Guardian Angel (28 page)

His abs jerked inward as she reversed her straddle and began tending to the lower half of his body, giving him a perfect view of her behind, of the silk thong beneath the sheer nightie as she leaned over and ran her hands over his massive, muscular legs.

It was only after she had coated and massaged his entire body that she placed herself between his legs and allowed herself to look into his eyes again.  He had gone perfectly still; his eyes glowed like lasers, burning her all the way to her soul.  She would be punished for this, she knew, but it was a punishment she would gladly endure for this chance to love and explore him in this way.  Until this moment, Kane had always been in control. 

Now it was her turn. 

His cock bobbed and strained for her.  Rebecca reached for it, snatching her hands back when he growled at her again.

“Naughty, naughty,” she whispered softly, her heady lust – and the titanium restraints – giving her courage.  “Now you’ll have to wait even longer.”

She sat up between his spread-eagled legs and slowly began an erotic striptease.  By the time the last piece of cloth had been shed, Kane was covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles so tense he looked like he could snap at any moment.  It was then that she took the bottle of massage oil...

... and used it on herself.

It felt strange, at first, to be touching herself that way.  To let her hands glide seductively over her own breasts, to caress her belly, to reach between her thighs.  It was impossible to keep the soft moans and whimpers completely silent when she saw the effect it was having on him, driving him mad.

When she had finished this phase of her torture, she extended her hands again, stopping before actually touching him.  “Are you going to be a good boy?” she asked, keeping her voice low and husky.

Kane swallowed.

“Are you?” she asked again.

He nodded, once, and Rebecca felt the victory explode within her like a case of fireworks.

She placed both hands on him, gently at first, then steadily increased the pressure as she worked his shaft in firm, twisting motions.  His moans and grunts were like the finest symphony to her ears.  When his body became so tight that she knew he was close, she removed her hands. 

And replaced them with her tongue.

Kane had never allowed her to do this before; the few times she had tried he had found ways to distract her.  But now, tonight, there was nothing to stop her; she would not be deterred.  Tonight, she would finally know the taste of her husband.

She began with careful licks, sampling him like an ice cream cone.  He tasted hot, and male, and incredibly good.  Before long her licks became erotic kisses, then suckles, until she took his head into her mouth and pulled.

Kane’s entire body levitated off of the bed as far as the restraints would allow.  Rebecca was delighted by the thick, creamy confection that had seeped out, lapping it up with moans of delight.

Her hands added to the magic of her mouth, and before long, she felt him tightening again.  He began to thrash beneath her, but she only held on that much tighter, pulled and stroked that much harder and faster.  This power, this control, was addicting.

When she was sure he was at the breaking point, she released him and impaled herself upon him, riding him like she had only dreamed of.  She was so hot, so aroused that it only took mere seconds for her to come hard around him, and her milking sheath drew forth his own explosive orgasm.

“Unlock me,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper.  Rebecca had no more defiance in her.  It took every last bit of strength she had to crawl across him and extract the keys from the nightstand.  After several failed attempts, she managed to release his hands.  Kane quickly relieved her of the keys and took care of his feet.  Then his body became an iron cage, wrapping around her tightly.

There were no words to express what she had done to him.  She doubted anyone had ever controlled him like that before. She didn’t know if he would allow it to happen again, but no matter what, she would always have this night to remember.

She let her limp, sated body melt willingly against him.  There was no more fight in her as he caressed her pliant flesh with nothing less than reverence.

“Are you angry with me?” she whispered, the worry evident in her eyes even as she fought to keep her lids open.

“No,” he breathed, nuzzling her neck as he entered her with one powerful thrust.  “But you will have to live with the consequences of your actions.”

She moaned in ecstasy as he began his full, thorough penetrations.  “Consequences...” she purred, unable to do anything but willingly surrender.

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“B
aby, time to wake up.”  Kane’s hot breath teased her ear, chuckling when she could only summon a weak moan in response. 

“Come on, sweetheart.”  His hand caressed her bare flank before landing a light, stinging slap. 

