Chapter 15 #4
It was one of the most carnal and erotic things Spike had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Reese squirming in his grasp while he felt every twitch of her inner muscles.
The world literally could’ve come to an end right then and there, and he wouldn’t have noticed.
His entire focus and attention was on the beautiful sight of Reese’s fingers working her clit.
Her knuckles rhythmically brushed against his belly as she pleasured herself.
“I’m close,” she gasped after a very short period of time.
But she didn’t need to tell him, he knew.
He could tell by the way she was strangling his dick.
By the way her hips attempted to thrust upward, with little luck because of how he was holding her.
By the way her legs widened around him and a pink flush formed on her upper chest.
Keeping his gaze glued to her pussy, Spike pinched her nipples hard.
That did it. Her hand dropped away from her clit and she came with a shout.
Spike’s fingers continued where she’d left off and he forced her orgasm to continue.
He would never get enough of the feel of her coming around him.
He made a vow right then and there to do this every time they made love.
Have her come before him, while he was buried deep inside her body. He’d never felt anything like it.
While she was still coming, he scooted her ass off his lap and back onto the mattress. Then he fucked her. She was even tighter than before, her muscles clenching hard as she came, but she was wetter too, allowing him to thrust fast, brutally, in and out of her channel without hurting her.
His balls drew up even tighter, and Spike mourned the fact that his first time making love with her was almost over. But he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Pushing himself into her as deep as he could, he loosened his iron control and came.
It felt as if he’d never stop. His cock twitched for what seemed like an eternity as he poured his seed into her.
He came so much, and so hard, he could feel their combined juices coating his balls as he kept his groin flush against hers.
Even when he was done, and no longer hard, Spike refused to pull back.
There was no need. He could stay buried inside her for as long as he wanted since there was no condom to deal with. He liked that.
No, he fucking loved it.
“Holy crap,” Reese muttered under him. “I think you killed me.”
“But what a way to go, huh?” he asked, feeling off-kilter himself.
“Are you going to move?”
“Nope.”
“I can’t breathe all that well.”
That got him moving. But Spike still didn’t pull out. He simply rolled, holding her ass to keep her in place until she was on top of him.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured, snuggling into him and burying her nose in the crook of his neck.
Spike’s arms tightened around her, and he sighed in contentment.
“That was…”
“Stupendous. Earth-shattering. Amazing. Fantabulous. Fucking awesome,” Spike finished for her.
She chuckled, and once again Spike felt it from the inside out. Unfortunately, her muscles tightening to laugh squeezed his now limp cock out of her body.
“Shoot,” she said with a frown.
Now that his cock had been evicted, Spike rolled until Reese was under him again. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her. Long, slow, and deep, showing her without words how much their lovemaking meant to him.
When he was done, he pulled back and began to inch down her body.
“Gus? What are you doing?”
“I wanna see.”
“See what?”
“Your cunt filled with my come. And I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“You didn’t. Gus, seriously, get back up here,” she said, trying to physically pull him back up her body, but he refused to budge.
He lay between her legs and spread them so he could see her pussy. The sight that greeted his gaze made the caveman inside him stand up and beat his chest. Her cunt was swollen and a little red. But it was his semen, slowly leaking out of her channel, that had him utterly enthralled.
Reese flopped her head back down on the bed as if resigned.
Using a finger, Spike ran it up her folds, catching their juices before easing his finger inside her body.
She moaned a little. “Sore,” she said softly.
Spike was sorry for that, but he didn’t regret what they’d done for a second.
It was hard to believe something so small could accommodate his cock.
Intellectually, he knew that women’s bodies were born to stretch.
Hell, they had to in order to give birth.
But seeing her tiny opening like this, up close and personal, had him in awe of Mother Nature.
After a moment, Reese said his name again.
This time he looked up at her face and saw her cheeks were pink with what had to be embarrassment.
He wanted to tell her she had nothing to be uncomfortable about, that he was going to know her body better than she knew it herself after a while, but instead, he simply moved back up her body until she was once more lying in his arms.
She sighed.
“I hope that was a happy sigh,” he said.
“It was,” she agreed.
They lay there, arms and legs entwined, for several long minutes…before Spike’s phone began to ring on the nightstand where he’d put it earlier.
“No. Just no,” he muttered.
Reese giggled against him.
He ignored the phone. Until it started ringing again.
“For fuck’s sake!” he exclaimed, rolling over to grab it. “What?”
“Sorry to interrupt. It’s Tex.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe nothing. I just spoke to Woody, thought you’d want to know what I’ve been able to find out, as well. There’s been some movement with the cartel, but nothing about Kansas City or The Refuge.”
“What do you mean by ‘movement’?” Spike asked, the remnants of his warm and fuzzy feelings from moments ago fading.
“It sounds like they’re sending some guys to the Mexican border.”
“I don’t understand,” Spike said. “Does that mean they’re going to cross illegally to try to find Isabella or Woody?”
“Not necessarily. They frequently send people across. Both to get their members into the country—so they can intimidate and threaten those who work for them in the States—and back out of the country. All illegally, of course.”
“So what are you saying?” Spike asked, wishing he was still lying there enjoying the aftermath of making love with Reese.
“I’m saying I think their current movement likely has nothing to do with any of you. After Woody and Isabella get married this weekend, they can go home to Missouri, and you and Reese can make plans for your own futures there in New Mexico.”
“Wait—how’d you know she was staying?” Spike asked.
Tex chuckled. “I have my ways. And tell her good job on negotiating that salary during her interview…they probably would’ve gone ten thousand higher, but she was smart not to settle for their first offer.”
