Covertly Strong (The Strong Series Book 1) (35 page)

“Touch yourself, baby. Slide your fingers towards that beautiful pussy of yours. Fuck, I wish I could taste you. I wish I could make you come with my tongue,” he moans.

“Are you t-touching yourself?” she stutters as her fingers begin to move along her clit. The wetness of her arousal is apparent on her fingertips. The room filled with soft sounds of Sloan giving pleasure to herself.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” She inhales deeply as a shock of pleasure hits her core.

“My hand is stroking my cock, sweetheart, and I’m imagining it’s your soft fingers wrapped around me.”

She groans out of frustrated lust as she continues to rub along her clit, building her orgasm with each smooth circle.

“Slide your fingers inside your pussy,” Nix instructs with a husky tone.

Sloan whimpers and immediately does as she’s told.

“Tell me what you feel like.”

“I’m hot and wet…
So wet
. I’m wet because of you. I want to feel you inside me so badly.” Her eyelids flutter as another wave of pleasure slides up her spine.

“
Fuck
.” He starts to pump his hand faster—up and down, up and down—along his thick shaft. His balls tighten in anticipation. His eyes are closed tight as his mind imagines Sloan’s pretty, pink mouth all over him. Her lips puckered around his crown, sucking gently before moving down his shaft and taking all of him into her mouth. “I’m so hard for you right now. So hard I can barely stand it.”

“Are you touching yourself?” she questions on a whimper.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I can’t stop. And the fact that I know you’re touching yourself, moving your fingers in and out of your perfect pussy while your thumb caresses your clit… I don’t wanna stop.”

Her only response is a groan—a groan filled with lust and want and need and overwhelming ecstasy.

“Tell me about your week, sweetheart,” he demands as he begins to stroke a little harder. The fact that he found the ability to ask her about her week is a total shock, but he just wants to hear her voice, to know that she’s okay.
To prolong the conversation as long as possible.

“Ummm…” Sloan moans into his ear. “It was g-good. Fine. Lots of surgeries. How was yours?” she manages to rasp out. He loves that she’s finding it difficult to make friendly conversation while she continues to touch herself. He can picture her fingers rubbing her clit and her free hand migrating up to her breast, plucking her hardened nipple.

“Okay. Lonely. Boring. Same old shit, different day.” Nix tugs harder on his dick. Each soft whimper and each pleasurable sigh that comes from Sloan’s lips is escalating his urge to come.

“Did you go out with the boys?”

Her question is laced with a sexy hoarseness that brings him one step closer to climax.

“Oh god,” she purrs.

A deep groan escapes his chest. “No. Too busy with training for a night out.” A growl leaves his lips once another small whimper from Sloan fills his ears. “Fuck, you’re killing me, baby. I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she rasps. “
Oh!
”

“Let me hear you. Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours as you come.” He continues to grip his cock, stroking himself with hard, quick movements.

“
Oh god! Yes!
” Her cries echo over the phone.

The sound of her coming—her wordless moans filling his ears—push him over the edge. He spasms once, grabbing the base of his cock in a firm grip.

“
Meli
,” he says in a barely audible whisper. “
Fuck!
” he groans through gritted teeth as his balls tighten with impending release. Every muscle in Nix’s body tenses as his orgasm pulses out of him.

The phone resonates with the sounds of their heavy breathing in sync with one another.

Nix knows this phone call was a risk, but he needed to hear her voice. He needed this time with her. His days have been consumed with thoughts of her and his nights have been filled with dreams of her. He’s woken up every morning with a hard-on that’s practically refused to go away. Ice-cold showers and frequent dates with his right hand have become a common occurrence for him since she left for Mexico. Phone calls like this and the emails they continue to send each other daily are the only things that will help tide him over until she’s back home—safe and in his arms.

He’s thankful he was able to ignore the horrible feeling that filled his gut—the one that’s motivated by memories of the nightmare he had over a month ago—at the beginning of their call.

He can’t stop the sigh that escapes him as he leans his head against the headboard, hating that he can’t open up to her about the nightmare that has haunted him for the past month. He won’t tell her—adamantly refusing to fill her head with those terrible thoughts.

“Is everything okay?” Her voice is filled with concern.

“Come home to me soon, baby,” Nix whispers.

“I will,” she answers in determination.

