Voluptuous Vindication (19 page)

“Sara,” he growled, driving with one hand. “You don't have to do this. I don't expect it of you, but for God's sake, don't start something you won't finish.”

Using both hands, she unbuttoned and unzipped him. He groaned when the air hit his pulsating hardness. “Let's see if you're as talented as you think you are, Ian,” she said flirtatiously as she lowered her face to his lap. “Try not to kill us, hmm?”

Sara wrapped one hand around his wide base. His shaft was extended straight up, the flesh taut with need. Her eyes slid closed in pleasure as she slowly wrapped her lips around his thick head. It was wide enough to give her a mouthful.
Sinfully delicious.

Ian groaned, his body shuddering as his hand clenched the steering wheel. The SUV swerved  as the helicopter spotlight came on above them. Sara couldn't have cared less. Suckling him turned her on in a major way, her mouth greedy for the taste. Bringing him to release would almost be as pleasurable as orgasming herself.

Her mouth dropped lower, taking in half of his thick, smooth cock. “Angel, I love seeing you like this,” he ground out, his hard thighs locked tightly beneath her. “Seeing that beautiful head bent over me like that, while experiencing the incredible heat of that mouth of yours. Suckle me, baby. Take what you want from it.”

Sara groaned, her own passage throbbing for the shaft buried so deliciously in her mouth. Releasing him, she used her tongue to gently delve into the slit at the crown.

Ian's hips bucked, the SUV swerving again. A voice rang out from the loud speakers, but neither one of them cared. Caught in a lust so carnal, nothing short of major catastrophe could have stopped them.

“When I get you alone, I'm going to lick every bit of creme from your slit,” Ian growled, wrapping his free hand in her hair. “And then I'm going to slide my cock straight up that hot pussy.”

A few drops of fluid salted her tongue. Sara moaned at the taste, craving more. Her cheeks were hollowed out, his length in as far as it could go. Ian hit a bump, forcing her to take him even deeper.

“I'm there, angel,” he bit out, a split second before the first jet of his release hit the back of her throat. Sara swallowed hard as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. Her hand squeezed the base of his shaft, milking him to the very last drop.

When she was certain he was drained, she slowly pulled off of him. His eyes were nearly feral. Although he'd just spent, it was nothing more than an appetizer to a man with his voracious appetites. “I want you so damned bad, I can barely stand it. Consider yourself warned, Sara. When we hit that doorway, I'm coming in.”

God, she hoped so.
“The sooner the better, Ian,” she agreed, sinking back into her seat. “How far away did you say it was?”

Ian did a double take, looking at the sky above them. “You've got to be fucking kidding me,” he snarled out. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number.

Following his lead, Sara peered up at the sky, paling at what she saw. A news helicopter had joined their escort, flying low. She swallowed hard. In the illumination from the lights, she saw the cameraman... And groaned in horror.

“Arch,” Ian ground out, his tone furious. He took off his earpiece and turned his speakerphone on. “Why in the hell is there a news helicopter flying over us?”

“What was your first clue, Ian?” Arch shot back, the helicopter loud in the background. Sara gave Ian a puzzled look. She hadn't expected Arch to be flying above them. “Could it have been the multitude of spotlights directed at your SUV? Or could it have been me, loudly yelling over the speakers for you to call me with an update when I saw you swerving? No wait. It must have been when I was screaming desperately that reporters were on their way.”

Ian was speechless, completely silent as he focused on the road as he listened. “With us overhead, and you swerving all over the damn road like an idiot, somebody reported a high-speed chase.” Arch's voice was disgusted. He was thoroughly peeved and had no problems showing it. “I hope you enjoy your five seconds of fame, buddy,
and I do mean five seconds
. Anybody with a working television is going to see you driving like a moron while getting a blow job.”

He added on sarcastically, “Let's look on the bright side, though. They'll be able to fit your oral sex segment in without even having to take a commercial break.”

Sara was frozen in mortification. “Tell me this is a nightmare, one I'm fixing to wake up from.”

Ian glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “Arch,” he growled out in warning. “Leave it be. You're embarrassing, Sara.”