“You are a spooky son of a bitch,” Spike told him with a shake of his head.
“You know, I’m still waiting for someone to name their firstborn after me. I think Tex has a nice ring to it, don’t you?”
Spike burst out laughing. “No.”
Tex chuckled. “It was worth a try. Happy for you, Spike.”
Warmth spread through him. He looked down to see Reese’s eyes glued on his face as her fingers absently ran over the various scars he had on his chest from an explosion he’d been caught in, when shrapnel had torn him up.
“Thanks,” he said softly. “Any word on the person who saved Jas?” he asked.
He heard Tex sigh in frustration. “No. But I’m gonna figure out who it was eventually—and how he managed to send that untraceable text to Tonka, letting him know which bunker Jasna was in.”
Spike had no doubt the incredibly talented computer genius would do just that.
“Have a good time at the wedding. I’ll be in touch,” Tex said, then disconnected without another word.
Spike clicked off the phone and threw it back onto the table before settling down with Reese in his arms.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. That was Tex.”
“I gathered.”
He proceeded to tell her what Tex had said, and she sighed happily.
“I’m so relieved. The thought of someone coming after Woody or Isabella here in the States is literally my worst nightmare come true.
I’ve always been afraid someone from one of your missions would come after you when you came home.
I know it’s irrational, but I couldn’t help it. ”
It wasn’t as irrational as she might think. The US had enemies all over the world, and none of them were happy when special forces came in and fucked up their plans. But after being out for five years, Spike had finally stopped looking over his shoulder all the time, though he was still cautious.
He was just about ready to start round two—he definitely wanted to go down on Reese, and he’d promised to show her how he’d touched himself while thinking about her—when her phone rang from somewhere in her clothes on the floor.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Spike bitched.
Reese giggled.
“I swear it’s a conspiracy. Keep Spike and Reese from making love,” he complained.
“Hey, we managed to sneak it in this time,” she said as she reached across him, leaning over the side of the bed to grab her phone from the floor.
The position put her ass right in Spike’s view, and he couldn’t resist touching her. Between her legs, she was still wet as fuck, and he could still see his come dripping out of her pussy.
Reese squealed when he dipped his finger back inside her body, but she didn’t immediately sit back or smack his hand away.
Having her bent over like this gave Spike other ideas. Carnal ones. He wanted to take her while she was on her hands and knees. Wanted to pull out and come all over her ass and rub it into her skin. Mark her as his.
After a long moment, she eventually sat back up, and Spike had to drop his hand.
“You’re sex crazed,” Reese said with a shake of her head, but he saw the excitement in her expression before she looked down at her phone.
He devoured her naked body with his gaze as she sat on the bed and checked her voice mail, and it was all Spike could do not to push her backward, rip the phone away, and do all the things he’d fantasized about during the last month.
“Shoot. That was Isabella. She wants to ask me some questions about the ceremony,” Reese told him, biting her bottom lip. “She sounds nervous. The last thing I want is her freaking out and deciding she isn’t ready to marry my brother.”
“Then you should go,” Spike forced himself to say.
“I know,” Reese said with a sigh. “Gus?”
“Yeah?”
“I…this…You’re a dream come true. My dream come true. I loved everything we did. All of it. Every second. And I can’t wait to do it again.”
“I’m not going a week and a half again, Reese. No matter who needs my help. Even if I come home at three a.m. again, I’m crawling in bed and waking you up to make love.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
Just that one word made Spike’s cock sit up and take notice. It wanted to be back inside Reese’s body. In the hot, wet cave made just for him. He forced himself to move. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and held out a hand for Reese. She put hers in his and stood, blushing slightly.
She stood naked in front of him, and it took every ounce of Spike’s restraint not to shove her right back onto the bed. He hugged her tightly, then kissed her. “Go talk to Isabella. I’ll make us something we can eat when you’re done. You can have the bathroom. I’ll take the guest one.”
“We could share,” she suggested shyly.
“Nope. If we do, with our luck, Isabella will wander up here wanting to know what’s taking so long and if you’re okay. Besides, you’re sore, you need some time to recover.”
His eyes wandered over her body once more, and he grinned when he saw a trail of come leaking down her inner thigh. “Does it always do that?” he asked, nodding toward her leg.
She sighed. “No clue. No one’s ever come inside me before.”
Her words had Spike hardening, and once again the caveman inside started pounding his chest.
“And I’m guessing with your size, you probably come more than a lot of guys. So yeah, with us, I’m thinking it will always do that. So that means no quickies anywhere outside the cabin. I don’t want to be leaking at the lodge, God forbid.”
That wasn’t something Spike could promise. He had a feeling a quickie with this woman would be better than most normal sex between other people. “I’ll be sure to clean you up afterward,” he muttered, watching the trickle of come inch down her leg.
Reese pushed him gently and headed for the en suite.
“Reese?”
She stopped and looked back at him from the doorway of the bathroom.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you.”
She gave him a small smile, nodded, and shut the door behind her.
Spike stood in his room as naked as the day he was born with a smile on his face for a long moment.
Then he looked at his bed. The covers were completely fucked, he could see a small wet spot on the sheets, and a few blonde hairs on one of the pillows.
He freaking loved seeing the evidence of his woman and what they’d done in a place where he’d slept alone for the last four years.
Feeling lighter than he had in ages, Spike went to his dresser. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the guest bathroom as he mentally reviewed what he had in the fridge and what he was going to make for dinner.