Endgame (49 page)

His mouth crinkled in half a smile, but his eyes darkened with lust as he guided her head back to his cock. “Please, Char?”

A good tremor shook her hand as she took him into her mouth again, sucking the length, her tongue darting over his throbbing veins, sweeping the droplet of pre-cum from his slit. She cradled his balls in her hand, massaging gently, marveling in the soft skin and dark hair surrounding the twin orbs.

“Stop.” He tugged her hair and made her release him, though she moaned in reluctance. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

“Where would you like to come?”

Oh, the wickedness of his grin. His hands skimmed along her arms then dipped down to pull up the hem of her shirt. “Let’s get rid of
my
shirt. My, what a naughty girl, you were entertaining Chase and my brother with no bra on?”

“Pervert. I had a sweatshirt on, too. And they’ve seen it all on many occasions. Neither are interested.”

“Good,” he grumbled and dove in with his hands and lips, cradling her breasts, licking her nipples. Desire swirled higher in her belly, connecting the points of pleasure between her pussy and breasts. His teeth grazed first one, then switched to the other hard peak, the slight twinge of pain delightful. “Lie back.”

She did. His hands found the strings of her panties and slid them down, over her hips, then off. He swung them on his finger and let them sail off, joining their other clothes somewhere. “Spread your legs.”

She loved his voice, so deep when he ordered her to do his bidding. She obeyed, and he rose between them, his cock hard on her thigh as he sucked just below her breast. He lapped a path along a rib, then down her breastbone to rim her belly button. She wiggled, hoping he’d get the hint and go lower, but he grabbed her hips and pinned her down. “Be still.”

She moaned, wanting more. His damned tongue seemed stuck making circles right above her slit. Her hands sank in his short hair—it hadn’t grown out—and she shoved him downward. “Damn you, lick something important.”

“Damn you, be patient. It’s all important.” He kissed along the crease between her inner thigh and the good stuff that deserved the kissing, breathing puffs of heat across her clit. “Grab the headboard and pretend you’re chained up like a naughty girlfriend.”

She did as he requested, her fingers grasping the wood, her thighs trembling as his mouth neared, then kissed, then turned—

“I don’t think you’re up to this,” he decided from between her thighs, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on her skin. As a thumb reached the top arc, the tip barely brushed her outer pussy lips, sparking fresh fire to her core.

She drummed her feet on the bed then inched her hips down a bit, widening her legs in invitation.

“Well,
that’s
a pretty sight. All pink and wet, just for me.” He dipped his head and drew a line with his finger along one fold. “Too bad you’re not up to this. All depressed and melodramatic. You should rest.”

“I should kill you.”

“Don’t make me find a gag,” he warned. Then his expression changed to one of serious contemplation. “I don’t deserve you, Char. So beautiful.”

Her breath caught and tears formed at the reverence in his voice. He dove in to his explorations, tongue exploring her inner lips, then dipping into her tight core for a taste of her wetness, then back up to cherish her clit with the flat tip. One finger eased into her pussy, then two, stretching, pumping, pressing up to ignite the bundle of nerves hidden there. Over and over, his tongue made the rounds she enjoyed until his lips finally closed over her clit and he drew in, sucking deep.

“Oh, stop, please,” she breathed, not wanting to come. Not yet. She didn’t want multiples. She wanted just one, when he came, too.

“You can come again.”

“I want to come with you. Please? Just one.”

“I knew you’d like my idea of coming together eventually.” He swung up over her torso, supporting himself on his hands, next to her shoulders. His hips pressed against hers, and she arched off the bed eagerly, giving him just the right angle as he slid the head of his cock through her wetness. He bent to kiss her lips, his mouth possessive and demanding, unlike any other kiss he’d shared with her.

Could she want something, someone this bad and survive the experience? The ache in her pussy grew to a fevered throbbing, needing to be stretched and filled. She bucked her hips again, encouraging him to slide home. He slid all right, but not in. Just up and down, across her clit, through her folds, the tip brushing her heated opening.

“God damn you, just do me.”

“I don’t think you’re doing well here. You’re all sweaty and look fevered. I think I should just stop.” He lowered his head and sucked her neck, nibbling.

