Page 26 of Guarding Grace (Hawk Security #2)

Grace

I whimpered when Terry broke the kiss way earlier than I expected or wanted. When he said he wanted to fuck my brains out, I went sopping wet. No one had talked dirty to me like that before.

The professional businesswoman in me should have been repulsed, but the cavewoman was loose, and she liked that she brought out the animal in her man.

He leaned over and scooped me up in his arms—as if I wasn’t five foot nine with curves. “You’re coming to my bed.”

His eyes were molten desire, and I couldn’t help myself. “We could do it in the backseat of your sexy car.”

“I was thinking of spreading you out on the hood,” he joked.

“Okay.” That naughty image sent a surge of tingles to my lady parts. What would it be like to be taken by this man that way?

But wild was not a word anybody used to describe me, and when he started down the stairs, fear reared its ugly head. “You were joking, right?”

He stopped. “Not that adventurous?”

He’d called my bluff. “With my cut, maybe the bed would be better.”

“Okay.” He turned us around and went back up the stairs. “But since you suggested it, the hood of the car is going on the list.”

Goddamn , that thought was hot. I leaned into his strong warmth and closed my eyes. This was where I belonged .

When we reached his bedroom, he set me on my feet.

After licking my lips, I stretched up and brushed my tongue over his mouth.

He groaned with me as our mouths crashed together. The kiss was feverish. We were all gas and no brake. His fingers bit into my ass, but he carefully avoided my injury.

I am not a weak damsel. The cavewoman was in charge and words I’d never said before came out hoarsely as I pulled my top off. “I want you to fuck me now.” I couldn’t believe I’d asked him to fuck me using exactly those words.

He reached behind me, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. His gaze ignited as he looked down at my chest. “You have the greatest tits.”

“You’re talking too much,” I answered as I cupped his erection.

“You asking me to sink my cock deep inside your pussy, baby?”

“God, yes…” I whimpered. I was putty in his hands. His words and the feel of his length eliminated any filter. “Take me. Fuck me like you mean it, like I’m yours.”

“You are mine.”

“Then take me. I’m yours,” I mumbled into his mouth.

“Not yet…” He hissed when I went for his belt. Instead, he laid me on the bed and settled next to me, urging my legs apart.

I lifted a knee and turned toward him to take the pressure off my injured butt cheek. For the longest time, we lay there, facing each other, his fingers tracing my curves and circling my breasts, but not touching my nipples.

“Don’t rush it,” he said as I reached down again.

Somehow, he’d shifted from dirty-talking, going-to-fuck-my-brains-out Terry to slow-and-teasing Terry.

“As you command, sir.” Following his lead, I ran my hands under his shirt and over the hard ridges of his chest and abs, stopping above his belt and feeling the warmth of his powerful body.

Leaning in, he whispered, “That’s better,” before nibbling my earlobe.

I shivered as he kissed his way down my neck and along my collarbone. “That tickles.”

My complaint only resulted in him lavishing the same kisses on the other side of my neck and shoulder. He switched to a teasing figure-eight pattern over and around my chest.

My breasts felt so full and responsive, I wondered if I’d get a nipplegasm when he finally reached the little buds. I’d never had a guy, correct that, a man treat me like this. I’d clearly only been with boys before.

“Tell me,” he whispered in my ear .

I raked my fingers through his hair, briefly considering forcing his head down to my breasts. “What?”

“Are you wet for me?”

“As a fire hydrant.” And that was no joke.

He nibbled my earlobe again. “Last chance to come to your senses. I warned you, I’m not a good man.”

He’d actually said he wasn’t good for me. There was a difference, a big one. But that only heightened my desire. “I’m all in.”

“Hang on, baby.” He cupped my breast and tweaked the nipple.

“You have no idea how hard you make me.” He pulled me against the rock-hard bulge in his pants.

“Remember, you are mine.” He ran his knuckles over my nipples.

They responded by instantly hardening into even tighter buds.

