CHAPTER SIX
Mick
I’ve never bathed another human being before. Dim lights and hot water is the most soothing thing I can think of, though, and Hailey definitely needs a calm atmosphere. She’s been confined to a small space for a long time, so the shuffle of agents conveying us to the hotel, the crackling radios and doors slamming made her pretty tense. Here I am, acting like a protective lion with a baby cub, kneeling beside the giant whirlpool bathtub with my sleeves rolled up, soaping every inch of my Goldie with a hotel washcloth.
My dick is like a baseball bat down the inside of my pant leg, thanks to her wet, pink nipples being lapped at by bubbles. And every time I cup my hand and pour water down her neck, she loosens up even more. Her dark, untamed hair is curling in the mist and sticking to her cheeks and shoulders. We’re in a ritzy-as-hell hotel, so there’s a candle flickering on the white marble sink, providing the only light in the bathroom, and I swear to God, it’s making her glow. I want to eat her alive.
After last night, I’ve stuck my lust in detention, though. He’s going to have to wait until I’ve got Hailey relaxed and she’s ready. In the meantime, I’ve just got my hands riding over every inch of her smooth, slippery skin, listening to her make adorable mewling noises. No problem, right?
Focus on the battle ahead, man.
Because shit. There is going to be a fucking battle. Sweet, innocent Hailey is an international counterfeiter. Her replications have sold for millions of dollars to unsuspecting collectors—and once the Bureau finds out, they’re going to want one of two things. To put her behind bars. Or to turn her into a witness against her father, in exchange for immunity.
I don’t want to force either of those things on her. Yeah, sure. I’m not objective at all here. I’ve found the girl I’m planning to treat like a queen for the rest of my life. So I don’t want that life to begin by giving her an ultimatum. I sure as hell don’t want her to look at me and see a bad guy. As far as she’s concerned, Mick is the one who makes her dreams come true—that’s how I plan to keep it from now on.
If there’s a chance it could compromise my job, so be it.
“Where did you paint, baby?” I watch a drop of water roll down her spine and swallow, desperate to lick it off. “The lights were off in your room last night, but it looked pretty damn small for an operation like that.”
“There’s a hidden door in my bathroom, behind a tapestry. It leads to another room that’s even smaller, but it’s empty, except for my paints and easel.” She looks up at me over her shoulder. “That room has the window I could see you from.”
“You’ll see me all the time now,” I say, gruffly.
She smiles, then a thought seems to occur to her. “Where do you live when you’re not undercover?”
“Montana.” I give in to temptation and drop a kiss on the curve of her shoulder, my fingertips trailing up her sides, before detouring around to her tits. “Growing up in Boston, all I wanted was space. So when I had the money, I went and got it. You like horses, Hailey?”
“I’ve never met one.”
Her breath catches as I knead her little tits. “You’re going to have your own one now. Better start thinking of names.”
“Really?”
“Damn right.” I squeeze her nipples between my knuckles, chuckling when her body jolts in the water, her knees coming up through the bubbles. “Going to give you whatever the fuck you want.”
“I want you, Mick,” she whispers.
“You’ve got me. You’ve got your freedom, too.” My right hand slides up to close lightly around her throat. “You’ll be free to do anything but associate with other men, are we clear on that? There’s no compromise. You make your girlfriends, paint your pictures and do what you damn well please. But there’s only one man who touches you. If anyone looks below your neck, I want to know about it. Straight from your pretty mouth.”
Several beats pass in silence, her gold eyes serious. “For years, I’ve watched men come and go from my window. Without hearing a word out of their mouth, I loathed them. But without hearing a word from yours, I wanted to be near you.” She leans sideways and kisses my forearm. “My heart knew you. Now it’s yours.” Her tongue skates out and traces my vein. “My body is yours, too. Always.”
