Under Fire (Winged Enemy MC Romance) (12 page)

I flailed with my arms as I lunged forward, and I lucked out when my broken right hand made contact with the gun and knocked it loose.

“Fuck!” I screamed. I had forgotten how bad my hand was, but hurting it worse now was better than getting shot. I engaged in a furious battle with the attacker, struggling to find purchase as I scrabbled at their eyes.

A hard shove sent me backwards, and instead of reaching down to try and find their gun, the shadowy figure jumped backwards and ran out the bedroom door.

By the time I got to my feet and followed, the front door of the apartment had banged open against the wall and the figure was a blur in the darkness as it ran out of the light.

I stood in the hallway for a moment before I slammed the door shut.

“Holy shit.” If I hadn’t woken up at precisely the right moment, I would be dead.

I felt numb as the adrenaline left my body. Frozen with indecision, I didn’t know what to do. It was as though I had never trained as an agent.

“Jed.” I needed to call Jed.

I wished I had gotten a look at the attacker. Or at least heard their voice. I wasn’t any better off than I was before. I couldn’t even tell for sure if it had been a man or a woman.

I found my phone. Jed’s number was on speed dial.

It rang three times before he answered.

“Leslie?”

“Jed. The attacker was just here.”

“What! Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just shaken up. They tried to shoot me, but I heard them in time. Can you come here?”

“I’m already on my way over. Don’t move, and don’t let anyone in until I get there, OK?”

“Don’t worry about that. I don’t even think I can move.” I meant it as a joke, but it fell flat, mostly because it was true. I had never come that close to dying, even in the attack on the Devil’s Roost by the Mexican cartel a few weeks back.

I sat in the darkness on my couch, waiting. Thoughts refused to process in my mind. They whirred around like caged birds, wanting to fly, but my mind held on to them and wouldn’t let them go.

I heard bikes out on the street. Lots of them. A minute later Jed knocked on the door.

“Leslie? It’s me, Jed. Let me in now.”

I managed to haul myself to my feet with effort. He entered the room and took me into his arms. I cried out as he brushed against my swollen right hand.

“What’s wrong? Are you hit?” He held me at arm’s length and looked me up and down.

“No, no. That’s not it. I broke my hand earlier tonight, I meant to tell you about it but I kind of forgot.”

“Broke your hand? How?” He shook his head and pulled me close again, careful not to bump into the injured appendage. “Never mind, you can tell me later. I’m glad you’re ok.”

The front door still stood wide open. Without letting me go Jed spoke over my head to whoever was outside.

“Ok, you guys set up a watch. I want three guys at the front door, and everyone else starts the patrolling as we planned. This asshole is obviously out there tonight, and we need to find him. I’ll stay here and the next shift will relieve you guys in the morning. Clear?”

There were a few acknowledgments, and then the door closed.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Jed’s voice was softer, more tender. I looked up into his eyes, the wan streetlights lighting his face with a gentle glow. The hard lines of his cheekbones were smoother, and he looked vulnerable. “I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

He pulled my face up towards his and kissed me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a reassurance. That we were both safe, and we were together.

Jed reached out to lock the door, and then he picked me up and carried me in his arms through the apartment to the bedroom. He placed me gently on the bed. There were a few feathers that had escaped and scattered across the bed when the bullets hit the pillow, but I threw it on the ground and brushed them aside.

I was only in a long shirt, practically naked. I hadn’t even noticed my state of dress until that moment.

Despite the scare and the near death experience, Jed’s presence started to work its magic on me. The leftover adrenaline contributed to the surging hormones I felt within my body.

He deliberately removed his shirt and threw it to the side. His chiseled abs caught shadows even in the pale light, rocky mountains that were so much fun to look at and play with.

His jeans dropped to the floor a second later. The boxer briefs underneath followed.

Finally, he was naked in my bedroom again. That it took this much to get us to this point was a sad and sorry tale, but I couldn’t regret his presence before me. I let the image of his perfection implant itself on my eyes as I tried to burn it there. I wanted to be able to recall the sight of him no matter how far apart we were.

He came onto the bed. Neither of us said a word as he helped me out of the shirt, special care taken to avoid snagging my wounded paw on the fabric. His body stretched out alongside mine, and it felt so right. Our naked skin was pressed against each other, burning for each other as his mouth captured mine.

It didn’t take long before he crawled on top of me, his body’s movements sleek like a panther. I hungrily pulled him against me, wanting him to cover me with his body and make me his.

His skin felt amazing to my questing fingertips as I ran my hands cross his back. After a few moves too aggressive with my broken right hand I growled in frustration and flung it up near my head.

Jed lifted his mouth from mine. “Don’t worry, Leslie. I’m going to take care of you tonight, just lay back and relax.”

Those magic words signaled the start of his masterful seduction of my willing body. His hot mouth mapped a sensual path down the side of my neck and onto my heaving breasts. I gasped as he wasted no time in capturing a nipple between his lips, bathing the tip with his tongue and giving a couple of gentle squeezes between his teeth. The fire between my thighs grew fiercer as his hands skilfully played groped and squeezed my tits.

After a few minutes I grew restless. It felt amazing, but I wanted more, needed more. It had been weeks since I’d felt him between my legs in any fashion, and that had to end as soon as possible.

My left hand played with his hair and then firmly pressed him down, towards the place that I wanted his mouth next. He obliged, the flexible tongue leading the way as he tasted my ribs and stomach before coming to the juncture of my thighs.

“Yes, Jed. I need this so badly.” I tried not to wonder if he had given Kat this exact same treatment at any point over the last couple of nights. It was better not to know.

