Safe House (9 page)

He slid his hands underneath her shirt and heard the quick catch of her breath. Instead of stopping him, she placed her hands over his and guided them up her stomach until her heavy breasts filled his hands. She closed her eyes and moaned. 

He felt her nipples peak into hard, tight tips as he grazed them with his fingertips.

“The things I want to do to you, Kendra.” He nibbled her ear and told her how deep and hard he wanted to fuck her. How she drove him crazy with need. How she made him so hard and stiff he couldn’t get enough of her sweet, tight pussy.

Flint’s hands let go of her breasts to strip off his jeans, revealing every tight and hard toned muscle. Kendra stared in awe. There wasn’t a trace of fat; he was all ripped and rock solid. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that this man…this incredibly hot, sexy male wanted her as his. For keeps, he’d said…

He turned to step into the shower, leaving Kendra with a view of his broad upper back and shoulders covered from one side to the other with the Steel Infidels tattoo and his tight, perfect ass. All she could do was stare. His raw masculinity left her breathless.

After turning on the water and adjusting the temperature, he turned and held out his hand to her. The look on his face spelled an intent that sent a coil of need tightening within her belly. Oh shit! Her hair would get all messed up and his bandage couldn’t get wet. All the reasons why she shouldn’t strip off her shirt and step into the shower with him ran through her mind.

Screw it! No way in hell was she turning him down. A woman would be insane to even think about it. She tugged her flannel shirt over her head and took his hand. Flint smiled and drew her under the water with him.

He pulled her close and turned her around so that he could leisurely soap her back, his warm hands lathering the slippery bar over her shoulders and down her arms. He drew her back against him and reached around to soap her stomach and down between her legs. Kendra closed her eyes and braced her arms against the tile wall of the shower for support. 

Flint put down the bar of soap and massaged her breasts, kneading their fleshy mounds and tugging on the nipples. “Have I told you how much I love your big nipples?” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“Yes,” Kendra gasped. “But you can tell me again.”

“Good,” he replied. “Because I love talking about them. There are so many ways to describe your nipples. Rigid…swollen… turgid…irresistible.” With each word, he squeezed the tips and rolled them between his finger and thumb. Kendra melted into him, afraid her legs were going to crumble out from under her.

Flint nibbled on her neck, moving one hand from her nipple and down her stomach. His hand slid further still and cupped her sex, pressing her back against him. Kendra whimpered when his fingers parted her swollen, wet pussy lips. He found her clit and rubbed it in circles. “Oh God! Flint,” she panted. 

Trapped between the tile wall and his rock-hard body, Kendra felt her senses swim, overwhelmed by his male dominance. Tucked between the globes of her buttocks was the unmistakable length of his straining erection and he felt even harder, bigger than she remembered. Kendra writhed against him. The carnal movement caused him to swell even thicker. She wantonly pushed and undulated her ass into Flint again.

“Are you wet yet, Kendra? Because I’m already rock-hard for you,” Flint growled with his lips in her ear. If her pussy wasn’t already soaking wet with desire, it would have been after his words. She loved it when he talked dirty.

He moved her slightly to the side and out of the direct spray of the water. Kneeling down behind her, he spread her ass cheeks wide with his hands. His tongue settled over her slit before lapping up and down her wet entrance. Kendra’s thighs trembled and she was grateful when he tightened his grip on her ass to hold her steady. Flint stroked her cunt with his tongue like he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Oh!” she cried out. “Flint! What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he buried his face deeper into her ass and worked his tongue into her pussy. Kendra’s mouth opened in soundless ecstasy as he swept his tongue from her pussy lips all the way up to her ass.

She gasped when he licked her there, not expecting something so carnal and wickedly taboo. Flint was driving her insane. She didn’t want it to stop. Kendra ground her ass into his face and moaned in appreciation.

Flint stroked a finger into her cunt and drew her hot juices up to lubricate her ass. He lifted his head and slowly inserted a finger into her tight anal ring, bit by bit, giving her time to relax and adjust before going all the way in. Kendra gasped at the delicious feeling of fullness. Damn! No man had ever done that to her before. She was amazed at how good it felt. Flint continued to take her places she’d never been sexually. She bit her lips to keep from crying out.

“Don’t hold back,” he gritted out. “Every sound you make drives me fucking insane.”

Everything faded except for the feel of Flint’s hands as he fucked her ass and pussy forcefully with his fingers. At that moment, nothing mattered to Kendra but the unbelievable sensations Flint was invoking in her. When she thought she couldn’t stand up a minute longer without crumbling into a heap, he withdrew his fingers and nudged her feet further apart.

