Hot SEALs: Through Her Eyes (6 page)

She must have made a noise, because he chuckled and did it again. Now the round knot felt raw. “Easy there,” she gritted out.

“Was that too much?” he asked, not sounding the least bit regretful.

I can play his game.
“A little.”

“Let me make it better.”

She sucked in swift breath when his lips latched around the knot and sucked. Long moments passed while her thoughts narrowed to just his lips pulling on her clit. She’d never felt anything quite like it, never knew her clit could expand so much. And now, he plucked it with his thumb and forefinger, tugging it like a mini-dick, and she was coming out of her skin. So close, so fucking close…

But he stopped and lowered his head, and before she could catch her breath, he was sucking it hard again, his lips tightening around the base while his tongue stroked and circled the swollen bud.

Every nerve in her body ended there. She was sure. Electric pulses zinged throughout her limbs, making her quake. “I’m coming!” she cried out, her shoulders rolling upward, her body tightening.

He flicked her clit with his tongue, and tugged it with his mouth.

Then she exploded. The sounds she made were so foreign, so unlike her previous sex-sounds, she shocked herself. She mewed and cried, breaths hiccupping, as her belly and thighs quivered. And still he didn’t relent, thrusting fingers into her vagina, hooking them upward to rub her G-spot. Another explosion shook her.

Finally she stilled, and the muscles of her belly felt as though she’d done a hundred sit-ups. Her thighs splayed wide. Her breasts shivered with each jagged gulp of air.

Wolf rose over her, his cock sliding into her, coming deep, and he ground his groin against her raw clit. She hissed air, and he quickly tugged the pillows from under her hips. Now, he no longer ground against her exposed nubbin, but her hot, slick walls convulsed again, and he clamped a hand beneath her ass to hold her against him as he rutted.

Piper was limp, but aroused. Too enervated by pleasure to protest. And would she have stopped him? Would she have asked for mercy? His intensity was an aphrodisiac, and she was helpless to resist. Whatever his request might have been at that moment, she would have agreed, so long as the act didn’t require her participation. All she wanted was to feel, and listen to
his
sex-sounds—guttural groans, worshipful murmurs. Even now, he whispered in a raspy voice as he sharpened his thrusts and drove relentlessly inside her.

“Never felt so fucking good. So hot. Gonna fuck you until my cock’s a nub and your cunt’s—
Jesus
, your cunt’s so fucking wet.” His words kept coming, a stream of praise and urgent pleas. “Come for me. Do it, baby. One more time.
Do it
.”

Her body was limp, and she couldn’t. “I’m done. So fucking done,” she said, but her statement wasn’t true.

His finger stole between her ass cheeks and prodded her hole, and she cried out again, already there. Fuck, she’d never left that blissful plateau, never come down. She’d been riding one long orgasm. “You’re killing me,” she keened.

His breath gusted in a laugh, but he kept right on pumping. And then his finger poked inside, and she screamed. Her orgasm was so intense she couldn’t breathe, and could only ride the wave as he shouted and wetness spilled inside her.

When he’d finished, he brought them to their sides again, refusing to allow her to expel him from her pussy. Inside this enigmatic man’s arms, she was anything but safe, but she knew, she never wanted to leave. Like a love junkie, she had to have more.

PIPER AWOKE SOMETIME later, wondering what had disturbed her. Was it simply the strangeness of sleeping with another person? Having his hard body crowded next to hers, warming her skin? She’d had brief affairs, but had never simply fallen asleep in a man’s bed. Nope. Not being the kind to kiss and cuddle, she’d always found excuses to cut short her date.

A soft hum sounded beside her, and she smiled. Must have been his soft snores. Damn, she was glad to know the man had a flaw.

Settling again, she glanced around. Shadows filled the corners of the room, and only faint starlight filtered in through the space of the half-opened curtains. Wolf had cut the light after she fell asleep on him. She stretched and nearly groaned aloud. Although she considered herself in good shape, she was tight from the workout he’d given her. He’d performed like a man on a mission, and she wondered how much time had passed since he’d been anyone else. Glancing to the side, she spotted his handsome profile, letting her gaze linger on his strong brow and well-shaped nose. She couldn’t wait to find out whether the intensity was him twenty-four/seven, or whether he was capable of tenderness. Not that she’d be disappointed either way—but holy hell, she could use a nice long soak in a hot bath to ease the sore parts of her anatomy.

His breathing was still deep, so she scooted from his side and set her feet on the carpet. First thing, she needed to check her phone for messages. Calvin would go nuts if she didn’t check in soon. She rose, took a step, and nearly tripped on something on the floor—a bag, but with something solid at the top. Hoping she hadn’t broken whatever the item was, she knelt and felt inside the top of the unzipped bag, her hand closing around something shaped mostly like a cylinder.

