Loving Lies (12 page)

God, how he had craved Jessie over the years. He had hungered with a desperation that never stilled, that only grew. He poured over the emails that bastard Jazz sent, often. Pictures. He had never imagined the other man was sleeping with her, that he was taking what Slade believed belonged to him alone.

He wiped his hands over his face as dawn peeked over the horizon, realizing that Jessie's sobs had stilled and at some point she must have fallen asleep. He prayed she was asleep. One of them needed some rest, and Slade knew that until Jessie was his again, rest would be only a dim memory.

He faced a battle in getting Jessie back and he knew it. Jazz and the others would stand aside, not so much because they wanted to, more because he had no intention of backing down. Life had been a living hell every minute he had spent away from Jessie. He wasn't staying away from her now.

The thought of that separation was a separate, aching bitterness inside him. He had done his part for his country and destroyed his own happiness in the process. Through the grief and his determination to complete the operation as quickly as possible, he hadn't paid enough attention to the danger Amy was involving herself in. She was supposed to be his backup, his marriage was his ticket into the organization, but Amy had wanted more. She had seen it as a means to the power and the money he hadn't known she craved. It was a hunger he had overlooked right until the night her lover took them over an embankment and killed them both. The same night Kingston and Baines had been arrested.

Slade had nearly died that night. It had been Amy's job to call in the backup team of agents when he got into trouble. Instead, Amy was no place to be found. She had warned her lover, and with his help stolen nearly a million dollars in cash before attempting to escape.

The only person who cried at her funeral had been Cody. He was barely four, and though Amy hadn't been the best mother, she had been all Cody had known. Slade sighed wearily, shaking his head at the thought of his boy. Cody might not have his blood, but he was still his kid. He had raised Cody, loved him, given up his soul in the operation that had conceived him. He couldn't let him go.

How would Jessie feel about him though?

He dragged himself from the chair, slipped out onto his balcony before jumping the short distance to Jessie's. There, he unlocked the balcony door again, punched in the code to the alarm and then stood staring at her, soaking in the sight of the woman who had tormented him for five years.

He couldn't stay this morning, he had to head back to Amy's parents house and check on Cody before heading out to the house he had kept when he left town. The place needed opening and airing out before he and Cody moved into it.

Stepping carefully through the room, he only meant to check on her, but when he stepped to the bed, he felt the pain that wracked his chest. She was wearing that fucking shirt and sweat pants he had given her to wear home five years before. Both were faded with age, holes had been worn in the knees, but they wrapped around her, holding her as he couldn't.

She was lying on top of the blankets, her cheeks flushed, her pink lips parted and her dark hair spread around her head like a halo. Damn, she was prettier than ever. A soft, sexy little kitten that fit his body perfectly.

Slade knelt beside her, careful not to awaken her, his fingers moving to that glorious spread of hair, feeling its softness, luxuriating in the silken feel of it. He was a weak man. He had known that years ago when he had been forced to walk away from her. He had gotten the hell out of Loudoun as fast as he could, knowing that if he stayed much longer he would risk both their lives.

But God, he had missed her. Losing her had been like losing a limb, losing his soul. It had torn a hole through his spirit that still bled with pain, with aching hunger. But he was back now, and Jessie belonged to him. Fuck Jazz, Zack, Ron and whoever else thought they could keep him away from her. He had lived on dreams of her, on aching fantasies and the prayer that he would return to her.

He leaned toward her, his gaze captivated by her lips, drawn to her more now than he had ever been before. While she slept, her lips parted as she breathed deeply, he allowed his own to feather over them. Pillowy satin. Damp heat. The moan he held back shuddered through his body as he let himself settle further against her, kissing her like the treasure she was, the need for control tearing his muscles apart.

Until her lips parted further. A soft moan welled from her throat as she turned to him, her arm curling around his neck.

“Slade.” The whispery sigh shattered his control.

