Undercover Elite (Undercover Elite Book 2) (12 page)

Thorn

“Thanks, man. I appreciate the help,” I say as I end the call with Cash. I had some research to get through this afternoon so Cash stepped in to ensure Windy got home from work without incident. I would trust any of my
Undercover Elite
brothers to watch over her, but I know Cash is particularly good at blending in. There’s no way Windy picked up on the fact that she had a tail behind her in traffic the whole way home. He phoned in his report just now and other than the good doctor walking her to her car again –
the fucker
-- there was nothing out of the ordinary to report.

As soon as she walks through the bedroom door, though, I can see something is wrong. I don’t say a word; I just get up from our desk, shut the door and lock it.

I lean back against the door, watching her watch me. For a moment or two, neither of us speaks. She’s downright skittish as she wraps her arms around her middle and shakes her head, frowning. Nothing could have prepared me for when she says, “I have reason to believe my boss is a dangerous man.”

Instantly, my hackles are up and I’m coiled like a spring, ready for anything. “And…you’re basing this on what?”

“Well, a gut feeling before today.”

I walk over to lean against the desk as I stand in front of her. I pull her closer to me as I rub my hands up and down her arms. “I’m a firm believer in gut feelings, Windy. If that’s all you have to go on, I trust your instincts. What happened?”

I’m shocked when she steps closer and wedges herself between my legs before melting into my body. This luscious, curvy woman has my cock throbbing as it presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I am such an asshole; her vulnerability is turning me on and inflaming my caveman tendencies. I force my hands to stay still as I struggle to listen to what she’s saying; but damn, it’s hard not to be distracted by the feel of her body against mine. I can’t resist wrapping my arms around her and pressing my face into the side of her neck. I can feel her trembling but I sense that it’s not from her pleasure at my touch; my Windy is afraid. Immediately a protective, primal heat rises up in me and my arms tighten around her. I’m on alert and ready to kick somebody’s ass—namely her boss.

“I was getting us some coffee in the cafeteria this morning--”

“Whoa,” I say sharply, interrupting her. “What the hell are you doing getting him coffee? Let him get his own damn coffee. Did you completely miss the Women’s Movement?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” she assures me. “Dr. Brinkley has decided to let me do some schoolwork during the day, so I went to the cafeteria to get us some coffee while my laptop was booting up. Anyway, I was walking down to the cafeteria and a patient came up to me and what she said really concerns me. She said Dr. Brinkley likes to take patients down to the basement so Georgia can hurt them. Normally I wouldn’t believe something like that but one day during an interview Georgia said something troubling…”

“What did she say?” I pull her back, gripping her shoulders and forcing her to look at me.

“It’s embarrassing,” she says, looking down sheepishly, her cheeks pink. I shake my head to clear it as I find myself wondering if the tips of her tits are blushing too.

Such. An. Asshole.

“Go on,” I urge her as pull her close and rub slow circles on the small of her back. I know how much she likes that.

“She said I was a rich bitch who smelled like money…and that she wondered what my cunt smelled like.”

“That fucking bitch,” I snarl.

“That’s not the scary part, though. I expect patients to say things to try and knock me off kilter during interviews. It’s all one big head game to them. They use fear and shock tactics to try and gain control. During our follow-up interview the next day, she would hardly look at me, and when she did she was so angry. It was like she was jealous that I was with Dr. Brinkley, even in a professional capacity. She’s developed some sick crush on him and, to make matters worse, he acts like she has some invisible hold on him. How crazy would it be if these two are involved in some sadistic game of hurting other patients?”

I’m more concerned than ever that Windy is spending so much time in that god-forsaken place. I can keep an eye on her going to and from work, but I don’t have access to the hospital itself -- yet. I need to come up with a fix for that, and soon. But in the meantime, a little distraction might be in order.

“Then they deserve each other as far as I’m concerned,” I say as I let my hands wander down her back, over her hips. “When you really think about it, it would be quite a feat if they were managing to get away with something like that in a facility of that size and no one spoke up or reported it. And…you think the doctor has feelings for her?”

“I suspect he does,” she says slowly, my busy hands distracting her as I had hoped, “though I don’t think it’s a typical emotional bond. Those two are connected but I can’t put my finger on how.”

