No Mercy (21 page)

She did as he told her, then shivered as he squeezed lotion down the length of her spine. She

caught the scent of oranges. The bottle made a small
thunking
sound as he set it on the nightstand.

The bed dipped with his weight as he straddled her buttocks and started massaging the lotion

into her skin. “You need this.” He worked his hands over her shoulders. “You’re even more tense

than I realized.”

She sighed with pleasure as his powerful hands worked out the kinks in her muscles. “I wonder

why.” She said it lightly, not wanting to take away from the moment.

“No telling.” He massaged the base of her neck, and she was glad he played along with her.

For those moments it was almost easy to forget all that had happened. To feel like they were

the only two in the world and they had come together by the forces of fate and evil.

Which they had. Only it might kill them all.

It had already taken Nate and Tom, and possibly Marta.

“You tensed again.” Dylan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she was glad for it. “Put

everything out of your mind and relax.”

She sighed as she fell into the massage, letting herself live in the moment and forget everything

else. This time she was more focused on his touch, the way his callused hands felt on her skin, the

weight of him as he partially rested on her buttocks, and the way his cock lay hard and erect against

her ass.

The movement of his hands and the magic touch of his fingers lulled her into a state of relaxation.

But as he eased down her body, her arousal grew.

He eased his hands to her ass cheeks as he scooted down. He squeezed more lotion onto her

skin and worked the back of her thigh. His fingers brushed her folds and an involuntary gasp escaped

her. The flood of moisture between her thighs was instantaneous.

She tried to made herself relax again as he continued to her calf, then her ankle, and her foot.

Moved to her opposite foot and began to work his way up from her ankle to her calf. When he reached

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Just as she thought he was going to pass it by again, he slid two fingers into her slick channel.

She made a surprised sound that turned into a moan as he moved his fingers in and out.

“You’re so damned wet.” His words came out in a hoarse murmur. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Again.
He didn’t say the word, but it hung between them as if she could grab it and hold it close

to her chest.

He removed his fingers from within her. “Turn onto your back.”

She rolled over and reached for him.

He shook his head. “I’m not finished yet.”

A moan rose up inside her. “I can’t wait any longer. I
need
you inside me.”

The lotion bottle was only half full as he squirted more onto his palm. “Oh, you can wait.”

She whimpered then sighed as he massaged more lotion into her arms and legs, completely

bypassing her torso. She was so wet for him, her nipples so hard, that she had a difficult time

continuing to relax.

He moved over her again so that he was straddling her hips. She looked into his eyes, blue eyes

that she had never forgotten. Some had called them icy blue, but they’d never been anything close

to icy to her. She thought of them more like the blue of a summer’s day, when the sky was almost

too beautiful to bear.

She reached up and ran her fingers along his jaw. The growth of his beard felt coarse beneath

her fingertips as she traced his rough features. What had life been like for him over the years?

Someday he would tell her. Someday she would have the answers to all her questions.

He gave her no more time to think as he massaged lotion on her breasts. He lightly rolled her

nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He watched her, never taking his eyes from hers. It was

like he wanted to see every play of emotion across her face.

His fingers continued to work their magic as he eased down her body, rubbing lotion on her belly.

When he reached the trimmed hair on her mound, he paused to run his fingers over the short hair.

He tossed aside the empty lotion bottle and it made a hollow sound as it hit the floor. He shifted

and pushed apart her thighs with his palms and lowered his body.

Her belly flipped and anticipation caused her entire body to tingle.

He moved his head so his face was close to her folds and audibly inhaled. “God, I love your

scent.” He swiped his tongue along her folds and watched her as he did it. “Your taste…” He growled

and dove back in.

She whimpered for more and he slid two fingers inside her again as he licked her folds and

sucked her clit. She thought she’d go wild with all of the sensations that were burning her up, making

her wriggle in his grasp without intending to.

His rough stubble abraded the insides of her thighs, an erotic sensation that made her feel even

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He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he growled and his attention to her became even more

intense. Her thighs trembled with the force of her oncoming orgasm. She could feel it rising inside

her, growing stronger and stronger. Her body heated and perspiration broke out on her skin.

His fingers were so big it was almost like a cock was pumping in and out of her core while he

licked her, sucked her, and took her higher.

It was there. So close. She was on the edge, just waiting to tip over.

He growled against her pussy and that was all it took.

She cried out, her eyes going wide as waves of pleasure took over. She barely had the presence

of mind not to scream. She gripped the bed covers in her fists, her body bucking against his face as

she came hard.

Her mind whirled, yet she could think of nothing but the sheer pleasure of the orgasm. He didn’t

slow until she was thrashing, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes.

When he finally stopped, her core continued to clench around his fingers. He withdrew them and

she gave a sigh of relief.

“That was amazing.” She kept trying to catch her breath. “It was so intense I’m not sure I could

survive another one like it.”

He grinned. “That’s just the beginning. There are plenty more where that came from.”