His tongue slid past her lips, tangled with hers, and for the first time in five years he knew life. Heat exploded inside his body, pouring to his cock, hardening it instantly as her hand curved behind his neck while the other went searching for his abdomen. His hands clenched in her hair as he fought for his sanity, to confine his caresses to the kiss alone. And the kiss itself was paradise. They sipped at each other, lips, tongues and barely contained moans feeding into each other until Slade found himself stretched out on the big bed with her, holding her close as the taste of her filled his senses.

He licked at her lips, pulling back just enough to allow her little pink tongue to follow him, to lick back at him, to sink inside his mouth as a growl of need tore from his throat. His hands were beneath the shirt, shaping one firm, nipple-hardened breast while her hand tugged at his shirt, fought with his belt and her hunger grew.

He could feel it, with each second the kiss grew deeper, her hands more frantic until she finally tore the belt loose and began to struggle with his jeans. His cock was throbbing in anticipation, his muscles tense, so tight they ached as he fought to hold back. But she was so sweet, like nectar, like the soft warm syrup he knew was gathering on her pussy.

Did she still wax? The thought had his hands trembling as he restrained the need to check and see. She was still more asleep than awake. He should be shot for taking advantage as he was, for letting her fingers tear open the snap to his jeans, lower the zipper and reach in for the thick erection straining beneath his underwear.

His tongue plunged forcefully into her mouth as her fingers wrapped around the heated shaft. His thumb and forefinger plucked at her nipple as the other hand tugged at her hair until her head fell back and he lost himself in her.

He was only barely aware of his hands jerking at the sweatpants moments later, pushing them over her thighs as she fully released his straining cock. They were twisting against each other, lips stealing any protest she could have thought to make, though he was fairly certain the nails digging into his back had nothing to do with rejection and everything to do with the lust building between them.

He kicked his sneakers from his feet as her hands jerked and pulled at his jeans. Frantic cries were echoing in her throat as he finally managed to get one of her sweetly shaped legs free. The damp heat of her pussy pulled at him almost as desperately as her fingers did.

“Jessie,” he groaned her name, his lips moving to her neck. “For God's sake. Wake up. Wake up, baby.”

“Fuck you. Let me sleep.” She was moving beneath him as he moved over her, her hands pushing his shirt out of the way as he felt the buttons tearing from the one she wore. “Finish it. Don't leave me hurting again, Slade. For God's sake, finish it this time.”

She was awake. Her eyes were dark slits, staring up at him. He moved between her thighs, his cock nudging, sliding through the slick cleft of her pussy as her thighs parted for him.

Slade gritted his teeth, positioned himself at the entrance and began to push inside her. She was tight. He stared down at her, watching her expression as she struggled to take him, feeling her hips lift, writhe beneath his. She gasped, her head tossing on the pillow while he pushed in further.

“You're as tight as you were the first time, baby girl,” he growled. “Sucking at my dick like a hungry little mouth.”

Her cheeks flushed further as her pussy grew slicker.

“You like that, don't you, baby? That little bit of pain biting into your cunt.” He pushed deeper inside her, lowering one arm to lift her leg higher along his hips, hearing her whimpering cry as the tight little muscles struggled to take him.

“There, sweet baby,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want. You want me to take you bit by slow bit? Or do you want it all at once? Tell me, baby. Do you want more heat?”

“More…” Her cry had his teeth clenching. “Oh God, Slade. Take me hard. I want it all…”

She arched as he slid back, then her scream echoed around him when he tore inside her with one hard, furious stroke. He stilled, embedded in her to the hilt, his head falling to the pillow at her shoulder. He felt the delicate tissue ripple around him, enclose him, suckling him with a firm, ultra-tight grip that had his balls drawing up tight to the base of his cock.

“God, you're hot.” He bit at her shoulder then licked the little wound as her hands scratched at his back. “So hot and sweet.” He pulled back slowly, an inch at a time, relishing the flex and clench of her pussy as she fought to hold him inside her. “Want to do it again, baby? Hard and deep?”

“Again.” She was panting, her hips jerking as he felt her tightening beneath him, reaching for her orgasm.

He chuckled hoarsely. “Close, aren't you, baby girl? One more hard push will do it for you, won't it?”

