Mat stretched and rubbed the back of his neck. He and Sheri had been pouring over area maps for the past few hours. The table was littered with area specific maps, aerial ones, topography and more.
He got up to limber up a bit more.
Sheri had gone to get the frozen pizza from the oven.
His stomach growled as the smell of piping hot pepperoni hit him.
Cracking his neck, he ambled to the doorway of the kitchen and leaned against the support as he stared at the sexy woman in there. Pale pink pants with gray hearts had replaced the tight leather skirt. A torn and cut off green sweatshirt gaped as she bent, allowing him to see an all too brief glimpse of her breasts as she was bent over.
His need for her hadn’t waned at all. It had increased.
“Grubs on,” she said carrying it to the waiting hot pads. “The cutter is in the drawer to the right of the sink.
He grabbed it and soon, they shared the sofa while they ate. She wedged her feet beneath his thigh. He laughed as she fought—and lost—the battle with cheese.
“We should head out in the morning,” she said. “Travel around and see if we can locate their spot.”
“Agreed. I will call in if we find something.” Anything.
She ate another bite. “So, no more lone wolf behavior for you then?”
“Not really. I met a man when I got out who helped me get my head on straight.”
“Good for you.”
Is it wrong I want her as desert? “He’s a great guy. Gave me a job.”
“How nice.”
No disguising the attitude this time. He let it go. This wasn’t the time for him to remind her more of how he up and left her after their intense week together before moving on with his life. Until now. When he needed something. But this wasn’t about hurt feelings and bruised egos. It was about abducted children. “He’s part of this group, The Omega Team, but I don’t want to call them in if I’m insane with this thought.”
She placed her plate down. “Why did you come here?”
“I told you.”
“No, I mean why before this came to your attention, did you pick here?”
“I can’t answer that.”
She got to her feet and took both plates to the kitchen. “Make sure you remember that there’s a huge difference between can’t and won’t, Mat.”
It was the first time she’d said his name and he’d forgotten how much he loved it rolling off her tongue.
She went down the hall and flipped on a light.
Mat followed.
“You can sleep here. It’s all clean. Rest up for when we leave early.” She left him there and went across the hall then vanished through the doorway.
Unwilling to sleep without making sure it was all buttoned up and the place was secure, by the time he finished casing all the doors and windows, he heard the shower kick on. Instantly, his mind was flooded with images of her naked body being soaped up and rinsed off and it had his cock hard again, ready to split metal.
Not giving a damn about the ramifications, he ripped his shirt off over his head with one hand while he undid his jeans with the other. Moments later, he was pushing aside the gray and yellow striped shower curtain to join her in the shower.
Sheri stood beneath the spray, face tilted up to accept the water streaming down.
He swore under his breath as he ran his gaze over her nakedness. Skin still dusky and beautiful, making him want nothing more than to run his tongue along it and discover if her body was still ticklish in all the same places. Her ass was a pure work of art, and he wanted nothing more than to grip it in his hands as he fucked her. Hard.
Drawing the curtain closed behind him, he turned her to him and captured her mouth, not giving her any time to speak.
She didn’t fight him on it, opened willingly in fact, and met his tongue with her own.
Their tongues entwined and danced along one another. Siding his hands down her wet form, he gripped her ass as he’d been longing to do.
“Fuck me,” she begged around his tongue exploring his mouth. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“I plan on it.” He popped her on the ass. “Legs around me,” he ordered even as he lifted.
She listened and hooked her ankles around behind him.
A position he enjoyed so much as it lined her pussy up with his dick. “Put me inside you.”
She flicked her tongue along his lips before lining him up to her entrance.
Mat flexed his hips and pushed home into her heat. The familiar rapture of being with her returned and he moaned low in the back of his throat.
“God yes,” she cried.
Mat turned them so the heated water hit them both and put her back to the wall of the shower. Kissing her face, chin, and neck, he continued pumping slow and methodical.
She clenched around him and undulated. “Faster,” the word fell from her lips on a plea.
“Not yet,” he replied. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what had happened to manage giving him a bit of control over his raging hormones.
She twisted his nipple and chomped her teeth in his direction. “Now.”
Drawing back, so he could look in her eyes, he held her gaze. The need he saw humbled him, even after all this time, to know she wanted him this much. “Pushy.”
“Needy,” she corrected. Hands on his shoulders, she dug her nails into his flesh. “Fuck me, now.”
There wasn’t any way to miss that demand. And as much as he wanted to lose himself in the fast thrusts, deep strokes of her wet heat, this too, was its own reward. Making her wait just a tad bit longer.
“Mat,” she whispered.
He looked up and stared at her.
The water had her skin glistening. There was a faint flush on her beautiful face, from the heat and him. The emotion in her eyes swirled with a tempestuous force. “Damn you,” she muttered.
Mat lifted his lips to a smirk then the thought was wiped completely from his mind. She did something with her pussy, flexed the walls, tightened the vise, something that completely short circuited his brain.
All he could do was pick up the speed in which he’d been moving. This was not a tease for her anymore. This was the time to fuck her. He began to piston his hips, driving with a heavy force in and out of her body.
“Yes,” she purred. “Of all that’s holy, yes!”
His balls drew tight and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. She had to come first, had to. Maneuvering his hand between them, he found her clit. He pinched it and rubbed it as she screamed his name aloud to the steamy room they occupied.
The walls of her pussy rippled around him as she came, hard. He was right on her heels. Her cries echoed in his ears as he continued riding the pleasure until they both sagged against one another, hearts beating like drums.
“Fuck,” he swore as he prayed his legs held out. This had taken more out of him than he recalled it did.
“I agree. Let’s do it again.” She leaned forward and nipped his lower lip. “This time, I want you in my ass.” Sheri had never been shy about what she wanted.
Right, like men never wanted to hear that. His cock thickened even more inside her.
Mat set her back down with her feet touching the floor of the shower. Then withdrew from her and turned her around. Lowering his head, he placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder, along the wings and halo tattoo she had there. The gold cursive of her last name, sat at an angle through the halo between the gold edged pearl wings. “We’ll get there,” he promised. “I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”
Her answer was to push her ass back into him.
αβ
He was alone in Sheri’s bed. No lights were on but he heard movement out in the main part of her home. Padding naked to his room, he grabbed his jeans and tugged them on. Then he went to the living room, scratching the scruff on his face.
Flight bags were open out on the couch when she walked in from the kitchen carrying two piles of identical items, which she placed before each one.
He stepped forward when she lifted her gaze to him.
Leaning over her back, he fingered a lock of her hair falling free of the clip. “Red. I like it,” he said with a soft smile.
“Need something to do?”
“Put me to work.”
She gestured to the bags. “Pack please. And make sure they both have the same things. Then the two bags on the overstuffed chair. Pack those as well as you can.”
He knew how to pack a bag. “This is a lot of stuff.”
“Trying to eliminate the need to come back.”
Something he understood quite well. He jumped in, grateful she was willing to help.
As he finished up the final two, Liz entered the house and spoke softly to Sheri.
He compared the women in the light from her home as opposed to the bar light from the previous night. Now their differences were more tangible.
Liz was a bit darker skinned and possessed fuller curves. A beautiful woman. Not the one that revved his motor like Sheri did, however.
The women glanced over at him.
Sheri’s gaze heated but her expression stayed the same.
Mat understood and recognized the look. Focus on the mission ahead.