Dom Wars: Round 6 (16 page)

“She’s here buddy, she’s fine. She shot our bad guy in the ear and eye with a flare gun.”

Lucian chuckled a little before whispering, “I love you Tara.”

Chapter Seventeen

Had we won the million? That was the question of the week. The literal week we spent recuperating in the outstanding Hono-fucking-lulu. The ceremony that would announce the winners of Round Six was to be held a week later. Which…was today, I think.

And really, how ridiculous a thing to wait given we were the only survivors of the fucking game, I thought. But ah, I was then informed, no, we were
not
the only survivors of the game. Of course I was grateful for that. Turned out the only people who died was the German woman, that poor Japanese slave—fucking master of hers probably sacrificed her—the pilot, the male Australian, and Duff. The rest were captured and made to wish they had died, no doubt. And those nasty details were thankfully lost to us in translation, which was so very fine by me. I had enough nightmares to sustain me for quite a few lifetimes.

I shifted in my seat next to Tara, to ease the stiffness of my back a little. The detective kept talking, but I’d tuned him out long ago. I mean for fucks-sake, we’d been out of the hospital, what, two days? Recuperated a total of five? I didn’t give a fuck what their theories were about Jase Duff, all that mattered was the bastard was dead and he couldn’t hurt Tara or anyone else.

Tara squeezed my hand and drew my attention back to the conversation.

“…you to stay in the area in case we need more information. Other than that, you’re free to go.” The detective stood and offered his hand. “Call me if you think of anything else.”

“We will. Thank you detective.” Tara practically dragged me out the conference room door.

Thank God. Two hours sitting there was more than too many. Especially when we told the whole thing ten times already to ten different people. And why couldn’t they come to us?

We paused for a second on the low steps in front of the building and looked around for Officer Nagao who was supposed to give us a lift back to the Hotel Honolulu our team was required to stay at ‘for the investigation’.”

A big engine revved with an odd whistling note. “Bane! Over here.” Nagao waved through the driver’s window of a massive old truck that looked like it belonged in a junk yard somewhere.

I helped Tara climb in and sat beside her to look curiously around. The interior, including the seats, was plain primer coated metal, with no upholstery or any sort of concession to comfort. The only modern touch I could see was a CB radio tucked up under the dash.

The truck rocked a little when Nagao put it in gear and pulled into traffic. “Hold on, no seat belts.”

About that time my ass slid halfway out of the seat as Nagao accelerated and Tara clutched at my arm to keep from ending up in the floorboard. We scrambled and regained our spots as the engine revved to a deafening roar, then subsided to a less strident rumble when it reached a suitable cruising speed.

Nagao chuckled. “Sorry, Ol’ Bess isn’t much on the comfort adaptations. She’ll get us there, though.”

We quickly caught on to staying in the seat during turns and enjoyed the chit-chat with Nagao during the twenty-minute ride to the hotel. When he pulled up at the front of the hotel, several surprised passersby paused to stare. We must have made quite a spectacle climbing down.

A uniformed doorman trotted up as my feet hit the ground. “Sir, I’m sorry, you can’t park that vehicle here. I have to insist you move it.”

I glared at the guy biting my tongue while Tara gave him her sweet smile. “Sir, could you tell us where we can check in?”

The guy stiffened to ramrod and looked down his nose at Tara. “Excuse me, madam, but this is hardly the Beds By The Hour. I think you need to find another hotel to suit your needs better.”

The insult hit a trigger and I palmed the dude’s chest and sent him sprawling on his ass.

“Ohhh Lucian,” Tara sighed, feeling bad for the dude who clambered to his feet.

“Remove yourself, and her, from the property before I call security.” He pointed at us from a distance and Nagao laughed aloud.

“Lucian, we’ll find our own way, ignore him, he’s old!”

“If he’s so old,” I yelled, “then maybe he should have some
goddamn
sense!”

“Officer Nagao,” Tara turned, “thanks for the lift. I’ll make sure the folks at Gladiator, Inc. know you went above and beyond.”

The doorman hurried toward the hotel entrance, yanking all indignantly on his jacket.

