Secret Weapon (22 page)

He watched as the tip of her finger dipped into her slit, then pushed inside. As she pressed her finger in and out, he could imagine her soft, velvety opening around his fingers.

“What does it feel like?” His gaze, locked on her moving finger, left no doubt what he was asking.

“Hot and wet.”

Unable to stand it any longer, he grabbed the key Derek had left on the coffee table and opened the door, then walked toward her. She watched him approach with half-lidded eyes. She slid a second finger inside as he sat on the cot beside her.

“Are you going to touch me, Officer O’Neill?” she asked in a throaty voice.

“Yes.” He cupped her breast. The soft flesh filled his hand and the tight bud pressed into his palm.

God, she had a delightful body. He watched her two fingers push in and out of her slit as he dragged his hand from her warm breast and trailed it down her stomach. Then he stroked the star with his fingertips. He longed to be inside that sweet pussy of hers.

He leaned down and captured a distended nipple in his mouth. His tongue found the tight, pebbly aureola and stroked it. She moaned softly. He licked, then sucked, drawing the hard nub deep into his mouth. Her fingers forked through his hair as he continued to pull on her nipple, and soft sounds emanated from her throat.

He ached to be inside her … but first he wanted to taste her. He stood up and moved to the end of the cot. He knelt down and wrapped his hands around her legs, then pulled her downward until her calves draped over the end, her feet resting on the floor. He pressed her thighs wide and leaned toward her. He grasped her hand and drew it from her depths, then wrapped his lips around her slick fingers and sucked. Releasing them, he leaned forward and licked the length of her slick folds. He pressed his tongue to her opening and pushed it inside, tasting her sweet femininity.

He probed along her slit with his fingers until he found her clit, then pulled the fleshy folds apart so he could see it. He dragged his tongue toward it, then lapped over the tiny button. She sucked in air, her fingers moving through his hair as she arched against him.

He drew away and smiled up at her. “You like that?”

“Yes, Officer O’Neill.”

“You want me to keep doing it?”

“Yes, please, Officer O’Neill.”

He chuckled, then licked her again. At her soft moan, his gut tightened. He loved giving her pleasure.

He stroked her clitoris with his tongue, savoring her murmurs of delight. His fingers slipped inside her and he stroked as he continued to tease her sensitive nub with his mouth. She arched against him, her fingers twisting in his hair. He stroked faster and sucked on her clit. She moaned, then writhed beneath him as he twirled his fingers inside and flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit.

Finally, she wailed her release.

Once she collapsed on the cot, he stood up and moved to the side of it. She smiled and sat up, then ran her fingers over the straining bulge in his pants. She tugged his zipper down and reached inside.

Tingles raced through him as her warm hand closed around his aching cock. She drew it out, then gazed at it lovingly as she stroked it. His heart thundered in his chest as she leaned forward and kissed his tip. She licked, then wrapped her soft lips around him and glided downward until her lips tucked under his corona, his whole cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over him. Intense need shuddered through him. He wanted to thrust forward, filling her with his cock, but he held still.

Her fingers found his balls and she stroked them. She glided down his cock, taking more and more of his shaft in her mouth, until she’d taken his whole length. God, she was good at this.

He stroked her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her hot mouth around him, her tongue teasing his shaft, her hands cradling his balls— all combined to send his senses soaring. Heat pumped through him. He sucked in a breath as she took him impossibly deep, then moved faster on him, squeezing him in her mouth. Pleasure speared through his entire body and he erupted into her mouth.

He stroked the long, blond hair back from her face and she released his spent cock.

Janine gazed up at him with impish blue eyes and the sheer beauty of her unabashedly sexy smile took his breath away. He pulled her to her feet and gazed into her eyes.

“You are incredible.”

Her eyes widened a little and her smile turned almost timid.

“Thank you, Officer O’Neill.”

He chuckled, then dragged her against his body and captured her lips, spearing his tongue into her sweet mouth. He kissed her deeply, and thoroughly.

