Shadows and Silk (16 page)

“God, Darcy,” he said, turning so the water hit his back. “You drive me crazy.”

The laugh that came from inside her was deep and seductive—the call of a temptress.
“I hope so,” she purred, rubbing her cheek against the length of his rigid cock.

Her hand grasped him at the root, and he sucked in a breath as she licked over the
head with small, fiery kisses, tasting the small drop of come that had gathered at
the tip. She looked up at him—up the hard ridges of his abdomen to the muscular chest,
past his clenched jaw, and into half-closed eyes that were almost
black with desire.

And while they were connected eye to eye, she opened her mouth and took him inside,
circling her tongue over the head before relaxing her throat and taking him down as
far as she could. She closed her eyes in pure bliss, and her nails scraped across
his bunched thighs once before he took hold of her wrists and held them captive.

She used her tongue as she took him down and sucked and swallowed, tightening the
hold she had on him, going down as far as she could until he became too big for her
mouth to fit around.

“Just like that, baby,” he crooned. “It’s so good.”

She tried to pull her hands away from his hold so she could touch him, but he wouldn’t
release her. Her mouth slid off him and she looked up at him.

“You never let me touch you,” she said, her voice raspy. “You always try to hold my
hands down. Why do you do that? I need to touch you as much as you need to touch me.”

Darcy watched as something came into his eyes that looked almost like fear, but he
slowly loosened his grip from her wrists. There was something in his eyes that warned
her she needed to take care of the power he was giving her, and she kept her gaze
steady on him as she
grasped his cock with one hand and held the tight sac below with the other.

His eyes fluttered closed, and he seemed to give in to whatever struggle he’d be
en
waging with himself, because his hands went to the shower wall and he threw his head
back in surrender.

Darcy felt her own juices running down her thighs as he gave her control, and she
took him back in her mouth with a determination meant to blow his mind. Her tongue
worked up and down the rigid shaft, sucking and slurping,
one
hand pumping as
she massaged his balls with the other. Saltiness coated her tongue and she knew he
couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Darcy, I can’t—” he trailed off, his hips pushing against her face of their own accord.
“If you’re going to stop, now’s the time.”

A lone
groan came from her throat and vibrated around his cock, and she grasped his ass
in both hands, opening her mouth wider as he fucked into her. His pleasure was what
mattered most at that moment, and when his buttocks clench
ed
against her hands and his cock seemed to swell in her mouth, she knew he’d reached
that pleasure.

Salty liquid shot down her throat, and she kept swallowing as spurt after spurt of
semen filled her mouth. Her fingers stole between her thighs, pushing into the syrup
that coated her pussy, and she moaned as her fingers flicked over the taut bud of
her clit.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Brant said, pulling his cock from her mouth
slowly, his whole body shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm. “My turn. Though
I’m not sure my legs are working properly.”

Darcy would have laughed, but she was too close to the edge herself.
Her fingers dipped inside her pussy as she felt the water go off in the shower, and
then strong arms were lifting her from the floor.

“I need you now,” she heard herself beg, too
far gone
to care about anything but release.

“For once we’re going to make it to a bed,” he said, lifting her into his arms.

He didn’t bother to dry them off, and he carried her straight into the bedroom, laying
her on the white cloud of
a bed that dominated the room.
The sheets were soft and smooth
as he came over her,
and her legs parted automatically to pull him in
.

She was already wet and ready for him, and the push of his hot flesh against her entrance
had her holding her breath as she stretched around him. His eyes held her captive
as he kept pushing into her, and she watched as a bead of
water
dripped
from his
hair down
to his cheek.
The feel of him inside
her was almost too much—she was too full—too stretched. But he didn’t give her a
respite. He worked his way inside until she felt his testicles
resting
against her vaginal lips.

Her lungs burned and she inhaled sharply, taking in the oxygen she’d been depriving
herself. She felt him
throb,
hot and hard inside of her, and the fact that he’d just come hadn’t seemed to affect
his desire for her. She lifted her hips and her legs, circling them around his lower
back, and she felt him jerk inside of her as she clenched her internal muscles.

“You’re not playing fair, baby. This will be over before we even get started.”

“I’m about two seconds from coming, Brant Scott. I don’t have the patience for you
to get more started than we already are.”

He laughed softly, and she felt the rumble all the way between her legs. Her eyes
fluttered closed as the sensation washed over her and she flexed around him again,
determined to take the edge off.

He pressed her hips to the mattress with his own, keeping her from being able to move,
and he stroked his hands up her sides, trailing briefly across her breasts before
he continued the path up her arms. She didn’t realize what he was doing until he held
her hands above her head.

Her eyes snapped open, and she tried to buck against him, but he was too strong.

“I want my hands,” she panted as he started to move—one long stroke—before he held
her hips captive again. “Give them to me now.
I won’t be restrained by you
. We either go into this as equals or not at all.”

The struggle on his face was almost painful to see, but she held her ground. They
were going to get to the bottom of this sooner or later. Sooner if she had her way
about it.

