OAH OFFERED HELP finding somewhere for us to stay. Somewhere secure, or at least out of the way. When I thanked him and told him no, he understood why. The more he knew, or anyone knew, the less safe we all would be. He still pulled out some more weapons and ammo for us before we left.
Considering what we’d cost him already, I was impressed at his generosity. It’s true that the closeness we had as comrades and ex-members of Delta Force gave us a deep and special bond. But this was above and beyond.
Training and experience taught us to rely on one another and to be dependable and, on operations, fast decisions in the heat of battle reinforced that lesson for all members of the Force.
If you saw a comrade in trouble there was no way you would ever pass by, but Noah had gone way beyond duty and obligation. When we got up to leave I hugged him, he took the embrace awkwardly, trying to play down the sacrifices he was making for me. For us. Typical big-guy. I knew how he felt and it made me chuckle.
But I noticed he still watched Vesper with a wary eye.
I began trying to figure out where Vesper and I could be safe for the next couple of nights. The fact that Noah seemed to mistrust her so much weighed in my mind. My trained caution told me I should be alert. That I should stay guarded and keep an eye on her.
Her loyalty to her service was a credit to her. But it could get me jailed again. Or killed. At the same time, my feelings about her kept rising to the surface and I was afraid they could cloud my thinking about her and get in the way of my judgement.
The hotel I found for us was a place no one would choose, especially not if you had other choices. It would serve my purpose, though, and that was mainly to get us inside, somewhere no one would be looking for us. Just for a couple of days. It was the middle of a dull, anonymous and crowded block on the lower East side. It wasn’t pretty, but I figured we would be safe there for a short time.
The surly clerk in his greying undershirt hardly looked up. As long as he was getting cash in advance, he didn’t care about much else.
Vesper followed me, looking around apprehensively as I led her up the dark, narrow stairs. The light in her eyes changed as I shut the door and closed us in. Even in the cramped space of the shabby room she relaxed a little. It was good to see.
Outside, her attention had been nervous and tense, scanning, watching, peering into shadows and looking at everything that moved, like a cat. Ready to spring or to pounce.
Now, as we were inside, together, even in this awkward box with the street noise outside dulled behind the rusty clatter of the air conditioning unit, she went from looking around to looking at me.
Vesper’s eyes had an instant effect on me. My heart banged in rhythm and my blood sped up. My breathing deepened as I looked in her eyes and watched her lips part.
The urge that came from lower down, the urge to peel her out of her clothes, to bend her head back and fill her up from the inside, made me stiffen. Her eyes sparkled.
She took a step nearer. I wasn’t sure about the timing. But it was starting to not matter. She touched my chest. “Don’t you ever think about what’s around the corner, Horse? About what comes next?”
I drew her closer. “I’m thinking about it now.”
“I don’t mean that…” but her eyes gleamed and her tongue flicked across her lips. I took hold of her fabulous ass. Pulled her close. Holding her soft body against me and breathing the heat of her rising scents, my lip curled back and my voice dropped to a low growl.
“Don’t you?”
My eyebrow raised. I didn’t want to be tricky or cute with her, but I couldn’t keep from noticing it. There was almost always more to what Vesper said than what the words meant. All the time in prison, I thought about her and I couldn’t think why the memories of her wouldn’t leave me.
There were more than enough women to remember from my past. I could have distracted myself every night thinking about a different one, and still not have run out. But it was always her. Even when I deliberately started thinking about the fall of another woman’s hair, the scent of the soft skin on her inner thighs or the tremble of her stomach, in my imagination she soon melted into Vesper. Always Vesper.
If only I could have trusted her. That was the most infuriating part, because I knew that I could rely on her. In a fight, and a crisis, any time. And I’d seen how easy she was in company. So far I hadn’t found much this woman couldn’t do, and she did it all in a way than made me want to hold her, taste her and fuck her, pretty much all of the time.
But the constant worry that she would sell me out to the cops or the Feds weighed heavily on my mind. That the deal-breaker. She was the most wonderful woman and a fuck from heaven, no question about that. With luck, we would be able to have a few more of those.
