Undercover Elite (Undercover Elite Book 2) (25 page)

Thorn

I hate situations like this where you’re just a sitting duck awaiting the enemy. I pull Windy’s body in close to mine, breathing in her scent and feeling good about the fact I have been able to keep her safe up until now. I can only hope Georgia realizes her obsession has no interest in my woman. The threat that hangs over her has my hackles up in a big way, and I need to feel her tonight, inside and out.

“Come here,” I murmur as I pull her nude body on top of mine, taking in the beautiful curves that belong to me. She sits up, straddling me. I cup her breasts and massage them, watching her eyelids grow heavier with every stroke. Her tits really are magnificent; I can’t get enough of them. Hell, everything about her is perfect for me.

“I love you, girl.” That’s been sitting in my throat for a while now and it feels good to put it out there for her to hear.

“I love you too, so much.” She smiles as she eases down onto my hard cock. She feels like heaven as she wraps herself around me. I’m not usually much for conversation during sex, other than some serious dirty talk and praise for a job well done, but I’m curious. “What’s got you smiling like that, baby?”

“Well, you know I always thought of you as being larger than life. Baby, I had no idea,” she purrs as she rides my sizeable hard-on.
Well, I’ll be damned.
I’m also usually not one for humor during sex, but I laugh out loud at her comment.

“I’m glad I please you, sweetheart. Because every inch of you sure as hell pleases me.” She looks away for a split second, just long enough for me to see that she doesn’t completely believe me. I reach around and grab on to her ass with both hands, squeezing it, getting a little rough as I move her up and down on my cock. “I love your ass. It’s perfect, I can’t get enough of it. And someday soon I’m going to claim it. And you’ll love it, I promise. I’ll make it so good for you.” I move on to give some attention to her firm, perky tits. “And these,” I say as I lift them in my hands, testing their weight and giving each one a kiss. “I don’t even have words for these magnificent tits.”

I push her hair to the side, taking a plump nipple in my mouth and flicking my tongue over it. It immediately responds, peaking to a perfect point in my mouth. I give each breast my attention, sucking and stroking until Windy is on fire in my arms, moaning my name over and over. I feel the heat travel down my spine but I stave it off, I don’t want this to be over yet. My fingers glide down her abdomen, stroking her silky skin as they make their way to her clit. I flip her over onto her back and starting rolling the sensitive nub with a steady rhythm that matches the dance our bodies are doing.

“And this sensitive little button right here,” I rasp as I kiss my way down her stomach. “It turns you into a little firecracker when I lick it,” which I do, “and suck on it,” which I do for quite a while. Her knees are spread wide for me and her nails are digging into my scalp as she desperately presses my face to her core. Her core tightens on my tongue and I press a kiss to her lower lips before rising up to mount her. I feel her orgasm building and I’m going to be right there with her. She meets me thrust for thrust and her movements and sounds become frantic as if she is desperate for me. Her pussy clamps down on me and I pour myself deep inside her as she creams for me.

I rest on my elbows above her, still joined, barely breathing. She opens her eyes and I can’t look away as I let her see how she has cracked me open for good. For the first time in my life, I’m willing to do anything to hold on to the happiness I’ve found. I will cross the line of right and wrong without hesitation to hold on to the bliss I’ve waited years to attain.

We were connected for years by much more than sex or even love; we’re friends, and I’m not losing this for anything or anyone. If that crazy bitch comes after my woman I’ll put a bullet right between her eyes and think nothing of it.

Dr. Brinkley

My lungs expand as I run from the darkness I can feel but am unable to see. Twisting turns through wooded areas lead me deeper into the woods with no way of escape. I stand behind a tree hidden from something out there that’s intent on catching me, trapping me, holding me in its grip. I bend over placing my hands on my knees in an attempt to breathe. I cannot catch my breath. I realize in my dream-induced state that I need to awaken and my head thrashes from side to side, attempting to free my mouth from whatever is preventing me from breathing.

“Shh, wake up, love. I told I’d come and now I’m here -- here to save you from yourself.”

The fear overwhelms me even before my eyes fly open because I know what’s coming—a terror-filled night of torment with Georgia. Her hand is tightly pressed over my mouth and when I struggle to free it, tossing my head from side to side, I realize I’m bound. My head is foggy with sleep as I try to register what is happening to me—but deep inside I know; she’s here to claim me. I belong to her now.

My hands pull against the manacles to no avail; she has already secured me to the bed. My nude body is splayed out and open for her.

“Did you really think you would be able to avoid me by having your home wired? No one’s coming to save you, love, I’ve cut security wires and uninstalled all the listening devices you had your assistant’s boyfriend put in. At last, we’re quite alone, you and me.”