Brant’s hands clenched tighter around her wrists for the briefest of seconds, and
he took that opportunity to pull almost all the way out—until the head of his cock
was barely inside of her—and then he gave her another slow thrust that had her writhing
with frustration and need.

She was just about to demand he release her again when he rolled them across the bed,
and she found herself
sprawled
on top of him.
Her
wet
hair trailed over her shoulder and
lay like ropes on
his chest, and she slowly sat up, watching his eyes and some internal struggle the
entire time.

When they’d been together four years ago, she hadn’t paid much attention for his need
to dominate her in the bedroom. Their first time had been a wild frenzy of lust. The
second time just as crazed as the first, but even then he’d held her captive beneath
him while he’d almost dared her to do something about it.

“Brant,” she said, shaking her head as she sat up. She was still impaled on him, and
her breath
caught
as he seemed to go deeper inside of her, finding an internal place that hadn’t been
explored yet.
His stomach and chest muscles were rigid beneath her, and she moved to get off of
him. Making love shouldn’t put a look of panic into your lover’s eyes.

“No,” he said, holding her hips so she couldn’t move. “Ride me.”

She shook her head again, but he wouldn’t be deterred. He pressed her down until she
was seated to the hilt, and her head dropped back on her shoulders at the sensation
of him filling her.

“That’s it, baby. Just feel me. Milk me with that sweet pussy.” His hands relaxed
against her hips and he moved them to her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his
fingers as she began to ride.

It wasn’t long until she was lost in the pleasure, until the heat suffused her and
electrical currents were shooting up her spine. Her knees clutched his hips and her
hands found purchase on his chest, and she rode up and down the thick length of his
cock with nothing but that end goal of release in mind. She felt his fingers move
to her clit, and one touch was all it took before she clamped around him. Liquid heat
poured from her core and she shuddered and trembled above him as the climax claimed
her.

She would have crumpled to his chest, her muscles were so lax, but he sat up beneath
her and his mouth clamped around her nipple.

“Ahh,”
she
moaned
as another spasm moved through her.

His fingers would likely be imprinted on her
skin,
they were holding her hips so tight. His cock swelled inside of her and he slammed
home one last time as she felt his come shooting deep inside of her, coating he
r walls with spurt after spurt of semen.

“Darcy,” he cried out as he shuddered one last time. His arms came around her and
she buried her face in his neck. Their hearts beat as one,
and
there were no words for the emotions rioting through her body.

If he couldn’t see and feel the love she had for him, then it was hopeless, because
she hadn’t been able to hold it inside once she’d seen that look of vulnerability
cross his face. Tension seeped into the bliss of the aftermath, and she finally pulled
away, gasping as their bodies disconnected, and she rolled to her side away from him.

She expected him to get up and go to the other room. To put some physical space between
them to go with the emotional distance that was sure to come, but she felt the bed
dip beside her as he lay down.
Her body was stiff as he put his arm around her and snuggled close, their bodies fitting
together like spoons. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke, and she found
herself disappointed that he wasn’t going to explain what had happened while they’d
been making love.

“We need to get up and moving,” he said. “A new situation has developed.
Five girls were kidnapped early this morning by Ramos and his men
. They’re being held for ransom, but there’s no telling what Ramos will do to them
in the meantime. He likes to try out his drugs on his victims and give them to his
men to share. We need to find them fast. Which means we need to
get a first hand look at some of those glyphs and see if there’s something you might
have missed in the photographs
.”

Darcy put her own problems out of her mind. She and Brant would have time to come
to terms later, but those girls might already be out of chances.

“Have they found any new glyphs that might lead to the girls?” she asked, scooting
out of his arms and getting out of bed.

She looked back at
him and her heart fluttered in
her chest. He was so beautiful
.
He lay without covers in the middle of the bed without any self-consciousness at all,
his body hard and muscled, his cock twitching against the sheets as she took her time
looking him over.
The sigh escaped before she could help it and she forced herself to go to the suitcases
in the living area they had yet to unpack.

A pair of
olive green
shorts and a
matching
halter w
ere folded at the top of her suitcase
, and she grabbed a lacy white thong from the selection of lingerie packed. She wouldn’t
be able to wear a bra with the halter top, which was just as well, because it was
too damned hot for extra layers.

“Where are we going first?” she asked, pulling on her clothes and then
pulling on thick socks and her hiking boots
.
She knew from experience that
some
of the ruins were
an arduous hike
. Her hair would be in the way while she was working, so she pinned it up in a knot
on top of her head and watched
Brant pull on khaki shorts and another loose
button-up
shirt.

“Let’s drive into Chiapas
,” he said
.
“
That’s where the
coordinates for the
last victim w
ere
found, and it isn’t too far of a drive. We’ll be able
to get back before dark,
but we’ll take a driver
for extra precaution.”

Darcy didn’t like the fact that all of her clothing was too minimal to effectively
hide a weapon, but she slipped her knife and the Sig Brant had acquired for her into
her backpack along with a camera, her notebooks, and a couple of bottles of water.
She watched Brant gather up a bunch of pictures Declan must have left
,
and he put them back into an envelope before hiding them in a hidden compartment
in his suitcase.