Warrior's Heart (SEAL of Fortune) (6 page)

CHAPTER TEN

She heard the shower door open and close, but seeing him standing there, already wet from the spray, his cock at rigid attention, nearly makes her weak in the knees. She takes the bar of soap and begins to soap his body, her fingers delighted with every ripple and bulge. She isn’t into the huge body-builder look, and she didn’t even know she was in the muscular look until she met Ryker. He is perfect, she decides, with enough muscle definition to be sexy without the bulging veins and tendons of a power lifter. And my god, does he turn her on!

He allows her to soap him up before he takes the bar and begins to return the favor. Ronnie is tall with rich, lush, curves that are a delight to explore. And explore he does, allowing his hands to roam over her full pouty breasts and delectable ass. 

As his hands glide over her she takes his manhood in one soapy hand and begins to slide it slowly along its length.

“You’d better stop,” Ryker warns softly, giving her breasts a thorough cleaning.

“Or what?”

“Or you may not like what happens.”

“Oh yeah,” Ronnie coos. “What might that be?”

He doesn’t say a word, but quickly drops a hand between her legs and presses a finger into her, softly stroking.

She utters a soft grunting moan as his finger begins to tickle her most sensitive area. But she feels powerful and strong this morning and isn’t willing to surrender just yet. “How about this then?” she asks softly as she begins to swirl her hand in tight circles on the head of his cock.

Ryker grunts and shudders briefly as Ronnie torments him with her hand. He steps back and pulls her soapy hand from his manhood with a gasp, and starts to turn her, but she resists the turn. Not willing to let her completely control him, he grabs her by her shoulder, pulling her strongly to him, and then using his body to prevent her from falling, overpowers her resistance and pushes her firmly into the wall of the shower.

He pulls her to him and simply overpowers her, their bodies sliding easily against each other. Once he has her turned, he pushes her into the shower wall, holding her there with a hand on her shoulder, her soap covered breasts sliding easily against the tile wall. Ronnie attempts to push back, unwilling to allow him to so easily overpower her, but before she can mount a counter attack, she feels him enter her.

He crouches slightly then slides his manhood into her with a groan of pleasure. She instantly stops fighting him and flattens herself even more to the wall.

“Oh God…” she whimpers. She knew they were going to make love in the shower—that was a given—but the brief slippery struggle has set her on edge. She no longer wants to get free… now she just wants Ryker to pound into until her until she comes.

Ryker begins to thrust hard into Ronnie, her firm, toned ass slapping into his hips, the slipperiness of her skin, the brief struggle for dominance, firing his desire.

“Okay, you bastard. You had better make me come. Do you hear me? You had better make me come hard,” she mutters as he drives into her.

“Or what? What are you going to do?” Ryker challenges in return.

She grunts as a searing wave of pleasure washes over her, Ryker’s cock plunging into her again and again. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. Do you understand? I’ll have you begging.”

He begins to hammer into her, her words goading him. “Who was screaming last night, Ronnie? Huh. It was you! It was you Ronnie!” he sneers, deep in his lust.

Ronnie shudders as another powerful wave of pleasure passes through her. Fuck… she
was
screaming last night. Screaming from one of the most powerful orgasms she has ever had, and he wasn’t even done, giving her yet another one after that. The memories of last night and the ecstasy she felt brings her orgasm leaping near. “Make me come like that, Ryker. You had better make me come like that. You had better…”

He reaches around her, taking his finger and pressing it hard in her clit, teasing it into tender hardness as she begins to thrash, banging her body into the wall as her hips thrust into his hand.

The moment he touches her with is finger she can feel her orgasm begin to take her. Once again, the feeling of Ryker controlling her, rolling over her and bending her to his will as they duel in an erotic battle excites her at a very deep level. She can’t stand still and begins to thrust herself forcefully on his finger, each thrust ending a jolt of erotic energy coursing through her system.

Ronnie begins to growl and thrash as her orgasm begins to take her. He eases up on the pressure on her back, giving her room to move without hurting herself while still keeping her pinned to the wall. She seems to like it when he restricts her movement in some way, something he will have to remember and experiment with.

She lunges backwards, driving him as deep into her as possible as he continues to finger her, her legs shaking as she tries to keep her feet. With a gasp her orgasm flows out of her, leaving her weak, but his strong arms surround her, taking some of her weight until she feels her strength return… and she giggles.

He slowly allows Ronnie to take her weight before she turns and begins to kiss him passionately. As they kiss she slides a hand between them and takes him in a firm grip, and begins to stroke, sliding his cock around between their bodies. He was already working up to an orgasm when she fell into hers, so it only takes a moment of her moving against him, thrusting and squirming as she kisses him deeply, her hand busy on his manhood, before he can feel his orgasm threatening.

“Stop…” Ryker gasps, breaking off the kiss. “You’re going to make me come.”

“I know,” Ronnie breathes. Ryker begins to twitch as his pleasure begins to overwhelm him. “Don’t fight it,” she breathes, holding him by the back of the head as she increases the intensity of her movements, sliding her body smoothly against his. “I want you to come. Come for me,” she breathes before covering his lips with hers once more.

He grips her tight, holding her to him as she moves, the feeling of her slick body moving against his erotic in the extreme. He waits as Ronnie works her magic, his release coiling up tighter and tighter, until with a shuddering gasp he begins to come, his hips pumping and thrusting as she holds him tight, swishing him back and forth between their soapy bodies, until he can stand it no more. “Stop!” he shouts, forcing himself away from her and taking her hand with his own.

Ronnie smiles as Ryker stands before her, slightly bent at the waist, panting and gasping as his hand tightly grips her own. “Your move…” she purrs.   