“And being on the ten o'clock news won't?” Arch asked in disbelief. “I told you to guard her, not turn her into a damn nymphomaniac. This is unbelievable,” he continued, having built himself up into a lecture. “You've corrupted an angel, and from what I've seen, you've corrupted her beyond repair. Imagine my shock when I saw her blonde head planted over your lap.”

“That's enough,” Ian cut in, his finger hovering over his phone. “Unless you have something important to tell me, I'm hanging up now. Besides, you're so full of shit, Arch. You've seen plenty in your time, especially out of us, Endurers. I highly doubt you're that shocked.”

“Well, you might be right at that.” Arch sniffed, before chuckling. He was amused, enjoying every moment of the fiasco. “I'll talk to you at the house. I need to make some phone calls.”

“Dammit, Arch, you better not be calling the other Endurers,” Ian growled out, his cheekbones reddening. “It's not their concern, and I won't be their daily laugh.”

“Well, Ian,” Arch replied, his voice choked. “You should have thought about that before you decided to give the public a demonstration of your sexual prowess. Besides, I'm not going to tell them about that. I'm just going to remind them that it's their responsibility to keep up-to-date with what's going on in the world
by making sure to watch the late-night news tonight.”

The phone went silent. “Arch,” Ian roared out, demanding a response. There was none, the angel having hung up. “Damn him, and his rotten sense of humor. Arch has got a major ass-whooping coming his way, and I'm just the man to give it to him.”

He turned to Sara, immediately contrite as he took in her stricken expression. “It will be okay, baby. I wouldn't have traded that experience for anything, and I do mean anything. Besides, how bad can it be? Most of the world is without power anyhow, right?” He relaxed in his seat, looking satisfied with his explanation... And the events of the night.

The helicopters above them rose higher, the spotlights moving away from the SUV as they departed. Sara sat there quietly, as she watched them disappear in the darkness.

Chapter 14

Ian followed the icy paved road up to the front of the building, putting it in park before shutting it off. The helicopter was landing to the right of them, on a concrete landing pad. Sara sat still, her eyes wide and glazed over. Ian wanted to laugh, but he forced the urge away. It was obvious the angel did not see anything amusing about the events of the night.

A month ago, he wouldn't have either, but being with her had changed all that. Maybe it was the angel in her, or maybe it was the woman, but something about her had freed him from the binds that restrained him. Ian felt like a new man... Or at least a redeemed one.

He'd spent centuries bedding women, but never had one held his interest once the deed was done. Sara was funny but serious, uninhibited sexually but conservative. She was the best of both worlds, combined into one body. She'd grown on him, an unwanted burden in the beginning that later became an asset. Had she truly been mortal, he would have reevaluated his desire to remain single, possibly relenting enough to let her live with him.

With Sara, that wasn't a possibility. He sighed at the regret that flooded him. If they only had more time.

“Where are we?” Sara asked, glancing between him and the building. “It looks like some kind of church... An old one.”

Ian nodded, opening the door. “Right on both counts, although it's no longer used as a church. This building has been standing for about two centuries now. The last members left it about twenty years ago, when they decided they wanted something larger. It's still protected, though, and Arch reinforced it today. We should be safe enough here.”

“As long as there are no demons or cameramen, I'm happy.” Sara said, opening her door and stepping out. The cold hit her immediately as she wrapped her arms around herself. “Please tell me there is some form of heating inside.”

Ian grinned, adjusting his clothing and zipping his jeans, before he slammed the door and walked around to her. “Oh no,” he groaned, his expression serious as he teased her. “I forgot to have the power turned on, but don't worry. I'll keep you warm.”

Sara stared up at him, an aghast expression on her face. “Tell me you didn't.”

He chuckled, pulling her to him. The top of her head nearly reached his chin. He enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. “Gotcha.”

She slumped against him briefly in relief. “Thank God. You had me going there for a moment.”

He pulled her hair to one side as he bent down to speak in her ear. “Woman, haven't you learned I would say anything just to have an excuse to keep you close? If you thought I was bad before, just wait. I'm going to be a hundred times worse since that amazing blow job. I'd love nothing more than to keep you naked and in my bed, submitting to my pleasure. I'd go without electricity for a month, so long as it meant I'd have you to keep warm.”

