Seize (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 2: Erotic Romance (9 page)

Chapter 8

She stared at
his lips and just that fast, Augie wanted her mouth. Reading his mind, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and explored. He let her lead. Her little pants and moans made him ache as she squirmed atop his cock. Tentative nips and tastes turned into a hypnotic rhythm as her ripe lips softly took his mouth, her tongue slipping in and exploring.

In an effort to slow them down, his hands roamed up her ribs. His touch focusing on each separate valley and peak. Like his own breathing, hers was erratic and shallow. The fingers in his hair tugged hard while strangled sighs flared from her throat. If they didn’t stop now, they’d go too far.

“Augie.”

Whispered feminine pleas hit his ears.

“Please, I need you.”

Heat ground into his crotch from where she twitched above him.

“I want to taste you.” When her hand landed on his lap, expletives spewed from his mouth.

He couldn’t undo his fly fast enough, so she took over. Soft fingers slid into his shorts and wrapped around his dick.

“I want you to take off your jeans.”

“So bossy, Miss Brown.” In a flash he was standing, leaving her on the couch, searching for him.

When her gaze locked onto his she said, “Shorts too.”

Stopping his striptease, he contemplated her last prompt.

“What?” she said. “I’ve already seen it—in all of its glory.”

He smirked. “My issue is that you’re fully clothed.”

Smiling, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and unclasped her bra. She held the cups to her breasts. “It’s kind of cold in here.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He winked at her, and then a small silky polka dot bra landed on his head. She unfastened her jeans, lifted her ass from the couch, and shimmied out of them.

Both in their underwear, they were at a standoff as they sized one another up.

“Count of three: one, two, three.”

Completely naked, he stood and she sat. Given her angle, looking up at his erection, he would have appeared huge. Her gasp confirmed his thought. He pumped his cock a few times. “You still wanna take this in your mouth?”

Her tongue darted out, and she licked her full pink lips. “Absolutely.”

He sat and placed a pillow between his feet, then motioned her into position. She knelt, and his hands gathered her hair at her nape. Timid, she took his weight into her hands.

“Each time it’s heavier than I expect it to be.”

He smiled and collected her stray curls. She pumped his length, and a low growl escaped from her throat. Moist velvet euphoria blanketed him as she molded her lips around his glans. Her moans vibrated along his length, and he ached, harder than he’d ever been in his life. Sweet sighs combined with her gentle exploration had him reeling as he watched her gradually swallow his cock, cradling him with the underside of her tongue. Her small hands massaged the length not taken by her mouth. Twisting and squeezing, she worked him until he gasped for breath.

“Hey, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Intense eyes met his as she doubled her efforts, her gaze never leaving his, hands and mouth steadily working his cock. Come erupted from deep within, low in his belly, and curled outward toward his penis. Like a savage he shot long and deep down her throat. It took a while for him to empty. On a gasp he said, “Michaela.” She licked her lips and slowly, so very slowly, licked him clean.

When she was done, she crawled up to his lap and straddled him. The skin at her back was cold, so he pulled the Afghan from the back of the couch, enveloping the two of them. His forehead touching hers, he kissed her nose.

“You’re so beautiful.” His hand rested on her cheek. “And that was incredible.”

She smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah, baby. Fucking
blow my mind
incredible.”

She giggled, and her hands went into his hair. “I want more.”

“God, so do I. So much more.”

“What do you want?”

Bringing their foreheads together again, he pulled her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. “Michaela, my composure around you is waning. I want to be inside you, to be connected and feel your warmth, no ending, no beginning, just one. To feel you gripping and clenching me tight, feel the contractions as you drain my cock while you fall apart around me. I want all of it.”

“Augie.” Her voice was a whisper. He held his hand out to stop her from saying more.

“I’m not nice to women. I mean, in the past I haven’t treated them very well. You would regret it eventually.”

She shrugged. “Maybe you’ve been with the wrong women.”

He looked away. Was that it? He’d been with the wrong kind of women? The closest thing he’d come to having an actual monogamous relationship was with Gloria. With her he’d proved he could be monogamous, at least for a little while. But then they’d both grown equally antsy and indifferent, just bored, and they’d done a mutual parting of the ways. No harsh words, no tear-filled goodbyes, no desire. Therein lay the problem. After sex, he’d just grow completely bored and ready to move on to the next one in line. The sex club he’d joined in Baton Rouge had helped with that, and nobody expected a commitment. But still sometimes women from the club showed up around town at the bars and clubs he frequented, hoping to hook up with him outside the anonymity offered by the Hoodoo Pot. Clay said his trouble was that he engaged in too much flirtatious conversation with the women beforehand, but how could one have sex with a stranger? Didn’t work for Augie, he needed at least a foundation.

Mia leaned in and nipped his lip. “Hey, you’re overthinking this again.”

“I am not,” he said, sounding surlier than he intended. He used the hand raking her back to pull her in close to his chest. She inhaled deeply and sighed, sagging against him, her chin under his.

“Do you think there’s any chance those men will find us here?” Her voice quivered as a shiver racked her body.

“There’s always a chance, but if anyone tries to touch you, I’ll kill them.”

“I’ve been thinking about Evie a lot and what she must have endured.”

He pulled her back so he could look into her eyes. She in turn searched his face.

“Hey, all of that’s in the past now. Evie is doing well. She’ll forever be safe; no one will ever hurt her again.”

Her hitched brow said she doubted him. “I don’t think he intends to stop looking for her. You said he’s a very bad man.” She rubbed the bruised skin on her neck.

He pulled her wrists to his mouth and kissed the inside of each one. “I don’t know what his game is. I don’t intend to walk away from him unless I’m sure of your and your sister’s safety.”

