Relinquish

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Cade

I secure my Glock 9 MM into the vault gun case. Ripley had both in a locker for me to pick up when I flew into the airport. After locking the case, I shrug out of my jacket and fling it onto the dresser while securing the exterior door.

As I stride across the floor to our adjoining door, I grasp my tie and tug at it, flinging it on the chair. It slides off the cushion and slips onto the floor.

For once, I don’t care that I’m leaving shit lying around. The snap of the deadbolt releasing has my cock throbbing in anticipation. I need my hands all over her at once. Ever since we were in the storage closet, I haven’t been able to get her scent out of my head. The choice to wear too-tight pants was a bad decision.

The second the last barrier between us opens, my eyes drink her in, permanently imprinting her likeness into my brain. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. I never want to forget the sight of her in stocking feet with her hair brushing along her shoulders while silhouetted by moonlight. No matter what happens in the future, I’m going to cherish this night. But I’ll drop down to my knees and beg for more.

She licks her lips. “I took off my shoes but left the dress for you.”

I shove the door shut and pull her into my arms. “Thank you. As much as I want to see you out of it, I would hate to miss the opportunity to remove it inch by inch.”

She throws her arms around my neck and stands on her tiptoes to meet my mouth. This has been the longest night of my life–walking behind her while watching the fabric of her dress slide over her flawless ass nearly killed me. I have a new respect for bodyguards who are hired to protect gorgeous women. If they have a fraction of the sexual chemistry we have, they’re destined to end up in bed together.

I inhale to catch a hint of her perfume, sucking it down. The scent invades my brain and coils through my pores. Perfection. I dip my tongue between her lips and hold her flush against my body. It’s not enough. She moans with approval and grinds her sex against my straining erection. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder, she proved me wrong. How in the hell am I going to get this zipper undone? It feels like I’m going to bust the thing open.

I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want her. She’s smart, funny, and has a heart big enough to care about everyone she meets. She makes me feel things I haven’t felt since my injury. Actually, I feel some things I’ve never felt before. I want to spend the rest of my life with her by my side.

She stands back and unfastens the top button of my shirt. “I think you have on too many clothes.”

This is the first time I’ve been with anyone where my injuries will be visible. The first two times we were intimate, I made sure she didn’t see my back or touch where my scars were. I’m putting all my trust in her, opening myself up to her censorship.

“I think you’re right.”

After unhooking the buttons, she jerks my shirt out of my pants and tosses it behind her. Her eyes are partially hooded as she ogles my chest, tracing the muscles. “I love what you’ve done with this body.” She runs her tongue over my nipple and nips at the tip. Fuck.

“Before we go too far, let me help you out of this dress. Spin around so I can get the zipper.” I don’t want tonight to be about control and submission. I want it to be a deep connection between two people who care about each other. There will be time for dominance play later.

She spins around, sweeping her hair out of the way. I slowly draw the zipper down, exposing her smooth skin. My tongue travels along with the opening, licking and tasting her flesh.

After I slip the fabric over her shoulders, the material falls to the floor, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before me in all her perfection. I cup her breasts and run my tongue down the column of her neck. Her breasts are heavy in my hands. As I pinch her puckered nipples, she whimpers, “That feels amazing.”

“Lola, you’re perfect. I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy quivering around my cock.”

She twirls to face me, grabs my belt buckle, and unfastens the leather strap. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

I hold my breath as she tugs on the zipper–her hand brushes against my rigid dick. “I don’t think that’s going to work. These pants were already too tight, but considering I’ve walked around all night with an erection, they may be permanently attached.”

“If we have to get a crowbar to get you out of them, we’ll get them off.” Her eyes fill with determination.

“Let me get it.”

As soon as I remove the barrier between us, her hands brush the fabric away, allowing her to grasp my cock. She smiles. “I knew it. No underwear.”

Fuck.The sensation of her hand working over my shaft is my undoing. I should have jerked off after eating her sweet pussy, because I’m primed and ready to explode. “If you don’t stop that, we won’t make it to the bed.”

***

Lola

“Who needs a bed?” I squat and trace my hands down Cade’s thighs as I remove his pants. As I stand and lick along with his abs, my blood boils inside my veins. They’re worthy of a calendar shoot, but they have nothing on his thighs and enormous cock.

There’s nothing in my past that compares to how I feel about him. His body is any woman’s dream of the perfect man, but that isn’t what makes me feel safe enough to open my heart. There are countless good-looking men in the world. I love him because he makes me feel strong–like I can accomplish anything I set my mind to do. Everyone else has tried to hold me back. Cade may have seen me in the same light, but he’s coming around. I’ll have him right where I want him before he realizes what happened.

He slides his hands over my ass, caressing my skin. “I think you’re right. We won’t make it to the bed.”

Fuck.I inhale sharply as my entire body bursts with desire. “Hurry, I need you inside me. Now.”

He grabs his discarded pants from the carpet, digs a condom out of his wallet, and covers his engorged dick. “Come here.”

As he braces me against the wall, I place my arms behind his neck. The smooth coolness of the sheetrock is a shock in comparison to the molten heat of his skin. “I’ve got to be inside you.”

“Yes, please.’”

He slides his fingers between my lips and strokes into my sex. God, yes. His fingers are deadly weapons. I could selfishly come again without him, but this time, I want him inside me–pounding into my sex. Dragging us both into ecstasy. “Please, Cade. I need you. I need your hard cock to fill me.”