Sara melted against him, her arms working their way around his waist. It spoke of a familiarity between the two of them, a comfortableness that he was quickly adapting to. With Sara, it just felt right.

Arch grimaced as he drew close, shaking his head in disgust. “And here, I thought you two would have worked it out of your systems after what I just saw. What are you? Rabbits?”

Sara groaned, burying her face against his chest. Ian glared at Arch, irritated at the smug expression on his face. Arch grinned widely, enjoying every moment of their discomfort.

The helicopter lifted off, the Endurers returning to their other duties. Arch waved at them before turning back to Ian. “Ready to go in?”

Ian nodded, locking the SUV as they followed Arch to the door. It was warm when they went inside. Sara sighed in relief as Arch explained, “I had Jeremiah to come by earlier. He brought some groceries and turned the heat on.”

Despite the comfortable interior, the historic church still had a stark feel to it. Arch led them down the hallway to an area that someone in the past had turned into a living area. Likely created for a caretaker, it would suit the two of them perfectly. As long as they had food and a bed, Ian was content.

He snickered at Arch's last statement. “I just bet Jeremiah loved that. What's he still doing here, anyhow? I thought you were sending him to Mexico?”

Arch released a long-suffering sigh. Ian grinned at the sound. It sounded like plans had changed, and Jeremiah was raising hell about it. Nobody could complain more than Jeremiah, once he set his mind to it. He was sure Arch was getting an earful. The thought cheered him immensely.

“His departure has been temporarily delayed, but believe me. He's going to Mexico, if I have to drag him myself.”

Ian laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the empty room. “That bad, huh?”

Arch turned to stare at him, his blue eyes blazing with irritation. “You have no idea,” he drawled out meaningfully, before continuing down the hallway.

A few lights had been left on, so they weren't moving in total darkness. Reaching the back of the building, Arch led them down another hallway. Finally, he drew to a stop, opening the door in front of him.

He held out a hand in a grand, sweeping motion. “Here you go. Home sweet home.”

Ian stepped in, nodding his approval. He'd been here before. Set up like a large, one-bedroom apartment, it was complete with a tiny living room and kitchen area. The bathroom was visible from where he was standing, small but more than suitable for their needs. “Thanks, Arch, for getting this together.”

Arch nodded, his expression troubled. “I'm going to stick around for a bit. Once you get settled, I need an update and so do you.” He looked at Sara. “You need to be aware of what's going on, too. After all, you're going to play a huge part in it all.”

Sara was wearing Ian's hooded jacket again.  She unzipped it as Ian stepped up automatically to help her out of it. Underneath, she was wearing one of the outfits he had picked out for her. The shirt was long-sleeved and button-down, the skirt down to her ankles. Her light-blonde hair was in a messy bun, her glasses on. It was hard to believe that the calm, collected woman in front of him had been feasting on his cock such a short time before.

Her expression was all business as she nodded in agreement to Arch's words. “The time is drawing near,” she replied, moving over to a chair. “When it happens, it will be fast, at least for me. I'm sure you already know that, though.”

Arch nodded in agreement, his expression concerned. “You realize that you'll face judgment when you return?”

Sara sighed, her mask slipping for a moment as Ian stared at her. She looked young and vulnerable, even sad, before she quickly covered it up. “Yes, it's the way our world works.”

They were all silent for a moment. Arch sat down in a chair across from Sara, while Ian took the one next to her. “What's this meeting all about?” Ian asked Arch, as he hooked his ankle over his opposite knee. “I know you mentioned it has something to do with the centers they are setting up.”

Arch nodded, clasping his long fingers in front of him as he considered his next words. “We all saw the broadcast that night. Nothing has changed, in fact, there even seems to be a rush to get these centers in place. A group of political leaders will be arriving in Las Vegas in four days. They've called a city-wide meeting to speak with the influential residents. At least, the ones that are left.”

He looked between Ian and Sara, his blue eyes glowing with anger. “The meeting is supposed to be an informational type of meeting, but it's just a front. The real truth is they are coming to lock in their plans and completely sway the mortals, all in one swoop. They don't expect any opposition. They've learned over the years that the mortals will agree to anything, if they make it sound good enough.”

