Enforcer Ensnared (19 page)

“Somehow, that doesn’t
make me feel better,” Will
grunted
.
“Fine.
Julian and Matthias are our eyes and ears. They will continue to tap the phones
and give us a heads-up when our targets move. When they get into our range
Julian and Matthias will hand over to us. Jarred, we’re going to cover everyone’s
asses and watch the rear.”

“Sounds like something I
can handle,” Jarred replied wryly. A sarcastic smile twisted the edge of his
mouth, casting his features into a harsher light. Only a fool would think the
mocking humor on his face was laughter. This was a man who could achieve
practically anything and hardly break a sweat.

“Okay, people, we have a
long night ahead of us after a very long few days. I want everyone at the
meeting point by eight at the latest. Keep your pagers on and stay ready and
nearby just in case things change quickly. I want everyone to go rest up for
now. We still have a few hours before we have to get ready and I want everyone
to sparkle with enthusiasm, so that means rest.”

“We always sparkle,” Sage
interjected with a laugh.

“Sure you do, and that’s
why we’re the best there is,” Will answered. “But still, I want everyone to
unwind for a few hours and come back frosty and alert. Grab a nap, have a meal,
fuck someone blind. I don’t care what you do and how you manage it, just recharge
those batteries. I want our Grade-A performance tonight.”

Everyone exchanged
goodbyes and the call was disconnected.

Blade stood up, linked
his hands together and stretched the kinks out of his back. “I need a shower
and something to eat. And I want to get that locked up,” he said with a nod to
his satchel. “Jarred, are you all right to make your own way to the meeting
point or do you
want
to grab some food at my place and
tag along with us?”

“Nah, I’m fine. I need to
go back to my apartment, eat, change and grab my gear. I’m not kitted up for a
fight,” Jarred replied. “It’s been a while since I was the backup and I want to
get different weapons and ditch my tech gear. Will and I used to work together,
so that will make this all easier, but I have plenty to do between now and
eight. I’ll see you all there in a few hours.”

Jarred collected his
assorted bags and satchels, slung straps over his shoulder and left the room
with a quick backward wave. Blade tilted his head and looked at Flame.

“My place?” he offered.

She grinned wickedly at
him. “
You going
to cook for me?”

He could all but see her
bat her eyelashes at him. He snickered.

“Of course, darling,” he
replied solemnly. “I’ll cook for you and we can get cleaned up. If you’re very
sweet to me then perhaps we can do some of that fucking Will mentioned. He must
have read my mind.”

Flame laughed and he felt
her humor become infectious and chuckled just from the sheer pleasure of being
in her presence. Blade had a good feeling about tonight. The situation had the
feeling, for him, of everything falling into its right place. The thought that
things were closer to being wrapped up made him want to wrap his arms around
his witch and draw her in tightly.

He resisted the impulse
and instead stood up, slung the satchel over his shoulder and held out a hand
to her. After a moment’s hesitation she put her hand in his. Blade felt desire
and satisfaction roll over him. The two of them walking out through the office
area and down to the car park holding hands would be akin to them shouting from
the rooftops about their intimacy and burgeoning relationship.

When Blade had offered
his hand he’d showed he had no problems letting everyone know about them. Flame
accepting meant she felt the same. Life, Blade decided, couldn’t possibly get
better than this. Neither of them needed to say a word—their actions spoke
volumes.

“Let’s get moving,
sweetheart, or else we’ll run out of time,” Blade said huskily, a million
wicked thoughts all crammed in his brain. Each shouted for his attention and
Blade sorely wished he had the time and energy to indulge in every one of them
with his Flame.

The steady, vibrating
thrum of the bike’s engine was causing Blade all kinds of grief. His prick felt
swollen and full and stood firmly to attention in his pants as he climbed off
the large beast. He opened the front door for
Ange
and made a mental note to have a set of keys cut for her as soon as he could.

Ange
had been mostly quiet during the
ride home—talking on the bike was practically impossible anyway—yet she had
still managed to turn him on unbearably, wriggling that firm, tight ass of hers
back against his thickly erect shaft. Blade’s
mind had filled
with the endless possibilities of what he could do to and experience
with that hot ass of hers, not to mention her mouth, her cunt, her breasts—all
of her body.

Yet it was her ass that
he burned for.

Blade had never been shy,
never hesitated to request what he wanted and be honest and completely
forthright. Yet he also had never loved a woman as deeply as he already loved
Ange
, and he didn’t want to tread too heavily over what
could be sensitive ground.

Instead of debating with
himself like a teenaged virgin, however, Blade decided a bit of time in the
shower would be called for—and perhaps personal relief. He smelled sweaty from
the fight and wrestling on the ground, but far more importantly his cock would
burst if
Ange
licked her lips at him in a certain
way.

Blade knew it would hurt
something deeply within him if she didn’t want the same things he did, and he
felt vulnerable to her just now. Safety in the escape of the shower and the
bathroom sounded like his best option.

“Need a shower,” he
grunted, unable to look her in the eye.

He tossed the satchel
onto the kitchen bench where he couldn’t possibly miss it on his way back and
went directly through the living room and into his bedroom. After he had come
down the drain a few times from his own hand, once he’d had some relief, he
would worry about safely storing the documents and preparing himself for the
fight ahead.

Blade stripped as he
crossed his bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom. He knew they didn’t
have very long but this wasn’t something he could put off for a minute more. He
wanted to wash that scent of dirt, grass and fighting from his body and at the
same time also hopefully alleviate at least a portion of his desire for
Ange
.

