Bronco's Rough Ride (Bad Boys of Beta Squad, 0.5) (6 page)

John blinked once and she sighed. “I wish I could talk to you in more than just yes or no questions.” His eyes closed twice to show his agreement. “Tell, you what, let’s get you dressed so you’re ready to go when the ketamine wears off.”

Lindsey didn’t wait for his agreement as she slid off the bed and headed for the luxurious walk-in closet. She opened the suit bag and pulled out the dark pinstriped jacket and pants. She hoped she’d estimated his size right. She carried it out to show him and tried to ignore how beautiful he looked lying there on the bed.
Focus, Jarvis.

“So what do you think? It’s a size forty jacket to fit those shoulders of yours and size thirty-thirty-two pants. Did I get them right?”

She thought she read surprise in his eyes before he closed them twice. Pleasure bloomed in her chest at her good guesses and she smiled.

“I didn’t know your size of shirt, so I made sure it had a seventeen inch neck and short sleeves. I didn’t have a lot of time to look.” She held up a packaged button-down shirt. “Think it will fit?”

John’s brows lowered a little and he blinked twice.

Lindsey nodded. “Good. Let’s try it, shall we?”

She laid the suit over the nearest chair and opened the shirt package before she climbed onto the bed. He watched her, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Are you smiling at me, John?”

His eyes closed twice more and she answered with a grin. “When I was a little girl, I didn’t have a baby doll, but my mother insisted I had to learn to play with those vegetable patch kids. She bought me one and I thought it was the ugliest thing out there.” Lindsey pulled the cardboard insert out of the shirt and shook out the cloth. “I thought cream would look great against your tanned skin.”

John grunted and she took it as amusement.

“Anyway, undressing and dressing that thing was a pain in the ass. It had thick, chubby arms and legs, and the clothes would stick to the fabric of the doll. I think I gave up after the second outfit.”

She reach
ed for his arm and gathered the heavy limb, enjoying the scent of his skin and the rough texture of his palm. She rubbed the calluses with her thumbs, noting the locations of them. The calluses spoke of experience and understanding of weapons. Something about them sent excitement shooting to her groin.
Damn, military men are sexy.

“You have beautiful hands, John.” She turned his arm over to look at the veins and muscles beneath the dark hair of his forearm. “I love the strength in them. They show your experience without being ostentatious. You don’t have to scream about your knowledge. Your body shows your capabilities.” She raised her gaze to his. “It’s beautiful.”

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John didn’t think he’d ever had a woman tell him she found him beautiful. In his line of work, beauty wasn’t an attribute they strove for. But something about the way Lindsey held and caressed his hand made him grateful she saw him as beautiful. He wanted to tell her she held as much beauty and sensual grace as she attributed to him, but his voice still refused to work.

Lindsey seemed to come back to herself and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I got a little carried away there. Dressing you shouldn’t be as hard as the doll. At least the cloth won’t snag on your skin.”

She fit the open shirt sleeve over his left hand and dragged it up to his bicep in gentle tugs. She shifted behind him to lift up his shoulders and her cherry-blossom fragrance washed over him. He closed his eyes and reveled in it.
God, she smells so good.
The scent-memory would stay with him forever.

“Heh, even your chest and shoulders are heavy.” Lindsey pushed him up and propped him on her chest. He enjoyed the soft swells of her breast
s against his bare back.
Too bad she’s still wearing her dress.
He hadn’t had the pleasure of skin on skin with her.
Dammit.

She tugged the shirt around his shoulders then paused, giving a short laugh. “This
would be so much easier if you could help me. Okay, up you go.” She shoved him into a sitting position, grunting with her efforts. The world spun as his head sagged and her arms wrapped around him to keep him upright.
Well, kinda upright.
He swayed and tilted, and his own frustration echoed the low growl rumbling in her chest against his back.

“This is so wrong, it’s funny.” She laid her head on his shoulder and took a few breaths. “Okay, I think I have to roll you onto your belly, lift your
other arm to get it in the sleeve, then roll you back. God help me when I have to get the jacket on you. Ready?”

What could he say? She sat behind him and he could
n’t turn his head.

“All right. Here we go.”

She scooted out from behind him and gently laid him on his back. “Are we good?”