A vicious slap to my face pulls me into the moment and I watch her pull a bottle of pills from her pocket. She shakes them playfully and pours some into her hand. She then lines them up in a single straight line on my abdomen.

“Don’t move,” she is once again taunting me, knowing my spread-eagle, manacled body can’t go anywhere. I strain to lift my head and watch her as she makes her way toward the bathroom. She returns with a glass of water. Her fist grabs a handful of my hair, twisting until I wince in pain. She lifts my head and places a pill in my mouth and washes it down with water.

“One for you, one for me.”

She repeats the process, alternating feeding me pills and taking them herself until I lose count.

“What are they?”

“OxyContin to kill the pain, love.”

“What pain?”

“The pain I’m going to subject you to.”

She slowly strips out of her clothing, swaying her hips, clasping her breasts and giving me a show. My cock is instantly rigid, against my will. Her skin is like porcelain bathed in the moonlight streaming in through the window, yet surrounded by menacing shadows. She leans over my head, deliberately dropping a breast into my open mouth, and I suckle like a man possessed. One thought survives in my drug-addled mind: that I’m finally touching the only woman who stirs sexual desire within me. I am her captive in more ways than one.

“That’s it, such a good boy. Enjoy the pleasure while you can because the pain is coming.”

She straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock, and when she has swallowed me into her warmth the high from the pills hits in earnest. I no longer care that I am allowing her to do something to me that breaks every doctor-patient code in the book. I need what she is subjecting me to; I need her.

“Beg me to fuck you, darling,” she coos in my ear. Once again, against my will, I submit to her depravity.

“Please, fuck me, I need it, I need you,” I moan helplessly. Her hips grind onto me, circling down until I feel like I’m bottoming out. She feels better than anything I have ever experienced and the pills only add to the pleasure.

Her fingernails scratch into my flesh as she tosses her head back and rides me like some feral animal in heat. Sex has never been this good before. She rises and falls on me, milking me until I’m bucking beneath her. I cry out in an orgasm that takes my breath away, but this time it isn’t a dream; it’s real and it’s fucking delicious. Her expression is one of triumph and she stares down at me as her pussy walls clench around me in her own release. She has succeeded in doing what she always intended: prove to me that I am in love with a serial killer.

Thorn

“I think I’ve loved you forever, Windy,” I say softly into the darkness. She strokes my jaw before pressing a kiss on my chest. “Before, it was affection between a man and a child who needed someone to look out for her, but I knew protecting you was the most important thing I’d ever done. You were always special to me, you know that, right?” She hums sleepily in agreement so I continue, “All those years after, I was just getting by, but I wasn’t really living. Not until I got the phone call that changed everything and I saw this picture of you.” I grab my wallet from the nightstand and show her the picture that started it all. ”If it had been anyone else, I never would have taken the job.”

“Oh, is that what I am, a job?” she asks with a smirk.

“Not anymore,” I tease. “You know being with me will continue to expose you to danger, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. It’s odd though because even though I know the work you do is dangerous, I feel safer with you than I’ve ever felt anywhere. I love you, too, Thorn, always have. As a kid you were my hero and you still are.”

I kiss her forehead, looking down at her as I twirl a strand of her hair between my fingers. “I really don’t want you going to work until we catch her.”

She answers me with a question just like she does so often: “Do you think she loves him in her own way?”

“Yeah, I think so. As much as she’s able to love anyone. Her kind of love is fucked up at best and deadly at worst. That’s the precise reason I don’t want you around him. Anyone in the line of fire is going to get it. The bitch is sick, she made him listen to her while she killed Deana. That’s some twisted shit, girl.”

“That’s the whole purpose for me getting into this line of work. I want to understand the sick and twisted, help them cope.”

“And yet in your personal life you want the safety I provide. You’re quite a contradiction, baby.”

“Yeah, well, working around the criminally insane and being with them on an intimate level are two different things that definitely do not mix. There will always be an element of danger in my line of work – and, yes, yours too. But when I come home to you, right or wrong, I can let all that go because I know you’ve got my back; you’ll take care of me. When I’m with you, I feel…free. Maybe I shouldn’t feel that way, but…”

“Hey, hey,” I murmur, interrupting her with a kiss that goes on a little longer than I intended. “Nothing wrong with wanting your man to take care of you, baby. I love that you’re a strong, resilient woman – that’s hot as hell as far as I’m concerned. But just because I open a door for you, that doesn’t mean I don’t think you can do it on your own. But whatever I can do to protect you, I damn sure will. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let anyone get to you. I won’t lose you—I
can’t
lose you. And if it means killing to keep you, then so be it.”

“Now who’s crazy?”

“Me…for you.”