Storm Warning (Security Specialists International Book 4) (33 page)

Breaking away, they both were breathing hard. Tweeter’s balls were so tight and heavy it wouldn’t take much to make him explode. His cock leaked precum like a sieve. If they didn’t move to the privacy of the bedroom now, he’d pull her over him and let her ride his cock where they sat. He needed her that much.

“We better take this to the bedroom—or Price could walk back to get coffee or check on the prisoner and get an eyeful.”

DJ smiled, a mysterious womanly smile that made him hungrier for her, if that were possible. She rose and held out a hand. “Then come with me to the bedroom. I promise to be gentle.”

*

“Don’t be too gentle, sugar. I don’t break.”

DJ wasn’t too sure about that. Ace and Price could assure her all they wanted, but the bruises on Ace’s face and body had to hurt.

Yet, his penis was harder than she’d ever felt it—and had to pain him even more. So, she’d make love to him and be as gentle as she could while doing so. When they made it home later today, they’d be taking a trip to the hospital in Grangeville for some x-rays on his ribs and jaw. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was hers to protect, even from himself and his warped male machismo.

Holding his hand, she tugged him into the jet’s bedroom. Ace closed the door behind them and locked it one-handed.

He winked. “Just in case, Price gets nosy.” He pulled his hand from hers and dropped the sweat pants to the floor. Even with ugly bruises on his tanned torso, his lean, strong body pleased her. He was alive, here, and—

Mine.

DJ slid off the robe and tossed it on a small chair. Licking her lips, she walked toward her man, showing off her body for his pleasure. His ice blue gaze burned over her, causing her body to ignite in response. His massive erection jutted from his body. He was so hard the veins were starkly delineated on his thick shaft.

Her bruised warrior really needed her—and she wanted his cock inside her where it belonged. She loved this man with every bit of her being. She coveted the closeness their lovemaking would bring and the reaffirmation they were alive.

Anticipation of the pleasure to come had her swallowing hard, but, for some reason, she was also nervous, hesitant. So, she babbled.

“Is Price a voyeur?” DJ pulled the linen coverlet down to the end of the bed, then plumped and replumped the pillows against the headboard. Normally, she could fricking care less about pillow arrangements.

“Not really.”Ace’s high cheek bones were flushed with his arousal, but his tone was terse when he added, “If he saw you naked, even accidentally, I’d have to hurt the man. So it’s better we don’t tempt him with easy access.”

He paused and in a gentler voice, said, “Don’t be nervous, sugar. If you’re not ready, I’m happy simply being close to you, holding you.”

DJ looked at her man, one who’d shown—continued to show—infinite patience with her foibles. His loving, but troubled gaze followed every move she made … reading her. His body was tense and unmoving; he held a tightly reined control over his desire. It was clear through his words and actions if lovemaking was going to happen, she had to initiate it.

And she wanted to make love with him more than anything in the world. So, what the hell was wrong with her?

Aftermath, Dahlia Jane. What did you decide in the Belizean jungle about aftermath?

Ace would help her through it. She’d never have to deal with new or past traumas alone again.

What are you waiting for? Take care of your man, Dahlia Jane, and then let him take care of you … later.

“I want you very, very much.” DJ patted the soft sheets. “Sit down right here, so I can take care of that enormous problem between your legs.”

“Problem?” He moved a hand to his cock. Instead of pumping it as he sometimes did, he squeezed it at the base … hard. He was holding off his climax—for her. “Yeah, and it’s an ongoing one. Especially since my cock seems to get in this condition whenever you’re near.”

“All you ever have to do is find me, and I’ll take care of it and you. Always.” She took his free hand and pulled him toward the bed. “Now, come and let me make love to you.”

With a masculine grace, Ace climbed onto the bed and then reclined against the pillows she’d plumped. He showed no signs of discomfort or pain from his ordeal.

Ace held out his arms. “Come here.”

DJ climbed onto the bed from the bottom. As she crawled toward him, putting a sway into her movement, his heated blue gaze made her feel sexy and loved. She stopped by his thighs and then sat up. Swinging one of her legs over to straddle his thighs, she rested her butt on his legs.

