Chapter 16 #2
The thunderous shower drowned out everything around him, so he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.
But he was staring straight through the fogging glass of the shower door, and he saw Delaney when she crept toward him.
He watched the blurry outline of her body as she stripped.
And then as she reached for the shower door.
She opened it, sending more of the steam pulsing out and stretching toward her.
His gaze drank her in. His beautiful, heartbreaking Delaney. Those high, curving breasts. The tight nipples that he longed to feel against his tongue. Her curving waist. Her flaring hips. The bare sex that he needed against his mouth.
His dick surged toward her. Hard and eager. He wanted in her. He wanted Delaney. He wanted his wife.
“You got to touch me last night,” Delaney told him, her sexy voice stroking along every inch of his body. “I think I should get to touch you.”
He started to back up. “Bad idea.”
“Because you’re a bad man?” She entered the shower. The space felt even tighter. “You told me that already. Guess what? I don’t buy it.” She reached out and turned down the steaming water. Softened and cooled the flow.
Then she lowered to her knees in front of him.
Very bad idea. “Why are you doing this?” Did she want him to be completely insane?
Her fingers curled around his dick, pumped from base to head, and a shudder worked along the entire length of his body.
“Aren’t you tired of why?” Delaney asked.
She’d wanted to know why. He’d been so afraid to tell her. To hurt her.
Some truths could shatter a person. He did not want her shattered. Not ever.
“I’m tired of why,” Delaney said. “Screw why.”
The water hit his back. Steam drifted around them.
“I’m tired of hurting.” Her hand pumped his dick. A long, slow stroke. “How about we both just feel good for a little while? Where is the sin in that? What is so bad about that?” Then her mouth closed over the head of his eager dick.
One of his hands flew out and slammed into the tiled wall of the shower. The other hit the glass of the door. His breath shuddered in and out.
She teased him. Took in just the broad head of his cock.
Her tongue snaked over him. Then she pulled him in a little deeper.
Opened her mouth a little wider. He stared down at her, completely lost, because it was Delaney.
His Delaney. Taking his dick into her mouth.
Sucking him. Licking. One delicate hand still curled around the base of his cock as she guided him to her. Pulling him in. Driving him insane.
It wasn’t like his control had ever been the greatest where she was concerned. Did he get points for trying? He’d tried to do the right thing. Maybe not been sweet and gentle or soothing but…
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My dick is in her mouth.
All rational thought fled after that.
He grabbed her and lifted her up. “Delaney.” A primitive snarl.
She tossed back her hair. Her eyes were dark, the hazel shifting deeper. “I wasn’t done.”
“I’m not done, either.” He would never be done with her. His mouth crashed onto hers as the water poured down. His tongue thrust into her mouth even as his hand covered one breast. She moaned into his mouth, and he teased her nipple, squeezing it between his fingertips.
Not enough.
His mouth tore from hers. He kissed a path down her throat, lifting her higher, holding her easily.
“Nash!”
His mouth closed over the breast he’d touched. He licked her taut nipple. Sucked. Her nails bit into his shoulders.
She pushed against him. “More!”
His same thought. Because this was not enough.
His mouth went to her other breast. His tongue lashed her. Her legs curled around his hips. His dick shoved against her as he angled his body and pinned her against the tiled wall.
Then…
Into her. The head of his dick shoved into her. Tight. Hot. Everything that he’d needed. Everything he’d missed.
She gasped out his name.
He pushed deeper. Because it was not enough.
Her inner muscles flexed against him, tight, so tight, and he wedged a hand between them so he could stroke her clit and get her to open up for him.
She’d always needed care when his cock drove into her because Delaney was so small and he was definitely fucking not.
Nash froze. He blinked at her as the water trickled down his face. His dick was in Delaney. Not balls deep, not yet, but that was where he wanted to be. All the way in her.
“Don’t stop.” Her wet hair clung to her shoulders. “I need you.”
He’d needed her his entire life. “I’m bare, Delaney.
” Hard, savage words. Words that should have been a warning.
Instead, he said them, and he pushed deeper into her core.
Heaven. Hell. Pleasure and torture. Pleasure because she felt so good.
Because this was his Delaney. Torture because he had to stop.
He couldn’t do this. He didn’t have on a condom.
“I’m on birth control. I…I wasn’t lying when I said that I didn’t have sex with Kurt. I haven’t been with anyone in over two years.”
What the fuck?
“I want you.”
His teeth snapped together. “I haven’t been with anyone in two fucking years, either.”
Her eyes widened.
“Don’t like fucking anyone else.” The words were ripped from him. He was not going to be able to hold back. Could not. “They aren’t you.”
Then he was strumming her clit and driving hard and deep into her. Delaney let out a gasp, and a moan, and then her hips slammed against his.
The water pounded.
The steam drifted.
Their bodies collided.
Over and over. There was no slowing down. There was no restraint. A beast had been unleashed inside of him, and Nash was relentless. He could not get close enough to her. Could not get deep enough.
Her body was soft and sensual. Her sex tight and hot. She grasped him greedily, possessively, and he felt the clenching of her body even as she gave a fast, sudden cry.
He watched the pleasure sweep over her face. He kissed her because he wanted to taste her pleasure. Nash wanted to taste every single bit of her. His thrusts became even harder. Faster. Delaney. He was with his Delaney again.