“Yeah, go tattle-tale, you
baby!
” I hollered. “Old?” I muttered while my blood simmered as I watched the buzzard jerk the hotel door open. He gave me a glare and I jabbed my finger at him. “I will
bury
your fucking ass, you buzzard!”

“Lucian!” Tara hissed. “What are you
doing?
He’s
old!
Oh, look!” She pointed to another doorman heading our way.

“Mr. Bane, Ms. Reese, my
sincerest
apologies!
Raul is new. And fired.” He gave us a warm smile and bowed. “Welcome to the Royal Hawaiian. Gladiator booked the royal suites for you and your team mates.”

Seemed like an hour later that I finally closed the door of our sitting room behind the last person who didn’t belong there. Which was anybody besides Tara. I turned and watched her, still pretending to rearrange flowers in the big porcelain vase on the coffee table, while keeping a coy eye on me from under her lashes. Her chest rose and fell just a little too fast, betraying her excitement.

“Come here Tara.”

She straightened suddenly at my command and I held a hand out toward her.

The way she ran and threw herself against my chest was unexpected. I caught her to me and held on for dear life, pressing my face into the top of her head. I realized it may have been the very first moment we were actually alone. Finally. “There are no words for how grateful I am to be able to do this.” She nodded and sobbed her own gratitude until finally I released her. “What do you want to do first?” I asked, grinning with joy.

“Does a shower count?”

My pulse sped up and hammered in my cock and I suddenly felt like a seventeen year old. “A shower definitely counts.”

In the bathroom, I fiddled with the controls of the luxurious steam shower until I found a setting for plain hot. For the time being, we wanted nothing fancy. We stood in the hot stream and for a long time I just held her and let the liquid heat sluice over us and carry away some of the fear and exhaustion from Round Six. Although I was sure we’d never live down the nightmare. Even now, the trauma cried out in the desperate way Tara clung to me.

I lost track of how long I spent lathering and rinsing her hair, and every inch of her body. Coming so dangerously close to paradise had my blood singing with anticipation, and Tara wanting.

Impatience finally got the better of her and she insisted on returning the favor. When she started to spread the silky lather over my cock, I seized her wrists and made her slow down. She slid her hands along my shaft and back again, almost uncomfortably tight, then when she ran one fingertip around the rim, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

She smiled up at me with an impish glint in her eyes. “You surely didn’t think you were going to get out of this shower without paying up, did you?”

“Paying up?”

She nodded. “All the orgasms you owe me from the last week. Because I’m not about to let you get by with it.”

Her words sent a spear of heat up my spine. “I certainly wouldn’t want to deprive you.” I turned us to rinse the remainders of the suds away and backed her against the marble wall. Anticipation lit her eyes and dared me to do my best. I had every intention of following through on that.

I cupped her jaw and lowered my head to take her mouth, concentrating on the erotic friction of my tongue against hers for a long time. When she began to squirm in impatience, I allowed one fingertip to rest against her nipple, holding the barest of contact while I nuzzled along the column of her neck and licked my way across her collar bones and then down between her perfect breasts.

With her whimpers to spur me on, taking my time was near impossible. I gave in and tasted her nipple while I let one hand slip between her thighs. Her hair had started to regrow during the week on the island and the downy texture seemed to conduct sensations in a unique way. I stroked gently, making her squirm and drawing delicate cries from her.

Everything within me wanted to draw this out and make it last forever, but already I could feel the exhaustion of the previous week eating at my muscles. So I would compromise with a taste now and the full meal after.

I knelt before Tara and lifted her leg, pinning it to the marble wall. Hot longing stole my breath as I stared at what haunted every fiber of my being. I looked up at her, my gaze momentarily distracted by the blue skin where her ribs had been cracked. The need to make it all go away brought my mouth to her folds in a delicate soft kiss. With my middle finger, I stroked her entrance with a soft seduction while moving my mouth in reverence along the burning silky skin. . I fluttered the tip of my tongue on the very edge of her clit and placed my hand between her breasts, holding her to the wall as she trembled from the delicate assault.

“Kiss it, yes,” she whispered. “I love to see your mouth on me there. I love it so much Lucian.”

