yes, we do have a lot of work to do, but I have a feeling we’re not talking about the same thing. So, it’ll probably be in your best interest if I wait downstairs. Otherwise, the only work you’ll be doing for the next several hours, is on me.”
“You’re incorrigible. But yes, you’re right. I do have actual work to get done. You know, the kind I hope to get paid from? You can wait downstairs for me, I shouldn’t be too long.”
As promised a short time later, I got out of the tub and slipped my robe on. I really did want to stay in my tub longer, but I do have some work to get done today. Quickly, I dry off and step inside my closet choosing a comfy boyfriend style hoodie and a pair of leggings to wear for today. I laugh setting those aside and re-enter my closet knowing I might as well pack a few days clothing. I can’t imagine Luca being very happy with me if I decided to stay here. And honestly, I don’t think I’m ready for that, not yet.
With my small bag nearly packed for the next few days, I walk over to my dresser, needing to collect a few bra and panty sets. Now I can finally get some good use out of the sexy lingerie Kylee insisted I buy, when suddenly my eyes land on something I haven’t seen since the night my mom was murdered. As I pull the drawer out, I forget the track keeps slipping, and it crashes to the floor with a loud thud.
Luca comes barreling up the stairs and rushes into my room panicked. His gaze immediately going to the busted drawer, but quickly he recovers focusing on me as I stand completely frozen.
“What’s wrong, baby?” What happened?” he asks as I turn around with tears running down my face.
“He was here. He was in my room.”
“Tiger? he asks, walking over to me.
“My mother’s locket,” I say, holding my hand open. “He left it for me to find.”
“When was the last time you saw it?”
“The last time I saw it, she was wearing it. When I saw Mom again it was at the funeral home and she didn’t have it on. I asked the director about it and his response was she wasn’t wearing any jewelry when they picked her up. I even questioned the police, who told me the same thing. But she always had it on. She even slept with it on. It was important to her. My father helped Bryant and I make it for her one year for Mother’s Day. It had a picture of her and Dad on one side, and the other was a picture of Bryant holding me the day Mom brought me home from the hospital.”
