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  Just like he did on the plane, he eased a second finger in to join the first one, each motioning their own tickle of pleasure for her. He knew it worked for her because her torso lifted up off the bed and her eyes stayed closed from the intensity of what he was doing to her. He could feel her very heartbeat pulsating throughout her pussy, powering forward, and pushing toward a second release.

  “Shit! Shit!” she screamed out, grabbing onto the sheet with her fists.

  A relentless moan slipped from her lips even though he hoped she realized he wasn’t through with her. Not by a long shot.

  Nicole’s breath came in short spurts as she returned to this plane of existence. “I’ve, I’ve never…”

  “Never what, Nic?” he teased while his fingers still played at her folds.

  “Never had such a-a-a… you know.”

  He did, but he wanted to hear it from her. “I won’t know until you tell me.”

  She laughed involuntarily which made her have an aftershock that had her shuddering again. “I’ve never come that hard before,” she whispered through labored breath.

  He gave a final lick over her pussy and then crawled up her body. He pressed his mouth to hers, allowing her a sample of her own tanginess on his tongue. They ate at each other’s’ mouth until neither could stand it anymore. Her hands tugged and directed his ass in position over her, grinding herself up toward him. It was all Nick could do not to pierce her right then and there with his rock hard cock that he knew she desperately wanted.

  When he didn’t satisfy her demand, she bit him on the shoulder. Nothing violent or drawing blood, more of an attention getting that had him zeroing in on her brown eyes, now dark and steamy from passion.

  “Norwood Nicholas Taylor the II. Put your cock inside me right fucking now.”

  He laughed hard on the inside and shook on top of her. He couldn’t believe she’d said that. It was the sexiest and dirtiest thing he’d heard in his entire life.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said in a hushed whisper against the side of her mouth.

  He scooted away from her and then stood at the end of the bed.

  “Nick! I told you to—”

  Before she could say anything else, he gently tugged her down the mattress until her pussy was even with his poised cock. Wrapping her legs around him, as they’d done in the bathroom, he set his fingers firmly on her hips and guided his cock into her.

  “Ohhh…” she said as they slid into place.

  He filled her completely, wrapping around each other fully.

  “That’s right,” she moaned out.

  The fact that she wanted him this desperately only heightened the intensity for him. Interestingly, despite them having hot sex on the plane earlier in the day—or yesterday, who knew at this point—she was so tight as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him in further, deeper.

  Nick rocked his hips back and forth and plunged into her fully. His head fell forward, and hers tossed from side to side. He bit down on his lip from the raw passion flowing through him. She groaned and moaned, sexy sounds of satisfaction unlike any he’d ever heard before.

  All for him.

  All because of him.

  “God, Nick. Where did you learn to do things like that?” she asked weakly.

  “Rangers do everything better, sweetheart.”

  She huffed out a laugh. “You cocky bastard.”

  “You love it.”

  “I love your cock in me. Don’t stop fucking me. Please, Nick. Don’t stop fucking me.”

  His sturdy thrusts continued in a rhythmic manner, a full-body orchestration with two instruments. Just the two of them. He lunged deeper, higher, feeling as if he was connecting with the back of her womb. Buried so deep within her that he couldn’t stop himself when the fevered pitch began to overtake him.

  Nicole arched and lifted herself forward into him, riding him like a bucking bronco.

  Faster.

  Harder.

  Together.

  Sweating.

  Panting.

  He couldn’t hold back any longer as the fire raged within him sending him over the edge. He reached his hand in and pinched her clit ever so slightly, causing her to cry out—yelp, in fact—as another orgasm not only tumbled over her, but as it squeezed from him despite all his efforts to make it last longer.

  He held his breath, held on to her, and powered ahead, one, two, three final plunges and then…

  “Ahhh,” He came hot and fast, filling her with his seed and soaking them both with the aftermath of her own earth-shattering orgasm.

  With the last few presses forward, he suddenly realized he hadn’t sheathed himself. He’d foolishly taken her with no protection for either of them. No wonder it was so fucking amazing. He didn’t remember the last time he’d had the pleasure of real skin on skin. God, it was more than he could take and he came all over again with a final bodily jerk against her.

  “Nicole, shit… I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” she asked on a pant.

  “No condom. Shit. I’m sorry,” he repeated.

  She smiled up at him and placed her hands on either side of his face. “It’s all right. I’m on the pill, remember. And, I promise, no diseases.”

  He wasn’t worried about that. He was more concerned with knocking her up and bringing a child into this world. This fucked up, maniacal, twisted world he existed in.

  Although, with her, he felt empowered, human, normal.

  For some reason, the thought of a life, a future with her at his side hit him hard in the gut and cause his dick to pulse and throb even more within her. He squeezed his eyes shut during the next blast of intense pleasure, letting his urges take over as he spasmed through his orgasm and rode the shock wave.

  “Nick… what’s—”

  The start of Nicole’s question stopped short as his final movements extended her climax, and she hissed out a cry that sounded like his name. Neither of them knew what to do when it was over. His body ached from the effort. After a few moments, he lowered onto her in a tight embrace, their sweat, tears, and liquids mingling.