I opened my eyes and met her gaze as she rocked her hips on my mouth and raked her nails along my scalp. She hissed and bit her lip, working my lips on her, thrusting into the erratic motion of my tongue.

“Put your finger deep inside me.”

Desire spiked in my blood at the command. It triggered a shift in gears. With her, paradise was East and West. It didn’t matter which way I went, both were equally satisfying and yet…equally different. I slid my finger obediently in her and she moaned.

“Yes, so good. Do it deeper. Harder.” She pulled my hair to demonstrate just what she needed.

Again I did as she commanded and she took hold of my head with a gasp, rocking her hips on my mouth. She forced my head back and nearly mounted my mouth, drawing a deep groan of reckless need from me.

“That’s it, suck it,” she demanded, jerking my mouth along her faster. “Suck my pussy baby. God yes!” She let her head fall back and I flipped that inner switch and pulled away. Denying her orgasm.

Winded and nearly dizzy with desire, I lowered her leg slowly, staring up at her in silent challenge. I so fucking liked making her make me. It was like a double orgasm. “Go to the bed,” she ordered. Her tone said she’d make me wish I’d not fucked with her.

Excitement to make her
prove
that, set fire to my bones as I stood and obeyed without looking at her, without speaking to her.

At the bed, I awaited her command with my head lowered in deference. She walked behind me and drew her finger softly between my ass. “Go get a toy.”

“Which would you like?”

“Pick one,” she said.

My heart hammered and I went to the supply of toys forever available in any hotel room paid by Gladiator Inc., and selected the strap on cock then returned with it.

“Hm.” She took it from me. “So small.”

Well I sure didn’t think so. “It’s technique, not size,” I barely managed to keep my voice from cracking like a horny teenager.

“Oh?” She walked around and stood behind me. “Stroke your cock for me.”

I took hold of myself and held the base, sliding my hand along the hard length.

“Pay special attention to that delicious thick head.”

I circled my fingers over it and my breath rushed from my lungs from the heat tingling in my balls.

“Are you fingers wet?”

“Yes.”

“Is that thick head wet?”

“Yes,” I said, straining.

She stroked the small cock along my ass. “Lay on the bed on your stomach. I think I want to re-enact.”

Re-enact? I crawled on the bed and did as she said.

“Take hold of your cock and open your legs wide for me.”

God,
that
re-enactment. My heart banged my chest as I took firm hold of my cock and opened wide. There was never a more vulnerable position I was sure, and her kneeling in that forbidden spot, had me near crazy.

She laid on top of me, nestling the cock between my cheeks. I focused on the feel of her breasts on my back and desire spiked in my blood, making me rock my hips.

“Mmm, you remember this?”

“Yes,” I whispered, pumping my hips more. “I’ll never forget.”

She put her mouth at me ear and undulated her hips, moving that cock until I was dizzy. “I’ll never forget either.” She kissed the shell of my ear softly. “How your hard body felt beneath me. While I pumped that cock in you.”

“Fffffuck,” I gasped.

“You want that?”

“Yes.”

She latched her fingers in my hair and pulled hard. “Yes
what?
”

My breath trembled out. “Yes, master.”

She reached under me and stroked her fingers over the head of my cock and I rose up, grabbing a handful of blanket beneath me.

“I’m wetting my cock now,” she whispered in my ear. “And I’m going to fuck you really good.”

“Do it,” I gritted, lifting my hips.

“Mmm, Fucking you is like riding a bull.” She pushed the tip of the cock in and I bowed up off the bed, choking down a groan. “Settle down baby.” She pushed gradually inside me, stealing my breath. “Take it slow.”

I growled and rolled my hips, drawing her in more, bringing on an explosive orgasm that forced me to stop and breathe.

“I got you baby,” she whispered, moving slowly in and out now.

Emotion rushed through me at the soft words void of any authority, save the one that sealed our souls together.

“I need you.” The words croaked through the fucking flood of love that suddenly overwhelmed me.

Tara carefully moved off and laid next to me, throwing the toy on the floor. “I’m here.” She kissed along the side of my face but my body remained locked in that desperate need too fierce for words. She pushed me onto my side and wrapped her limbs in mine and I clutched her tight to me.