Her Officer in Charge (12 page)

Not sure if she was expected to take hold of him or wait, Bella decided on the latter, and remained kneeling, quiet and still. Shifting to the edge of the bed, he presented his very erect member to her lips.

“Keep your hands behind your back, slowly slide up and down, then gradually increase your pace.”

Bella couldn’t recall the last time she had so wanted a cock in her mouth, and as she opened her lips and took him in, she felt a deep, satisfying wave of submission.

This is where I belong, on my knees like this, making him happy, surrendering, worshipping his cock. I almost feel like crying.

He could sense her yielding, and, sinking into the moment, he closed his eyes, reveling in the warm deliciousness of her mouth’s loving attention. Though he had the occasional playmate, it had been far too long since he had enjoyed the genuine surrender of a woman about whom he cared deeply. His feelings for Bella were real and quickly growing, and he sucked in air as his excitement continued to build.

“More,” he said softly.

She increased her pace, sucking lustily, and he leaned forward, sending his fingers between her legs. Finding her wet and swollen, a fresh wave of energy surged through his cock.

“You’re dripping,” he purred, bringing his hands to the sides of her head. “Keep sucking, but faster, fuck me with your mouth.”

With his fingers curled in her hair he controlled her, showing her what he wanted and how he wanted it, until he sensed his moment drawing near.

“Be still now, I’m going to pull out.”

Opening her lips, she licked his shaft as it slowly retreated.

“You did that very well. Look at me.”

Her eyes glowed up at him and he let out a heavy sigh. They were sparkling and warm and slightly glazed, the epitome of an adoring woman drenched in submission.

“You are lovely,” he smiled. “I’m truly grateful you were such a bad girl and crept back into the venue. I doubt we’d be here if you hadn’t pulled that stunt.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she breathed.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he, said smiling down at her. Ripping open the condom, he pulled out the sheath and slid it over his member. “Straddle me, sink onto my cock, then stay absolutely still.”

Climbing onto the bed, she put her knees on either side of his legs, rested one hand on his shoulder, held his cock in the other, and with a deep moan she slowly lowered herself down.

“Oh, sir, you fill me up, you fill me up in every way.”

Throwing back her head, she thrust out her breasts. Accepting the invitation, he brought his lips to her nipples, sucking hungrily, eliciting a long, soft bleating.

“Oh, please, let me move,” she pleaded. “I need to, please?”

“Do it,” he growled, “do it, ride me.”

Bringing his hands to her waist, he held her firmly, helping her as she began sliding up and down on his engorged member. She was uttering small sounds of pleasure, then unexpectedly she dropped her head to rest on his shoulder.

“Please, may I touch myself,” she panted. “Please, sir?”

“Yes, and when you’re close, ask for permission.”

He heard her grateful groan as she dropped her finger against her clit. Tightening his grasp, he carefully lifted her so his cock remained only slightly buried, then thrust upwards. His strokes were measured and powerful, and he studied her closely, watching for the signs that would tell him she was about to explode. When she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, he knew she was there.

“Bella, don’t forget,” he panted.

“Sir,” she gasped, “please, may I come?”

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

Crying out his name, she let loose, her orgasm rattling through her body. Vince watched her, trying to hold back, but his cock refused to listen, and jerked and spasmed, making him groan through clenched teeth as his fingers gripped her waist. When finally he fell from her cunt, spent and flaccid, she was collapsing against him, panting heavily and whispering his name.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he crooned, wrapping his arms around her.

“It’s so intense,” she gasped. “I’ve never known anything like this.”

“For me too,” he murmured, the tingling prickles sparking through his limbs.

It was a few minutes later that she shifted on his lap, and with eyes half-lidded she raised her head.

“When I think of all the shows I’ve done at that base, and you were there, so close, it almost makes me sad. I could have met you ages ago.”

“Things happen when they’re supposed to, and I know that’s a cliché, but it’s one I believe. Now though, when you find yourself booked at another event here, I can come as your bodyguard.”

“Don’t you mean, if? Will I have a sound man?” she grimaced. “I wish you’d tell me what’s going on.”