She couldn’t help a smile, but it only lasted a moment. His words made it sound as if this would

continue, as if they had a future together. But that would never happen.

He rose up so that he was over her and he searched her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“I just want you inside me.” She was usually good at hiding her real emotions. She reached for

his cock and guided it to the entrance of her core. She gave him a teasing look. “You’re just taking

too damned long.”

“We’l just have to change that.” He lowered his head and kissed her.

It was a long, sensual kiss, matching the pace of the night. He’d been serious when he’d said

he was taking it slow with her. She’d found every moment of it so special that she knew she’d never

ever experience anything like it again.

When he’d taken her breath completely away with his kiss, he quickly donned the condom and

he started to slide into her wet core. “Damn, you feel so good.” He slid in farther. “Wet and tight.”

She gave a gasp and a cry as he filled her. Her eyes widened as she felt him stretch her and

press hard inside her.

His pace was slow and even, his eyes never leaving hers. His cock rubbed against her G-spot

and she found it hard to breathe. He appeared to have a difficult time breathing too, and beads of

perspiration dotted his forehead and one trickled down the side of his face.

She raised her hips to meet his every thrust. His biceps bulged as he held his weight partially

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her soft flesh didn’t hurt anything, either.

He increased his pace, almost as if he couldn’t help himself. He moved harder and faster and

she watched as his jaw grew tight and his eyes darkened.

“Let go.” She dug her nails into his back. “You’ve shown me how amazing you are. Now break

free and take me hard and fast.”

He kissed her hard this time, a kiss of fire and unrelenting passion. He grunted and raised his

head, and then drove in and out, as hard and fast as she wanted.

Another orgasm spiraled inside her, growing and growing. This one was different, intense in a

different way, and she cried out with every thrust of his cock. Her eyes nearly rolled back from the

exquisite sensations and she had a hard time keeping her gaze focused on him. But somehow he

managed to hold on, not letting her break eye contact.

Where the last orgasm had pushed her over a peak, this one slammed into her like a freight

train. She shook her head from side to side, thrashing as her climax sent her mind tumbling so that

she couldn’t begin to think clearly.

She was barely aware of Dylan throwing his head back and shouting with his orgasm. His cock

throbbed inside her as her core clenched around him, gripping him like a fist.

Several more strokes and then he collapsed on her, still managing to keep from crushing her.

“You are so amazing, Belle.” He was breathing hard. “It is so good to be with you again.”

She smiled as she came back to earth and kissed his forehead as he slid to one side and brought

her close.

“For me, too,” she said softly.

He tucked her in his arms and held her like he was never letting go.

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It was all Salvatore could do to keep from tearing into Christie and the two DHS agents protecting

them. He wanted to break their necks, all three of them.

Maybe he should—although that would mean he’d have to abandon everything, and he enjoyed

his life and his wealth too much. One day, when he’d accumulated mil ions, he would go to Mexico

and live in a fine mansion. For now he had a good life.

As long as a dead man didn’t fuck it up.

He’d had to give up his cell phone due to the DHS’s fucking standard procedures, but what they

didn’t know was that he had a second cell for what he considered to be his “real” business. The one

they had taken had been for personal calls and the “legitimate” business he ran.

They’d had no reason to search him as he had been placed into protective custody with his wife

and wasn’t a suspect.

The agents had taken them to some shithole place in Bisbee. Of course he hadn’t been

blindfolded, so he knew where he was. All he had to do now was get the information to his men.

Somehow he had to learn where the three others were being hidden. He had men all over the

county and the Jimenez Cartel spread throughout the state. He knew the make and model of Dylan

Curtis’s truck and he had memorized the license plate number. He needed to get that information

out to El Verdugo’s men.

A cold sweat broke out on Salvatore’s skin. If the new head of the Jimenez Cartel knew just how

much of the cartel’s empire could be exposed by Nate O'Malley's knowledge, Salvatore’s own life

would be in danger. There was a reason the head of the cartel was known as the Executioner. Even

though they were distant cousins, Rodrigo wouldn’t let that stop him from eliminating Salvatore.

Al Rodrigo knew was that sensitive information in Salvatore’s business could be exposed.

Salvatore was a valued asset to Rodrigo, and the capo of the Jimenez Cartel had been willing to

help.

Christie was deep asleep in the bedroom they’d been assigned, exhaustion and emotions final y

overcoming her. Both agents were in the living room watching TV. Salvatore slipped into the

bathroom, locked the door, and pulled his phone from his pants pocket. The phone was a slim model

that he could make secure calls from.

He pulled up Oscar’s number. The moment the man answered, Salvatore said, “Is she dead?”

A hesitation then, “I am sorry, señor. I have not been able to get to her. Law enforcement has

been guarding her closely.”

Salvatore would have exploded with fury if he didn’t have to be concerned about the agents

overhearing him. “I want you to kil that woman. Marta De La Paz must die. If you have to sacrifice

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“My life?” Oscar’s voice trembled. “But, señor, I have a family who needs me. Who wil pay for

their food and clothing and education if I am dead?”