He blinked twice and mentally grinned at her.

“Good.” She nodded. “Onto your stomach, now. I’ll try to make sure you can breathe.”

She straightened out his limbs then pushed him over onto his belly
, shifting the towel to drape over his ass. When his nose flattened against the bed, she gently turned his head to the side. His view filled with pillow and wall, but he heard Lindsey get off the bed and rustle around in the room.

“I know you can’t see me, but I think I should do th
e jacket, too. I don’t think I have the strength to keep rolling you over.”

Not to mention he didn’t enjoy smelling the bedding. He tried to tell her he thought her idea a good one, but it came out as a muffled moan.

“Okay, I’ll try to make it quick.”

Cool fabric
rested on his thighs as she returned to the bed, the mattress dipping with her weight. She tugged the shirt over his shoulders then slid her hands down his arm to grasp his wrist. Every motion seemed like a sensuous dance of texture, and he closed his eyes to savor the feeling of her soft skin. She lifted his free arm and fed it through the arm hole, gently straightening it and laying it beside his body.

“I should have done this to begin with.” Her mutter made him laugh inwardly.

His thighs cooled as she lifted the suit jacket and worked one arm then the other into it. When she had it settled across his shoulders, she paused and her hands smoothed the fabric down his back.
What is she doing?
When her hands continued off the coat and onto his towel-covered ass, he stopped caring why. The heat of her palms through the cloth seared him and he sighed, his cock hardening with her touch.

“I love your ass. I know it’s not professional to tell you that or to touch you, but
I want you to know I appreciate your body. Too weird?”

John took a deep breath. “Uh-uh.”

Okay, not the most eloquent, but a step in the right direction. The nullifier had kicked in.

Lindsey reached around him and pulled him over onto his back,
pulling out the towel to re-cover his lap. Her gaze searched his with hopeful intensity. “So it’s not too weird that I find you beautiful?”

“Uh-uh.”

The smile cascading across her face blinded him with its glorious beauty. He wanted to make her smile like that more.
Yeah, good luck with that, Andrews. She’s an undercover cop in Vegas and you’re a SEAL headed for Coronado.
It didn’t stop him from wanting to find out more about her. He desired it more than he’d wished for anything since joining the SEALs. More than he wanted the plum assignment of Team 9, Bravo Squad under Lieutenant Commander Whittleton.

Lindsey studied him a short time before she
set down the towel and straightened his clothes around his body. “It’s a shame to cover this up.” She slid her hand over his furred chest and his nipples peaked in anticipation of her caress. “Oh, God, I sound like my Black Widow persona.” Her mouth curled into a frown as she reached for the buttons on the shirt.

“Uh-uh!”

Lindsey paused and raised her eyebrows. “You don’t want me to button the shirt?”

John blinked once. He wanted more touches, more closeness with her. He didn’t know how much time they had. Once they left the hotel, any intimacy would be over.

Lindsey tipped her head, biting her bottom lip. “Would you, um…” A warm blush stained her cheeks. “Would you like to have sex, John?”

Bronco moaned, closing his eyes with
hell yes
ringing in his head. “Uh-huh.” His cock thickened and flexed in agreement.

Lindsey gave a breathy laugh and John opened his eyes just as one hand
peeled away the towel and the other closed around his shaft. God, her touch flooded his awareness with pleasure, and she hadn’t even stroked him yet. He moaned his appreciation and tried to tighten his hands into fists. To his delighted surprise, his fingers moved a little.

“I see your hands are moving. That’s good.” Lindsey slid down his body and released his cock
. When he moaned in protest, she stroked his thighs, each gentle touch stealing some of his concentration. “Don’t worry, John. I just think we should get your pants started before we do anything. I want to be sure you’re ready to go.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll have to go commando. I hope you’re okay with that.” The sultry, heavy-lidded look she gave him said she didn’t care if he shared her opinion or not. “Besides, how will I enjoy your cock if it’s covered in cotton?”

He didn’t care how she enjoyed it, just that she did.

She hopped off the bed, the skirt of her little black dress swaying with sensual invitation, and pulled the suit pants off their hanger. When she turned back to him, the smile curling her lips sent erotic excitement shooting straight to his balls. She looked ready to torture him with pleasure.