“If you need a sound man, I’ll help you find one, no problem,” he promised, “but it may not come to that. One thing though, if I find you being a difficult diva, I’ll have to spank you before you go on stage.”

“I can’t go on stage with a sore butt!” she protested.

“If you don’t behave, you’ll have no choice,” he declared.

“Can we please lie down?”

“That sounds like a clever way to change the subject.”

“Maybe it is,” she admitted, “but I do want to lie down. I need a nap.”

As she moved off his lap, he caught sight of her blotchy scarlet behind. Over the last twenty-four hours he’d had to spank her and make it count. A short time later, curled in each other’s arms, he felt her drift off, and his mind took him back to Scott Bateman. He needed to check in and get an update, but loath to leave her, he promised himself five more minutes.

“I hate the thought of leaving,” she whispered.

“I know, and I’ve been thinking about that.”

“Scott and I will be heading back after the war games tonight. You haven’t really said anything, but I know you’re worried about me being with him, even though I keep telling you he’s been nothing but a godsend.”

“I’m glad that he has, but you’re right, I am a bit concerned. I think, though, I may have the answer.”

“You do?”

“Stay here for a minute. I’ll be right back, and then I’ll tell you my idea.”

Slipping from the bed, he pulled on his boxers and headed into his study to call the major. He was surprised he’d not heard back from him, and expected there’d be some fresh information. As much as he thought Scott Bateman was not the man Bella thought him to be, he hoped he was wrong. Picking up the phone, he placed the call, and the major answered in his usual gruff tone.

“Yes!”

“Captain Valenti, sir. Any news?”

“We did a sweep of Bateman’s motel room but he’d already checked out for both of them. It had been cleaned, so no prints.”

“What about the guy he met with? Were there any hits from his picture?”

“Nothing yet.”

“There must be a way to get Bateman’s prints.”

“Working on that now,” the major said brusquely.

“I can always get them tonight. I can meet him with Bella before the war games for a drink, or even dinner.”

“We might have them by tonight. I’ll keep you informed.”

There was a click, and the call was ended. Vince stared at the phone and frowned.

“How can they not have his prints?” he muttered. “This whole thing is becoming stranger by the hour. Something’s not right.”

Standing up, he stretched his arms above his head, shook off the phone call, and returned to his bedroom, but as he approached the bed, he found Bella had fallen asleep.

Poor thing, such a crazy time you’ve had. I don’t blame you for being knackered. Rest. I have some thinking to do anyway.

Softly closing the door behind him, he headed to the kitchen, made himself some fresh coffee, and, taking it into the living room, he began to sip and pace.

I can feel it in my bones. Something’s off, but what?

Chapter Fifteen

Stirring from her nap, Bella reached out to hold her handsome officer, and was dismayed to find the bed was empty. Yawning sleepily, she stretched, then stared at her watch, and was amazed that it was almost five-thirty.

“Good grief,” she muttered, “did I sleep for three hours?”

Climbing from the bed, she half-staggered into the bathroom, and after she’d freshened up, she pulled on her clothes and headed down the hallway, softly calling his name. Hearing no response, she moved to the living room and peered through the French doors that overlooked a terrace and the backyard. He was on the manicured lawn doing push-ups.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Oh, Vince, you put me to shame. Your house is sparkling, and look at you, you’re so dedicated. I guess if you’re a captain in the marines you have to be.

Pushing open the doors, she stood for a moment watching him, then settled into one of the deck chairs.

Vince had glimpsed her as she’d walked on to the flagstone terrace, and pushed through his last dozen before jumping to his feet and jogging across to join her.

“I hope you didn’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the view,” she grinned.

“Your timing is perfect. I was just finishing.”

“Too bad,” she giggled.

“How do you feel?” he asked, dropping into a chair next to her.

“Good, rested, I guess I was more tired than I thought. Sorry, I didn’t mean to pass out on you.”

“No, it’s good. You needed it. I’m going to run and take a shower, and then we need to talk.”