“Connections can be interesting things, between the right people,” I murmur against her neck, dragging my open mouth along the sensitive area just behind her ear.

“But why would a man of his professional standing be emotionally tied to a patient like her? Thorn, I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Who knows why people do what they do? And I’m very serious here. Very. Very. Serious.” I murmur into her hair, pausing to plant kisses along her neck between words as I pull her close to me. “How about this,” I say, tilting her chin up as I lean down to look her in the eyes. “If you continue to have concerns, come to me. We’ll figure it out. In the meantime,” I whisper as I press a kiss to her lips, “you think too much. You should be thinking about me, not him.”

I hold her close, pressing her to me until there is no space between us. I want to feel every inch of her sweet curves against me. I breathe deep, letting her scent settle inside me, filling every dark, empty corner of my soul. I want to be everything to this woman. I want to be the one to keep her safe; the one she comes to when she’s confused or afraid; the man she leans on when she needs to know someone has her back. It pisses me off that the man she works for gets eight hours of her time every day – especially since her boss is starting to sound as unhinged as his patients. If I find out he’s using the time to fuck with her head, he’s going to incur my wrath. I will have no mercy if he does anything to hurt or upset my woman. I lower my head and take her lips once more, determined to clear her mind of everything but me.

Windy

This time when he pulls me toward him, I tug on the bottom of his t-shirt, wordlessly telling him what I want. He pulls it over his head and tosses it to the floor. His chest is a mass of tanned muscle and I run my fingers over his smooth skin, feeling each ridge and ripple. His breath catches when I lightly run a fingernail across a perfect brown nipple, and I look up at him with a soft smile. He’s overwhelmed me in a short time and I don’t want to fight the fierce attraction that has been simmering below the surface between us. The heat that’s burning in his eyes for me makes me squirm and I press my thighs together, already searching for the sweet friction that only he can provide.

His fingers make quick work of the buttons of my white business shirt. I don’t resist when he pulls the fabric down my arms and lets it fall to the floor. My bra is next, revealing my ample breasts and I resist the urge to cross my arms in front of me. He goes completely still as he looks his fill. I feel my nipples harden under his gaze. Then he draws in a harsh breath and whispers softly, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He runs his hands over my shoulders and torso as if my skin is the finest silk. He cups my breasts in his hands, caressing them as if testing their weight, running his thumbs back and forth across each plump peak, his eyes going soft when they respond instantly to his touch. “Gorgeous, baby,” he murmurs before wrapping his lips around a tight, pink nipple. His fevered sucking causes a low moan to escape my lips and I cling to him, running my hands over as much of him as I can reach.

I unbutton his jeans and slide my hand inside, freeing his impressive erection. I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke his length from base to tip, practically purring when he shudders at my touch. A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest as he directs my movements, “More. Stroke it, harder. Just like that. Oh, fuck, yeah...” It’s sexy as hell to see this man so affected by my touch. Suddenly he takes my face in his hands and covers my mouth with his in a brutal kiss that leaves us both gasping for air. He presses his forehead to mine and rasps, “I need you, girl; I fucking need you like I’ve never needed anything or anybody. Will you let me have you?”

I nod wordlessly, hoping he knows I feel the same way. He picks me up with ease and lays me on the bed, pulling me out of my clothes and removing his. His body is perfection, all hard lines and smooth angles, chiseled by the gods to taunt us mere mortals. I’m nowhere near as fit as he is, and I perpetually worry that I’m too curvy. Melissa tells me that I get a lot of looks because of my curves, although I’ve never noticed. But Thorn’s looking at me like I’m beautiful, erasing all my insecurities in a matter of seconds. So I arch my back with renewed confidence, inviting him to come and play. I am rewarded by the sight of him wrapping a massive hand around his gorgeous cock and stroking it over and over, as if he’s trying to tempt me with what he has to offer. His gaze travels the length of my body, making frequent stops along the way as if he’s trying to decide where to start on me.

He takes a step closer to the bed to stand between my legs. He lifts one of my legs at the knee, pushing it up and over to the side to give him an unobstructed view of my most sacred part. “Look at you,” he breathes, shaking his head slowly. With his other hand, he rubs his thumb through my folds, closing his eyes for a slow second when he feels how wet I am for him. “Is this all for me?” he asks hoarsely as he rolls his thumb over my clit. I mewl in response, more of a whimper, really, as my hips roll toward him and I stare hotly into his eyes. My body is consumed by the need to mate with this man. That’s what it feels like as he touches me; like I’m being primed and prepared to be claimed by my mate. Suddenly his hands and mouth are everywhere, then he’s on his knees pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. “Jesus, I have to taste you.”

