Till Death: Deep Six Security Series Book 1 (11 page)

Her inner muscles hummed, clenched, tried to suck his fingers deeper inside, but he just continued his steady rhythm in that one spot.  Her thigh muscles tightened, her butt muscles, then the first tremor hit her.  The humming spread through her body and Susan felt like she was floating.  Her stomach muscles undulated, a warm sensation flooded her veins, traveled through her body and settled between her legs. 

Moaning loudly, Susan gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut and fought the overwhelming sensations, tried to prolong them.  Her fists closed to grip the covers and as another tremor rocked her, she asked between stuttered breaths, “Logan, what are you doing to me?”  She had to know.  This was incredible, he was incredible.  Her insides were practically an inferno of need, her body wasn’t her own any more.  She was Logan’s to control and he knew exactly which buttons to push to bring her to climax.  Those buttons did not have a thing to do with her piercing either.  He hadn’t touched her there at all.

Stars flashed behind her eyes, and Susan’s body went rigid, as a sledgehammer-like climax slammed into her.  Endorphins flooded through her body, almost drowning her in pleasure.  Curling her neck back, Susan wailed her release, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

Logan withdrew his fingers, and Susan collapsed on the bed, her body quivering.  He kissed her face, her lips, then pulled her into him tight.  “You okay?” he whispered, kissing her again.  Susan nodded, because she couldn’t have spoken if she wanted to right then.  She was too stunned, too overwhelmed.  “Good, because that was a demonstration that you don’t need that piercing to get off.  It’s sexy, but you don’t need it.  What you need is a man who knows what he’s doing, and is willing to take the time to do it.”

Dave Logan was that man, Susan thought.  The first man she’d ever been with who knew what he was doing, evidently.  “Thank you,” she said in a gravelly whisper.

Putting his arm under her back, Dave lifted her as he rolled, until Susan laid on top of him, his hot cock trapped between them.  His dilated eyes met hers, and he growled, “Your turn, sweet cheeks, but you have to go get the condoms.  They’re on the vanity in the bathroom, because you fell asleep on me.”  Logan slapped her on the ass, then kneaded her cheek to rub out the sting with his long, firm fingers.  Magical fingers.  The imprint of every one of the magical fingers on his left hand throbbed on her right cheek, as she scrambled off of the bed. 

Susan wanted to blast him for slapping her, but there was no denying the liquid heat it brought inside her already overheated body.  Pointing a finger at him, she threatened, “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me, or you’ll wake up with no eyebrows.  I saw your razor on the counter in there last night.”

Logan waggled his eyebrows, and shoved his hand under the sheet.  “You better hurry up then, sweet cheeks.  If not, you might miss the show, because I’m tired of waiting.”

He couldn’t be any more tired than she was, Susan thought as she ran into the bathroom.  She scanned the counter, found the box and snatched it up, before sprinting back to the bed.  Susan stopped at the foot of the bed though to stare at Logan. 

It reminds him of the blow jobs he isn’t getting
. 

Susan tossed the box of condoms onto the bed, then grabbing the sheet, she snatched it off of Logan.  His eyes flew open and he leaned up on his elbows to stare at her a question there.  She let her eyes take a leisurely stroll up his strong legs to his painful-looking erection that stretched past his navel.  God had certainly blessed the man, and he’d blessed her too.

Licking her lips, Susan leaned in to skim her palms from his ankles upward, over his lightly furred calves to his muscular thighs, as she crawled onto the bed.  She hadn’t done this much at all, but she thought she could do a decent job of it.  Susan was a quick study.  And creative.  That made up for  inexperience.  She was about to torture him just as much as he’d tortured her.  Before she finished with Dave Logan, he would be screaming her name.  She might only be temporary entertainment to him, one in a long list of playthings past and future, but Susan was going to make damned sure he remembered her name. And when it floated through his dirty mind he would smile. 

Dave raised up and reached for the box of condoms, but she grabbed his wrist, and tsked. 

“Just lay back, big boy.  I have a surprise for you,” she purred, slapping his thigh.  Logan hesitated a moment, his eyes darkened and a shiver passed through his body as he eased back onto the pillow.  Holding his gaze, Susan dug her fingers into his thigh muscles and kneaded.  “I don’t have any popsicles out here, and I’m jonesing,” she said.  Logan’s eyes widened, his muscles tensed under her fingers and his toes curled.  Susan fisted his cock and slowly dragged her fingers up to the head.  “I think this would be a good substitution for now.”  Dave sucked in a sharp breath, then turned his head aside to moan loudly.  The sound trickled over her nerve endings to settle between her legs.