  “Wow,” she said sometime later, stroking his head.

  “Yes,” he muttered into her breasts, trying to catch his breath.

  She cuddled him into her. He didn’t resist, but actually gathered her more tightly to mold her around him. And it felt right.

  If this was what contentment was all about, he’d take it this once.

  32

  Nick

  An hour before dawn, Nick woke up, instinctively, thinking he heard something.

  Then, he realized it was Nicole’s light snore, which made him smile.

  He also couldn’t believe he’d actually slept. Only a few hours, but still, it was more than he usually did and he could only chalk it up to being with Nicole.

  He reached over and swept a few strands of hair off her cheek so he could stare at her face, so gorgeous, peaceful, and serene in sleep. Free from the stress that fueled her right now. He memorized the shape of her mouth and the way her eyelashes—as long as they were—sat almost on the top of her cheeks as she slept.

  There was an actual pang of ache in his chest as he watched over her. Dammit, she’d gotten in. Into the soul of Nick Taylor who didn’t give a shit about anything or care about anyone.

  He wrapped his arm tighter around her and encompassed her breast in his hand. Just to hold her and feel her. She was exhausted from all their intrigues, as well as the power work out they’d had through the night.

  Just as he closed his eyes again, he heard the noise again. No mistaking.

  It wasn’t woodland creatures, as far as he could tell. The sound was something more.

  Slipping out of bed, he carefully eased over to the window and peered outside without shifting the curtain. Sure enough, he saw movement. More than that. He knew in that instant that they weren’t alone. Squinting harder, he could see them. Operatives in black positioning themselves for a morning surprise. They’d be
the astonished ones if he could get in motion fast.

  Dammit, though. The house was completely surrounded.

  How? How could this have happened? No one could possibly know they were here at his safe house, let alone that he even had a safe house.

  His mouth tightened and his fists balled up at his side.

  He stormed into the bedroom and woke up Nicole, not caring that he was rough and rude. Anger seethed through him. It was one thing for her to give herself up, but he wasn’t going down with her.

  “Nick… what’s wrong?” she asked sleepily.

  He didn’t give her the opportunity to wake up fully, but held on to her shoulders and glared right into her eyes.

  “Who did you tell we were here?”

  “No one,” she said meekly.

  “You had to. I didn’t, so who did you tell and how did you do it?”

  He released her, and she sat up clutching the covers to her. “I didn’t tell anyone!”

  “Liar!

  He stormed out of the bedroom and was about to start tearing his own house apart when he remembered the new purse she’d cobbled together with items from the stolen suitcase. As he flipped the purse upside down, Nicole ran out of the bedroom wrapped in the sheet.

  “Nick, don’t!”

  Too late. Out tumbled some cosmetic items, a few bills of money, and a phone.

  The ashen look on her face told her all he needed to know. Well, almost.

  He bent to pick up the phone. “One of mine. You used one of my own phones against me.”

  “It’s not like that.” She rushed forward, but he shifted sideways, avoiding her. Nicole held her hands up and admitted, “I sent a message to my father. No one else, I swear. I needed to let him know I was okay.”

  Nearly frothing with anger, Nick knew he had to think fast. He could yell at her later, but first, he needed her to understand what she’d done. She’d given them up. “You betrayed me,” he said.

  “No, I didn’t. It was just my dad. He’s military, just like you. He taught me to—”

  Fully exasperated now, he grabbed his hair. “It’s not about what your father used to do, Nicole. It’s about who he shared your information with, either through his former chain of command or with whoever he spoke to while I got to safety. I’m not sure how. It could be purely by accident, but your father led those men out there here today.”

  Nicole started shaking her head. Tears filled her eyes. “I can’t believe that. This can’t be happening. Not again.”

  He wasn’t sure what she meant by “not again,” nor did he have time to find out right now.

  “Those guys are armed to the teeth. You can bet they’re not here to gather intel or do reconnaissance. They’re here to finish the job I was sent to do.”

  Shock registered on her face. “And, what was that?”

  “It was to tail you at first, but I won’t lie. Once I realized how complex this was…what was at stake, I knew their plan included more. I was sent to kill you, Nicole. That’s not happening. Not anymore. Yeah, I’m mad as fuck about what you did, but right now, we need to leave.”

  Horror and fear were beginning to overtake her, he could tell. “How can we, when we’re surrounded?”

  “I don’t know,” Nick said honestly. “But we’re going to fucking try.”

  This was a far cry from lounging in bed with a warm, sexy woman and hoping for another blow job.

  No such luck.

  How the hell had Nicole found his burner phones? When had she had the chance to contact her father? Probably when he showered. It didn’t really matter now, though.

  What was done was done.

  The men outside were doing the work he was supposed to do. He’d never wanted to admit that was why he was sent. The “gather intel” was a decoy and a cover for the real mission. Search out and destroy. Just like he’d done in China. Only, this time, he couldn’t pull the trigger. Literally.