Ace captured her breasts, one in each hand. She leaned over him as he pinched and rubbed her nipples. They were so tightly budded she swore they couldn’t get any tighter, but amazingly, they did. The pleasure/pain sensations mainlined directly from her breasts to her clit.

“That feels so effin’ good.” Her arms braced on either side of his body, she pressed into his touch, getting closer so she could claim his mouth.

No passive partner, Ace sucked her tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss, swallowing her moans even as she swallowed his growls and grunts.

His erection lay between their torsos. The tip reached just under his navel and her stomach undulated over it as she moved into him. His precum streaked her belly, feeling cool on her heated skin. Every so often his cock jerked as if it were impatient to get inside her.

Reluctantly, she broke off the carnal kiss and retreated. They both gasped for breath.

Adding to her breathlessness, Ace still held onto her breasts, fondling and squeezing. He eyed her as if she were essential to his very existence.

DJ sat back on Ace’s legs once again. She grasped his penis with one hand and pumped his shaft. When she gently thumbed his glans, spreading the moisture around the tip, his strong body shuddered.

His eyes half-closed, he groaned low in this throat. “Have mercy on me.”

“What do you need?” She sat up and knee-walked farther up his body until she could guide his cock to her slit. “This?” She rubbed the head in her juices.

“Fuck yeah.” He circled his thumb over the hood of her clit. “How does that feel?”

DJ inhaled sharply as a piercing stab of pleasure had her pussy clenching. “So good.” She shifted her hips forward seeking more of his touch.

“What kind of ride do you want?” She circled her hips over the top of his erection. “Long and slow? Hard and fast? Or blow job followed by a hard, fast ride to finish?”

Stilling her hips, she took his erection firmly in hand and waited.

Ace arched into her hand. “Sugar, if you put your lips or your pussy on my cock—I’ll blow right then and there. I’m too close for anything long and slow.”

“Hard and fast it is.” She seated the tip of his erection into her swollen opening and took him inside her with one quick downward shove of her hips.

They both gasped.

“Fuck that feels good,” growled Ace as he grabbed her hips, holding her to him as if she might escape.

DJ agreed whole-heartedly. Pausing a mere second or so to allow her body to adjust to his breadth, she felt his cock throb in time with the pulse beating at his throat.

“You good?” He stroked his thumbs over the curve of her hips.

“Oh hell yeah.” She shimmied atop him and he swore under his breath. “Once I take you fast and hard, I plan to start all over and do you long and slow.”

DJ arched her back and just luxuriated in the feel of him, hot and pulsing inside her. Yet, the connection was more than physical; it was also a union of souls.

“I’m yours. Do whatever you want to do to me.” He slid his hands up her torso to cup her breasts; his thumbs played with her nipples. “Ride me, Dahlia Jane.”

Beginning slowly, she moved up and down on his steel-hard erection. With each downstroke, she tightened her inner muscles around him and ground her clit over his pubic bone. It felt so damn good. So perfect. So right.

“Faster.” Ace groaned the words as she completed yet another downstroke. “Fuck me. Take what’s yours.”

“Mine.” DJ stared into his stormy blue eyes and increased her speed.

Grabbing a butt cheek in one large hand, Ace curled forward and suckled a nipple while tormenting and teasing its partner with his free hand. When he scraped her aching bud with his teeth, the sensation was like a lightning strike straight to her clit. She threw back her head and mewled. Her core gripped his cock even harder.

“Fuck. Damn. Let’s do that again,” Ace growled against the nipple he pleasured. He teethed the bud once more, then moved back and forth between her breasts, sucking and pinching and nibbling. The sensations crescendoed and now pounded at her core, building a pressure which threatened to destroy her once it was unleashed.

Faster and faster she rode him until she gasped for every breath. The world began to fade away as her reality narrowed to one end-game—to climax.

Ace released her breasts and lay back against the pillows. She whimpered at the loss of his mouth, his touch on her breasts, but moaned when he firmly grasped her ass with his big hot hands and began moving her even faster up and down his cock.

“Look at me,” he growled out. She opened her eyes. His fierce, loving gaze was fixed on her as if she were the sexiest woman in the world. “Come for me, sugar.”