My hand leaves her throat in favor of prying open her mouth…and I don’t so much kiss her as I devour her. Thank God she encouraged me because I’ve hit my limit in the control department. Need to make her come. Need to fuck her. I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied with my claim on Hailey—I need to make it happen again and again until she can’t breathe a word without other men knowing she’s locked down. I want my name to be wrapped around everything she says.
“Climb out.” I smack the side of the bathtub. “Sit on the edge and open your legs. I’m going to tongue that sore pussy down. Get it ready for cock again.”
Just like the night we met, Hailey looks more interested in kissing me than anything, her wide eyes trained on my mouth. “B-but, Mick…”
“I know you like kisses, baby.” Still on my knees, I lift her out of the tub with one arm, settling her wet ass on the nice, wide slab of marble in front of me. “There’s more than one way I can kiss you, though. Something tells me you’re going to have a hard time picking your favorite real soon.”
I’m definitely going to hell, because her genuine confusion makes my dick throb like a motherfucker. In so many ways, she’s still a virgin, and I plan on enjoying every second of her new education. With a grunt, I reach down and free my cock, the heavy weight of it thunking against the side of the tub.
“Remember that little spot that feels so nice when Mick rubs on it?”
She nods.
“What’s it called?”
“My clit,” she whispers.
“Good girl. And what is your clit to Mick?”
Her suds-covered tits are beginning to heave, sending the bubbles sliding down. “Your reason for getting out of bed in the morning.”
“Good girl.” I lick a pattern over each of her knees. “Now part your thighs and show me where it is. I know you remember.”
Slowly, her knees slide apart on the marble and I almost throw her on the floor and ram her full of my dick without waiting another second. There’s never been anything so smooth and sweet and inviting. Throw in the innocent way she’s watching me and hell…oh yeah, hell is definitely where I’m going.
“Touch it with your finger, Goldie…and ask me to kiss it.”
Her nipples are in such tight peaks, I know she’s growing wetter by the second and I’m all but salivating with the need to get my tongue in that soaked little cunt. I hold my breath and watch as her fingers trail down her belly, the tip of her middle one sliding just inside her folds. “Can I have a kiss, Mick?”
My cock lifts so violently, it smacks off my belly as I dive forward, jerking her ass to the edge of the marble at the same time. The first taste of her almost makes me come, it’s so fucking delicious. There are guards positioned outside the room and they almost definitely hear her scream of pleasure when my tongue finds that tight nub I helped her discover. I grind my mouth down on her mound, sawing my tongue against her clit, relentless, needing her to understand how desperate I am for her perfect taste, how obsessed I am with making her come. This is my life now and I never want it to change. I won’t be satisfied until she climbs onto my face every morning and begs for the relief only I can give her.
Goddamn, she’s getting wetter by the second, her moisture mixing with the bathwater to coat my chin, my neck. Her fingers are in my hair making a mess of it, her hips unable to remain still on the marble. “Mick. Ohhhh, Mick,” she whimpers between shallow breaths. “I can’t…I’m going to…”
I bear down harder with my tongue, curling it around her clit and squeezing the swollen flesh, all while sneaking my middle finger into her pussy. Fuck, she’s already clenching in so tight, I can barely get my knuckle past her entrance, but once I do, I find that G-spot and tickle it, tickle it until her thighs clamp around my face and she starts sobbing. There it is.
“Mick!”
She comes like she’s sitting on a washing machine during the fucking spin cycle, shaking and vibrating against my face, leaving her pleasure on my lips. And I lick it up with hungry growls, savoring, memorizing the taste. My woman’s. I take my hand and drag it down her soaked pussy, gathering the proof of her satisfaction, then I rip open my shirt so I can smear it in my chest hair, down my stomach. Mine. It’s fucking war paint and I can fight the world as long as I’m wearing it. Her.
“Get down here, baby. Sit on Mick where you belong.” I lift her limp body off the bathtub, dragging her onto my lap, leaving her knees planted on either side of my hips. My cock seeks heaven, swelling and reaching for her entrance. But for a moment, all I can do is stare at my obsession in awe, watching the bath water glisten on her skin in the glow of the candlelight. Her tits are high and gorgeous, partially covered by her long, wet hair. I’ve captured a virgin fucking mermaid and I can barely breathe around the beauty of her. “I don’t want to live a day without you. I’m not even sure how I made it this long.”