Her head drifted toward her hand, but Dave tapped her shoulder and she looked up.  Her eyes met his and his eyes were almost black they were so dilated. “Straddle me backwards and do that,” he growled, as he scooted toward the headboard and propped pillows behind himself.  “Do it!” he hissed when she just sat there staring at him.

“You’re awfully bossy, you know that?  This is supposed to be my surprise,” Susan said, a little agitated that he was taking over.

“Oh, it will be, now get your ass up here and turn around.”  Susan crawled up higher in the bed and reversed her position, before throwing her leg over his middle.  Getting into position again, she grabbed his cock and stroked him.  Logan palmed her ass cheeks and shoved her butt higher, spreading her, kneading her.  Cool air brushed her wetness and Susan shivered.  His hot breath brushed her folds and quickly heated her back up. Susan whimpered as anticipation rushed through her. 
Oh God, oh God
, she thought, shutting her eyes waiting.

“Focus, baby…you’re jonesing remember?  Don’t mind what I’m doing.” The vibration from his deep, rich voice and laugh tickled her as he leaned in closer between her legs. 

How in the hell was she supposed to focus with him doing that to her?  Susan didn’t know, but she had already started this so she better figure it out.  Susan scooted back a little and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.  A hiss sounded behind her and Logan’s muscles tensed.  She smiled against him, and slid her hand down his shaft to take more of him into her mouth.  His salty, sweet taste exploded over her taste buds, as she worked her mouth over his cock, added her tongue to drag along his length, and she felt the moan that rumbled through his chest on the inside of her knees. 

Susan dragged her mouth up to his head and released him with a pop to work his length with her hand.  “Focus, Logan,” she said biting back a laugh.  He’d gone completely still, not moving or touching her.  Susan sucked him into her mouth again, holding the pressure as she moved down his shaft. 

The first flick of his tongue on her j-bar shocked her, feeling like a gong strike to her inner muscles.  Her hand tightened at the base of his cock.  Susan whimpered, fighting the urge to clench her teeth, as the vibration moved through her body, stopping at her womb to thrump a few beats, before moving up to her stomach for a beat, and finally heading to her chest to give her heart a heavy thud.  Moisture flooded through her body to drench her folds.  Logan tongued the jewelry again, this time in rapid little flicks that made her system go haywire.  Sparks of pleasure bounced off of each nerve in her body, colliding in her brain.  A low guttural moan moved from her chest into her throat then her mouth. 

“Oh, yeah…hum baby…so fucking good,” Logan moaned as he swelled in her mouth. 

His tongue flicked faster, harder against her clit, ratcheting the tension inside her body to an almost painful level.  All Susan could do was hold on and suck him harder, hum her pleasure against his cock, and brace for the blinding orgasm she knew was about to slam into her.  A flick of Logan’s tongue into her opening, one circle there and Susan crumbled, crashed, shattered into a million pieces, before floating off into space.  As tremors shook her, her lips tightened, her mouth worked faster, she took him deeper.  Until that moment, Susan hadn’t realized she’d been pumping his cock in time with his flicks on her clit. 

“Oh, God…
yes
!” Logan roared, as his body went rigid and spurts of hot salty liquid hit the back of her throat.  Susan swallowed several times as violent tremors rocked him and his fingers dug into her thighs deeper.  Pulling back, Susan heaved for breaths, as she rolled onto her back beside him, her body feeling like a bowl of quivering jelly. 

Logan’s hand stroked her thigh, as exhaustion swept through her.  Susan drifted off as soon as her eyes closed, and she didn’t know if it was ten minutes, or an hour later when she was shocked awake by the swipe of a wet tongue across her forehead.  Dragging the back of her hand across the wet trail, she opened her scratchy eyes ready to blast the licker, but met Lola’s warm, chocolate brown eyes.  Her eyes tracked to the door and collided with another pair of laughing golden brown eyes.  Panic shot through her, and she kneed Logan who was snoring beside her.  Noticing Slade’s eyes were locked on her bare breasts, Susan jerked the comforter over herself and shot him a glare. 

Slade called Lola back to his side and grinned.  “Glad to see you’re still alive.  I wasn’t sure if I should call 911, or not.  It sure sounded like y’all were killing each other from the conference room.”  

“Conference room?” Susan croaked, her voice almost gone.

