Nauti Intentions (30 page)

He stopped. She could feel him behind her, breathing hard. Deep. She could feel his muscles straining, the edge of his control disintegrating.

“Ah God, you’re so fucking tight,†he breathed out roughly. “Milking my dick like the hottest fist in the world.â€

“Alex. Alex, what do I do?†She cried out at the wild, unrelieved hunger clawing at her now. “I can’t stand it. Please.â€

His hand landed on the side of her ass. A brief, light little slap that felt too good. Too hot.

“Breathe in. Deep. Every time you breathe in, I can go deeper.†He panted. “Breathe. God, Janey, I have to fuck you. Breathe, damn you.â€

She breathed in, inhaling when she wanted to exhale on a scream as the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscles that would have held

him back.

Then she screamed. Or she tried to scream. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. He was working inside her in slow, easy thrusts that

pushed him deeper, deeper inside her, until she felt the slap of his bal s against her pussy.

“Son of a bitch,†he cursed behind her.

She felt moisture drip to her back, knew he was sweating. She was moist with perspiration. Dying for more.

“Touch your pussy,†he ordered roughly, his hands clamping on her hips. “Fuck yourself with your fingers now, Janey. Let me feel you riding

your fingers, because I’l be damned if I’m going to last long.â€

She was crying, begging. She pushed a hand between her legs and buried two fingers inside her sex, immediately clenching, tightening on them as he

jerked behind her and pushed in deeper.

“Fuck. Fuck.†His voice was harsh. “Ah hel . Janey.â€

She felt his control snap. She felt it in the hard grip on her hips, in the jerking motion of his hips. Then he was fucking her. Taking her ass with deep,

powerful strokes as her fingers fil ed her pussy.

She could feel him. Every throbbing, heavy vein, every powerful inch of flesh stroking inside her. She felt it in the burning stretch, the driving thrusts. His

control was gone, and her sense of reality exploded as her clit rubbed against her palm and her fingers stroked her pussy to orgasm.

She was screaming for him, feeling the orgasm that tore through her, quaking through her nerve endings, harder, deeper. Her release was so powerful,

so vibrant, that she felt every hot spurt of his seed fil ing her rear. Each drop of his cum pumping inside her as she wailed out her pleasure.

She was crying, limp and trembling, shuddering with the after-math of a release so intense, so deep, she couldn’t seem to gather her shattered

senses in order.

Alex stil covered her, stil fil ed her. His heavy, warm body was like a blanket over her, like a shield between her and the world, holding the pleasure

inside her, keeping the warmth around her.

And she couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop tightening around him. Exhaustion seeped inside her, and yet she could feel adrenaline

racing through her.

“Ah, baby. My Janey.†His voice was a low, sated rumble at her ear as he kissed her neck, the cheek turned to him. “My sweet love. So sweet.

So fucking good.â€

She gasped as he pul ed back, easing from her.

“Come here, love.†He pul ed her against him, his hands stroking down her back, over her arms as he held her against his chest. “There,

darlin’. Just lay here.â€

Alex couldn’t hold her tight enough, couldn’t get her close enough to his chest. His heart was beating in slow, heavy thumps, the release that

had powered into her body having shaken him. The strength of it, feeling as though it jerked more than just his seed from him, had nearly destroyed him.

He needed to get up. He needed to clean her, clean himself, but he couldn’t let her go. He wrapped himself around her. He had to shelter her as

close inside himself as he could get her.

And yet he could feel the need for more. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t physical. It didn’t make sense. But he knew he needed more.

SEVENTEEN

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The cel phone ringing brought Natches awake. He stared blearily at the clock by the bed, then at the window. Hel , it wasn’t even fucking dawn yet.

Pul ing the device off the nightstand, he checked the cal er ID first. Unknown name and unknown number? That wasn’t possible. This was a DHS-

equipped phone. It showed everything but what the cal er ate last.

He flipped it open. “Yeah?â€

He was already moving from the bed when the voice came over the connection.

“You have e-mail.†It was distorted. He knew the sound of electronic voice distortion. He pul ed his jeans over his legs, zipped them, delaying as

long as possible.