Her eyes go soft. “I-is it too early to say—”
“Hell no, it isn’t.” I hold her gaze, feeling my heart pumping double time in my chest. Mine mine mine. “I damn well love you. Might have happened the minute I saw you, baby, and it’ll always be that way. You and me against the world.”
She falls forward, cupping my face in her hands. “I love you, too,” she whispers, the words hitching in her throat, her pussy pressing hot and tempting on my lap. “You make me so safe. So happy.” Her hips writhe, innocently seeking, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Tell me how to make you happy.”
It’s like I haven’t fucked in a decade. That’s how I’ve felt every minute of the day since she walked into the bar. Like a deviant sex addict with only one drug of choice. Hailey. Having heard her say she loves me, I’m even harder, hungrier with the fever to claim. “I need to give you my cock. Right now.” I reach between us with a shaking hand, guiding myself to her tight slit. “I fucking need it to breathe. Sit.”
“Yes, Mick,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips until she’s impaled, then sliding down with a choked cry. “S-so full. I can’t move.”
“I don’t need you to move,” I grind out, my dick in the sweetest agony possible. “Just hold on to my shoulders and kneel right above my cock. Give me your pussy to pound up into.”
Her mouth is open on mine as she moves, spreading her knees wide on either side of my hips, then tilting her body forward. “Like this?”
“Fuck yeah,” I say, leaning back on one elbow and gripping her ass in my free hand, roughing it up, giving it a hard slap. “You like that, don’t you? When I’m a little mean to you in the sack.”
Pink paints her cheeks. “I think so. I liked it the first time.” I slap her backside again—harder—making her gasp. “I like it now. I love it now.”
“Jesus Christ.” My hips start to rocket up into her slick, waiting cunt, my balls swinging up to slap the little ass I’m spanking raw. “Knew it. Knew when you came in front of your daddy, I had a horny girl on my hands.” My pace kicks up, bouncing her on me like a rodeo rider. “Tell Mick you’re a horny brat.”
Her tits are jiggling all over the place with the force of my upthrusts, her puffy lips parted, eyes blind. I’m jackhammering a near virgin and she’s taking it like a professional. God doesn’t hate me after all.
“I’m a horny brat,” she breathes. “M-Mick, I…I think I’m going to…”
Surprise, pride and lust fill my chest up until I’m positive I’m going to burst. “Little miracle, that’s what you are.” I fall back flat on the floor, both of her ass cheeks tight in my grip now as I slam slam slam into her tiny hole, my hips flexing, lifting up and down off the floor. “Go on, baby. Squeeze up on my cock and let go. You’re a horny brat and you can’t help it, can you?”
“No,” she sobs, her neck losing power, my upward drives make her head bob. “Oh. Oh.”
Every part of her tightens at once and I can’t stop myself from flooding her any longer. Hot come claws at my balls with the need to escape, a roar building in my throat. I ache everywhere, like my muscles are locked in a meat grinder. No more, though. No longer, because as soon as she begins trembling and screaming with her climax, I cut my misery loose and let it leave me, giving it to Hailey. “Take it,” I shout through clenched teeth. “Take what I made for you.”
The need to possess…the need to impregnate…rips through my body and before I acknowledge these undeniable needs, I flip Hailey onto her back and pound her cunt like a pillaging Viking, set loose on my enemy’s daughter. I’m rough and demanding, shoving her thighs open as wide as possible so I can plant my seed. And perfection that she is, her fingernails draw blood on my shoulders and she whines my name, her cunt milking me, letting me know she’s just fine being my victim.
Minutes later, I gather Hailey close to me and kiss her to sleep, knowing this could be one of the last quiet times we steal together before the battle.
And then I get up to face it. I’ll face hell for her.