Lindsey knelt
where his feet hung off the bed and he lost sight of her. But her hands caressed one ankle and tingles ran to his groin. Damn, even invisible, this woman excited him.

“Let’s get these pants on up to your thighs at least. Then I’ll take my time with you. Does that sound good, John?”

Do they race horses at the Kentucky Derby?
“Uh-huh.”

She chuckled and it sent his brain into a spiral. So sexy.
They should use her in interrogation. Men would spill their secrets just to hear her laugh.

She worked the pants over both feet and pulled them up his legs, taking her time stroking and caressing each muscle group. John’s cock flexed and jerked with desperation, the need for her touch almost painful. He groaned.

“What, John?” She tugged the pants up nearly to his hips as she lifted one leg then the other. “Do you need something?”

The diabolical woman slid her hands around his bare hips and worked her fingers into the hairs on his groin. Holy shit, each subtle motion set off a conflagration of sensation, tightening his balls and the muscles of his belly.

“Mmm, I like that. Each one of your abdominals flexes when I touch you.” She did it again and his gut rippled. “Oh, yeah, so nice.”

Nice didn’t even begin to cover it.

“As much as I’d like to dwell on your lovely physique, my pussy is wet and achy, and I haven’t had a cock in it for a long time. Do you think I could borrow yours?”

“Uh-huh!”
The woman had a mouth like a sailor and he loved it. She had elegance and grace, yet she was hot and dirty and so damn sexy.
I need her when we’re out of this op.

He’d never met a woman with such charisma and command
. Yet, he sensed softness mixed in, a feminine quality to balance out the toughness.
She’s perfect.
He just had to figure out how to make her his when they found the clear water.

Lindsey thanked her lucky stars John agreed to her request. She’d given up on being professional and just needed to fuck this man. His sexy body had teased her for days and she’d always had an audience, so using his cock to pleasure her pussy had been out of the question. But they finally had some time alone and he seemed to want sex as badly as she did.

Thank God.

“Oh, good. Because your cock is just begging for a taste. Oooh, and my pussy wants it so much, John.”

He groaned and closed his eyes briefly. His hands tightened on the cover
s and he moved his hips a little.

Yes, it’s working.

“Let me get a condom and then I’m going to feast on you.”

A tortured groan echoed behind her as she strode to her purse. She didn’t think they had time for more than one orgasm, but she’d take what she could get.
It might be my only chance to enjoy him.
She ignored the sense of loss squeezing her chest as she returned to the bed.

She held up the condom packet and smiled. “Are you ready for me, John?”

“Yeaaaaahhhh.” The word was slurred, but he’d gained use of his tongue again.

Too bad he can’t use it on me.
She shoved her inner harlot to the back of her mind.
Later.

“Very good. Let me just make sure your dick is as hard as I need it.”

Lindsey knelt between his legs and stoked his thighs up to his groin, nuzzling his balls with her nose. “Oooh, John, you smell so good. Let me see how you taste today.”

She grasped his shaft and pulled it to her lips, extending her tongue to lick the head. The muscles in her grip jerked as she slid her tongue over edge of the glans and engulfed the taut head with her mouth. John whimpered and Lindsey grinned around his shaft.

His musky, salty taste hit her tongue and she damn near swooned. She could lick him for hours, but her pussy reminded her it had been neglected for far too long. She inhaled his warm vanilla scent and stroked his shaft with the flat of her tongue. His hips rose in minute jerks as he regained control and she encouraged him by tightening her lips around his cock.

“Oh, John, that’s it. Move for me.” Lindsey fondled his balls with the tips of her fingers and he moaned. The hard flesh in her mouth thickened and jerked with his arousal, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

“I need you, John. I need to ride you like a bucking bronco.”

He whimpered again and his lips pulled back from his teeth a little. Damn, he’d be sexy when he smiled. She wished she could see that when he came.
Soon.

“Are you ready for me
, my bronco? This cowgirl wants to ride hard.”

“Yeeaahhhh…fffuck…mmmee…hard.”

Lindsey hummed with delight as she ripped open the condom packet. “Oh, he uses words at last. Your wish is my command, John.”

She fit the latex over his rigid shaft and crawled onto his lap. She lifted her handkerchief hem out of the way and reached between his legs to position his cock at her nether lips. “Are you ready for me, bronco mine?”