Large lilac eyes stared into his. He filed their color into his memory—lilac, the color of her eyes when she was sated.

“How can you be certain?”

“Certain?”

“Of our safety.”

His eyes narrowed. He knew exactly how, already had a plan B. Sure, he’d feel the guy out, but he knew what he had to do. Dawning spread across her face and her mouth formed an
O
.

“Augie.” Her voice was a whisper.

Gripping her upper arm, he inhaled sharply. “I wanted to keep you far removed from the details, but I can’t because you’re here with me. Don’t ask any questions. Don’t even let your mind wander down that path. If anything happens, if questions come up later, you must remain unknowing, uninvolved, or else all of this”—he circled his finger in the air—“will have been a fool’s mission.”

Her lips tightened and she lowered her chin. When he lifted it again, he saw the pain in her eyes. “Tell me you understand what I’m saying.”

Her hand went to the fingers he had clasped around her upper arm.

“I understand.”

Her eyes turned to liquid and, wincing, she grasped his fingers. He hadn’t realized he’d been squeezing her so tightly. He released her instantly.

“I’m sorry.”

She rubbed her face across his warm chest, sticky skin to sticky skin. He’d never been this close to a woman before, except when engaged in sex. But never after. He couldn’t deny it felt luxurious, but more than that, he wouldn’t let himself deny how good she felt rubbing against him. He was aroused, but feelings he didn’t know the words for welled up in him and when she pulled away, taking the blanket with her, he felt as if someone had taken away his favorite toy.

*

They dressed. Mia needed to talk to him about killing another man, even one as evil as Nicolas, but he’d made her promise to leave it alone.

“See if there’s anything that could be made into dinner,” he said. “I’m gonna look around.” He held up two fingers. “Two rules: no technology and don’t go outside. There will be consequences this time for breaking the rules. “

She nodded, distracted by the domineering personality he was displaying. Maybe this was his true nature. She rather liked it because she hated surprises and his expectations were clearly defined.

In the basement she found a deep freezer that contained what looked to be homemade ice cream. Tags read: rocky road, chocolate, and cherry vanilla. There were dozens of bags with frozen vegetables. No protein.

In one corner she found fishing rods and a tackle box. She carried them upstairs. The bait was spinners and minnows. Luck had always come to her when she’d used simple minnows on a jig, but the minnows she used were real, not artificial. She shrugged and pulled the rubbery bait from the box, attaching it to the line.

She headed outside to the pier behind the cabin.

She cast the line. The water was slightly choppy, which was actually not a bad thing for walleye fishing. As she waited for a pull in the line, she thought about how Evie hated fishing, said it shouldn’t be considered a sport, but Mia was glad it was because fishing with her father had been some of the few occasions her father had beamed with pride on her behalf. She had a knack for casting and reeling. With a smile on her face, she inhaled deeply and tried to relax. It had been an unrelenting twenty-four hours.

When the line clicked, Mia bore down on the rod and slowly reeled it in. The tension was tight, but she steadily reeled. Eventually gold scales shimmered just under the water near the pier’s edge.

Walleye status confirmed, she reached for the net by her feet and struggled to lift the fish. Fighting, the fish thrashed and jumped, but she fought back and turned the net into his struggles. Damn thing was heavier than anything she’d ever caught before.

She leaned the rod and net against the back door and went into the house. Rounding the corner to the foyer, she found Augie locked in an embrace. Eyes closed, a woman she assumed was Gloria had her arms around Augie’s neck and her hands snaked into his hair. She was petite, and her feet weren’t actually reaching the ground. No, Augie supported all her weight. Mia’s gut clenched. Gloria was bronzed all over, both hair and skin. Her lips were thick and her lashes and brows were dark as coal. She was an exotic beauty and even her curves had curves. Denim hugged the swell of her thighs and ass. Mia imagined that men thought she was pretty spectacular.

They separated.

“Thank you for coming,” Augie said.

“Augustine, you know you don’t have to thank me for that.”

Her chocolate gaze landed on Mia.

“Hi there, I’m Gloria. You must be Michaela.”

“M-Mia.”

Gloria’s palm rested on Augie’s chest. “I hope Augie has been treating you well.”

She was even more beautiful when she spoke directly to you. All Mia could do was nod.

“Good. You let me know if he gets out of hand.”

Grinning, Gloria grabbed Augie’s hand and pulled him into the living room. Mia followed since she was on her way to the kitchen. Squatting to sit on the couch, Gloria said, “So brief me.”

“Just one second.” Augie turned to Mia, his face contorted into a menacing frown. He pointed to the fish and asked, “What is that?”

“Dinner.”

“Where’d you get it?”

“I caught it out back.”

“It’s mighty impressive.”

“I think it’ll be tasty. It’s walleye.” Her voice was soft—she felt uncomfortable speaking with Gloria watching them.

“I have no doubt it will be. My issue is in how you caught it.”

Was he being deliberately obtuse?

“I found a rod and tackle in the basement.” She pointed toward the lake. “Then I caught it in the lake.”

He folded his arms across his chest. “You went outside.”

She nodded. What was he getting at?

“So you broke one of the two rules and jeopardized the mission yet again.”

Her jaw dropped, and she felt her eyes blinking rapidly. Had she broken one of the rules? Her head was foggy on the rules. “Did I?” She swallowed.

“Yeah, you did, a big one. Tell me the rules, Mia.”

“I don’t remember.” Her body felt hot and she had a headache.

He looked to the floor and used his thumb to scratch his eyebrow. She didn’t appreciate being reprimanded in front of a stranger, especially one who looked like Gloria, and the fish in her hand was getting heavy, so she walked to the kitchen.

She plopped the fish into the sink and pulled some newspaper from a recycle bin and spread it across the counter. She pulled a fillet knife from the butcher block.