Flint bent her slightly forward with her hands against the tile wall. “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he said. “I can’t wait a second longer.” Before he finished his sentence, he had already thrust himself into her slippery, hot pussy with a loud grunt. With another short thrust, he was buried all the way up to the hilt.

Kendra cried out loudly this time at the deep contact, the sound echoing off the tile walls. Her pussy gripped his cock and Flint groaned deeply in appreciation. He began to move, fucking her hard with powerful, long thrusts. His arm wrapped around her stomach so she wouldn’t slip.

Kendra closed her eyes, hearing nothing but the sound of Flint ravaging her pussy, his labored breathing as he fought to maintain control, and the loud smacks of his cock into her juicy wetness.

“I can’t believe how fucking good you feel!” Flint muttered, his thrusts becoming more primal and savage. “You’re driving me out of my mind.” He sank in as deeply as possible and they both gasped for breath. “Tell me what you need,” he said before leaning down and biting her shoulder sharply. “Anything you want.”

“Just fuck me, Flint,” Kendra panted out between breaths. “Hard and fast.”

He slammed into her roughly, causing her breasts to swing wildly. “Oh yes, that’s good,” Kendra gasped. “That’s it,” she babbled, almost out of her mind with the overwhelming sensations racking her body. “Oh God!”

Flint slid his hand down her stomach and parted her pussy lips to reveal her clit. Flint rubbed the sensitive nub vigorously while ramming into her from behind with loud grunts. He increased the pressure on her clit while murmuring in her ear. “Scream my name,” he urged, his hips moving faster. “Scream my name when you come for me.”

One more powerful thrust and her orgasm hit her. “Flint!” she yelled, unraveling in a pool of bliss. “I’m coming! Flint! Fuck! Fuck!”

That was all it took for Flint to become completely undone. He came deep inside her with a loud shout, his cock throbbing and twitching with each pulse. Kendra’s pussy walls clenched and unclenched around him, milking him until there was nothing left.

Instead of pulling out, he stayed deep inside her. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “I’m not ready to let you go.” Nuzzling her neck, he reached up to lovingly caress her breast. “Not ever.”

****

They remained snuggled tightly against each other until the water eventually became cooler. Kendra giggled. “You realize any second now we’re going to be hit with ice cold water,” she said. “We should probably get out and dry off before that happens. I’m not a fan of cold showers.”

“There may be lots of cold showers in my future,” Flint said. “Unless I can convince you to stay in bed with me all day long.” He rocked against her and she felt his cock growing hard again inside her. “I told you I can’t get enough of you,” he growled into her hair. “Seriously. I’m insatiable where you’re concerned.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Kendra replied. She yelped when the water suddenly turned ice cold. Flint laughed, finally withdrawing from her with a regretful sigh. He stepped out of the shower and she followed right behind him. Grabbing a couple of towels, he threw her one and wrapped the other around his waist. Droplets of water dripped from his hair and slid down his chest. Kendra stared, mesmerized.

Flint’s cell phone buzzed in his jeans, which were lying on the floor. “Shit!” he said. “Ignore it.”

The phone buzzed again.

“It’s okay,” Kendra said, quickly towelling off. “You’d better check it. The call might be important.”

Flint sighed and pulled the phone out of his pocket. “Jesse?” he answered. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder while he tugged on his jeans. “What’s up?” He listened quietly for a moment. “When? Now? Jesus Christ! You know the road up the mountain is one way, right? How far away are you? We’re leaving now.”

Flint clicked the phone shut and grabbed Kendra’s hand. He half-pulled, half-dragged her out of the bathroom.

“We need to hurry. Put on your clothes and grab the guns. Does your truck have a four-wheel drive?”

Kendra looked bewildered. “Yes, of course, but why do you need to know?”

Flint grabbed his shirt off the back of a chair and slipped it over his head. “The Liberators know where we are. They’re on their way here now.” He shrugged into his leather jacket and patted the side pocket for the pistol he always kept there. “Jesse and the rest of the crew are heading this way, but they’re about twenty-five minutes away. We need to get off this fucking mountain before the Liberators get here.”

Kendra’s eyes grew wide. “The road is iced over. And it’s barely wide enough for one vehicle in some places.”

“I know. That’s why I asked about the four-wheel drive. Give me your keys, I’m driving.”

Kendra reached into her purse and threw him the keys. She already had her coat on and was heading for the door. She picked up the pistol and shotgun from the table. They hadn’t been touched since she’d placed them there.

Flint held the door open for her. “You know how to shoot both guns?” he asked.