“Rogerr…that.”

“Oh, yeeeaaaahhh.” Lindsey loved the military response as she sank down on his hard cock. “Oh, God, you’re so thick.” Pleasure spread from her groin
up her back and she shivered with delirious joy.

“Rrride mme…cowgirl.” His hips twitched and his hands
gripped the comforter as her inner muscles squeezed his flesh.

Lindsey rocked her hips, bracing her weight on his chest, and she stared down at his golden brown eyes. The
y glowed with inner fire and it set her arousal ablaze. He might not be able to speak, but his expression told her he wanted this. Something about turning a man on warmed her more than just getting pleasure from him. She wanted to share the ecstasy with her partner, not just take it from him.

“Come on, bronco mine, let me ride you. Let me drive you hard.” She squeezed his cock as she bent forward to suck on a nipple.

John groaned and gently thrust into her. She wished they could go harder, but he still had only minimal control of his body.
Then I’ll just have to ride him harder myself.
She pushed her hips off his lap and slammed them back down. They both grunted with the impact, but pleasure shot through her to explode out of the crown of her head. John growled in the back of his throat and his eyes narrowed as he grimaced with effort.

“Oh, you like that, do you,
my bronco?” She rose and dropped hard again, and he repeated his growl. “Oh, yeah, you do. Let me hear your joy.”

She rocked on him, grinding her clit against his stiff shaft and her arousal built to a screaming pitch. Her orgasm ignited, simmering
in her pussy as she slammed down on him again.

“Oh, God, John, I’
m going to come. Come with me, bronco. Come hard!”

The pleasure rocketed up her spine and threw her into the starry black of orgasm. She squealed her ecstasy out as John matched her with a groan, his eyes squeezed shut. Lindsey tried to enjoy the look of his hard body taut in the throes of passion
, but her orgasm tore away her sight and sent her spinning among the stars.

“
Sssoo…good, Lindsey.”

The sound of his careful voice brought her back to herself and she met his gaze. The expression on his face warmed her thundering heart. He looked content, satisfied, all the good adjectives she’d ever learned in school.
She tightened her internal muscles around him and bent down to kiss him, suddenly realizing she hadn’t ever done so.

His lips
moved under hers and opened for her tongue. Hot vanilla spice filled her mouth as his tongue slid past hers and her pussy spasmed with erotic pleasure. Damn, she’d already come hard, but the slick texture set her arousal on fire.

Unfortunately, her phone pinged with
her alarm for ten P.M. The club would be rocking and they could get out without being noticed now. It reminded her she actually had a job to do beyond enjoying the man between her legs.

Lindsey sat up and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, John. It’s time to go. You ready to get out of this prison?”

His gaze slid over her face, down to her taut nipples pressing against the bodice of her dress, and back to her eyes. “Wish…could…savor. But…rready.”

“Me, too, John.” She
rose off his cock and headed for the bathroom.

“Lindsey?”

She paused at the door to the bath. “Yes?”

“Liked it…when you…called me…Bronco.”

“Yeah? It suits you.” She grinned at him then hurried to clean up. Her nerves still sang with the aftermath of her orgasm, but it was time to work and she had to be ready.

When she returned to the bedroom, she used a warm wash cloth to clean his softening cock and smiled at his low, rumbling growl of pleasure. She made sure to remove the condom and stroke away his
cum before tossing the condom and rag in a plastic bag.
Show time.

“Let’s get you dressed all the way and we’ll be
out the door.”

“Roger that.”

“It sounds like you’re getting your voice back.”

“
Little.”

“That’s not how I’d describe it.” She winked.

“Heh.”

Lindsey laughed and worked his dress pants up to his hips, deftly tucking his damp cock and balls inside. John
grunted with her touches, but didn’t protest. She buttoned his shirt and tucked only half of it into the pants before she secured the button.

“Give me a moment. I think I have a belt for you as well as a tie.”

“Tie?”

“Yeah, you need to look ready for the Club, even if you’ve had sex before you got there.” Lindsey winked again as she searched the suit bag for the articles she’d bought. The
shiny, mustard yellow tie matched his eyes and she laid it over his chest while she worked on his pants. “I think I found the right sized belt. Your hips are trimmer than I remembered. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear it very long.”