“Wait, any news on Scott, or that man we saw him with?”

“Bella, you know even if I had anything I couldn’t share it, unless it was to say, definitively, that he’s been cleared. Oh, I can tell you that he’s checked you both out of the motel.”

“Yes, he would have. I should call him.”

“Yes, you should. You do that while I take my shower. We’ll reconvene in the kitchen.”

“Oh, my gosh, reconvene? That’s funny.”

“Hey, it’s how I talk,” he chuckled as he rose from the chair and, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss, he headed back into the house.

She sat for few minutes admiring the beauty of his garden. It was obvious a great deal of planning had gone into the layout of the flowerbeds, and the white rock path that ambled through the lawn looked like a snowy creek, giving the yard a touch of whimsy.

“Not what I would have imagined for a tough guy marine,” she murmured, then stood up and wandered back inside.

Returning to the bedroom to retrieve her phone, she could hear him in the shower. A naughty smile crossed her lips, and after sending Scott a quick text to tell him she was expecting to see him outside the venue building at the base around seven, she stripped off and hurried into the bathroom.

The shower stall was fogged up, and she softly opened the door, suppressing a giggle. Startled, Vince spun around, his eyes wide, and when he saw her he shook his head, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside.

“You should never sneak up on a marine,” he scolded, swatting her repeatedly.

“Ow, ow, was that really necessary?” she protested.

“Definitely,” he exclaimed, then, pinning her wrists against the tiled wall, he brought his face close to hers and added, “but I’m glad you’re here.”

His lips were suddenly kissing her fervently, his fingers were in her pussy, fingering and rubbing, and as he moved his mouth to her neck, she grasped his cock and began urgently sliding her hand up and down. A raging fever engulfed them, and in a hurried, demanding fit of passion, they brought each other to a sudden, shuddering climax.

“My gosh,” she panted, resting against him, “what was that?”

“That was you,” he growled, holding her as he leaned against the wall. “I think you’ve hypnotized me into needing to ravage you every couple of hours.”

“Must you spank me as well?” she asked breathlessly. “Man, those swats hurt.”

“It’s the water. It adds a little zing.”

“A little? It adds a bit more than that,” she declared, still trying to catch her breath.

“You,” he said softly, taking her hair and gently pulling it back to gaze at her, “are gorgeous.”

“You really think so?”

“I really think so.”

The water still spilling over them, he kissed her again, then held her for a moment before stepping back.

“I’m going to get out of here while I still can,” he winked. “I’ll be in the kitchen. We have things to talk about.”

“Wait. I thought you said there was no news,” she frowned.

“Uh, it’s about going back to the city with him, and there might be a couple of things I can add,” he replied, closing the stall door.

“I won’t be long,” she promised.

A short time later, dried and dressed, hating once again that she had nothing to change into, she checked her phone and saw a response from Scott. He hoped she’d had a relaxing day and wanted to talk to her about meeting up for the games that night. Still unable to believe her sweet sound man was capable of being duplicitous, she sighed heavily and headed to the kitchen.

“There you are,” Vince declared as she ambled in. “Come and have some coffee. I made it just for you.”

Sitting on the table was a French press, a coffee mug, cream and sugar, and a plate of cookies.

“That looks perfect,” she smiled as she slipped into a chair opposite him. “Just for the record, I still don’t believe Scott is guilty of anything. I just don’t.”

“Right. Well, I can say this. Operatives come in all shapes and sizes, and the best are those you’d never suspect.”

“Huh. I suppose that makes some kind of sense,” she replied as she poured the coffee.

“I think, just to be cautious, it would be wise to go on the premise that there might be more to Scott than you think.”

“Guilty until proven innocent, you mean. Guilty of what I don’t even know, though using the word operative suggests he’s some kind of James Bond character.”

“Bella, being careful is being smart,” he said solemnly. “Did you call him about tonight?”

“I texted him and he said he wants to talk to me.”

“Hmm. Well, getting back to being smart, the thing is, you have dropped into my life and have become very important to me, and I can’t change how protective I’m feeling.”