Hot, desperate thrashes where we could sweat and claw and grind our way at each other and to each other. Panting pauses with sweet, tender touches before we rose again through one rippling set after another of her waves of rising and crashing climaxes.
That was the other strange thing about Vesper.
Always, from the very start, I had loved to give pleasure to a woman but with Vesper, I coaxed her and held back and teased her. Drew out her orgasms in long, slow pulls. Took her up, then higher, then I waited. Waited for her anticipation and excitement to reach a fevered pitch.
Each time I got her there and made her wait, the release was bigger. Higher and louder.
Time after time I did that until her whole body trembled and convulsed. Her cheeks, her throat and her chest glowed red and her stomach fluttered. Her shoulders, knees and elbows shook. And her hot, streaming wet pussy hugged me. At the end, her thighs shook and her buttocks clenched, and the shouts from her throat were raw and animal; unintelligible gasps and squeals.
I looked forward to her climaxes a whole lot more than I did mine. Every time, the last one, where I rode and pushed her to her farthest limits, up to the highest peak before the ecstatic, golden gushing burst, and I came with her, all up inside her like we were the same thing.
It was her orgasm I worked for, looked forward to. Needed. My own, when it was done, left me energized and pumped, but just a little bit of me felt empty, wishing that there was more. More for me to give her.
Always there would be, there was, soon enough. Always. Just not on this ride. This one was over. And it came as I felt her wet softness hold on to me, and left with a bittersweet sigh.
She leaned closer.
The scent of her filled my head. My muscles sang and my heart thumped, pulsing the blood hotly in my veins. Her lips parted as she looked up at me. I took her face in my hands and stared in wonder at this creature. Completely disciplined on the outside and totally wild within.
I pulled her to me and brought her mouth onto mine for a long, deep kiss. Hard and slow. Her body came to life in my hands, like it was charged, energized. The press of her breasts against my chest made me reach for her waist and pull tighter her to me. As she rose onto the tips of her toes I held her breast through her shirt.
We melted together through our mouths and I knew that I had to have her. Lengthening and painfully stiff, the swell of my cock was straining my jeans. Fast, I opened her leather pants. She gasped as my hand slipped down her fluttering stomach in into her panties. They were wet inside.
She ground her mound against my fingers. I pressed back the hood of her clit, spread apart the swollen lips of her pussy. Her hips dropped into my hand as my fingers dove up and inside her, scraping the front of her folds.
When she yanked off her coat, her shirt and her bra, her hair was wild and damp and her eyes blazed. She bit her lip. The sight of her big, soft breasts made my cock harden and ache more. She stroked my hair and my face and she looked down as she stretched up to take another kiss.
I pulled her pants and her panties down to her thighs and she sighed as I spun her around. At the sight of her marvelous ass, my hand slapped her cheek. She rippled and she squealed as the red mark bloomed and then faded. I shoved her forward. She leaned with her hands on the bed. Now I could see her lovely dark lips, between the gorgeous globes of her pale ass. And the scent of her made me throb.
I rubbed her lips and the base of her clit with one hand while I opened my pants with the other. She moaned and her ass rolled. My thumb slid up into her and I rubbed her clit with my fingers. Stroked my thumb at the opening of her ass. Her back stretched and arced. The soft, pale flesh of her thighs tightened and flexed.
My cock buzzed red to get at her, but at the sight of her pussy, I had to spread her cheeks and lean down for a taste. She jolted as I took the little bud of her clit with my lips and the vibration of my groan made her shudder.
She said my name as my tongue invaded her and the taste of her made me growl. My lips pressed against hers and I toyed with my bottom lip against her clit.
She groaned and her voice was muffled as she said, “I’ll never find another man like you.”
As she said it, I held myself, not wanting to betray a reaction. I felt sure that it meant she saw the end of our connection coming. That could only mean that she planned to give me up to the bureau. I didn’t feel it, but it was what I heard and I couldn’t ignore it.
It meant she expected to betray me.