CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LETTIE
“I am going to fucking kill him” was what greeted me after washing my face and changing into my gray, long-sleeved sleep shirt for bed.
“Connor, are you all right?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.
“No. Falcone has left the hotel and broken protocol,” he growled back distractedly as he dug a cell phone out of his overnight bag. “Fucker knows better. Worse, he is out of range to mentally link properly so I can’t yell at his stupid ass.”
We were currently staying overnight in a small, middle-of-nowhere motel in Aalst, a town outside of Brussels. We had a tiny room that was yellowed with age. A single lamp dully lit the entire room, but it was clean, and after flying fourteen-plus hours it was all I really cared about. To my right, there was a relatively new double bed, and on the other side of the room, a door to Falcone’s adjoining mirror-image room… which, at the moment, was swung wide and lacking its occupant. Well, that’s not good.
“Where the hell are you?” I turned to find an angry-sounding Connor on his cell, talking to who I assumed was Falcone. “Well no, Fal, everything is not okay. See, I went to ask my pain-in-the-ass brother what time he wanted to get started tomorrow morning, only to find him missing, along with the vehicle we just rented. No note, and already out of communication range. You don’t know where he may be, perchance?” Yep, it was Falcone, and Connor was definitely pissed. “What the hell are you thinking? … Well, that would have been nice of you if I wasn’t out of my mind with worry…. Who? Who are you meeting? ... No, Fal, you need to give me a name, gods forbid something happens to you…. A name now or I hang up and my next call is to Warren.” That threat wouldn’t be taken lightly. I had a feeling Warren would lose his damn mind like my man currently was. I could see his body shake with fear and anger because he probably felt useless. Then he sighed. “Thank you. You have three hours to do whatever it is you need to and get your ass back here. Not a minute more, Fal, or I am making that call.” Hanging up, he turned away and tossed the phone on the bedside table. He jerkily ran his hands through his hair.
I could feel the worry rolling through him in waves. My own hands shook with a need to ease his stress. This would be a long, stressful three hours, or maybe not. A small, naughty grin graced my lips as one of the best ideas I’d ever had took form. Crossing the room, I went to him, winding my arms around his middle and pressing my front to his firm, muscular back.
“Where is he?” I asked as I settled in, laying my chin on his shoulder. Connor almost immediately started to relax at my touch and I felt awed by it because I knew it was me who’d given this to him. It was amazing how connected we were now, that something so simple made all the difference.
“He said he had to meet a guy about a thing. But he told me it was an associate, Pairpoint, he’s meeting. Still, I had to pull the Warren card just get that much information. Fal knows if I call Warren, shit will hit the fan, and he doesn’t want to upset the Horseman of War. Last time I called Warren about something he lost control and leaked a hell of a lot of crazy war mojo out. Good, but unhappy, people who were oppressed and struggling were afflicted and snapped. I believe they called it the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre.”
“What did you do to poor Warren to make him so angry?”
“I should have guessed he was PMSing that day, like many days since it was so close to after being kidnapped. But I’d been in a teasing mood and Warren seemed to be the one in the wrong place at all the times I’d set silly traps for Dean and Fal. I didn’t know he’d get the bucket of horse shit tipped on his head, or he’d be the one the who would be in the room that held the women I’d, um….” He looked sheepishly at me with a blush on his cheeks.
“The one you’d what?” I asked snappishly.
“Baby, it was such a long time ago. Back then I liked my powers and what they did to people. So when I sent that woman who was high on my power into the room I didn’t know Warren would show first and she’d try to jump him in every way she could. Then there was an incident with oil on the floor, a snake in his chamber pot, and… I honestly thought it was Dean’s saddle I’d messed with. He should have checked before taking off. That last one would be the one that pushed him to his breaking point.” He regaled me with zero remorse, making me smile.
I gently kissed up his neck and whispered, “He’s going to be okay.” He knew I meant Falcone.
“Mmmm. Are you trying to distract me, baby?”
“That depends. Is it working?” I softly asked while nibbling along the rim of his ear. He turned in my arms and took my lips with a teasing peck.
“Maybe, but you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, baby,” he informed me in a husky voice as his hands inched my sleep tee up my hips till his fingers were underneath, dancing across my skin.
With a boldness I’d never had before, but was glad to try then because it was for my Connor, my mate, I pulled out of his reach and decided to go for it. I was finding a new, spunkier side of myself, one I knew I would enjoy as much as I was sure Connor would. I sent Connor a wink and a smirk, then yanked the long shirt over my head, leaving me bare except for the pair of simple gray cotton panties with lace trim. The remaining nerves I’d had were quickly washed away as I resettled my glasses and took in Connor’s reaction as my pulse raced with desire. If his wheezed groan wasn’t enough, then the slack jaw and pure fire in his eyes definitely were.