“Damn right I do,” she answered firmly. “My Daddy taught me how to shoot a gun when I was ten years old.”

“Kendra, if you need to use them, don’t hesitate.”

Kendra struggled to fight down the cold fear settling around her chest and threatening to choke off her breath. The Liberators were on their way to kill Flint.

Her guy.

Though she had never knowingly harmed another living creature, she understood in a heartbeat what needed to be done. She moved the safety on both guns to the off position. She already knew they were loaded.

To protect Flint, she would kill.

Without thinking or hesitation.

She glanced around the cabin one last time. Things would never be the same again.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

****

The End

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Skin Deep

Copyright 2013 Dez Burke

Chapter One

The white-columned Antebellum mansion was gorgeous. Angela Neil had never seen anything so grand. She leaned forward from the plush passenger seat of the limo so she could better view the expanse of the grounds as the chauffeur rode around the circular drive. The one-hour ride finally ended; they had arrived.

The shrubs near the front entrance of the mansion were being trimmed by a handful of gardening staff. Two expensive-looking cars, one an SUV and the other a Porsche, were parked just off the side of the three-story home.

Angela took a deep breath and sat back against the warm leather.

What was she setting herself up for here? Her agent, Megan Shaw had been vague. Something about an interesting job that would require Angela’s acting skill. Angela had wanted names and details, but Megan had said the client preferred to maintain discretion and privacy until Angela had the chance to meet him in person.

Angela was intrigued. She didn’t get this kind of strange offer every day. To meet a rich guy at his fancy Nashville mansion to discuss a mysterious job proposal. Angela’s brow furrowed. If she didn’t trust Megan so much, she’d never have agreed to even go along with this encounter no matter how much he was willing to pay.

It didn’t help that she happened to be out of acting work at the moment. Not to mention being flat out broke with the bills piling up every day. It wasn’t that Angela succumbed to the age-old vice of living beyond her means. Instead every penny she made went toward her father’s assisted living facility. A good paying job would be very helpful toward paying down a few of her bills. Getting decent care for her father was the most important thing in the world to her and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to provide for it if she could.

That didn’t mean she was desperate though. When she’d pressed Megan for more information, Megan had stood firm. “All that’s required is a little bit of your time, Angela. You can be assured of your safety as I won’t put you up for something questionable. I’m quite sure you’ll be interested in what this potential client has to say. It won’t hurt for you to go listen to him. ”

“You’d better not be sending me to something fishy,” Angela had replied. If this was some eccentric moneybag trying to get her attention so he could proposition her, she’d strangle someone.

Angela couldn’t exactly call herself a starlet but she did have her share of crazy offers from rich men who believed that just because she was a struggling actress, she could be treated like a cheap lay. She’d received a few indecent proposals in the past and she wasn’t entertaining such rubbish if that was the case.

This time, Megan had sounded offended. “Just trust me, okay? I’ve always had your best interests at heart and this is no different. You don’t have to agree to anything at this point; just go to the interview. A driver will be sent to pick you up at three tomorrow. Be ready.”

Angela had sighed with frustration when she’d finally hung up. Megan wasn’t usually so mysterious. What was so special about this job and why the secrecy? How much had Megan been offered to get her to even be interested in something like this? A private meeting in the home of a stranger at an unknown location. Angela fought down a shiver. If anything happened to her, she’d never forgive that agent of hers.

Her vengeful thoughts made her lips tilt in a small smile, which faded as the limo finally came to a stop. She inhaled deeply, hesitating slightly when the chauffeur came round and held open the door for her. This was it. Whatever ‘this’ was. She was a big girl; she could face almost anything that came her way. And she’d been assured that if she didn’t like what she heard, she could leave. Surely she had nothing to lose?

Gathering her composure like a shawl around her, Angela stepped elegantly from the limousine.

****

Who the hell is that?

Shane looked out through the windows at the woman who emerged from the sleek black limo that stood parked in front of the house. She paused to take in her surroundings and this gave him the opportunity to view her unobserved for a few more moments.

Angela Neil was a slim, shapely woman with thick, flowing dark brown hair reaching past her shoulders in sophisticated waves. Angela could have easily been a model; she moved and looked like one though perhaps, packed a lot more curves than the acceptable size zero types. She wore a short white dress with bright pink shoes and carried a matching purse.

Needless to say, she was beautiful. Though definitely not what he’d expected when Linda, his assistant told him a woman was arriving shortly to interview for the position. He’d specifically asked Linda to request someone his usual type, blonde and stunning for the job. And here this woman was…not blonde, but definitely stunning.