Slade winked, and his grin widened, making a dimple appear in his left cheek.  “We’ve all been in there waiting for you for two hours, and Logan evidently turned on the audio monitor when he keyed you into his suite.  We only caught the tail end, but the show was quite spectacular.”

Dave woke up then and shot straight up in the bed.  With murder in his bloodshot eyes, he pointed to the door and roared, “Get the
fuck
out of my bedroom, Slade, or
you’ll
need 911!  Twisting, Logan shoved his hand under his pillow.  Slade’s eyes widened, he did a quick about face and sprinted out of the bedroom with Lola on his heels. 

Breathing hard, Logan turned back with his pistol in his hand.  “Knock before you come in here next time asshole, or I’ll shoot you,” he yelled behind Slade.  He just sat there staring at the door as if he expected him to come back.  Finally, Logan thumbed on the safety on the gun and shoved it back under his pillow. 

“Get dressed, Susan.  We have work to do.”  He got out of bed, and when she didn’t immediately follow him, he stopped to turn back and growl, “
Now,
Susan!”

It looked like Slade was wrong, Susan thought, throwing off the blanket.  Logan’s problem wasn’t that he needed to be laid.  He was obviously just an angry asshole.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Susan took her time cleaning up, then went on the hunt in Logan’s room to find clothes that would work for her.  The yoga pants and tank she’d left in the bathroom had jailhouse funk on them, so there was no way she was putting them back on.  Her duffle of spare clothes was in the backseat of her car at Wellington College.

She searched his dresser first and found nothing that would fit her, so she went back into the bathroom, then into his huge walk-in closet.  Flipping through the hangers she found only t-shirts, jeans and BDU pants that would swallow her.  At the end of the rod, and her hope of finding anything, Susan found a pair of women’s camo cargo pants that were about her size, but obviously too short. 

The presence of the women’s clothing in Logan’s closet surprised Susan, but she was thankful that the other woman stupid enough to sleep with him had left some clothing behind.  Most likely because the mystery woman was in such a hurry to get away from him and his surly attitude, she didn’t care if she forgot them.  Susan was of the same mind right at the moment, but unfortunately, she was stranded here.  Her car was at Wellington College, and if she went there to get it, according to Logan, she would be arrested. 

Right then that sounded preferable to being trapped here in this compound with a man who didn’t even have enough respect for her to say good morning, thanks for the roll or even kiss my ass before he left the room where he’d fucked her.  Susan felt so cheap, she halfway expected to find a wad of bills on the dresser. 

And the men who worked for him weren’t any better.  She’d liked Slade’s snarky attitude, but it was starting to wear on her nerves.  Him invading their privacy like he had pissed her off.  He had stepped way over the line this morning.  She imagined all of the Deep Six men, even Logan, were sitting in the conference room having a good laugh at her expense.  None of them had an iota of respect or they would’ve cut off the intercom when they realized what they were hearing was her and Logan having sex. 

Instead they’d listened, and if Slade was any indication they’d all had a good laugh.  It was not only fricking embarrassing, it was totally unacceptable.  As soon as Susan could figure out a way to leave this place without having to ask any of them for help, she was doing just that.  Even if she had to flip hamburgers, it would be better than this.  Let Logan worry about his missing baby.  Susan couldn’t give a crap less about him or his mission.  She was worried about Jenna, and that was going to be
her
mission.  To figure out what was going on with her sister.

Angrily, Susan flipped through the shirts again, and almost cheered when she found a black stretchy top that was obviously a woman’s garment too.  Yanking it off of the hanger, she quickly dressed and rolled the pants up to capri length.  She put on her sneakers and walked through the bedroom with her bundle of dirty clothes under her arm. She stopped at the bedroom door and gathered her courage. 

To get to the front door, Susan knew she would have to make the walk of shame right past the conference room.  If she heard one snicker or snide comment, Susan was going into that conference room and would be cleaning someone’s clock.  She was that angry right now.  Opening the bedroom door, Susan  took a step but ran into the solid wall of Logan’s chest.  He pushed her back inside the room and shut the door to lean on it. 

“I came back to get your clothes and put them in the wash with mine.  I figured that’s what was taking you so long,” he said calmly.  His eyes traveled down her body then met hers again.  “I see you found Cee Cee’s clothes.  Good, I thought they’d fit.”

Don’t be nice to me now, Logan, it’s too late
.  “I’m just borrowing them.  Tell your girlfriend I will return them once they’re clean,” Susan said waspishly, taking a step to grab the doorknob.  She waited for him to move, and when he didn’t, she shoved a shoulder into him. “
Move,
Logan!”