Turning, I asked over my shoulder as I started to make my way over toward the bed, “How’s that, honey? Still thinking of your brother?” I didn’t get far before a suddenly shirtless Connor was scooping me into his arms. Man, can he move when motivated. Good to know.
“When did you become such a saucy vixen?” he asked my collarbone between sucks, nips, and licks, making his way up to my lips again. This caused my body to feel like liquid fire by the time he positioned me on the bed and took his place between my knees, gently forcing me to lie flat on my back with him hovering over me.
My answer was delayed as his rock-hard, jean-clad cock rubbed against my pantie-covered core, causing a tremor to run through us both. His groan vibrated against my whimpering throat. Gasping for air, I finally remembered he’d asked me a question. “About the time you told me you loved me and I realized you had morning breath. It’s all so hot, just brings out my inner Jessica Rabbit.”
He snorted against my neck and lifted his eyes, full of humor and lust, to mine. “My morning breath, huh? Super sexy stuff there.”
“Totally,” I answered before reaching a hand up into his hair and yanking his grinning lips back to mine. I panted against his lips as he thrust his cock against my aching center. He slanted his head, deepening our kiss while massaging both my breast till I was arching my back, looking, hoping, for more.
Connor didn’t disappoint.
He released my mouth only to latch on to my right breast, rolling and flicking my erect nipple with his tongue. Pinching my left nipple between his thumb and fingers, he added to the intoxicating torture, and I loved it.
“Connor,” I moaned. “Yes, honey, so good.” I dragged my nails down his back; he shivered and bit hard on my nipple. “Oh God!” I cried.
The whole time, he continued working his hips against me, and I could feel the tightening of my orgasm building. Sliding my hands in his hair, I held him tightly to me when he switched his mouth to my other breast. He must have known I was close, because his free hand slid down to the top of my panties and stopped.
He released my nipple and took my mouth hard before grunting against my lips, “I hope you have another pair.” Then my panties were gone. He took them off with such speed their survival was questionable, and something to worry about waaaaay later as Connor plunged a finger home. I screamed at the sudden invasion. Rearing my head back into the pillow, I opened and closed my mouth. I wanted to push him back and yell how much I craved for his cock to be inside of me, but I was lost in the moment of his finger pumping in and out of me, while his thumb glided up, down, and around on my clit.
He worked me over good, easily sliding a second finger into the mix. I thrust back hard as I sucked on Connor’s tongue. My moan slid down his throat as I convulsed around his fingers. Connor kept at me till he was sure I had ridden one out and was building for a second before he pulled away.
What the hell? But the most I could do was whimper at his loss.
Before I could really work my bliss-filled mind around a proper complaint, he was back… but without the jeans. Mmmm, okay that’s way better. I wrapped my arms around him as he settled back against me. “You’re forgiven,” I announced, followed by an embarrassingly loud moan as his hot cock slid along my wetness, rubbing my clit along the way.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so goddamn good,” he mumbled against my chest. He pulled back a bit and cradled my face in his hand. “I love you, Nicolette.”
And I felt those three words, straight to my soul.
Then he pulled back and slowly pushed forward. There was a slight burn as my skin stretched to accommodate him.
No, this only added to the tension already building.
"Are you all right?" The hesitation in his voice was sweet, and made me love him so much more, as he eased in slowly to the hilt and stopped. I felt so full, yet I wanted more. Needed more.
"More," I pleaded with a desperate moan.
His face transformed from worry to ecstasy in that moment, and he began to move. He started with a slow rhythm while peppering kisses and gentle nips down my neck and across my chest, paying extra attention at my breast, only to return the circuit and repeat the same on the other side. All the while, I ran my hands up and over his body; I wanted to touch every inch of him.
Little was said as he continued this euphoric treatment, mostly because his mouth was always full and I was too busy panting or moaning to string a sentence together.
I could feel the beginning stirrings of a monumental orgasm, but it felt just out of reach.
"Faster," I whispered, lifting my hips, trying to show him I wanted more.
"I don't want to hurt you again." He groaned as I purposely clenched down.
"Damn it, Connor, fuck me harder. I need to come!" I ordered, again bearing down, enjoying his twitch in response.
"Shit, that's hot. My baby has a dirty mouth when she wants something." He pulled out slowly before slamming back in, leaving me momentarily breathless.
"Honey, get me off and we can talk about my dirty mouth later." It came out weak and breathy, but he must have heard me. With no other words said, he picked up speed, slamming home over and over again.
Just as I teetered on the brink of bliss, Connor reached down and flicked my clit, pushing me over.
Panting, I dug my nails into his back to ride out the wave of my release. As I began to come back down to reality, Connor slammed to the hilt one last time, finding his own release.
We managed to go another round in the shower and be fully dressed before Falcone returned, but it was close, and that stupid grin he wore the whole time he stood there getting his ass chewed out by Connor said he knew exactly what we were doing while we waited, and he couldn’t have been happier.