Chapter 11
Doralee
Cricket’s eyes are mesmerizing, and the feral smile curling his lips causes my pussy to clench in anticipation. This is a man who truly wants to devour me, and I’m desperate for him to get started.
He carries me back to the table, sets my ass on the edge, and uses his hand to sweep away the sandwich wrappers and chip bags. Two beer bottles clank as he tosses them at the trashcan, his powerfully muscular body looming over me as he once again frames my face with his long, capable fingers.
“This room is soundproof, so make all the noise you want.”
I grab the zipper stuck just below my breasts and lower it the rest of the way, shrugging my shoulders out of the top.
Cricket pulls back, watching me with absolute hunger burning in his eyes.
“This is only fair if you also take off your shirt.” I grin as he brings his eyes up from my breasts.
“I want to be fair.” He quickly pulls his tank top off and tosses it on a desk. Sweet Jesus, his body is even better than I expected.
I fumble with getting my hands out of the sleeves, and he helps me, pulling one arm free and then the other. He gathers the top part of my bodysuit at my waist and licks his lips. “Lift your hips, baby.”
Placing my palm down on the table, I lift up and let him pull my bodysuit down my thighs, my bare pussy exposed considering I didn’t wear any underwear with this outfit. If I had known this is how I’d be ending the night, I would have worn something a lot more accessible.
He reaches down and yanks off my boots, each one making a thud as it hits the floor. My bodysuit follows, and within minutes Cricket—who I only met this morning—has me naked in the SpecOps office.
“Oh god, what am I doing?” I mumble as he lays me back.
Cricket stands between my thighs and presses a kiss to the top of my knee. “Do you want me to stop?”
“This is so inappropriate.” I shake my head, my brain and pussy warring against what we think is wrong, what we’re told is right, and what we want.
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh and blows softly across my damp pussy lips before pressing another kiss to my other thigh.
It’s obvious what my body wants, the evidence is glistening under the overhead lights.
“If you tell me to stop, I will, but I don’t want to.
This is between you and me, two consenting adults who deserve a bit of pleasure.
Let me please you like I’m supposed to.”
“Supposed to?” I close my eyes as my legs fall further apart, silently inviting him in.
He takes the invitation without question, his tongue sliding between the slick folds of my pussy. “Yes. It’s my pleasure,” he says between licks.
“As well as my life purpose.” More licks.
“To take care of you in every way.” Cricket licks again and again, flicking my clit each time and amping up my need to grind my pussy against his mouth.
I’m not exactly sure what he’s saying to me, but at this moment I don’t care. It feels too good to have a man’s mouth between my legs again, and even better to have it be this man. What is it about him that makes me throw the rule book out of the window?
From the moment he apologized, I’ve felt drawn to him. Maybe it’s because I’ve been aware of his presence, like he’s always watching, but not in a creepy way—more like he’s waiting to protect me, but also knows I’ll hate it if he did.
He’s ready to catch me if I fall, but is smart enough to know not to try until I can’t catch myself.
That’s why I waited for him on his motorcycle. Instinctually, I knew he would take the next step in the mission, and I wanted to be by his side when he did.
Throwing my arms around him for a well-meaning hug got us here in the first place, but I couldn’t have denied my desire to hold him anymore than I could deny his desire to taste me.
I don’t think I’d be able to tell him no, no matter what he asks me.
Cricket grips the back of my thighs and pushes forward, bringing my knees closer to my face as he plunges his tongue deep into my cunt. “Oh god, Cricket.”
He doesn’t stop, a chirping sound coming from his throat as he rims my opening and sucks my clit against his teeth, building my orgasm until it’s on the verge of spilling over.
“Fuck!” Crying out, I reach between my thighs and fist handfuls of his hair as I come apart against his mouth. This only spurs him on, pinning my legs back and spreading me wide as he drives his tongue deeper like he can’t get enough.
A sharp stab pierces my tender lower lips, but before I can register the pain, a series of orgasms hit.
My thighs shake uncontrollably before every muscle in my body joins in a full body seizure.
Maybe it’s not a seizure, but every muscle jerks as pure, undiluted pleasure pulses through my limbs.
It goes on and on until I’m incapable of thinking what it feels like to not feel like this. My vision dims.
When I come to, I’m in Cricket’s arms with my face buried in his neck.
“Holy shit. Did I pass out?” My eyes flutter open.
“Maybe a little.” Cricket presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“I’ve never come so hard that I lost consciousness.” I shake my head.