“You do some crazy things to me.” He withdraws his fingers, but before impaling me with his shaft, he flicks and twists my clit.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me come without you again.”

“We can’t have that,” he growls into my ear, hooking my leg around his waist and grabbing his cock.

As he guides his length inside me inch by delicious inch. I moan and relax to stretch around him. He fills me to the hilt. For several seconds, neither of us moves as we stare into each other’s eyes. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and our other adventures, leading up to this one were pretty damned scorching. But this feels different. It feels like two people coming together, relinquishing control. I need him, and he needs me.

“Your pussy feels like it’s sucking me off.” The muscles of his neck bulge with his movements.

“Cade, it feels so good.” He boosts me higher and pistons into my sex. The jewels around my neck bounce against my breast with each thrust. Sweet Jesus, this is hot. I’ve never had sex standing up.

“If you think this is good. How about this.” He adjusts my body against the wall to place his hand between us.

When his thumb brushes my swollen nub, he rocks into my sex. “God, yes.” The combination of the stimulation has my sex tingling and holding on to him for dear life. As he lunges deep inside me, my legs shake.

I tremble with pleasure. Holy fuck. My pussy tightens and shudders as the first ripples of orgasm nears, and my eyes roll back into my head. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” The world spins in all directions. I would give anything to spend every day wrapped in his arms.

“I can feel your insides clenching around my dick. I’m not going to last long. I’ve got to slow down,” he grinds out against my lips and swoops down to capture my mouth with his.

Our tongues dance to the tempo of our lovemaking as each sharp plunge of his dick strikes my depths, filling me with ripples of pleasure. As he withdraws, the crown of his cock hits my G spot, and back inside he goes. I feel like a ragdoll being shaken toward a climax.

A rattling sound breaks through the overwhelming ecstasy. What was that? I dig my nails into his shoulders and moan as the door beside us shakes from our frantic lovemaking. Shit. Who the fuck cares? I couldn’t stop if the police came knocking on the door.

When I wiggle my bottom down to his base, his body jerks, and laughter bubbles out of my mouth. The man prides himself on his ironclad restraint, and I can break it. I relish the power that it brings. As I gyrate against him, changing my tempo back to a more frenetic pace, I groan. The joke is on me. I’m not going to last.

“Wench.”

I shiver at the untamed look in his eyes. All thoughts of control fly out of my head as he increases the intensity of his strokes. “Fu-u-u-uck, ye-s-s-s.” I bite his shoulder to keep from breaking a window as the orgasm tears through me, dragging me deep into bliss until my vision is filled with stars.

“Fuck. Your pussy is so sweet.” His body shakes from shoulder to thigh as he comes deep inside me.

***

Cade

She stretches next to me and places her hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn. Did she fall asleep? Jetlag is catching up with both of us, and tomorrow won’t be any less stressful as we’ll be meeting with Maitland. It’s well past two o’clock, and the rumble of departing vehicles has slowed over the last thirty minutes. I’m sure the party continues below us, but the crowd is thinning.

As I run my fingers lazily down her sheet-covered side, her brilliant blue eyes pop open. “Tell me about the scars.”

I’m not surprised by her question. She had undoubtedly noticed the markings that crisscrossed my upper back and along my thighs. My right side received the most damage during the explosion. I take a deep breath. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile at her, drinking everything in at once. I haven’t said the words, but she must know how I feel about her. “I guess I’ll start at the beginning. When my mother was in the beginning stages of her illness, I used to roam the streets after school, looking for odd jobs.” That was when I went to school, which wasn’t often. That’s a conversation for another time.

“One day, I saw this scrawny kid being followed by a group of bullies. They were knocking his backpack off his shoulder. Hitting his cap off his head. That type of thing. He was a lot smaller than them and ran into an alley to get away. I was familiar with the area and knew it was a dead-end, so I followed them. They had him surrounded, knocked off his glasses, and his lip was bleeding. Before I could talk myself out of the stupid idea, I went charging in.”

“Were you hurt?” She rests her head on her hand, elbow propped on the pillow.

I shrug. “A little, but not as much as they were.”

“How many were there?” She shivers.

“Four.” I grab the blanket and cover her up.

“You took on four boys. With no help?” Her eyes are round as saucers. “How’d you learn to fight like that?”

“Luck, I guess. At the time, I had no training. Eventually, Tyrone got in a couple of hits to help.”

“Sarah’s fiancé?”

“The one and only.”

“Why were they after him?”

“Stella was planning to adopt him. The other kids were in the boy’s home where she worked and were furious that she picked him over the others. From that day on, he and his younger brother, Daniel, followed me around everywhere. As annoying as they were, they were my entourage. In a roundabout way, through them, I met Stella. After my mom passed, I went to live with them.” I run my fingers through her hair.

“What about the military and your Medal of Honor?”

I brace my shoulders for the tough conversation. The first part of the story was easy. “After I graduated from high school, I joined the Navy. I hated imposing on Stella and wanted to pay her back.” One corner of my mouth raises. “And I wanted to save the world.”

“I’m sure you were not a bother to her.”

“I realize that now, but tell that to the eighteen-year-old version of me. I’m not complaining. I loved the Navy. I was good at it.” I’ll never forget the first days after I joined and discovered I’d found where I belonged.