“Did you hear me?†Anger snapped across the line.

“Who is this?†He let his voice sound drowsy, sleepy.

“A friend,†the voice announced. “Check your e-mail. It’s important.†The voice cracked. “I wanted to be nice about this, but you

have to see what she’s done to him.†There was a hint of tears in the voice.

Natches headed to his computer, feeling the hairs at the back of his neck lifting as Chaya moved from the bed.

“What are you talking about?†he asked the cal er.

There was a tearful sniff. “Do you see?â€

“Takes my computer a minute to boot up,†he stated.

That was a lie. The computer was on; a flick of the mouse and e-mail was up, complete with the attachment.

He opened it and felt his head explode. Behind him, Chaya gasped in shock and he couldn’t blame her. There was more than one picture, but the

first was enough. Natches couldn’t stand to look further. He couldn’t do it. The first one showed a curved feminine rear spread apart, pink and

pretty, and fil ed with a thick, engorged cock.

He turned away, swal owing against the bile in his throat. Fuck, he knew who it was and he could feel an almost kil ing rage building inside him. That

was Alex and Janey. Fuck. Fuck. That was his sister’s butt. He was going to be sick. He was going to kil Alex.

He turned to Chaya and mouthed,
Call Alex. Cameras in bedroom.

She nodded quickly and rushed to the phone by the bed.

“What kind of e-mail?†He closed his eyes and fought to sound sleepy, not quite aware of what was going on.

“You have a lousy computer,†the voice sneered. “Are you playing me, Natches?†There was an edge of hurt. “Don’t play me.â€

“I’m not playing you.†He closed his eyes and fought to breathe. “E-mail.†He paused. “Shit. What is this?â€

“Look what she did to him!†the voice was furious now, fil ed with pain. “Look what he’s doing, Natches. She’s making him like

Johnny was. She’s taking away his manhood by making him do that to her. Do you see it? Do you see what she begged for? How she’s

corrupting him?â€

“How did you get these pictures?†He flipped through just enough to identify Alex and Janey’s faces, nothing else. That camera was in their

bedroom. Right across from the bed, in the vent in the wal . Son of a bitch, how had that bastard gotten in the apartment?

“He’s gone now,†the voice whispered. “I saw him leave the bedroom.â€

Natches turned to Chaya, fear beginning to rise inside him.

“Now, let’s settle down. Let’s talk a minute.â€

“I gave you the chance to take care of this,†the cal er screamed. “I sent you the picture. I showed you how she was making him act. She’s

a slut. A whore. Her father taught her how to be a whore and she’s corrupting Alex. I told you.â€

“Let’s talk about this . . .†Fear rose inside him. He could feel it, oily, weakening. The bastard had final y lost his fucking mind.

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“Alex, get Janey out of the apartment. The bedroom has cameras. Natches has pictures and he’s on the phone with your stalker. Get her out of

there.â€

Alex was moving from the table as Chaya’s frantic, low voice came over his cel phone. Moving quickly, he pushed back from the table and rushed

to the bedroom.

Janey was playing with the cat when he left. The fat little bastard was on its back batting at her fingers. He’d left them in peace, knowing the cat stil

hadn’t adapted wel to his presence.

“He has more pictures. Natches wil kil you,†Chaya was hissing as Alex rounded the hal and jerked Janey’s door open.

Her head lifted from the bed in shock.

“Let’s go.†He didn’t wait for questions. He yanked the cat up as he grabbed her arm and pul ed her from the bed.

“Alex . . .â€

“Move!â€

Adrenaline surged through him as he heard Natches screaming, “Get her out. Get her out.â€

He pushed her through the door, the cat tearing at his arm as he heard a window shatter. Then al hel exploded around them.

He felt the force of the blast shake the apartment as the cat jumped from his arm with a squal . Janey screamed as he threw her to the floor.

Searing, bril iant pain lanced his shoulder as he landed on top of her, dragging her beneath his crawling body, fighting to get her to safety as lights

flickered, shattered, and the apartment went dark.