He chuckles and she slowly releases her grip. “You win,” he says in surrender, slowly straightening once more.

Having finally bested Ryker, Ronnie feels her spirit soar. Ryker is a lover unlike any she has ever had, able to take her to places she has never gone before. She is looking forward to the new experiences and new sensations, to exploring her own sexuality with him.

The knowledge that she can go toe-to-toe with him, and sometimes even win their erotic duels, makes her feel powerful and confident. As they move slowly into a long and lingering kiss, she delights in the feelings that he is awakening within her. 

They have to rush through their breakfast because of the extended shower, but he makes it to the motor pool to join the two agents he has been working with without forcing them to wait. Ryker and the CIA work the same routine that has proven to be so successful in the past, Ryker playing the wild and unpredictable American and the spook the more reasonable local.

The problem is that he is in such a good mood that he has a hard time playing the baddie. Ryker silently laughs at himself as he rides along in the back of the SUV on their way to the next contact. Some big, tough, Navy SEAL he is.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next two days are much the same. Ryker and Ronnie have dinner together before spending a few hours walking the grounds while softly talking or watching American television or a movie. Then they retire to Ronnie’s room for evening of soft touches intermingled with passion. The next morning brings a couple of workouts, one for the body and the other for the soul, followed by breakfast, and Ryker leaving with one of the CIA teams to work the city in search of Dr. Baker.

Ronnie continues to spend her days in the infirmary, reading to the Marines injured by the bomb blast during her second kidnapping attempt, weeping quietly when the second mortally wounded Marine finally succumbs to his injuries and dies.

Before these men put their lives on the line for her she didn’t think much of the military and was furious when she found out their research was being funded by DARPA. But she looks at the men and women of the service completely differently now. They are not the cold-blooded war mongers she once thought they were.

These are honorable men and women, willing to fight and die so others don’t have to. Each man in this room is here because they put their life on the line… for her.

Ronnie checks the time. Ryker should be back soon. She has just enough time to finish this chapter before he returns. It wouldn’t be nice to leave the Marines hanging, wondering how Mitch Rapp is going to escape certain death this time. 

***

“Petty Officer Evan, are you clear on this mission?” Mr. Spreck asks at the end of his debrief.

“Yes sir,” Ryker answers as his heart sinks. The word has come down… if he can’t extract Dr. Julian Baker he is to make sure he is of no further use to his captors.

“You’re supposed to be the best, but I have to be able to trust you on this. I know you and Veronica Baker are seeing each other. Can I trust you to carry out your mission and not let your personal feelings get in the way?” Spreck asks as Colonel Hargraves looks on silently.

“You can depend on me, sir.”

Spreck looks at Ryker critically, trying to gauge the truth of the statement. “Can I? Look, I don’t blame you for fucking her. She is a serious honey and I would fuck her myself. But to me she would just be another piece of ass. How about you? Is she just a piece of ass to you?”

Ryker says nothing at first, not rising to the bait. “Sir, my relationship with Dr. Baker will in no way affect my mission.” He knows he didn’t answer the question, but fuck ‘em. Ryker watches as Spreck and Hargraves look at one another.

“You can do what needs to be done?” Hargraves asks.

“I can, sir.”

“What do you think? He’s your man,” Spreck asks Hargraves.

“He’s the best we’ve got. He’ll do what is necessary,” Hargraves says.

Spreck looks at Ryker intently once again. “Be ready to go on ten minutes’ notice. That means keeping your dick out of Veronica Baker.” Spreck stares at Ryker again then rises from his seat and silently exits the room.

Ryker doesn’t relax his parade rest, waiting to see if Hargraves is going to give him a ration of shit too. He was ready to leave and meet Ronnie for dinner when that asshole Spreck dropped this bomb on him. Hargraves continues to sit, watching him, until he rises and steps around the table.

“Evans… I went to bat for you with Spreck, but he’s right. Nothing in this place happens without Spreck and me knowing about it. Nothing. You’re getting in way too deep with Dr. Baker. You haven’t slept in your room in the last four days. This is more than just you getting some pussy.”

“Sir. Dr. Baker and I…” Ryker begins.

“Evans,” Hargraves interrupts. “Save the bullshit for someone that cares. The only thing I care about—the
only thing—
is that you do your job. This mission is to fucking important for you to be distracted. I meant it when I told Spreck that you are the best we’ve got, but if you are not one-hundred percent you need to tell me so I can find someone that is.”

“I can handle it sir.”

“Let me explain a little something to you Petty Officer… if you fuck up this mission because of a woman, your career is over. Do I make myself clear?”

Ryker swallows hard. Hargraves’ calm appraisal of the situation makes what he said all the more disturbing. “Yes sir, Colonel.”

“Then you had better be straight with me son, right here, right now. Can you pull the trigger on Dr. Julian Baker? Because if you can’t, I need to find someone that will. We can send in a shooter from the CIA if necessary.”

Ryker can feel his face flush. The fucking CIA? They operate like a surgeon with a chainsaw. “That won’t be necessary, sir.”

Hargraves steps in front of Ryker. “Don’t fuck with me Evans. I’m tempted to pull you off this mission as it is. The only reason I haven’t is because you’re the best we’ve got and we want Dr. Baker back, not dead. But if I can’t trust you, I will find someone that I can.”

“You can depend on me, sir,” Ryker says again.

“Prove it. Break it off with Veronica. Tonight. Show me that your head is in the game.”

Ryker grits his teeth. “Yes sir.”

Hargraves watches Ryker, finally satisfied he has gotten through to him. “Dismissed.”

Ryker comes to attention, fires off a crisp salute, pivots, and walks out of the room.