Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5) (33 page)

“Oh, Ryder. Keep doing that.”

“Happy to oblige.” He worked her up until she made cute little mewling sounds. Without warning, she lifted herself off and moved one of her hands between their bodies until she grabbed his cock. She guided him to her precious opening.

Before he had time to worry about hurting her, she slammed her body down on him, ramming his cock deep inside her. He watched her face. She winced. He ached for her, but being buried deeper inside her than before made it impossible for him to pull away. When her features softened, he stopped worrying. She lifted and then slammed herself against him once more.

“Slow is nice, too.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and found her rhythm. He reached for her clit and rejoiced in the smile that lit up her face. “Feels good when you come so close to pulling away and then take me inside again.

He closed his eyes and stroked her faster. When she began panting, he grabbed her hips to increase her pace. How’d she get there so fast?

“Keep going, Baby.” She pumped up and down on his cock.

Jesus
. He wasn’t going to last long at this pace.

“Oh, Baby. So hot.”

“You, too.” He felt her tightening her vaginal muscles, squeezing the life out of his cock. Was she doing it on purpose?
Who cares?

He needed her to come first, because he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Come for me, Baby. I’ll be right behind you.”

He fingered her clit, and she began bouncing up and down on his cock even faster.

Come on, Baby. Now. I can’t…

Holy fuck!

The orgasm tore through him like flood waters in an arroyo. He filled her just as she screamed her own release.

“Oh, shit! Oh, my God! Yes! Oh, yes!”

He lost track of everything as his cock pulsated within her. It was a long time before he came back down to earth.

“Baby, that was incredible. You’re incredible.”

“Uh, huh. I think you bring out the wanton in me.”

He chuckled as she collapsed on top of him. The feel of her weight on him made him feel like a king.

He stroked her hair. “Megan, I haven’t felt like this since…well, in forever, really.

“Like what?” Her voice sounded drowsy.

“Loved. Trusted. Like I finally have found my way home.”

“Well, we may have to move from here sometime.”

“Not the house, but the sense of belonging I feel only with you. I’m not lost anymore. As long as you’re with me, I will always be home.”

She pushed herself up on the heels of her hands and smiled down at him. “I love you, Ryder.”

“I love you, too, Baby.”

She lowered her lips to his in a tender kiss. Both of them were too tired to do anything more tonight.

When she pulled away and met his gaze again, she grinned. “I hear sex in the kitchen is pretty hot. Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

Jesus, help me keep up with her.

You’ll see Megan and Ryder again in
Nobody’s Dream
(Rescue Me Saga #6), along with Adam and Karla, and, of course, the main couple in that book, Luke and Cassie. Click
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Kallypso Masters writes emotional, realistic Romance novels with an emphasis on healing using sometimes unconventional methods. Her alpha males are dominant and attracted to strong women who can bring them to their knees. Kally also has brought many readers to their knees—having them experience the stories right along with her characters in the Rescue Me Saga. Kally knows that Happily Ever After takes maintenance, so her couples don’t solve all their problems and disappear at “the end” of their Romance, but will continue to work on real problems in their relationships in later books in the saga.

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C
overed in dirt and squinting against the smoky debris that rained down, Roman Hart growled into his comm piece. “Get me out of here, Rocco.”

“Working on it.” His team leader barked in the background about a new extraction plan. “Hang tight, Roman. Cash, get a move on, man.”

Cash remained radio silent as explosions blasted around Roman. The vibrations killed, his headache raged. Worry churned in his gut that Cash’s target was still active, and Roman hadn’t heard a word from—

“Would help if I had some eyes.” Cash’s words drifted through Roman’s earpiece.

Good. Still alive. Still throwing digs, not that Roman could help the predicament. Seeing as he was Cash’s spotter, this wasn’t the greatest situation. Another blast exploded. Roman took a deep breath, not loving the tight spot he’d found himself in, but, even more, hating that they’d come up empty-handed. The ground shook, burning ash floating from the black sky courtesy of some weapons-stealing asshole with a grenade launcher. “Come on, dude. Take out this guy already.”

“Gimme a minute…”

Whoever was sending grenades Roman’s way was getting closer. Another round of shrapnel and fire rained down. He pinched his eyes closed, waiting.