Sloan will do everything in her power to make it back to San Diego safely. Hopefully, only a few more weeks and she’ll be back in the States. And then, she’ll have some major decisions to make, but there’s one thing she’s certain of: she wants Nix in her life. She’s willing to give up a lot just to make that happen.

“Wait for me?”

“You don’t even have to ask. My waiting for you is a given.
Always
,” he voices with conviction, giving off an infallible assurance.

After the call ends, Sloan lies back on her bed with thoughts of him, with dreams of forever. Their paths managed to cross in an unexpected yet surprising way, in an almost serendipitous fashion. She doesn’t really believe in fate or chance, but for some reason, when it comes to the idea of being together with Nix, she’s able to open her mind to crazy possibilities.

And Sloan’s mind
and
heart are wide open, ready for
always
with Nix.

TO: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: I can’t stop…

…thinking about your sexy little moans in my ear.

Do you even realize how much you turn me on?

A FUCKING LOT.
That’s the answer. My cock is hard from just the thought of you.

Damn, woman.

How am I going to get through a full day of “guys stuff” with this raging hard-on?

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: I hope you…

… stroke your HUGE cock before you start your day… Think of what my lips would do if they were there to help. Am I making this
harder
for you?

I really like the idea of you having a
hard
time.

P.S. Goat Taint.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: I’m…

…really fucking confused.

Goat taint?

Explain yourself.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: My…

…distraction worked.

No one can keep a hard-on when goat taint is involved.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Shaking my head

You’re ridiculous.

I love you.

X

AFTER A LITTLE EMAIL BANTER with her favorite caveman, Sloan spent the majority of her morning providing free immunizations to a large portion of Dr. Mendez’s patients. Women and children of all ages came to see the American physician. This is one part of Felicia Santora’s life that Sloan doesn’t hate. She loves being able to provide much-needed medical care to underserved patient populations across the globe. It’s one aspect of her façade of a life that actually gives her joy.

The morning went by at a lightning-quick pace. Sloan kept busy and didn’t have to deal with a certain devious physician breathing down her neck. Luckily for her, Dr. Mendez was out of the office—busy with “meetings” across town. The CIA agent in her speculates what exactly those
“
meetings” entailed. A man like that doesn’t waste his precious time unless he’s getting some sort of monetary reward in return. She prays that Agent Sims was smart enough to follow the deceitful physician to whatever kept Dr. Mendez too occupied to show face at his office.

Sloan assists a few of the volunteers from Project Smiles in packing up medical equipment. They are getting ready to head to the “small community”
—
otherwise known as the Arturo compound—that Dr. Mendez updated her about yesterday. She busies herself with taking inventory of the immunizations they have left and ensuring that there are enough supplies—vaccinations, syringes, needles, alcohol swabs—to properly serve the women and children they will come across at Hector Arturo’s compound.

She can’t stop the nagging sense that Dr. Mendez’s willingness to let her come along seemed too easy…

Something just feels terribly wrong with this entire scenario.

Despite her overwhelming feeling of unease, she continues to pack up the equipment and carry it out to one of the volunteers’ SUV. As she sets a few boxes in the trunk, her eyes notice a sleek, silver Jag pull into the parking lot. The car stops and the tinted-black window rolls down.

Dr. Mendez.

“How was your morning, Dr. Santora?” he questions, his untrustworthy eyes covered by aviator sunglasses.

Her hand shields the blinding Mexican sun from her eyes as she peers into his vehicle. “Everything went really well,” she tells him. “We had a great turnout.”

“Wonderful.” His answering smile is too big, too fake. “Hop in.” He gestures towards the passenger’s side door. “I’ll drive you to your next stop.”

No fucking way will I risk being alone with him.

Sloan plasters a mild smile on her otherwise skeptical face. “That is very generous of you, Dr. Mendez, but I’ve already made arrangements with a few of the volunteers.”

His fingers snake across his chin, brushing over his freshly shaved jaw. He glances in the direction of the rusted-out, older SUV behind her, and then his focus moves back towards Sloan. The expression in his eyes is still hidden by sunglasses.

“But I think you’d be more comfortable riding with me,” he insinuates. Devious lips crest into a smug grin. Dr. Mendez’s statement, only proving that he is a man motivated by the materialistic things in life.