His breath felt hot and damp against me as he hovered over top of my ready womanhood. He teased me with slight licks to either side, making me squirm and driving my desire through the roof.

“Please, Jed, I need you so badly. Please lick me!”

His hands reached down and cupped my ass. The thumbs came up and spread me wide open, the stretch in my skin giving me some pleasure but only just enough to drive me wild with lust.

“Fuck Jed! Just fucking do it! Please, baby!”

When he still hesitated, breathing my scent in and driving me insane, I took control.

My hand buried itself in his hair and grabbed hold. I thrust my hips up as I pulled his head into me, and finally I felt the sweet sensation of his lips and tongue on me.

“Oh fuck, yes!” As though a switch was flicked, he went from passively waiting to aggressively and enthusiastically eating me out. His tongue stroked long and deep through the folds of my pussy, lapping up the plentiful juices of my arousal. He groaned, deep and primal, as he tasted my flesh.

Jed had a certain way of licking me that was unlike any other man that I had experienced before. He was so powerful, such an alpha male, and yet I could tell that he didn’t feel as though the task were beneath him. Instead, he reveled in the reactions that he produced in my body, as though he were a master musician and I was the instrument that let the world know of his skill.

I was letting the world know of it at that moment. Briefly I remembered that there were members of the motorcycle club standing watch outside the front door, but the next second the thought was knocked away by what Jed was achieving in between my legs and I went right back to screaming my agreement.

His hands coaxed extra feelings out of my nerves as they alternatively clutched my ass or ran up and fondled my breasts. I could have sworn that there were at least four of them with how he made me feel. It could have been the big gap since the last time we had slept together, but it was even better than I remembered it.

I guess it’s true what they say about the sex after almost dying. Because this is fucking intense.

His tongue maintained a steady pressure and pace against my pussy, and it produced results. I clutched at his hair, the bed sheet, my own tits, anything within reach as I tried to contain all of the shocks that jolted through my nervous system. I must have looked like an epileptic mid-seizure, but I was past the point of caring.

“Jed, I’m going to come! Don’t stop doing that!”

Just as the towering tsunami of my orgasm was about to crash over me, Jed ratcheted everything up a notch by slipping a finger deep inside of my spasming pussy. With how tight I was from a lack of sex and the stimulation I had been on the receiving end of, the invading digit felt as though it filled me completely, and when he stroked against my inner wall, I went nuts.

Brilliant lights flashed against the insides of my eye lids as I thrashed on the bed under his ministrations. I screamed loud and hard as weeks of pent up frustration flew out of my body in a gigantic wave. “Oh god yes! Fuck yeah, Jed, oh my god!”

Spasms swept my body, and my thighs clamped hard around the powerful man’s ears as I struggled to control myself. He gamely kept on going until it suddenly became far too much and I had to push his head away to give myself a break.

I collapsed backwards into the bed and the pillows that didn’t have any bullet holes. My muscles jittered as though I had just run a marathon.

My breathing was quick and shallow and heart raced. As much as I wanted to return the favor, I couldn’t possibly do anything of my own accord at that moment.

Jed crawled back up my body and rested his head on my breast. I grabbed a hold of him and pulled him up to my mouth. I could taste myself on him, the scent extra sexy all over his lips.

“Wow,” I said. “That was a hell of a show, mister. You deserve a special reward, I think.”

“Oh really?” he asked. “And what exactly did you have in mind as a reward for me?”

I smiled and pulled at his body. “How about you scootch up here and let me take care of you, too? It’s been far too long since I’ve had the chance to take that monster you’re packing in my mouth, and I think we’re past due.”

He didn’t protest, since he knew full well how much I enjoyed giving head. He got to his knees on the bed and walked up until he straddled my chest. I was glad to see that he was almost fully hard from eating me out, a compliment that couldn’t be forged.

I set my left hand on his ass so that I could guide his hips and control the depth and the speed, and pulled him towards me.

I moaned when his head passed my lips. It was even bigger than I remembered, and it forced me to open my mouth even wider. I luxuriated in the feeling of the head in my mouth, and pressed him yet deeper so that I could test my limits.

His shaft was silky smooth, and I rolled my tongue up and around it, swirling as I pulled him in and out of my welcoming mouth. His groans were gratifying, and I pushed hard and deeper trying to get him to lose himself in the feelings I created for him.

My hands weren’t idle, cupping his sack and pulling gently as I gingerly wrapped the broken hand around his base. For a few minutes he let his head hang back and lost himself in me.

On one stroke I was too enthusiastic, and I made a small sound as pain twinged in my hand. Jed’s head snapped up, concerned, and he realized that I was doing more than I probably should.

“That’s enough, Leslie. I said that I was going to treat you, I don’t want you hurting yourself more, no matter how good it feels.”

When he slipped off my lips I made to argue, but then stopped.
I can always suck him more later. I’m hoping this means that I’m finally going to feel him inside of me now.
No matter how much I enjoyed blowing him, I loved having his thick cock thrust deep inside of me even more.

He made his way back down my body, and kissed me tenderly as he settled into place between my open legs. I reached them up and wrapped myself around him, opening even more for his girthy shaft.

The head pressed against me, tentatively at first, and then more firmly as it tried to push its way inside my tightness. Jed let it move through my folds, gathering moisture and settling in before he pushed through and entered me.

It was heaven.

I hadn’t felt it in weeks, and now that I was finally on the receiving end of his wonderful length again I felt whole, complete, fulfilled. We were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, and I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him sliding in to my depths until we were locked as tightly as possible.