There was a pause in the blasts, and Roman checked his surroundings. Detonation spots encircled him, basically forming small craters. A few yards right or left, he’d be in pieces. Nothing sounded for more than a minute. His confidence grew that it was almost time to roll.

“You’re good,” Cash said.

“Took long enough.” Roman bolted from his makeshift cover and made his way back toward the team.

“What good is my spotter if he can’t say where the hell my target is?”

Roman grumbled. He
had
told both Cash and Rocco where the dude with the bag of grenades was, but at the time, Cash had still been on the move, not ready to shoot, and their team leader was too busy with the flu, trying to keep down his lunch and not bothering to lose his mic. But when Rocco wasn’t being sick, he was shouting orders. Dude was good like that.

“Get in, get safe,” Rocco muttered.

They had acted on bad intel, gone after stolen codes that could arm an older-than-shit nuke
that had never existed in the first place
. That was, if you read the news reports and believed reporters. Widespread panic had ensued among several foreign governments. Over a weapon that
hadn’t existed
. So Titan had been called in. Boss Man stayed at HQ and Rocco led their team on the ground because a stolen nuke and codes trumped the flu. Rocco hadn’t balked. They’d hit hard, though they’d hit
wrong
, and were lucky to get out with their asses still intact.

If Roman had to guess, Boss Man was in his element tracking the sources of the intelligence screw-ups.

With the weight of a mission gone wrong on his shoulders, Roman arrived to rendezvous. Winters was already there, Cash seconds later. Silent, they shifted in their boots as though each had the ramifications of the day’s fuck-up running through their minds.

Rocco appeared from wherever he’d been bunkered, shaking his head and looking pale, though that probably had less to do with a virus and more to do with a stolen older-than-shit nuke.

“Bad news,” Parker’s voice came through Roman’s earpiece from Titan HQ.

“Don’t wanna hear bad news.” Rocco scrubbed his face.

“Alright, okay news for now. Tagged their phones with a tracker. Soon as one of ’em makes a call, we’re back in business. Roc, Jared’s patching through to you.”

Rocco switched channels and turned away. Seconds later, his face looked darker. “We’ve done what can do here. Load up.” He stopped, putting his hands on his knees and hanging his head.

Everyone took a step back just in case.

Cash squinted. “Maybe a little R and R is needed before the baby comes.”

Rocco laughed harshly. “You think Caterina Savage has any intention of letting the flu in our house? It’d be all, ‘
ay, Dios mio
. Spray down with Lysol.’” He stood, looking like he was going to lose it again, but then recovered and checked his watch. “Chopper approaching from the southwest in less than one.”

As if on cue, the eerily quiet stealth chopper hovered overhead, making ripples in the late-summer air and stirring the dust.

Roman itched to get home. He dug his hand into his pocket and toyed with a small slip of paper at the bottom. Who the hell knew why he kept it, but he did. His fingers had played with it for hours on end, making the thing soften and roll.

“Let’s go, boys.” Rocco stood back, waiting for the team to load first. He had that look in his eyes, wanting to get home, and that had nothing to do with the flu. Winters and Cash hustled too. They were heading home to their women. It’d been a subtle shift as each of them went down that road. But Roman had noticed.

He thought about the woman who’d shoved the paper into his hand, promising it was only one of the many reasons he’d never get her naked. Thinking about that hissy fit over Chinese takeout, he couldn’t help but smile. Beth was something else, and damn if he didn’t want her naked and in his hands.

But for now, all he had was a stupid cookie fortune that said
Beware of short life lines
. It made no sense. Especially didn’t make sense that Beth was using it as an excuse. Then again, when had she ever had an excuse that wasn’t ridiculous? Each one was more absurd than the last, but that was likely because each excuse came with a slew of almosts.

Almost a touch. Almost a kiss. Almost a moment where neither could stop. But they always did.

The girl had a serious set of brakes when it came to him, and man, he loved a challenge. Swallowing her memory, he pulled himself into the chopper. Rocco boarded behind, and then they swayed, lifted, and moved closer to home, closer to her.

Yeah, he wanted her as a distraction from everything nasty that the world had to offer. He looked around, then noticed his serious lack of participation in the general post-mission bullshit as they all stripped gear.