“I also wanted to tell you thank you for, um… earlier.”  Susan was surprised to see Logan’s face flush above his beard scruff.  “I’m sorry I ran out of here.  I just needed a
word
with Slade, and I didn’t want him leaving.”

The starch of Susan’s anger left her spine, and her chin dropped to her chest.  It was then she noticed the knuckles on his right hand were swollen.  A small trickle of blood oozed down his middle finger from a cut.  “You
hit
Slade?!?” Susan dropped her clothes to grab his hand and smooth her thumbs over the knuckle.  He needed to put some ice on it before it disappeared into the swelling.

“He needed it,” Logan replied with a dry laugh.  “Bastard knew better than to come in here.  I changed the code on the door, so he won’t be doing that again.  And Dex is removing the audio monitoring on the alarm system as we speak.  I’m sorry that happened.”

Susan’s body stiffened.  “Yeah…I agree it was a mistake.  Let’s just forget it happened.”  

Logan pulled his hand from hers to tip her chin up with his finger.  “I’m not sorry about
that,”
he clarified gruffly
.
  “I’m sorry that Slade came in here like he did, and that the intercom was on.  The guys know they better not say a damned word about it or they’re fired, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know, Logan.  You were right when you said I’m doing nothing but disrupting your team.  You guys are too close to be fighting, and I don’t want to be the cause of it.  I think it would be better for both of us—all of us—if I move on.”  She shrugged.  “I need to find out what’s going on with my sister anyway.”

“I sent Slade to get your car, because I don’t want to see him today.  And Dex has some preliminary information on that project at Wellington.  Whether you want to be or not, you are part of my team now.  Once you’re in there’s only one way out, and that’s toes up,” Logan said and the corner of his mouth kicked up.  “Nobody has left yet, but Slade came close this morning.”

With a heavy sigh, Susan nodded. 

Logan surprised her when he grabbed her wrist to pull her to him for a hug.  Resting his chin on top of her head, his beard stubble pulling her hair, he sighed too.  “I’d like to go for round two right now, but we really do have to work.  The guys have info we need to discuss.”

“I thought we were going shopping?” Susan asked with a laugh.  It seemed to her that plans around Deep Six changed hourly.

“Well since neither of us are fashion gurus, I thought it would be best if we called an expert.  I called Leigh Ann Baker, an image consultant recommended by Allison Rooks.  She works out at the R & R Ranch in Amarillo.”

Susan’s eyes shot up to his.  She knew that name.  It was a name she never wanted to hear again in her life.  “The beauty queen who almost ruined our op at the Diamond Bar Ranch the first time?” That prissy little blonde had caused Susan nothing but trouble, and had almost gotten herself killed.

“One and the same.  She’s booked up, but she recommended someone here in Dallas to help us become Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence.”

Susan groaned, as she rested her forehead on his chest.  “Another beauty queen?” she guessed, her heart melting to her toes.

Laughter rumbled in Logan’s chest.  “Unfortunately, yes.  But those women do seem to know what they’re doing with that stuff.”  He shrugged.  “If we need an explosion, we hire an explosives expert.  We need a makeover and to be able to sell ourselves as socialites…”

Susan looked up into his eyes, and grinned.  “We hire a sniper, because I’d rather be shot than do this?”

Logan laughed again, dropped a kiss onto her forehead, before giving her a squeeze that she felt inside her chest.  He pushed her back and smiled, “C’mon Barracuda, man up.  You’ve been shot at, fought the baddest of the bad guys and survived. You’ll survive this too, I promise.”

Susan lifted a brow.  “That’s the second time in twenty-four hours you’ve compared me to a man.  Maybe I do need a makeover,” she said indignantly.  “Or a bigger caliber pistol.”

“I’m going to have to frisk you before we meet with the consultant tomorrow.  I don’t want to have to bail you out again,” he said as he reached behind him to turn the doorknob.

A delicious shiver skittered through her ending in a twang at her j-bar.  “So who’s stopping you?  Frisk me,” Susan invited holding her hands out to her sides.

His heated eyes devoured her body to her toes, before meeting hers again.  “We have work to do, but I’ll definitely frisk you before I finish what we started earlier.” Logan’s sensual promise sent all the moisture in her body south.  The last thing Susan wanted to do right then was work, she wanted him to pay up. 