Rebecca mumbled something unintelligible and tried to burrow farther under the sheet.  Every square inch of her was deliciously achy.  Kane’s ‘consequences’ involved repeated lessons in sexual dominance.  Somewhere along the line she’d lost track of the number of times he’d brought her to climax; it had gotten to the point where she could do no more than lay there bonelessly and accept whatever he would do next.  Her preparations, it seemed, had made him crazed with a need that could not be easily slaked.  She had to remember that if she ever felt the need to play dominatrix again she would make sure she had several days to recover afterward.

Suddenly she felt weightless as Kane scooped her up from the bed and walked her toward the bathroom – and right into a cold shower.  He took pity on her though, when she did little more than curl into a ball and begin to shiver.

He turned the water to warm, then joined her.  He lovingly cared for her, holding her against him as he cleaned her.  Afterward, he dried her and dressed her, even fastening the buttons on her shirt when she seemed incapable of doing so herself.

“Doing anything later?” he teased as he lifted her back into the dumbwaiter.

“Mmmm,” she answered, making him laugh.  It was the closest thing to a cognizant response she’d managed all morning.

“Don’t be late, sweetheart,” he said, giving her one last, scorching kiss.  “I’ll be waiting.”  Then he gave the signal and he disappeared from sight.

* * *

“O
h my God,” Taryn breathed as Ian was forced to reach in and extract Rebecca from the dumbwaiter since she seemed incapable of crawling out herself. 

Lexi smiled.  “I guess that means it went well?”

“Come on,” coaxed Taryn as she and Lexi each took an arm and began to lead Rebecca to the back entrance.  “We’ve got to get her over to Maggie’s to get ready.  Let’s hope Maggie’s got something restorative in that magic herbal bag of hers or we’ll be walking down the aisle with her.”

* * *

W
hen Kane saw Rebecca enter from the back of the church, he couldn’t help himself.  His brain went into total lockdown and he automatically started walking toward her until Jake reached out and stopped him.  A rumble of laughter spread throughout the church.

Rebecca’s smile was brighter than the sun, her eyes focused only on the tall, dark man waiting for her. 

“Slow down,” Aidan reminded her several times, chuckling quietly as he escorted her down the aisle.

So lost were they, gazing into each other’s eyes during the service that the priest had to repeat himself several times.

And when Kane took his bride in his arms and kissed her, everyone swore that the temperature in the church shot up several degrees.

* * *

T
he reception was held at the Celtic Goddess, Aidan’s wedding gift to the couple.  Lexi planned an opulent feast on their behalf, overseeing all of the preparations personally.  At Kane and Rebecca’s request, the event was limited only to close friends and family, though there were still more than enough guests to fill the room.

They sat around the large table, taking a well-deserved rest.  Rebecca was comfortably ensconced on Kane’s lap, leaning against his chest while his fingers flexed lazily against her thigh.  Her body hummed from the closeness of their contact.  As lovely as everything was, she was definitely looking forward to having a little alone time with him.

“So Kane,” Michael said.  “Now that you have a wife to take care of you, have you given any more thought to scheduling that hip replacement?”

Kane turned slowly toward the sound of his brother’s voice, his blue eyes sparkling like sapphires, looking the picture of contentment.  It was a very good look for him, Rebecca thought smugly.

“I’m going to pass, Mick.”

“You know it’s the only way you’re getting back out in the field, right?”

Kane’s face was calm as his hand trailed up and down Rebecca’s arm.  “I’ve decided to retire from active duty.”

He was met with stunned silence.  Rebecca lifted her head and gazed into his nearly glowing, half-lidded eyes.  “Are you sure this is what you want?” 

They hadn’t talked about it, not with each other, anyway.  Kane’s rehab had been going very well, but there was only so much that could be done without the surgery.  He’d told Rebecca that he didn’t want to schedule any procedure that might interfere with their wedding plans, but now that the big day was winding down, she had assumed they would move forward.