Fucking her.
Taking her.
Loving her.
Once would not be enough. It would never be enough to satisfy him.
The climax hit him. He held her too tightly. Kissed her too hard. And came inside of her on a relentless surge of the best pleasure he’d felt…
Since the last time he’d fucked her.
Kurt drove by the Love Heart Chapel. Yellow police tape fluttered near the front doors. He hadn’t arrived in Vegas in time to stop the wedding.
The fucking wedding.
But he’d given orders for the groom to be taken out. If you died right after the wedding, did it matter that you’d said the vows?
Only the groom hadn’t died. He had lived to escape and to, no doubt, fuck Delaney.
The limo cruised slowly past the chapel. The shooter hadn’t been caught yet. He would not be caught. At least not by the cops. Kurt had given orders for the bastard to be eliminated right after the screwup on the drive-by.
Simple instructions should be followed, after all. Kurt had ordered for the groom to be murdered.
You fucked up my wedding. I’ll fuck up yours.
His orders had not been carried out properly. Failure wasn’t tolerated. If you tolerated failure, then you looked too weak.
Kurt was not weak.
And, unfortunately, the man he now knew to be Nash Quinn was not dead.
But the shooter who didn’t get the job done is.
“Take me to my casino,” he ordered his driver. The privacy window was down so he could easily address his driver, Vino.
“Which one, sir?”
“The one in the building right next to my fucking bride.” Except, she wasn’t his bride, was she? Because she’d married Nash Quinn. “Bliss,” he gritted. “The Bliss Casino.”
Nash Quinn. He’d gotten intel on the man. Nash had a history with Delaney. The two had been hot and heavy years ago, only for the relationship to crash and burn. Nash should have stayed the hell away from Delaney after that moment. Had he?
No. The fucker had come running to take her away from Kurt. On our wedding day. Nash had spirited Delaney away, and when he’d taken her, he’d taken the entire inheritance that came along with her.
“Sir.” Vino cleared his throat. “Sir, I’d like to say again that I think this is a bad idea.”
“Don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“Sir, we have intel that he’s CIA. You know this.”
Yeah, he fucking did. Because he had power and connections and knew people who would sell out their own mothers for the right payday.
So when he’d started digging and trying to figure out who the hell the mystery man was who’d taken Delaney away, he’d reached out to his contacts with the Feds.
And with the CIA. He’d had a few photos of the guy, shots of the bastard hauling Delaney over his shoulder as he’d run from the church with her in North Carolina.
He’d gotten his contacts to run the photos through facial recognition and with Kurt’s CIA contact, he’d hit pay dirt.
He called to tell me that Nash was a red flag.
To tread carefully. And with that warning, I knew what was happening. I knew.
Delaney’s ex was a spook. A spook in love with Kurt’s bride.
With the right pressure, Kurt had been able to find out exactly where Nash Quinn had traveled. Nash and Delaney had boarded a public flight in Nashville, Tennessee, and they’d flown to Vegas.
Where Nash had scheduled a wedding. With my Delaney.
“It’s a trap, sir,” Vino told him. “He’s CIA. He married her deliberately, no doubt to bait you. You need to step away. Forget her. She’s not worth all that you could lose.”
“Pull over, would you?” Kurt asked him. Vino had been with him for years. Three years, to be exact. Vino wasn’t just a driver. He was a bodyguard when the need arose. Also, a fixer.
Vino had been in the church on the day of Kurt’s wedding. He’d been the one to pull out his gun, only to have it ripped from his fingers by Nash Quinn.
Vino drove off the road. The limo eased into the parking lot of a strip mall. The windows in the vehicle were tinted, giving them perfect privacy.
“Sir, you’re making the right decision by stopping this pursuit—” Vino’s words ended in a choked gasp. Maybe a gurgle.
Because Kurt had just leaned forward, and he’d driven his knife into Vino’s throat. “This is your fault,” Kurt whispered. “If you’d just shot the asshole when you had the opportunity, I’d still have Delaney. I’d have everything I needed by now.” He yanked the knife to the left.
Another gurgle.
“You think I don’t get that this is a setup? I have fucking intel that lets me know exactly what sort of man I’m up against. I don’t need your fool ass giving me advice.”
Vino’s hands had lifted. They were shaking. Curled like claws.
Kurt yanked the knife to the left. “You don’t walk away when another man steals your bride. That shit makes you look weak. Understand this, there is no world in which I don’t go after Nash Quinn and kill him.”
Vino’s hands never touched his neck.
“I will never, ever be weak.” He left the knife in Vino’s neck. Kurt pulled his hands back into the rear of the limo. Nodded. Kurt straightened his tie, and he climbed from the vehicle.
His head tilted back as he stared up at the sky. It was too bright here to see the stars clearly. Vegas was always too bright for you to see the stars when you were in the city. But you go outside the city, you travel just far enough, and it was like a whole new world.
He knew, because he’d often traveled out of the city. It was easier to hide bodies out there.
Kurt put his phone to his ear. “Gonna need a new ride.” Or, at the very least, a new driver. Then he’d be going to collect his wife.
And kill CIA operative Nash Quinn.
Not like it was the first time he’d killed a spook. Not the first, not the last. But it did take more skill to eliminate someone with Nash’s training. Skill and the right distraction.
Luckily, he had the perfect distraction.
And her name was Delaney.