With a quick glance at the bed to assure herself he still slept, she rose and walked to the window to examine the object in the moonlight. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized she held a spotter’s scope—an expensive piece of equipment. She turned it, held up the eyepiece to stare down the scope at her place, and realized he’d had a very up-close view of her teasing seduction. Even in the dark, she blushed, remembering how wanton she’d acted. A couple of adjustments to sharpen the focus, and she could see very clearly into the house that was still lit up, upstairs and downstairs.

But what was he doing with a scope if he was on vacation? Was the fact he was in this bedroom, which oversaw so much of the house where she stayed, a coincidence?

“You look like you know what you’re doing,” Wolf said from behind her.

Piper lowered the scope and swallowed before glancing back at the bed. He lay sprawled on top of the crisp white cotton sheet, a hand behind his head, his legs spread, looking impossibly sexy, but his face was in shadow. His tone hadn’t given her any clue whether he was angry she’d rifled through his things.

“It’s a fairly pricey piece of equipment,” she said, hefting the item. “Not something I’d expect among a person’s vacation clothes.”

His chest rose, and he held out his hand.

Stepping to the bed, she surrendered the scope. Then he patted the mattress beside him, and she sat.

He fingered her wrist, then flattened his thumb against her pulse. “You knowing what it is, plus the fact it’s not cheap, begs the question—how do you know? You law enforcement? Or a hunter?”

Calvin would have a cow, but she liked Wolf and wanted to trust him. How else could they get closer if they didn’t share? And she guessed he was monitoring her pulse in order to tell whether she lied. Since he was in Charter’s house, he had to be a good guy, so she decided to take a chance. “Wolf, I’m a bounty hunter. Have been for several years.”

“Seriously?” His teeth flashed white in the darkness. “You?”

She gave him a scowl and jammed a hand on her hip. “Why not me?”

Narrowing his gaze, he ringed her forearm with his fingers. “You tellin’ me you know how to fight?”

She thrust out her bottom lip and deepened her scowl. “You’re pissing me off. You want me to prove it?”

He let go and held up his hands, but his chest shook with quiet laughter.

“It’s not that damn funny.”

“No, I’m not laughing because I find the idea of you taking down a perp laughable. I’m thinking your bail jumpers would never see the collar coming.”

“Huh.” Mollified, she curved one side of her mouth.

“So, you’re working?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, then pointed to his scope. “Are you?”

He laid the scope to the side, and then pulled her down, forcing her to straddle him and lay her chest against his.

This close, she could see the set of his jaw, the narrowed eyes. And feel the coiled strength of his muscled body.

“Piper,” he said, his voice low and little gravely, “Until just a few days ago, I was a Navy SEAL, just three weeks out of Afghanistan. I’ve been offered a couple of jobs. This place belongs to one of the potential companies.”

So she’d been right about his being ex-military. “Why the scope?”

Wolf laid a hand on her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair.

She thought he wasn’t going to answer, that he would distract her with a kiss. Which might have ruined their chance to strengthen their connection.

Then he drew a deep breath. “I’m a sniper. And used to staring down a scope. Except this last time, when I came back, I couldn’t shake the tension.”

“PTSD?” she asked softly. She didn’t want to think about the horrors he might have seen that left him this way.

“Guess so. Whatever you want to call it. The only time I could relax, breathe easy, was when I stared down a scope. Handheld or mounted on a rifle. Too many years of training, keeping my breathing even while I waited to pull the trigger…” He shook his head. “Turns out, fucking pretty redheads works well, too.”

She smiled and lowered her head to his chest, listening to his heart beat like a drum. She could only imagine the things he’d done and seen. Being a sniper explained his intensity, that was for sure. “So, my pussy’s the cure.”
Why does that make me tingle?

He laughed. “Baby, you’re better than any meds the VA would give me. Not that I’ve seen or talked with anyone. This is something I want to handle on my own.”

“Me or the tension?” She gave him a wide grin. “’Cause I have to tell you now, you’re the only one I want handling me.”

A breath huffed out before he cupped her chin and tilted her face toward his. His kiss was soft, a rub of lips, but then he bit her bottom lip.

Surprise
. With that one nip, her heartbeat thrummed inside her chest. Beneath her, his cock stirred, hardening against her open sex. Moisture oozed from inside her, and she spread the glaze along his length, slowly rocking forward and back while he filled.

“Sure you’re not too sore?” he asked, his gaze narrowed, searching her face.

“When did I complain?”

“The last time we fucked with you riding reverse cowgirl. Said you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

She pushed against his chest and straightened to sit astride him. “Walking’s overrated.” She rose, getting her feet beneath her, then squatted over his groin. “I may be on top, but you’re doing the work.” Then she gripped his cock and placed him at her entrance, rubbing around and around to wet his cockhead. “Think you’re up to it? Or did I wear you out?”