He moved one hand and used his thumb to apply a firm, circular motion on her clit and—

“Ace!” she screamed as she soared. Her control over her body was gone, vanquished in an explosion of white-hot pleasure. All sense of time and space ceased to exist. She floated in a bubble of pure bliss. The only thing holding her to this place and time were Ace’s hands and his cock.

Ace was now the one in control. It was he who steered their pleasure course as he gave her everything that was him—his protection, his love, his body.

Her orgasm was soul-shattering as Ace continued to take her higher. So high, she might never come down to earth. But she wasn’t afraid, because he was with her.

As spasms traveled over her body, Ace grunted and pumped his hips, hard and fast. He ground against her clit, building the pressure within her once more.

When she thought she could handle no more, he pulled her hips down and held her against him as he roared his own completion. At that moment, she became his anchor as he roughly thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips as if he never wanted to let go.

As his hot seed flooded her, she gasped through another orgasm. Her exhausted body bent over his, her hands gripping his shoulders.

When all was silent and calm once again, Ace pulled her more fully onto his chest, urging her head to his shoulder with one, big, shaking hand. At least, she wasn’t the only one affected by the earth-shattering orgasm. He held her to him, his grip both firm and gentle.

Her heart still racing, she relaxed onto his body, his penis still inside her, and kissed the underside of his jaw. Her body moved up and down as his chest expanded and contracted; it felt like floating on a gentle ocean surf.

Then she recalled his bruises. Her weight had to be hurting him. She tried to sit up.

“Stay put.” He pulled her down.

“No, Ace, I’ll hurt you—”

“No, you won’t. You can’t. I want to hold you close. I don’t want to pull out.” He kissed the top of her head. “We’re working on making a baby today. After we pass O’Riley off in Dallas to the DIA agents, I’ll be telling Price to set a course for Vegas. We’re getting married as soon as possible.” He paused. “You on board with that, sugar?”

He sounded almost … anxious.

Was she okay with it? She’d already told him she’d marry him. She wasn’t getting any younger and she loved holding Keely and Ren’s son. She knew having babies would make going out on SSI missions harder, but she also had built-in baby sitters and a man who’d share the load and not hold her back from doing her job once the children came along.

“Yes. To all of it.” She smiled into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as he muttered “thank God” against her hair. Then she stiffened. “Ace! I want my mama there—in Vegas.”

DJ raised her head and found the smiling eyes of her man.

“Ren and the others will bring Nancy to Vegas.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Every girl needs her mom at her wedding. Keely will get my family there. So, no worries. We’ll get a suite at the Bellagio and practice getting the wedding night perfect while they’re all gathering.”

“I love you.” She peppered kisses all over his face. “You get me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he whispered against her lips. “And now I’ve also gotten you.” He bucked his hips against her. His penis was hard once again and pulsed with life inside her. “Now, shall we try long and slow?”

“You got it, darlin’.” DJ began the motion that promised to shoot them to the stars once again.

****

“Tweeter! Answer the damn com!” Price’s impatient voice broke through the pleasant post-orgasm haze in Tweeter’s head. Making love to DJ was hands down the best pain medicine and muscle-relaxant in the universe.

He didn’t want to answer the intercom, because it would involve moving. DJ was asleep, lying bonelessly on top of him. His semi-erect cock, still inside her. After she’d ridden him slow and long, they’d been too tired to move or even clean up. He’d had just enough energy to pull the covers over them, then joined DJ in sleep.

His internal clock indicated they hadn’t been asleep all that long.

DJ needed her rest, dammit. So did he. He had a wedding night to practice for.

“Walsh, stop fucking your woman and answer the damn intercom!”

Tweeter gently pulled DJ off his cock and then moved her to lie next to him. She moaned and snuggled into his side. He turned away from her just enough so he could slap at the intercom mounted on the wall by the head of the bed.

“What the fuck, Price?” he said, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible. “We’re trying to sleep.”

“Ren called. We’re diverting to West Virginia.”

Tweeter sat up. “What happened?”

At his peremptory tone, DJ jerked against him. Awake now, she placed her arm over his waist, her hand on his stomach, and rested her front against his back.