Now was not the time to
be indulging in wicked thoughts of her, imagining the way her eyes darkened as
his cock pierced her, the faint moans she made when he thrust deeply inside
her. Soon they would—yet again—be in a life-and-death struggle and he didn’t
need a hard-on over
Ange
to distract him. Blade
adjusted the taps to the temperature he liked best and stepped into the shower.

Quickly he soaped up his
hands and washed the smell of grime and sweat from his dark skin. As he ducked
his head under the spray he heard the bathroom door click shut. His body tensed
automatically, his head swiveled around and his fists clenched, his body
readying for a fight.

“It’s just me,” she said
with a light laugh. “I can almost scent your tension in the air.”

“Not a good call to sneak
up on a fighter mid-battle, sweetheart,” he drawled as the immediate tension
seeped from his body to be replaced by hard, ferocious arousal for her.

“You don’t mind if I join
you, do you?”
Ange
purred as she opened the shower
door.

Blade had a few seconds to
make his decision.

Ange
had already removed her sunglasses
and stripped naked. Her nipples were peaked and screamed for his lips and
fingers. A part of him desperately wanted to take her, bend her over and fuck
her ass so hard she’d not be able to sit for a week.

With a wicked glint in
those gorgeous eyes,
Ange
tilted her head to the
side,
her lips curved sensually into a thrilling smile as
she let one hand move back and enticingly rub her ass. Blade’s eyes narrowed
and he glared at her, the pieces of the puzzle falling together.

The vixen had been toying
with him, pushing him, forcing his hand and building his desire to a fever
pitch.

She
wanted
him,
wanted this. A huge weight he hadn’t realized had been pressed into his chest,
enough to make breathing a struggle, lifted and Blade moved to make room for
her.

“Not at all,” he replied.
“I was actually just thinking about you.”

“Oh?” she returned, a
single eyebrow arched as she looked coquettishly over her shoulder at him. Her
eyes caught his and Blade could feel himself falling into her. She seemed to
pierce his very soul with just a look.

“You distract me,” he
answered as he dropped his head to press a hot kiss against her full lips. His
hands were slick, partially soapy, and he grasped for purchase against the dip
of her slender waist.
Ange
murmured incoherently and
slid her body wetly against his, further inflaming his already impressive
arousal.

“I wouldn’t want to be a
distraction.” She finally laughed huskily as she pulled her mouth free from his,
her scent teasing him as her love and amusement wrapped around him. “I shall
need to see what I can do about that.”

Ange
turned her back to him so she faced
into the spray and cupped her hands to capture the heat of the water. Her ass
rubbed his hard prick, filled his mind with all sorts of wicked ideas.

“You keep that up and
I’ll have some very firm ideas on the method you’ll have to use to take care of
my distraction,” Blade warned her.

Ange
shot a hot, sultry look at him over her
shoulder. The glance she gave him might have been brief but it was filled with
such challenge that his cock firmed until it became physically painful. It
would have been impossible to misread that look, especially coupled with the
small shimmy of her ass rubbing back against his prick.

Blade turned
Ange
to the side, opened the door of the shower and half
leaned his body out of the cubicle. He reached into the top drawer of the
vanity. Water sprayed onto the floor and miscellaneous razors, creams and first-aid
items fell everywhere. He couldn’t have cared less about any of it. His fingers
grasped the bottle of lube he
’d known would
be there
and he leaned back and shut the shower door behind him with a
click
.

Ange’s
eyes widened and her grin heated his
blood. Just a little roughly—to get them both in the mood—he turned her around
so her body pressed against the cool tile of the wall and her back faced him
and the shower spray. Blade nipped the soft lobe of her ear and whispered into
its shell, his words dark, erotic and hungry.

“You ever had your ass
reamed,
Ange
?”

She shivered in his arms
and a predatory thrill raced through his blood. She shook her head silently and
although he knew it should have been impossible, he felt his cock lengthen and
harden even more.

“It’s
gonna
hurt,” he added, his voice thick and low with desire. “No matter how much I
prepare you or how much lube I shove up there, this will
burn
, baby.”

A choked, hoarse sound
fell from her lips, part excitement,
part
denial.
Blade strung a stretch of hot, nibbling kisses down her neck, his free hand
brushing the long, silky sweep of her hair over one shoulder. He flicked the
cap of the lube open, squeezed a large amount over two fingers and pressed them
intimately between her ass cheeks as he stroked over the impossibly tight,
puckered entrance.

Ange
moaned, shifted from foot to foot
and pressed her ass back. The tip of his index finger penetrated her shallowly,
barely up to the first knuckle, before her body clenched restrictively around
him and blocked his passage.

“Better loosen up, love,”
he moaned as he squirted more lube onto his fingers, “’
cos
after my fingers, my cock will feel like a steel bar. It’s at least three times
as thick as what you have now. If you can’t relax for my fingers, you’re in
trouble with my prick.”

“So far you’re all talk,”
Ange
rasped,
her voice husky
with desire. “I’d hoped that—” Her words cut off on a low groan as Blade thrust
two fingers into her—hard. They only penetrated her to the second knuckle, the
tight constriction of her passage stopping him yet again. He
scissored
his fingers and stroked her tight, thin walls as
he spread the lube around inside her.

Blade pumped his fingers
in and out, fucked her without mercy until, after what felt like an eternity,
his entire digits were pressed inside her and fucking her passage.
Ange’s
head had fallen back and strangled sounds of intense
pleasure fell from her lips.

He continued to thrust
deeply inside her until her hips canted back and she helped to fuck herself
back onto him.