He stil gripped his cel phone in his hand. He could hear Natches screaming. Blood was gushing down his arm, but Janey was alive.

The living room window had shattered. He had a second. Only a second. He had lifted her and thrown her into the kitchen doorway, to the other side of

the wal , when another explosion shook the apartment. Shrapnel exploded through the wal overhead as he protected her with his own body, curling around

her as she screamed his name. He felt something else bury in his shoulder and gritted his teeth against the pain.

Hel , it was Iraq al over again. The explosions, the sound of nails and glass exploding around him, as sirens wailed in the distance.

“Safe,†he yel ed into the cel phone, Natches’s screaming voice stil echoing from the connection. “What the fuck is going on? I need the

outside secured before the son of a bitch throws something through the fucking kitchen window.â€

He dragged Janey across the room and jerked open the pantry closet beside the refrigerator, before shoving her into the narrow entrance and

hunkering down beside her. He jerked the fridge door open, sheltering them with the heavier metal barrier rather than the thin wood of the pantry closet

door.

“We’re coming. We’re coming.†Natches was yel ing into the phone. “Zeke and the police are on their way. Chaya cal ed from her

cel . Fuck. Fuck. Alex, is she okay?â€

“Alive,†Alex snapped. “Get me some fucking backup. I’m not taking her out without it and we’re too vulnerable here.â€

He was bleeding like a stuck pig. Alex could feel the blood pouring from the sharp objects buried in the shoulder that he kept turned careful y from

Janey’s huddled form.

“Is Janey wounded?†Natches was screaming.

“Negative.†God, he wished he had a weapon on him. “Natches, get here now.â€

There was silence.

“You’re wounded.†Natches’s voice was lower. The other man was an asshole when he wanted to be, but he was sharp.

“Confirmed,†Alex breathed out roughly. “Get here, man. I’m unarmed. Al weapons are in other areas. We’re shielded in the pantry

closet with no more than the fridge door. I hear sirens approaching, but we don’t know who the hel or what the hel .â€

As he spoke, the back door shattered. Alex braced himself for more trouble. He disconnected the cal and waited.

“Major. You in here?†Mark Lessing’s voice sounded from outside the door.

He remained silent, pressing a hand back to Janey in warning. He trusted his men with his own life. He didn’t trust anyone but himself and the

Mackay cousins with Janey’s.

“Major, I’m sliding a weapon through. It wil move beneath the refrigerator door.†Mark stayed in place, his voice military cold and efficient.

“Clip is loaded. Tyrel and I have the door covered. Here it comes.â€

He waited. A second later the Glock slid to his feet. Alex picked it up careful y, checked the clip.

“Did you catch the bastard?†he cal ed back.

“Negative. We gave chase, but he got away. We came back in case we were needed here.â€

“Mackays are on their way,†Alex told him. “Tyrel , cover the stairs. I’m not moving her until I have clear protection on al sides.â€

The sirens were getting closer. Alex could hear Janey behind him, her breathing erratic. He knew she wasn’t wounded; he’d checked as he

held her beneath him and again as he threw her into the closet.

“The first blast in the back distracted us, Major,†Mark bit out. “Hel , we’ve been out of action too long.â€

Mark Lessing and Tyrel Grayson had quietly left the Special Forces when information that they were lovers had leaked to the head brass. They’d

been out of the forces for several years, but they were stil as sharp as any man on his current team. Whoever did this was just that fucking good.

“Alex, you’re bleeding. I can smel it.†Janey’s voice was faint behind him. “I need something to press against the wound.â€

Hel . Her voice was thick with fear. He could feel her tension behind him, the fear that spread through her like an oppressive cloud. But damn if she

wasn’t holding it together. There was no panic, not yet. She was shaking in shock, but holding back, waiting.

“There’s shrapnel stil lodged in the wounds.†He suspected nails. “Help wil be here soon, baby.â€

Janey wiped at her tears, barely holding back sobs. She could feel them tearing at her chest, but she couldn’t distract him, not yet. Horror fil ed her

at the thought of the blood she could smel . And she could see it from the dim light the refrigerator cast, the shadow of it running down his side. She