“I’m sorry, Doralee,” he whispers.
“What are you sorry for?” I pull back to look him in the eye. They’re almost glowing, an ethereal purple hue that is so much more vivid than his brother’s.
He shakes his head. “I fucked up.”
Frowning, the realization that while he asked me if I had someone waiting for me, I never asked him the same question hits hard. Dread rolls in my belly as I take in a deep breath. “Are you married?”
“What?” His eyes snap to mine.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.” Now he seems as confused as I am.
“Then how did you fuck up?”
He licks his lips, and I swear my arousal is all over his face. “I bit you.”
Reaching between my legs, I feel nothing but tender flesh from beard burn. I recall the moment before I passed out and a sharp pain that instantly morphed to infinite pleasure. “I thought that happened, but then I came so hard I didn’t care.”
“It did.”
I giggle. “Well, apparently I’m into it, so it’s okay.”
He blows out a breath, his head down again and eyes anywhere but on mine. “I wish that were true.”
His mood affects mine, and the dopamine rushing through my veins quickly wanes, replaced by cortisol and doubt. I cover myself and slide off his lap. “I should get dressed.”
“Let me help you.” He stands, and I put up my hand.
“No. I’ve got it.”
“Doralee…” Cricket says my name but nothing else comes out as I yank on my bodysuit, shimmying it over my ass while fumbling to get my arms in the sleeves.
“I’m not sure what this was, Cricket.” I turn on him as I slip back into my calf boots. “Why this went from undeniably passionate to awkward, but it feels like a giant mistake.”
“It’s difficult to explain.” He rubs his hand over his mouth. “I’m not like other men.”
“Yeah, that’s what all men say.” My mind whirls with worst-case scenarios.
Coffee pot in the morning, all the agents grinning at me with knowing glints in their eyes.
Cricket walks in and presents himself as another cocky male, his unimpressed assessment of me clear to my peers.
“Yeah, guys. I got her to spread her legs in less than twenty-four hours. I told you it wouldn’t be hard. ”
Fuck! What did I do?
I know better than to break the rules, especially as a woman.
Yanking my zipper up to my chin, I smooth down my hair while scanning the room to make sure I leave no evidence behind. My eyes go to the corners of the ceiling for cameras, my paranoia high.
Cricket moves like a ghost, grabbing hold of my arms and turning me to face him.
“I’m sure a lot of guys say it, but I really am different, and my feelings for you are way more complex than I can explain.
This isn’t just attraction between us, it’s so much more.
I know you don’t understand—hell, I don’t even understand—but I should’ve waited until I could tell you everything. I should have given you a choice.”
Jerking back, I pull out of his hands. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Anger simmers in my belly, but then a cold splash of reality hits me hard, and I bring accusing eyes up to his. “How long did I pass out for?”
He shakes his head. “Maybe forty-five seconds. Long enough to gather you in my arms and sit down.”
“So, you didn’t fuck me while I was passed out?”
His head snaps back in horror and at least I’m appeased for the moment. “No!”
I let out a breath of relief. “Look, Cricket. I’m exhausted. You are right, I don’t understand, but I think it’s best if I go back to my room so that I can get some sleep before the morning.”
He closes his eyes and nods slowly. “Yeah, maybe focusing on the mission is best.”
“Sure.” I bend down to grab a sandwich wrapper, but Cricket stops me.
“Leave it. I’ll clean up. Don’t worry about anything here.”
I sigh. “Give me a good ten minutes to get settled in my room before you head back to yours, okay?”
“Yeah.” He moves to reach for me but drops his hands, his fists clenched at his side. “Sleep good, yeah?”
“Always do,” I lie, turning my back on him and walking to the door farthest away. Something tells me if I try to pass him by exiting through the front door, he’ll pull me into his arms—and I’m pretty sure I’ll let him, even though that’s the last thing either of us should do.
“Good night, Cricket,” I say before slipping out to a deathly silent hangar.
At least I’m appeased to learn there is no one hanging around, watching and listening to us.
If I can get into my room unnoticed, then maybe I can close my eyes and sleep away this bad decision, wake up tomorrow, and pretend like this never happened.
Only, my heart already hurts with each step away that I take. That’s impossible. I’m not the kind of woman who falls head over heels with a guy just because he’s good with his tongue—although, no man has ever been close to Cricket in that department.
But still. Falling for the guy who made you pass out mid-orgasm is as bad as the guy falling in love with the stripper who gave him a free lap dance. Stupid.
And I refuse to be thought of as stupid.