She let go of the headboard to smack his shoulder. “Stop and you’ll pay.”

“So mean.” He let the head of his cock slide in, a mere inch, then stilled, kissing her neck again. “I think I’ll have to fuck you just a little.” To demonstrate what he meant, he gave tiny thrusts, popping in only the crown, then letting it pop out. “Hands back up.”

She did as she was told, though she squirmed under him, wanting more than that tiny action. Her breasts rubbed his chest, the light hair there a new sensation across her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in frustration, knowing he’d just make her suffer more.

“Feeling better yet?” he asked, thrusting a little deeper, but not deep enough for her.

“I’m fine.” She decided to change tactics, to try to lure him with something sweeter. “Please? Don’t you want to claim me? I’m yours.”

“You’ve got Aaron stamped all over you. Hickey here.” He kissed a spot on her neck. “Hickey here.” He kissed another spot. He caressed the underside of her breast. “Hickey gonna be here.”

“I’ll show Chase and Jake. They’ll kick your ass.” The idea of him claiming her that way was dirty and sexy, though her boys would be pissed.

“I’m kidding. I didn’t mark you, although I do want to write mine all over your body with my mouth.” He lapped at her breast, his mouth gentle. “You want a reward?”

“Yes.” Maybe he’d fuck her for real now.

“Look at me.”

Her gaze met his deep blue, turbulent eyes. A current of electricity sparked between them, one that sparked her desire to a new level. Her breathing amped up a notch, as did his. He took her hands down from the headboard and held them at the sides of her head, pinning her.

He slid his cock in, inch by inch, slowly stretching her pussy. His gaze never left hers, staring into her soul, owning that, too. Finally, he was buried balls deep, his pubic bone hard against her clit. “You’re mine. All mine,” he said on a groan and buried his face into her neck.

His hips thrust, a slow, languid undulation that shot fire straight through her core to her belly. She moaned and arched her hips, wanting faster and harder, but he stilled, pressing down.

“Be still,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue exploring her lobe.

She stilled, and he picked up the pace, thrusting a little harder. Tentatively, she wrapped one leg and then the other around his hips, settling his hard length deeper inside of her. The rhythm increased, and she gripped his hands tighter, wanting so badly to greet each stroke. He’d stop if she moved, and the way her inner muscles quaked and quivered with each step of her growing orgasm, that would put it all to a grinding halt.

Aaron’s breathing became more labored, his shoulders tense, neck corded, Adam’s apple bobbing against her collar bone. So close from the frantic few thrusts he gave before pausing, still between her quaking thighs.

“Look at me,” he ordered, lifting his head to search her eyes with his. So handsome as his own need grew, desperation and lust clouding his expression. “Come with me, Char.”

His plea ignited the flame inside of her into a fiery tempest that swirled upward. She trembled as the sensation built to a hot churning inside her core. Her inner muscles clenched and held, gripping tighter and tighter around his shaft, trying to suck the entire length of his cock plus his balls deep in her pussy.

He groaned, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled, his brow beading with sweat. He thrust harder, slamming once, twice, and just as his hot cum jetted to the very depths of her core, she came, too.

They both shuddered, Aaron moaning her name into her neck. She let go of his hands and gripped his shoulders, riding the intense, hot waves of joy, the pleasure intense, seemingly never ending.

“I love you,” he whispered, panting. “I love you so much. Please love me back.”

“You know I do.” How could he not know how she felt? “You would have been dead in the closet if I didn’t love you a little, even then.”

He gave her a half smile. “But you’ve never said it.”

No, she hadn’t. She couldn’t before, not with so much at stake. She swallowed, trembling. It had been a long time since she’d loved more than Jake and Chase.

“I love you, Aaron. So much.” She kissed his cheek, his jaw, the side of his ear, his mouth. “You make me feel beautiful and complete, because you love all of me, just as I am. No one else loves me that way.”

His smile was radiant. Infectious. He laughed and hugged her close, overjoyed. “You love me enough to marry me at some point? Be my bodyguard full time? I know you have places to hide the good stuff.”

“You’d really marry me.”

“If I marry you, you can’t kill me. Too many people know what a punk I am and they’d immediately suspect you. Lots of paperwork. Though I’m sure you would hold your own nicely in jail, you’d look horrible in prison garb.”