His knees lifted behind her—she knew because she felt his thighs against her buttocks. When he began to thrust his hips to spear inside her, she regretted the position, because now she couldn’t control the depth or grind against him. And he wasn’t touching her with anything other than his cock, sliding up her vagina and his thighs brushing her buttocks.

Not that she wasn’t getting thoroughly aroused, but she’d never get off like this. “Stop.”

In an instant, he halted and lowered his hips, dragging his thick cock slowly from inside her.

“Wolf?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I need more.”

“You don’t want to call the shots?”

She shook her head. “Thought I did, but…”

“Get off the bed.”

She stood, then stepped down to the floor. “This another of your To Do list items?” she asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. His height and his broad shoulders made her feel so feminine and small. All girlie. For a woman in her profession, that didn’t happen very often.

“It’s on the list. Now, put your hands against the wall.”

Sucking in a quick breath, she placed her hands on her hips. “But you’re not a cop.”

“And you’re not in charge.” He reached out, grabbed an arm, and forced her around to face the wall. “Bend slightly at the waist and brace yourself.”

She did so, guessing what was coming.
Sexy
.

The slap against her ass stole her breath. She leaned closer to the wall, placing her face against the cool textured surface as he spanked her bottom, making it jiggle—the left side, then the right.

“Didn’t think I’d leave your snooping in my things unpunished, did you?” he asked, swatting her again.

Biting her lip to keep quiet, Piper walked her hands lower on the wall so she could tilt up her ass and give him more skin to warm. She loved this. Loved that he wasn’t the least bit gentle about it either. The smacks stung like hell, but her pussy was hot and juicy. Something he learned the moment his palm landed on the area.

He stayed, rubbing his hand on her there while she hung, braced against the wall, her breasts quivering beneath her torso with each ragged breath.

His wet palm smoothed over her ass. Both his hands gripped her hips.

Anticipation hit, and she took a deep breath, only to have it gust out against when he stroked hard inside her.

He placed a hand in the center of her back and pushed her down a little farther, then adjusted his stance, coming in closer, his hands working her bottom with slight up-and-down motions as he pounded away.

All she could do was take it. In this position, she couldn’t back into him. Couldn’t tilt higher. Almost like before. Every movement was controlled by his strong grip and powerful thrusts.

But she didn’t care, because his cock hit her G-spot just right, rubbing it with the ridge of his glans until her nipples were so tight, her clit so swollen, she wished she could tweak them for relief. As the strokes moved faster and faster, she grew even more appreciative of his athleticism. He handled her like she weighed nothing.

She began the climb, her whimpers escalating as he jack hammered against her so fast she couldn’t prevent her loud shout at the moment she crested.

Wolf’s own shout was barely muffled. His fingers dug into her skin, anchoring them together.

Wincing, she knew she’d be bruised, but again, she didn’t give a damn. The sensation of his cum jetting inside her was too sublime.

At last, he scooted an arm around her stomach, raised her torso, and stepped forward to trap her body against the wall, his cock still lodged inside her, as he kissed her shoulder, her neck, the shell of her ear. “Thank you,” he murmured.

A laugh escaped. “For what?” Hell, she should be thanking him. She’d never had better sex, never enjoyed herself so much.

“For letting me check this off my list.”

A vibrating hum sounded. Regret slammed through her as she turned her head toward the lit screen on the floor. “My phone.”

He came off her and bent to swipe the phone from the floor. After handing it to her, he turned her, and then bracketed her with his arms as she slid the green circle across the screen. “Yeah, Calvin. This better be g—”

“Get the fuck out of there now!” he said, sounding out of breath.

From Wolf’s quickly sharpened features, she could tell he’d heard every word. Her grip tensed. “What’s happening?”

“Alana sped by about a minute ago. Was gonna warn you, but then I saw a dark car fly past, three men, all masked.”

They had three maybe five minutes. “They’re following her?”

“Would be a helluva coincidence if they weren’t. I’m on my way.”

As the connection ended, she cussed. “My gun’s in the house. Fuck!” She pushed at Wolf’s chest until he backed away, then rifled through his duffel for a pair of boxers and a tee.

He dressed quickly, too, pulling on jeans and boots. “You can’t be thinking of going over there.”

She gave him a glare. “Alana might have questionable taste in lovers, but she doesn’t deserve what’s about to go down.”

“Come.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him, into the hallway. “Deke, Jax!” he shouted and pounded on the wall.

Seconds later, two doors burst open. Both men were dressed in boxers.

“Are there weapons in the house?”

Without pause, Jax ducked back into his room. Wide-eyed but calm, Suri had pulled a sheet around herself and stood beside the bed. He lifted the bottom of the platform bed which opened on a hinge. Beneath was a built-in cupboard filled with a supply of weapons.

Piper shook off Wolf’s hold and bent to pick up a Glock.

“Hold it there,” Jax said, his hand outstretched. “It’s loaded.”