“You know, you are a very cooperative prisoner.” He grabbed her wrists and backed her up against the cell wall, pinning her hands above her head. “You know, sometimes an
un
cooperative prisoner is more fun.”

A flicker of a smile crossed her lips, and she gazed up at him with wide eyes filled with mock concern. “What are you doing, Officer? I did what you wanted. Aren’t you going to let me go yet?”

“Why should I let you go when I can have all the fun with you I want right here?”

She arched her naked body against him. “No, you mustn’t take advantage of me.”

Despite his release only moments before, the feel of her naked body arching against him as she struggled sent his cock swelling. He drew her arms farther apart and leaned down to cover her nipple with his mouth. He dragged his tongue over her pebbly aureola and licked, then sucked mercilessly. She whimpered. Her hard bud swelled in his mouth. He licked and sucked again.

She writhed against him and his cock pressed against her stomach as it hardened even more.

“Officer, please. Don’t fuck me.”

He pressed his body tight against her. “Why not?”

*   *   *

Janine stared into Liam’s gleaming eyes as he asked her the question. She couldn’t think of a single reason, especially since she so sincerely
wanted
him to fuck her. Right now.

His rock-hard cock against her stomach made her insides ache with intense yearning.

“You just can’t,” she finally managed to say.

He leaned in close to her face. “Well, now, that sounds like a challenge.”

He pulled her wrists down and drew her across the cell, then twisted her around. Suddenly she felt cold metal against her wrists, and a second later she found herself pressed against the bars with her wrists cuffed through them. Liam’s body pressed against her thighs, and she felt his cockhead glide along her slick opening. The hard flesh burned against her and painful pleasure spiked through her as she longed for him to drive into her.

“You are a very
bad
girl, and I’m going to treat you like one,” he said, then thrust forward.

She gasped as his hard flesh invaded her body, thrilling her as it drove deep.

“Oh, God.” She wrapped her fingers around the bars as she stared unseeingly at the wall beyond, barely aware of anything but the huge shaft of flesh filling her.

He pulled back and drove forward again, crushing her naked body against the cold bars.

“Oh, Officer, you mustn’t—”

He pulled back and filled her again. She moaned.

He drove into her again and again, in accelerated thrusts. Pleasure rocketed through her, and she wailed as intense pleasure shot through her.

Finally she collapsed against the bars, his body tight against her, his cock still fully immersed in her … and still as hard as a rock.

He kissed her cheek, then drew back, his cockhead stroking along her inner channel almost setting her off again.

He unfastened her wrists and turned her around, then captured her lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

*   *   *

Sloan stared at the camera, his gazed locked on the expression on Liam’s face. He looked like a man … oh, God … totally smitten by a woman.

As Liam continued to kiss Janine, he backed her toward the cot. He lay her down gently and prowled over her.

Suddenly, the scene seemed way too intimate for Sloan’s liking. Maybe he couldn’t handle this after all.

Eighteen

Sloan’s heart ached, knowing the only alternative was giving up on Janine, and he couldn’t do that. The only chance he had of possibly winning her for good—of making this work—was to prove to her that he accepted her for who she was. Even if she made love to his best friend.

Sloan turned and strode to the door, then hurried down the hall to the room with the cell. Janine and Liam lay on the cot, their naked bodies still entwined, catching their breath.

“Officer O’Neill,” Sloan snapped.

Liam gazed around. “Yes, Captain?”

“You’re out of uniform.”

“Sorry, Captain.” Liam leaned down and kissed Janine, then lifted himself from her body. He took her hand and helped her to sit up, then picked up his uniform from the floor and began putting it on.

Once he’d finished putting on his clothes, he sat on the cot and pulled on his shoes, then glanced toward Sloan.

“I told the prisoner I would try to persuade you to be lenient and let her go,” Liam said. “I think if you spend a little time with her, she might convince you to set her free.”

“I think you might be right,” Sloan said.

He strode to the cot and grasped her hands, then drew her to her feet and into his arms. He captured her lips and stormed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue drove into her and found her tongue, then swirled over it. Her wide eyes fell closed and her arms surrounded him. He stroked her back as their mouths moved together passionately.