Rebecca had mixed feelings about that.  Taryn and the others had spoken with her about what she could expect when Kane rejoined his brothers in their missions, and it was something she had been mentally preparing herself for.  She loved him, more than she would have ever believed possible, but she would never ask him to change for her.  As frightening as it was to think of Kane off fighting somewhere, Rebecca had known what she was getting into.  She had seen him in action, knew that he was very skilled at what he did.  If this is what he truly wanted, she would never take that away from him.  She knew first-hand the torment that came with being asked to choose between what you loved and who you loved. 

His announcement was as much of a shock to her as it was to everyone else.

* * *

K
ane looked deep into his wife’s eyes, tracing her jaw with his fingers. He would not leave her, never again.  He knew, without a doubt, that wherever he went, she would follow, and there was no way he would allow that.  She’d seen enough terror in her lifetime, and if he was honest with himself, so had he. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” 

He turned to the others.  “From now on, I’m strictly base.  I’ll help with whatever you need – planning, tactical, whatever – but I’ll do it from here.” 

Jack Callaghan put a hand on his shoulder in support.  “I think you have done more than your fair share, my boy.  You all have.” He looked at each of his sons in turn with obvious pride.  “A father could ask for no finer sons than this.”

A toast was raised as they all drank to each other.  Kane was the first to step down from active duty since Jack.  It was a sobering moment for all of them, a definite turning point in the future of the Callaghan special ops force. 

“And what about you, Rebecca?” Nicki asked.  “Now that you’ll be sticking around for a while, will you accept directorship of the new shelter?”  With the renovations scheduled to be completed within another month or so, they would need someone officially at the helm, and Rebecca had been the unanimous first choice. 

Rebecca bit her lip.  “Actually, no.”

“No?”  Kane looked at her in surprise.  He, like everyone else, had assumed that it was the perfect job for her.  The position would allow her to stay hands-on and oversee a number of helpful local programs.  It also had the added benefit of requiring her to remain in and around Pine Ridge, though occasional trips might be required.  For the most part, it would ensure that she remained in a safe environment – namely, his – where he and his family looked out for one another.  If she really felt the need to travel, he would be right there at her side. 

It was yet another reason why he was pulling himself from active combat.  With a sat link and a laptop he could be there for his brothers no matter where he was in the world while keeping his
croie
safe at his side.

“No.”  She turned her brown eyes to his.  Something was hidden there, some emotion that pulled at his heart and gut strongly, but he couldn’t identify it.  He’d thought he’d seen everything in those expressive eyes, learned to read her well, but this was something he hadn’t encountered before.  It wasn’t clearly bad nor obviously good, but whatever it was, she felt it with a depth that had the gold flecks in her eyes swirling like a glittery snowstorm.  His eyes, questioning, bore into hers until she blinked and added, “I think I’d like to take a little break from ‘active duty’, too, if that’s alright with you.”

Alright with him?  Hell, next to her saying “I do” again in front of the whole church, that’s the best thing he’d heard all day.  They’d both earned a little time for themselves.  To escape to the mountains and not be seen or heard from for several weeks at a time.  To have her all to himself, naked and willing with no interruptions or distractions.  Oh yeah, that was more than fine with him.

Because he was a man who believed actions truly spoke louder than words, he answered her by kissing her so thoroughly that her eyes rolled back in her head and she had no doubts as to how he really felt about it. 

“R
ebecca.”  The familiar voice cut through her Kane-induced fog and had her stiffening immediately.  Kane tensed as well, his arms automatically drawing her closer in a protective gesture.

For a few moments feelings of cold dread nearly overwhelmed her, but then she felt the strong arms of her husband around her, felt the heat of his body washing away the cold panic.  It dawned on her then, really dawned on her, that she had joined with this wonderful man and she would never have to face anyone or anything alone again.

Including her parents.

With a brief silent prayer of thanks and a request for patience, she forced herself to turn toward the one that had spoken and looked into liquid amber eyes bearing the same golden flecks she and her brother had.