Twelve
Exhausted as I am from yet another intense orgasm, I want more. Ashley simply smiles as he kneels at the foot of the bed and sinks his thick cock into me. I moan. He curses. Then he lifts my legs and places my feet on his chest. I smile and place my hands on the mattress to support my position. And he once again prepares to fuck me senseless.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.”
In seconds, the room fills with the sweet sound of his hips slapping my ass. That’s soon joined by my pitiful moans of delight. Then his growl of desire. And as good as it is, I can’t help but to ask him for more.
“Harder,” I pant. “God, please, harder, Ashley!”
He grits his teeth and delivers. I release a sob of delight. I’ve never been with a man who’s been capable of fucking me like this. But Ashley can. And I may very well be addicted to it.
To him.
Unbelievably, another orgasm flares to life in my center. My body shudders. Then Ashley slips his right hand around my hip so he can thumb my clit.
“Ashley!”
“So good, sweetheart,” he pants. “This is so…fucking…good.”
Another unintelligible sound leaves me as I attempt to agree with his statement. This seems to spur him on even more. And after three more deep thrusts, my body detonates with desire. My vision dims as I watch him watch me come apart. He keeps moving until my feet slip off his chest. Then he pushes deep one last time as he spills himself into me. When he does, he whispers my name as if it’s a prayer.
“Lorna.”
When he’s spent, he lowers my legs and rests his face in my neck. I want to hold him, but he’s weakened me. In the best way. I close my eyes and listen to our breathing start to slow. Finally, he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder before raising his head to look at me.
“How?” he asks me. “How did you do that?”
His expression is one of awe and bewilderment. But I’m not sure why.
“Do what?” I breathe.
He takes a breath to respond, but something stops him. His expression is pained for a moment, then he presses a hard kiss to my lips before explaining.
“My supervisor should have responded to me by now,” he says tightly. “I need to check.”
“Okay,” I nod.
He kisses me again and moves from the bed. Not wanting to hover, I head to the bathroom to relieve myself and try to wrap my head around the crazy that’s happening right now. When I look at my face in the mirror, I’m surprised at what I see.
My hair is wild. My cheeks are flushed. And my eyes are bright and focused.
Jesus, I guess Ashley looks good on me.
Giggling softly, I wash and dry my hands before taking a deep, fortifying breath. Then I walk back into his apartment. He’s in the corner, hunched over his laptop as he reads something. I smile at the fact that he’s still naked. Of course, his body is nothing more than chiseled muscle, so it’s not like he should be ashamed of hanging out in the buff.
Me, on the other hand, well…with most other men I’ve been self-conscious about my body. I’m always carrying an extra few pounds that seem to turn men off. But Ashley? God, he looked at me like I was the most desirable woman on the planet. And he handled me with such ease, too. Whatever he thinks I’ve done to him, I’m certain he’s done the same to me.
Crazy?
Absolutely.
Especially given the circumstances of why we’re here together. But before any of that went down, I was attracted to him. Sure, I’m a sucker for a man in a uniform, but there was something about his take charge attitude that spoke to me. Even though I fought him at almost every turn, he didn’t back down. A possible recipe for disaster, yes, but if the make up sex is anything like the sex we’ve already had?
Sign me up.
I’m smiling as I get dressed. Because I want to be ready for whatever our next move is. But when I hear him curse, I move even quicker. Moments later, he walks over and starts dressing as well.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Nothing at the moment,” he growls.
“Is that bad?”
“Not for us. Yet.”
He says no more. And I don’t like it. When we’re both fully clothed, he walks into his closet. I’m quick to follow him because I don’t like this silence. Nor do I like his body language. Something must be wrong. Especially when I watch him pull on a bulletproof vest and then pull out another that he offers to me.
“Put this on,” he says tightly.
I take it, but I need more information.
“Tell me why,” I demand.
His eyes lock with mine for a moment. He doesn’t want to tell me, but I’ll stand here all fucking night until he does. Something he obviously figures out when I cross my arms across my chest and arch an eyebrow at him.
“Jesus, Lorna,” he sighs.
Then he looks down. And I hate it.
“Just tell me,” I almost beg.
He takes a deep breath. And when he locks eyes with me again, I know I’m going to hate whatever he has to say.
“It’s Malcolm,” he says softly.
“What?” I gasp. “What about him?”
“That wasn’t him that called you earlier.”
“Then who was it?” I snap.
“It was Diamond,” he says. “When they breached Charlie Two and found it empty, they went after him. And they won’t release him unless we turn you over.”