10. Dessert Surprise
Chapter 10
Dessert Surprise
Maya
D inner wasn’t fancy, but it hit the spot. Spaghetti and meatballs seemed like a good meal for a big man like Bull. He must like it because he’s on his second helping of spaghetti, and he’s had four meatballs. I never understood why my mom got such a kick out of watching us eat, but I get it now. Bull enjoying a dinner I made with him in mind makes me happy.
“This is great, Maya. I haven’t had a home-cooked meal made for me in a long time, unless I make it myself,” he says as he dabs a piece of garlic loaf into the sauce on his plate.
“Do you like to cook?” I ask.
“Hate it,” he answers, “but it’s necessary, and I don’t like having takeout every night. I’m a fair cook. Better than what we were served in the army.”
“The food was that bad, huh?”
“They did their best, but we were in the middle of nowhere, and it was hard to get fresh meat and vegetables. Most of the food was canned and processed, but it kept us alive and served its purpose.” He shrugs.
I make a mental note to keep fresh fruit and veggies in the fridge at all times. “I like cooking. It’s just hard cooking for one. I like cooking for two better.”
He smiles. Hooking a hand around the back of my head, he pulls me closer and kisses me softly. “We’ll find creative ways to cook together.” His playful grin causes a tingle to run through me. I return the smile.
“Looking forward to it, honey,” I whisper against his lips.
Bull insists on doing the dishes. He said since I cooked, he’ll clean up. I don’t know what to do with myself. Instinctively, I reach for a drying towel to help. Bull takes it from my hand and lifts me to sit on the empty counter.
“Keep me company.” He’s even sexier washing my dishes, if that’s possible. He chats about his day. I can sense he wants to tell me more, but is hesitating.
“Is something on your mind?”
“I may have to go out of town for a few days for work,” he says. I can see that he’s looking for a reaction from me.
“Okay,” I answer quietly.
“That’s it? You don’t want to know why or what or how?” He leans with his back against the counter.
“If you want to share, then I’ll listen, but if you can’t, then I’ll understand. I know from Kailyn that much of the work you and the other guys do is hush-hush.”
“If information leaks out, then we’re endangering the lives of others. We’ve got a couple of cases on the go, and I may be putting in some long hours. I may not be around as much as I like.” He eyes me cautiously.
“You’re looking at me like you’re expecting me to freak out or something. Will I worry? Sure. Do I trust that you’ll be as safe as you can be? Absolutely. Will I miss you when you’re not here? More than anything. But you have a job to do, and what you do is important.”
Bull pushes away from the counter and pushes my legs apart, coming to rest between them, his fingers digging into my waist, his hazel eyes piercing mine. “You’ll miss me?” he asks, his voice raw.
“Yes. More than anything. I’m falling in love with you. It sounds ridiculous, I know. We haven’t known each other long, and we’re still finding out so much about each other, but what I know, I love. This, tonight, is the best night I’ve ever had. This morning, the way you brought me coffee, I want that every day. But there will be times when I bring it to you because that’s what partners do.”
“There’s a kid who’s been kidnapped. His parents are frantic, and their only option is to get the kidnappers into the building where the father works. We have sixty hours to find this kid. If we don’t, there’s a good chance they’ll kill the boy whether the father cooperates or not. The statistics suck, but that’s our reality.”
I’m horrified by what he’s telling me. “The police?—”
“Not an option. They’re not going to be able to get any further than we have. Falcon has called his contacts in the FBI to see if we can get some help, and they’re doing some digging to speed up the process. Wire is working through the night for leads as well as working on Obi’s case. I’ve been tailing the father without his knowledge, looking for anyone who might be keeping tabs on him. Phoenix has a tracking device on the mother just to make sure we know where she is at all times, in case these people try another tactic. Rebel is working on Obi’s case, but he’s fully informed, and we’ll use him when we need him.”
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because I trust you to keep it quiet and because I don’t want to keep shit from you. This way, you’ll know why I’m focused elsewhere or why I’m not around. I never want you to think there’s anything wrong between us. And if we do have problems, I won’t hide that either, and we’ll talk it through. Okay?” he asks.
“More than okay.” I link my arms around his neck. “I wish I could help.”
“Keep as many kids as you can motivated to stay in school and to become responsible adults. That’s what you can do,” he says with a grin.
“Aye, aye, Captain!” I tease.
“Hook your legs around my waist,” he commands. “I haven’t had dessert, and I’m in the mood for Maya.”
* * *
Bull
I carry Maya, kissing her as I do. When we reach the bedroom, I set her down on her feet. Since I left her this morning, all I could think of was getting her naked. I would have skipped dinner altogether if it weren’t for the effort that she went through to make a nice dinner for us both.
She went all out, even had candles on the table. I’ve dated before, and not one of those women made me dinner. They all expected I would take them out. Maya likes being at home, much like I do. Although, I haven’t been home except to change in the last twenty-four hours. The place I call my haven doesn’t seem so appealing without Maya in it.
My apartment is pretty stark. There’s a bed, a reclining chair, a huge-ass television, and not much else. The best part of the apartment is the solitude. It’s the place I landed when Falcon decided this was where we were going to base Storm Enterprises.