“Already…want…me undresssssed…again?” Humor laced his slurred words.

Lindsey laughed. “Hell yeah, but I meant we can have you in sweats when we get to where we’re going.” She tucked in the rest of the shirt as she buckled the belt then added the tie around his neck. “There. You’re a pretty sharp dressed man.”

John grunted. “No beard.”

“Heh, smart guy.” She shook her head at his smile. “Okay, let me get your shoes on and dispose of my phone. Then we’ll be ready.”

He dipped his chin in a small nod and she finished dressing him.
Jeez, even his feet are sexy.
Once she had the shoes tied, she took her phone into the bath and slammed it against the marble tub. The expensive screen shattered, a spider-web of cracks radiating across the face. She removed the battery on the back and the SD card buried under it, and shoved them in her purse. She dropped the phone in the wastebasket.
Good luck finding us now.

“Almost there.” She strode through the room and deposited her purse and shoes near the door.
She scanned the suite for anything that could be traced back to her once she’d gone and nodded with satisfaction. All they had to do was get out into the hallway.

Straightening her dress, she reached the bed and studied John’s still form. He’d closed his eyes and looked just like an exhausted businessman collapsed on the bed. Guilt and sorrow stole some of her contentment at the bags under his eyes, but they’d
needed to wait for the nullifier to work enough for him to move.

“John?”

He opened his eyes and all exhaustion left his face, replaced by a determined intensity. He might lie prone, but every inch of him screamed warrior. Wide awake and aware, he scanned her body and she hoped she measured up to whatever standard he held.

“Time to go. If I help you up, can you stay upright?”

“Don’t know.”

“Let’s try it.” She stood between his knees and reached for his arms, wrapping her hands around his wrists. Lindsey leaned back, using her knees to give her leverage to pull him upright.

The process took longer than she liked, but her strength finally overcame his inertia and he leaned forward onto her chest.

“Nice…breasts…Soft.”

Lindsey laughed. “And real, too. Now, can you sit up on your own?”

“No, don’t…think so.”

When she stepped back, he flopped forward with her and she grunted with impact. “No, I guess not yet. How the heck am I gonna get you to the door?”

She didn’t think she could do a fireman’s carry with him.
He’s too big and heavy for that
. And he didn’t have the strength or control for staggering beside her yet. She could drag him, but she’d never get him to his feet at the door.

Lindsey glanced down at his lovely golden eyes and swore he raised a curious eyebrow at her. How else could she move him?
Too bad I don’t have a luggage cart. Luggage…lugging…

“Okay, this is going to be weird.” Lindsey turned her back to John and knelt on the floor. “I’m going to wear you to the door.”

“Mmmpf?” His question puffed into the hair at her nape.

“Yeah, like a cloak.” She draped his arms over her shoulders. “You ready?”

“Uhhhh.”

“Come on, s
ailor. Time to take a ride.”

“Liked…the…earlier one
…better.”

Lindsey huffed a laugh as she settled his chest against her back. “Me too, but this isn’t going to be like that.” She groaned as
she leaned forward on her hands and knees. “This is going to be more like the first time I touched you. Professional. Kinda.”

“Would…have…given permission…then, too.”

She ignored the pleasure slipping through her body with his words. Damn, she’d missed an opportunity there. But her superiors would see the video and she couldn’t afford to be fired for fucking on the job.

When his weight settled onto her back, she grunted and her knees protested, but none of her joints buckled.
Score one for me.
Despite the small victory, carrying John, even the few feet to the door of the room proved difficult. Lifting each limb became an exercise in stable placement. If she didn’t get the balance right, she’d end up flat on the floor with him holding her down.

Lindsey paused at the bedroom door and leaned against the jamb, catching her breath.
Holy shit, how the hell am I going to make it across the whole suite?

“
Man, you’re heavy, Bronco. Let me just catch my breath.”

“Take…your…time. Getting…stronger.”

“Good.”

Crawling to the door t
ook every bit of strength she had and her slinky dress didn’t make the best man-hauling clothes. John gathered control with every passing minute and she had to get them out of here before the orderlies came back to administer another dose of the drug. The sense of urgency gave her the extra endurance to make it to the entryway.