Her fingers tangled in his shirt buttons as she tried to unfasten them. He separated from her briefly to tug the shirt over his shoulders and toss it aside, then pulled her to him again. He sucked in a breath as her soft breasts pressed against his naked skin. His cock swelled painfully.

With their lips still locked together, she released his zipper. He shoved his pants down, boxers and all, and kicked them away, then backed her to the wall. He wrapped his hand around his erection, which was pushing against her belly, and guided it to her opening.

*   *   *

Janine gasped as Sloan’s huge cock thrust into her, pinning her to the wall. His intense blue eyes stared into hers and she felt his love washing over her. She pressed her lips to his again, lost in a sea of emotion. Hot, tumultuous feelings of lust, confusion, even a little fear—but mostly of love—for this warm, loving, yet frustrating man.

But, by God, she needed him.

He drew back, his big cock stroking her inner passage, driving her so wild she trembled. Then he thrust deep again.

“Oh, God, Sloan. That feels so good.” She kissed him again, desperate for him to possess her completely.

He pulled back and drove deep again, filling her body with his awesome cock—and filling her soul with love.

He plunged into her again and again. Pleasure swelled, bursting through every cell, flooding each nerve ending. She gasped as rapture swept through her, carrying her to a place of infinite joy. She clung to him, wailing, barely hearing the sound of her own voice as it careened higher and higher, leaving her voice hoarse.

She flew over the edge to a place of unspeakable ecstasy.

Sloan groaned … and followed her to that state of pure bliss.

*   *   *

“Officer O’Neill. Get the hell out of here.” Sloan still held Janine tight to his body, his cock still embedded inside her.

“Is there something wrong, Sloan?” Liam asked.

“No, just … go get the others and go back to the bar. Ensure we’ve got privacy here.”

“Okay. Sure.”

Sloan didn’t want the others watching him and Janine. The door closed behind Liam.

“Sloan—”

“Wait.”

He held her pressed between his body and the wall. It should take only another couple of minutes.

A knock sounded at the door.

“What is it?” Sloan called.

“Cameras and audio are off,” Liam called from the other side of the door.

“Thanks,” Sloan said. “Whoever wasn’t in the room with you was watching a video feed.”

She nodded. “I figured.”

He drew back from her, immediately missing her soft body pressed against his. He strode to the cot and tugged the blanket from the top, then walked back to her and draped it over her shoulders. She grasped it and pulled it closed around her, covering her lovely body.

“Is something wrong, Sloan?”

“No. Well…” He raked a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, but I need to know. The way Liam was looking at you … Is there something going on between you two?”

She pursed her lips. “Sloan, there’s something going on between me and all the guys here. Including you.”

His lips compressed to a flat line. “Let me be clearer, then. Have you been seeing him outside the group?”

*   *   *

Irritation flared through Janine. “There’s no reason I should feel guilty about that.” Even though she did. “You knew the deal before we started this.”

His jaw tensed and his eyes glittered like granite. “Are you in love with Liam?”

She opened her mouth to deny it, then closed it again. The fact that he’d ask her that, and with so much emotion in his eyes, was the proof that she’d been looking for all along. Proof that he couldn’t handle any of this.

Sloan frowned, clearly taking her hesitation as an answer. Anger flared in his eyes and he turned his back on her. In total silence, he gathered his clothes and pulled them on, then left the cell, leaving the door open behind him. He strode out of the room. Janine stared at the door, her irritation ebbing away. Damn. She’d made a huge mistake starting this with Sloan. All along, she’d been afraid he’d get hurt, but it had seemed the only way to convince him there would never be anything more between them than friendship.

Now she wondered if even that would remain.

Nineteen

In a daze, Janine pulled the blanket around her, then walked across the room and out the door into the hallway. She went upstairs to the bedroom where she’d left her suitcase and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then headed back downstairs to the bar. As soon as she opened the door, three pairs of eyes turned to her.