  Nicole had redressed in her clothes from the previous day they’d washed and dried overnight. Fear resonated in her dark eyes, and he was certain she hadn’t intentionally tried to get them both killed.

  This was life and death now.

  No doubt about it.

  Those men were here to finish what he couldn’t do. Even though he was highly-skilled and thorough, he and Nicole were clearly outnumbered by at least six or seven men. There was no way he could fight them all off on his own. The only option was for him to leverage the remaining cover of darkness and his knowledge of his property to get Nicole to safety.

  He knew for a fact that the men outside had already disabled his Mustang in some manner. That was what he would have done. That left Nicole and him no other option other than to flee on foot before the sun rose fully.

  Nick retrieved a small lock box from under the sofa and removed a wad of cash, a stack of passports, a handgun with ammunition and a fixed-blade survival knife. He also reached in and took out a picture which he folded and then eased into the breast pocket of the windbreaker he was wearing.

  “Do you have everything?” he asked her.

  Without speaking, she nodded.

  “Good. Come with me. Don’t fight me. Don't ask questions, just do. Got it?”

  She nodded and then added, “I’ve got it.”

  Nick allowed himself a final, long, look around the place, and then told Nicole to follow him out the smaller back door. Tugging on a cord, he shouted out, “Run for the bushes and dive down!”

  Before they got there, a loud, powerful explosion propelled them both into the brush, and debris began to rain down all around them. Nick rolled on top of her, covering her from the scorching hot rubble of what was the house. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a second explosion bathing the property in orange flames with a billowy, thick, black cloud rising up from it.

  It wasn’t what he’d preferred, but he did what he had to do.

  “Fuck!” Nicole exclaimed, crouching to avoid the ashes and sparks. “What just happened?”

  “I did it to buy us some time. But now it’s time to get the fuck out of here.”

  33

  Nicole

  Nicole’s heart was in her throat as she ran after Nick through the woods. She didn’t want to be like all those stupid movie characters who’d trip and fall and then get attacked by the villain, zombies, or whatever was after them.

  She sprinted over branches and slick leaves, careful not to lose her footing as Nick led the way.

  They hadn’t stuck around to do a tally, but by her count, there were at least two or three men—operatives of some sort—who were seriously injured by the blast… or worse. When they were far enough away from the house and ensuing fire, Nick pulled her down into a thicket.

  “Stay here.”

  She grabbed him before he could rush off. “You’re just going to leave me here?”

  “No,” he said, his eyes dimming as dawn approached. “I’ll double back and find us a vehicle.”

  “But, Nick, what if the—”

  Even though she could tell he was still pissed off at her, he kissed her soundly on the lips and said, “This time, do exactly as I’ve fucking instructed you. Got it?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ll be right back. Do not move, Nicole. I mean it.”

  “Go,” she said, now feeling like a scolded child. However, he had every right to treat her that way. It was her fault they were now in this situation. His idyllic, secret retreat had paid the price. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to live that down or get him to forgive her.

  It was all a damn shame considering the magical night they’d spent together, loving each other every way they could.

  She harrumphed at her own choice of words.

  Loving? Was that possible? Could have really been more than fucking each other’s brains out?

  Deep down, she hoped so. Nick was unbelievably sexy, a skilled lover, and he made her laugh, matching her wit for wit.

  She didn’t want things to end. The
y couldn’t.

  He stirred reactions in her she never knew possible and made her want to do all sorts of crazy shit.

  Earlier this morning, after they’d had sex for the third time, he had fallen into a deep, satiated sleep in her arms. She’d wanted to do the same thing, but couldn’t do it. She was consumed with him, his smell, his feel, and she couldn’t doze off yet for wanting more of him. It wasn’t simply how his cock felt inside of her or how he made her come like a water hose. It was his eyes, and his voice, and his gentle, caring touch. The incredible sex was the final bonus on what she felt was the sharpest and most poignant connection she’d ever made.

  She squinted as she tried to make him out. She saw movement and didn’t know whether it was Nick or someone else. Wanting to go to him, she remained where she was, not wanting to go against him this time. She owed him that much for all he’d done for her.

  A few minutes later, an armored vehicle barreled through the woods, crushing brush and bushes as it crawled toward where she was hiding. Her heart raced out of control. This felt like one of those defining moments. A moment of truth. A line in the sand. Life or death. The assault team had found her and were about to end it.

  Which sucked because she and Nick had just found each other and had some real plans and purpose for her life for the first time. More than punching a clock, answering to a boss, or doing a job for however long they chose to employ you. She was tired of bouncing around and trying to figure out who was on her side, who was against her, who wanted to use her for something, and who wanted to toss her aside.

  Fuck them all. Especially the pricks in the Hummer.

  When the lights hit her, highlighting her location, she stood tall, straightening her back, and proudly raising her middle finger to let them know she wasn’t going down without a fight.

  The vehicle swerved and came to a stop next to her. The window rolled down, and Nick smiled out at her.

  “Thatta girl,” he said. “You’ve got balls the size of Maryland.”

  Her shoulders slumped in relief, and she could probably pass out from the adrenaline loss. “Is that a good thing?”