“So where do we come in?” Ian asked.

Arch looked past him, his thoughts deep. “You and I are both considered influential people in Las Vegas, as are the rest of the Endurers. All of us own several properties, and we are rich by mortal standards. We are going to be there, and we are going to do all we can to oppose this. Not only that, we are going to do all we can to make sure the mortals know the truth.”

He stopped and grimaced before continuing, “Nothing will stop these centers from going into place, although we might be able to delay some of them. You can't go against prophecy, and all this will come to pass. What we need to focus on is the people, just like we've always done. Only now, we aren't just protecting them... We're trying to save their very souls from being destroyed.”

“I've got a week left, give or take,” Sara said, looking thoughtful. “If I'm still here, I'd like to come.”

Pain shot through Ian at the reminder, so strong he nearly doubled over. By sheer will alone, he managed to keep his expression calm, but he didn't fool Arch. The other man looked at him, seeing all with just one glance. Ian didn't react, one way or the other. Whatever Arch saw would remain with him, it was just his way. 

“Naturally,” Arch replied, his tone noncommittal. “If you're still here, it wouldn't be safe to leave you without our protection. Have you any ideas yet, about what your assignment will be?”

“None,” Sara stated, raising her eyebrows in emphasis.

“In the past, what have some of your assignments been?” Ian asked, reaching over to grab her hand. He ignored the bemused expression on Arch's face as he clasped her hand, rubbing his thumb over its soft surface.

Sara shrugged, her face tired. The last few weeks were taking their toll on her. Even he was weary, and he was an immortal. He couldn't imagine the toll it was taking on her weaker, mortal form.

“I've mentioned before, but it's usually small-time stuff compared to what you do. One time I delayed a mortal, and he avoided a deadly car crash. Another time, I talked a mortal out of suicide. A hundred years ago, I was a tutor for a child. I told her religious stories, and she later grew up to operate a ministry in another country.”

“You're almost like a guardian angel,” Ian mused, exchanging a look with Arch. “Your assignments seem to be very specific. I wonder why you aren't told in the beginning, so you know what to watch for?”

“It has to be natural,” Sara replied. “That's why we are sent in mortal. Life ebbs and flows based on the decisions we all make. If I knew in advance, it could mess it all up. Life-altering moments don't just happen out of the blue. It's usually a result of several events, each leading up to the moment it happens.”

Arch nodded in agreement, his blue eyes fixed on Sara. “You were a maid in London a hundred and fifty years ago. A man was on his way out to the carriage, determined to dabble in a little sordid debauchery. He saw you, and decided he could indulge himself right in his own home. In a moment of drunkenness and weakness, this man attempted you. You rebuked him, but he was persistent and didn't take no for an answer. Eventually, he was caught by his father, scolded rather heavily, and sent to the bedchambers he shared with his wife. He obeyed, not wanting to be cut out of his future inheritance. That night, one of London's greatest Christian leaders was conceived.”

Sara sighed, squeezing Ian's hand gently. “Yeah, something like that.”

Ian was angry that she'd been treated so poorly. In a grim tone of voice, he asked, “Is it always like that?”

Sara shook her head as Arch said, “No, but it was necessary. If she wouldn't have been mortal, and in need of cash, she wouldn't have accepted that job. Then, she wouldn't have been there in that moment. The man would have left, picked up a whore or two, and there wouldn't have been a conception that night. It would have been a loss that would have affected thousands of lives, and not in a good way.”

Ian looked at Sara in surprise before saying in a chiding tone, “I expected you to be rich after all the mortal assignments you've had. No wonder you were stunned at the penthouse. You're broke. You should have told me. I would have made sure you had everything you needed.”

She smiled at him, her expression kind. “You already did. Besides, you can't take it with you, right? Any wages I earned went to my overhead while I was here. The rest I gave away to the poor. They needed it much more than I did.”

Ian glanced back at Arch. He had an arm slung over the back of the chair, his body relaxed. Ian knew he was anything but. Arch had a knowledge of the world in general that nobody else had.