The guys have all been to my place, and they joke with me about having to bring their own chairs to watch the game. It’s not far from the truth. I have folding chairs, but I never bothered to look for more comfortable seating for company. The guys don’t seem to mind, and I never brought the women I saw back to my place. It was their place or a hotel.
I was never serious about those women, and I didn’t want them in my personal space. Maya’s the first woman I want to be around all the time. The thought of leaving and going back to my apartment leaves me cold. I want to wake up with Maya in my arms, smell the scent of her perfume on my skin, and feel her soft blonde curls brush against my face.
“Baby, I need you naked. Clothes off.” I’m desperate to see her taut nipples pebbling before me. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around them and suckle until her erotic moan fills the room. She unbuttons her blouse, sliding it down her arms and off, letting it drop to the floor. I nearly come undone when she wriggles out of her pants. She shimmies out of her black silk panties. Her bra is the last to come off. Her body is a work of art, pure beauty.
I undress quickly and lead her into the shower, where I can wash away the day and touch every inch of her. The hot water rains down on us, making her body glisten. She raises her face to the water. She looks like a nymph as she reaches out and clings to my shoulders. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her. Long, slow, filling myself with her essence. Her soft lips move over mine, her tongue darting into my mouth. I deepen our kiss, pulling her against my body. The heat of her skin on mine is the biggest aphrodisiac.
My lips trail a path down her cheek. I lick the droplets of water on her shoulder. I feel her body trembling with desire. She presses tighter to my chest. A tentative hand moves down my stomach and closes around my cock. Maya slowly strokes, too gentle for me. I wrap my hand around hers and guide her to grip me harder, just the way I like it.
I let her play for a few minutes, but that’s all I can handle before I push her against the tiled wall and drop to my knees. I lift her leg over my shoulder, baring her pussy to my sight.
“Bull—” She calls my name breathlessly.
“Quiet, baby. I’m savoring the moment.” I nudge her legs farther open and run my tongue through her slit. Her wet pussy tastes like heaven. I push two fingers inside, while continuing to lick and suck on her pussy lips. Maya pushes her hips forward, and I tongue fuck her until she cries out, her hands bracing against the tiles, her breasts heaving and her breath ragged. My tongue circles her clit as I push my fingers in and out of her faster.
“Conall, I need more,” she pants.
I set her foot down and turn her around. “Hands on the wall.” I pull her back, forcing her to bend at the waist. I push her legs apart, giving me a full view of her ass and pussy. I grab her ass cheeks and go back to eating and finger fucking her pussy. Maya murmurs incoherently, her thighs begin to tense, and I know she’s getting close to coming.
She rests her forehead on the tile, then suddenly, she snaps her head back, her hair whipping around while she groans her pleasure as her orgasm rips through her. I stand, banding an arm around her waist, while I work her clit with my other hand.
“Oh no! I can’t. Please! Hurry!” she begs.
I slip on a condom quicky and align my cock and thrust into her pussy. Fuck me, she’s so tight, hot, and wet that I know I won’t last long. I want to it last, to savor her heat. Both times, I feel like a rutting teenager who can’t control his dick.
Maya’s no help with my self-control as she wiggles her ass and begins to move back and forth, fucking herself against my cock. I slap her ass, causing her to jolt.
“Slow down, babe,” I grumble in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
“Slow down?” she repeats, like I’ve lost my mind. “I can’t go slow.” She contracts her inner muscles, squeezing me tighter inside her. I pluck her nipples, tormenting them as she’s doing to me.
“Be a good girl,” I warn.
“Con, please,” she pleads, with her soft, sultry voice.
Maya’s going to be the death of me. I pull out, only to thrust back inside hard and fast. I do this again and again. I kiss her nape and her shoulders. She’s so close to her second orgasm, and I’m holding on by a thread.
I want to see her face when she comes, the way her lips part and her eyes go wildly hazy. It’s a sight I don’t want to miss. I pull out and plaster her back to the wall, both my hands lifting her as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I dive back inside her.
She comes hard, leaving her tooth marks on my skin. Her pussy clamps around my cock like a vise, milking me dry. I kiss her passionately, groaning my pleasure into her mouth. She trembles in my arms from the intensity of our lovemaking. I hold on tightly as I move us under the water. I wash us clean, then turn the shower off and wrap her in her fluffy pink towel, grabbing another for myself before I carry her into the bedroom.
I’m lying back against the headboard recuperating when Maya gets up and puts on her robe. “I’ll be right back,” she says and disappears. I can hear her in the kitchen, rustling about. She reappears several minutes later with two dessert cups.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She hands me one and climbs back in beside me. “I made chocolate pudding with whipped cream for dessert. Not very inventive, but it’s good,” she says. “Do you like chocolate?”
“Take off your robe. I don’t want to get it dirty,” I tell her, wicked thoughts going through my head.
“Pardon?” she replies in confusion.
“Take. Off. Your. Robe.” She shrugs out of it and I pick up my spoon, scoop up some whipped cream, and let it fall onto her nipple. “I like having my dessert this way.” I lick it off, and over the next hour, I finish my dessert with gusto.