I cry out as his mouth covers my pussy, his warm breath like flames on my skin as he ravenously laps at my juices, then licks and sucks my swollen clit. When he pushes a thick finger inside me, the effect on me is nothing short of explosive. I come hard, grinding against his face and hand as waves of heat pour over me. I hear unintelligible sounds somewhere in the distance and realize they’re coming from me. Thorn seems to know it too because he cups my ass with his hands and pulls me harder against his mouth, helping me ride out my orgasm to completion.

My experiences with sex up until now have been few and far between, and invariably unsatisfying, with my one previous partner focused only on getting himself to the finish line. Not Thorn, though. As he attacks my swollen cleft with his lips and tongue and even gentle strokes of his teeth, he worships me. His attentions are passionate and heated but not rushed; he makes it clear with every kiss, every caress, every stroke of his tongue that pleasuring my body is enough to set him on fire.

I slowly regain my sense of time and place as I float on a wave of post-orgasmic bliss, searching for Thorn from beneath eyelids that have grown heavy from the relentless pleasure I have received at this man’s hands. He stands by the bed between my legs, an arm hooked under each of my knees, spreading my legs wide. His hot gaze is locked with mine and the head of his cock is positioned at my entrance. He looks like a conquering warrior and I tilt my hips toward him, my body calling to his. Then I feel him pressing into me, stretching me to accommodate his considerable size. I have a moment of panic and try to sit up as I wonder if he’ll fit, but he leans over me and kisses me hungrily, as if I am the most luscious, most decadent dessert to ever touch his lips. My muscles soften as I prepare to accept him into my body.

“Shhhh…” he whispers against my lips, calming me, soothing me, even as his body trembles and a bead of sweat traces a line down his temple to his jaw. He swirls his tongue around my hardened nipples, kissing and suckling at each one in turn. Then he raises his gaze to mine, declaring hoarsely, “Now, baby. This is our time,” as he rears back and pushes into me to the hilt. His gaze is unwavering and he starts to move, claiming me in a relentless, punishing rhythm. My last thought before I give in to this blissful, mindless pleasure is that, for the first time in a very long time, I feel safe. As I freefall into my second, equally intense orgasm, he gives me what no one else can, security—safety here in the eye of the storm.

“You are so fucking beautiful, and you are so fucking mine,” His voice resonates with a possessiveness that makes it clear he’s not just making love to me; he is taking me and making me his own. For so many years, Thorn was my innocent fantasy born from a schoolgirl crush, not flesh and bone. Now, as I look into the eyes of the man I’ve held in my heart for so long, I’m shattered as I see the truth. He is everything I’ve imagined and more.

Thorn’s eyes are fixed on mine as he thrusts in a wild frenzy of slick, heated skin. He moves us up the bed and covers me with his body, coming at me hard from different angles, the broad head of his cock rubbing perfectly against the sweet spot deep inside me. I can feel another orgasm coiling deep in my abdomen, building steadily until it sends me reeling over the edge of an abyss I never want to escape.

My channel squeezes him like a fist and my limbs are entwined with his as he makes me his in the most primal way possible. Thorn works me over with his hands, mouth, tongue and cock as if he’s trying to get inside me any way he can. Through it all, he whispers sweet, dirty nothings in my ear, broken sentences about how good it feels to finally be inside me, how he’s never going to stop fucking me, that I have the sweetest pussy God ever made. Then his body moves through me in one final, powerfully raw thrust before his body stiffens and he comes with a roar, shuddering as his pleasure overtakes him.

He never once takes his eyes from mine as the orgasm sweeps through him. Instead, he wraps a big hand around my jaw to hold me in place, wanting me to see his face during this rare moment of vulnerability. A myriad of emotions move across his features as his cock pulses inside me. As his heat drenches my core, he claims my lips once more, murmuring, “Mine…mine,” against my lips. I wrap my limbs tighter around him and return his kiss, knowing that my schoolgirl crush is long gone, forever a part of my past.