As if suddenly aware of his scrutiny, the woman looked up quickly at his window. Shane resisted the urge to step back. The room he stood in was in complete darkness and he was well in shadow. She might see a semblance of form but she couldn’t be sure what it was, he knew. She looked down again and walked up the steps to the front of the house, disappearing from view.

Shane drew in a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding, and then deftly buttoned up his shirt.

Time to make Ms. Neil an offer she couldn’t possibly refuse.

****

Angela’s curiosity was aroused and she had no idea what to expect as she was led through the most extravagantly decorated home she’d ever seen. It was as big inside as she’d suspected; everything super-size from the front door to the foyer and then the long, spreading hallway. It was like being on a movie set, not that she’d know what that meant since she’d only been in one feature film, a very small one. But she had the general idea of what kind of home someone with a new truckload of cash would own. And this was the height of it.

Hiding her awed thoughts, she schooled her features and smiled calmly as the formally dressed, black-haired woman who’d shown her in finally held open a door and ushered her to enter.

“Mr. Davis is already waiting to see you,” the middle-aged, slim and petite woman said with a professionally bright smile in return.

Finally, a name
,
thought Angela who nodded and quelled any lingering feeling of doubt or hesitation. Brushing past the woman who’d introduced herself at the door as Linda Brentwood, Angela walked smartly into the room beyond.

The door closed behind her. She looked around curiously to find it designed with style and sumptuousness in mind. Nothing crass or showy in place. The room was large, certainly bigger than the size of her whole apartment. There were tightly curtained windows lining one end which was shadowy compared to where she stood inside the now shut doorway. Her eyes quickly scanned the bookcases, the stately furniture and rugs, the ornate fireplace and finally, the desk on the far side of the room.

Angela drew in a breath. There was a man seated there. He didn’t rise, but waved his arm to a chair close to where Angela stood.

“Welcome to my home, Ms. Neil. Please, have a seat.”

Angela’s eyes widened at the sound of that voice. Full, deep and very masculine. It sent a shiver down her spine. Why couldn’t she see him? Why all the mystery? Shrugging imperceptibly, she took the chair offered and primly sat on the edge, knees together.

She hadn’t been sure what to wear. So she’d gone for a simple white silk dress; something sensible yet fashionable enough to flatter her shape. Her hair was freshly done and her makeup was flawless and light. Angela took great pride in her appearance and had nothing to be intimidated about when it came to her looks. But seated at one end of the room while her mysterious, obviously rich host sat on the other, she felt a jolt of nerves as she wondered what he could want with her.

He’d sounded young, perhaps early thirties? She could barely make out the outlines of his face and he was dressed in a light-colored shirt. A tanned hand lay on the desk, close to the lamp and it was the one thing she could see clearly. Long, tapering fingers lightly dusted with dark hairs.

He was somewhat young though most probably a little older than she was. And intriguing enough to make Angela stay planted on her seat even when he hadn’t had the courtesy to stand up or shake her hand when she appeared.

“Thank you, Mr. Davis,” she said neutrally, and waited.

“I appreciate you coming today. I promise to take only a little of your time. I’m hopeful our meeting will reach a positive conclusion,” he returned.

Angela inhaled deeply and then let the air out in a tense rush. “Why don’t you tell me who you are and exactly why I’m here.”

He seemed surprised for a moment. “You don’t know who I am?”

She frowned and quickly ran his last name Davis through her brain. Nothing.

He paused, then seemed to nod in agreement. “Okay, to the point it is then. My name is Shane Davis. I invited you to my house to offer you a business arrangement. It would involve you playing a certain role for a few weeks at the most.”

“I see. You don’t exactly strike me as the Hollywood type, Mr. Shane Davis,” murmured Angela. His name didn’t sound at all familiar but then she couldn’t possibly know of every spectacularly rich male in the city of Nashville. She wondered if he was a music producer. “Are you some kind of casting director or maybe a producer? Because this is a weird way of auditioning your characters.”

Angela knew this had nothing to do with a part in any kind of production. She just needed to sound on top of things and witticism was usually her most able defense.

And yet when he again paused for a few moments, Angela had to warn herself that maybe she needed to let him do most of the talking. She didn’t want to be caught at a disadvantage, or end up sounding stupid. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to make a good impression on this faceless man anyway.

“My proposition is unusual, but very straightforward and simple.” His tone sounded brisker and even cooler now.

Angela stiffened at his cryptic words and waited for him to continue, her heart pounding with the strangest excitement she’d ever experienced. Something told her she just may not like what she was about to hear…