Logan smiled, but held up a finger as he pulled the door open.  “Work now…frisking later,” he said with a smile.  Susan smiled too as she bent to pick up the clothes she’d dropped.  Dave Logan was an emotional rollercoaster ride, and she was starting to like the ride.  That scared the hell out of her.  She needed to be careful she didn’t get attached to him.  It could happen, and that would definitely spell disaster for them both.  Dave Logan was a workaholic, and her life was a hot mess right now.  Neither of them was relationship material, and he’d told her in no uncertain terms she was temporary in his life.

After this mission is over I will take great pleasure in firing you
.

Susan knew that plan hadn’t changed, so she needed to be on the lookout for another job, even while she was working this mission with him.  Her priority needed to be finding a job, and helping her sister find her focus again.  To do that, Susan couldn’t afford to lose her own. 

Dave followed her down the hallway to the conference room.  At the door, he grabbed her clothes from her.  “Go on in, I’ll be right back.”

Susan waited a second, straightened her borrowed, too tight clothes, then sucked in a breath and opened the door.  Dex glanced up, but quickly went back to whatever he was doing on his laptop.  Gray was studying a pile of papers like the world’s problems could be solved there.  He didn’t even glance her way.  Neither man spoke to her, so Susan took a seat at the table, several seats away from them. 

After a while, the silence in the room became uncomfortable, heavy like the white elephant nobody would acknowledge.  “Is Logan always that technologically challenged?” Susan asked with a snort. 

Dex grunted, but he didn’t look up.  “He’d still be chipping out meeting notes on a clay tablet if I let him.”  He typed more, his fingers flying over the keyboard.  Without looking up he added, “Smoke signals would be his preferred method of communication, if I wasn’t here.”  His glasses slipped on his nose and he pushed them up to the bridge, but still didn’t look at her. 

Dex had to be the hottest nerd she’d ever met, Susan thought, as she studied him pecking away at his computer.  Superman nerd hot.  And funny as hell sometimes.

“And I might go back to that method, if you ever let something like that happen again.  I’d think you’d realize I wouldn’t want audio monitoring in my quarters,” Dave grumbled as he walked into the room and slapped a notepad on the table.  His pen landed on top and he put his hands on his hips.  “And I thought I told you not to talk about it.”

“She brought it up,” Dex replied gruffly, looking mad, but sulky too.

Unless something gave, this would go on for who knew how long and interfere with their operation.  Didn’t they see that?  The tension was so thick in the room she’d need a chainsaw to cut through it, and Logan’s alpha-caveman tendencies were just making it worse.  He needed these men on his side.  It was obvious the morale was in the toilet at Deep Six.  Susan was embarrassed as she’d ever been in her life, but it was either get things out in the open, or let them fester. 

It looked like Susan was going to have to take a bullet for the team to at least get them talking.  Sitting up straighter, she rested her arms on the table and pinned Logan with a hard look. 

“Well, you have to admit it was partly your fault too, Logan.  You engaged the audio on the system yourself.  I’m sure Dex installed it to protect you and the team, not to spy on us.  Have you not been trained to use it?”   Susan had no doubt that Dex tried to train him to use the alarm system, just like he had the phone system at the office in town.  Logan just wouldn’t slow down long enough to allow it, which wasn’t Dex’s fault at all.  It was Logan’s. 

Dave just needed to admit it, and apologize to his men.

“I haven’t been trained on a damned thing.  We get new gadgets so fast around here, I can’t keep up.  Dex buys every damned new toy he finds in the Nerds-R-Us catalog, and expects me to not only pay for it, but learn to use it.” Dave’s eyes and the heat in his words practically scorched her to the core.  Jerking his chair from under the table, Logan sat and flopped open the file in front of him.  “The best thing you can do right now, Susan, is mind your own damned business.  We have a lot to cover this afternoon.” 

At the rate that Logan was going, the only thing they were going to be covering was him, with dirt, if he didn’t back off.  Out of the corner of her eye, Susan saw Dex’s body tense.  He eased the lid down on his laptop, then angrily scraped back his chair to stand, before shoving the papers in front of him into his courier bag.  After he finished, he picked up the computer to tuck it under his arm.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Dave growled.

“Wherever the fuck my master’s degree from MIT will take me.  I’m sure there’s someone else out there who will appreciate my Nerds-R-Us
gadgets
and experience.” Dex walked toward the door, but stopped by Dave’s chair.  “You’ve got two weeks, buddy.  That’s not much time to find some other sucker to use and abuse, so you better get started.  Slade is on the bubble too, so you might want to start looking for his replacement as well.”