He didn't give it to her. He worked his cock inside her instead, his hips pushing, twisting, his erection digging into the clenched tissue as she moaned and cried beneath him. She was as fist-tight, as hot and desperate as a virgin. She may have taken a lover, but she hadn't found what only he could give her. What he had taught her to take from his body alone.

“Look at me, Jessie,” he growled as her eyes closed. “Look, baby.” He reared back on his knees, lifting her hips as he pulled back. His cock dripped with her juices as her eyes focused, widened and he felt her pussy clutching harder at the head of his cock. “There you go. Watch me take you, sweetheart. Watch and know who this sweet little body belongs to.”

He slid in slowly, watching as the soft folds parted for the thick shaft sinking inside her. He was forced to clench his teeth against the pleasure, the need to fuck her until they were both screaming in release.

But he couldn't. Not yet. In this moment he had to reinforce the knowledge that she belonged to him. Only him.

“Don't torture me, Slade.” Her plea nearly broke his control. “Oh God, please fuck me. Please…”

“Easy, baby.” He was embedded to the hilt again, his balls pressing against the curves of her ass as her clit peeked out, swollen and pink. He stared down at the point where he possessed her, feeling her milking his cock, aching to come.

“You have the sweetest pussy,” he whispered, watching as he pulled out again, grimacing in painful pleasure at the sight of her cream coating his cock. “Slick and hot and so tight. I want to savor every stroke, Jessie. Savor it, baby. Let it build. Remember how much better it is when we wait.”

He remembered. Remembered watching her, just like this, in his bed, as he fucked her for nearly an hour, making her wait until both of them were pouring with sweat, until his cock was an agonized shaft of pure sensation.

“I've waited enough,” she panted, her breathing harsh, her breasts rising and falling with the effort it took to drag air into her lungs. “I've waited forever, Slade.”

“Just a little bit more.” His hand pressed against her lower belly as he forced his cock inside her again, feeling her womb spasm beneath his hand. “You can wait just a few more minutes, baby. Let me feel you like this, tight and hot, wrapping around me like molten silk. Oh yeah, suck me with that tight little pussy, sweetheart. Suck my cock until neither of us can stand it anymore.”

The violent spasms ripping through her cunt were killing him as he retreated, stopping until only the thick head remained, watching her clit swell, redden.

“Again,” she moaned. “Go in again, Slade. Oh God, stretch me. Make it burn more.”

His hips jerked, driving his erection several inches inside her, almost triggering the climax she was reaching for so desperately.

“Bad girl.” He lifted one hand from her hips, delivering a sharp little slap to her ass that only had her cunt creaming more.

She jerked in his grip, a desperate cry falling from her lips as her pussy sucked harder at the head of his cock.

“Whose pussy is this?” He pressed the flat of his palm against her clit, pumping it gently as he watched her eyes daze from the need to orgasm. “Give me what I want, Jessie, and I'll let you come. Tell me whose pussy this is. Who has it missed, baby? Who owns this tight little cunt?”

“No…” She wailed in protest. “No games, Slade. Please…”

“Tell me.” He pumped inside her hard and deep, forcing himself to stop as he felt her begin to peak.

“You bastard!” she screamed, her fists clenching in the quilt beneath her.

“Tell me.” He rubbed at the little clit with the pad of his palm, determined, set on this one small admission. “Tell me, damn you. And no lies. Lie to me, Jessie and I'll stop. You can give this tight little pussy to only one man, damn you. Now who the fuck does it belong to?”

“You!” Her strangled scream was thick with tears. “Goddamn you, it belongs to you…”

His control snapped. He came over her, his hips thrusting, pounding his cock into her. He felt her shatter beneath him, felt her pussy tighten and weep as he fought himself to pull back, to pull out and spill his seed to the mattress rather than the rich depths of her convulsing womb.

She was trembling beneath him as he collapsed over her, barely catching his weight with his elbows. She shuddered with the aftershocks of her pleasure, hard tremors racing over her body for long seconds. She was warm, soft, and for a moment, just a moment, he could pretend he had never lost her.