“That right there is reason enough to marry you.” She hugged him closer. “I don’t want to kill you. Strangle you an inch from death, maybe. Make love to you, definitely.”

Her phone rang and she answered it, only because it was Chase, and he deserved her thanks. She grinned at Aaron as she greeted, “Hello, dear brother.”

“Tell me he fed you first.”

She laughed. “Yes, he followed the rules for a change.”

“I made your wish come true. Does that mean you forgive me for betraying you?”

“Yes.” She fought back a wave of tears, all named gratitude. She’d thank him more thoroughly in person, but he deserved a little love for suffering. “Thank you for facing the general for me.”

“You deserved it. I admit it, I was a pussy about it, and I should have stood up to him way back in the beginning. But you made me see how bad a friend and boss I was being. You deserved to be set free from your contract. Killing John means that cell won’t become active again, and you’ve done more than your share over the years. Granted, Aaron made the kill, so tell him this is his payment. He gets you.”

“He’ll be grateful, too.”

“We need to settle things, though. Make it so you’re safe. A little plastic surgery. Maybe a little therapy? Maybe you won’t try to kill this therapist.”

“I won’t.” She would need to talk to someone about her past. She’d need plastic surgery, too. All in good time. “I love you. Jake, too.”

“You can tell him yourself, tonight. Kate and Tia are cooking at Jake’s. Tell me you’ll come.”

“The punk comes with,” she warned.

“Fine. See you at six, sweetheart.” She could hear his smile over the phone, the one that sparked that dimple of his and broke hearts if he was out in public.

She set the phone down, and Aaron rolled and tugged her close. “How much time do we have before we have to hold court with Satan?”

“Not until six.” She kissed his lips softly, feeling for the first time like her life might have a new purpose. A new path, one that started with Aaron. “Would you just hold me for a while?”

“Anything.”

“Will you tell me you love me again?”

“I love you.” He shifted, holding her closer, his heart even and steady under her ear. “I’m going to want a blowjob later. It’s a lot of work to be well-behaved
and
not piss off Jake and Chase too much.”

“Is this how our life is going to be?”

“Yep.”

“I think if you are well-behaved, you can go to the South Pole instead.”

“Can we do both?” Why, oh why, did that grin have the power to melt her insides? “I’m a great negotiator, baby.”

Charlotte sighed, one filled with happiness for a change. No one else dared to challenge her like this. Love her like this. She couldn’t love him more for it. She gave him a huge bear hug and whispered, “That you are, sweet punk.”

Aaron held Charlotte close, so grateful, thankful. She was all he ever wanted, a woman strong enough to bring the punk to heel.

He kissed her head and made his peace with God, thanking Him for Charlotte, her love, her life. Charlotte didn’t believe, but Aaron was grateful enough for them both. And yeah, he’d have to face judgment eventually for killing John, but he’d pay the price. A life with Charlotte would be worth it.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, staring at him. “Your lips are moving.”

“Thanking God.”

She stiffened, then she relaxed in his arms, settling back against his chest. “Tell Him I said thanks, too.”

Aaron kissed her forehead, so proud of her, and did just that.

Epilogue

Two years later…

Charlotte Anderson halted the bay mare at the fence and watched her husband limp toward it, trying desperately to hide the pain. She grinned, because Aaron had been bucked off one of the green horses yesterday while showing off. But she loved the struggle, his lean hips swaying to compensate. He was very blond now, getting ready for another film, and she loved how deep blue his eyes looked in the afternoon light.

He groaned and she hid another grin. That’s what he got for trying to impress Kate and Tia. As if they needed impressing, seeing the second spy flick had been a huge success. They had declared Aaron sex god of the free world and clamored for his attention, despite having sexy, deadly husbands of their own.

Charlotte took pride in the spy sequel’s box office numbers since she’d been hired to coordinate the spy doings. Her deal had been no listing her name in the end credits. Their deal had been for her not to be on set when Aaron had to do the nasty with his leading lady. She made the bit of fluff nervous, they said. Damn straight she should be nervous. Aaron was hers. But he offered her extra South Pole explorations if she complied. So she did.