His head lowered to suck on one nipple while he caressed the other breast.

I closed my eyes and moaned, spearing my fingers into his hair.

He released my nipple with a pop. “I want you so much I’m not going to last long.”

I pulled his head up so he could read the truth in my eyes. “Then fuck my brains out already.” I yearned for the experience I’d read about but never had.

“You want it quick and hard, baby?”

Looking over the abyss, I jumped. “I want it all. Everything you’ve got.

” I’d had way too much quick action from guys, but I’d never had hard—and I’d also had a really shitty two days.

I wanted the raw masculinity of this man, the passionate animal I brought out in him.

I showed him by grabbing his erection through his pants and squeezing.

“I love your tits,” he said as he leaned down to the other breast.

Though it felt amazing, with him hunched over me, I couldn’t reach him the way I wanted. So I settled for pulling the hem of his shirt up and raking my nails over his back. That’s when my fingers encountered a rough scar.

I knew he’d been injured overseas, but he’d never talked about it. I traced around and over it several times. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Releasing my nipple, he gave me the same answer Pete had given me the time he’d been wounded. “Classified.”

Fuck, I hated that everything our bravest men did was top secret.

“Mission went bad?”

He nodded. “Very. We lost one guy and…we almost lost more.”

I tried again. “You got shot?”

“Mortar wound. ”

“I can’t imagine how terrible that must have been.” He was just like Pete had been, waving off the injury as part of the job.

He took a deep breath. I stayed quiet, hoping for more.

“The guy I was with died. I lost half a kidney and had to leave the Marines.” His words carried pain.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He shrugged. “I joined LAPD SWAT because one and a half kidneys were good enough for them, and that brought me here, to you. So in a way, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

And there was the good in Terry Goodwin. He’d spent years putting his life on the line, doing the hard jobs so the rest of us could sleep safely, protecting others, and now me.

“You’re talking too much,” I reminded him.

In a quick move, he covered me with his hard, heavy body. I yelped in surprise, but relished the passion in spite of my wound. He pinned my wrists above my head and began a long kiss. I squirmed at first. Like all our interactions, this was partly a battle. That was our dynamic.

Knowing I’d lost, I gave in. But with him ravaging me like this, I’d actually won what I realized I’d secretly wanted for the longest time—the strength and passion of this man directed at me. “Is that all you got, big guy?” I teased when he broke the kiss.

He released my hands and sat up to pull off my skirt.

I raced to unzip the zipper before he ripped it. A second later I was bare to him since I hadn’t found my panties from before.

“I bet you have no idea how gorgeous you are.”

My blush came unbidden.

“If you want to torture me, wear a thong tomorrow. I’ll be hard all the damned day knowing what’s under your skirt.”

“That can be arranged,” I said with a lick of my lips—any way to get to him was a good way.

He yanked off his shirt and tossed it to the floor with my clothing.

When one of those clever fingers finally split my soaked folds, I moaned long and loud. Then a sharp gasp escaped me when it slowly entered me.

He followed that with a second finger. “Wet is right.” As he slid in and out of me, his thumb found my clit.

I rocked into his hand. “Terry.” I grabbed for his belt.

“No. You’re going to come for me first. You’re going to come on my hand before you get my cock.” As he settled next to me, his other hand stroked my breast and teased my nipple.

I continued rocking into his hand, taking the pleasure he doled out .

“Or you can come on my hand and my cock,” he added after a moment. His thumb didn’t let up, nor did his breast play.

My hips kept bucking to the rhythm of his hand. Unstoppable moans escaped me as he tickled that secret spot inside my channel and strummed my clit. With incredible speed, the ecstasy built, and I felt the cliff approaching. “I’m gonna come.” My hissed words matched the desperation I felt.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He added pressure on my clit.

As much as I wanted this to go on forever, I couldn’t hold off. My eyes clamped shut. He sucked on my nipple, and I came splintering apart into a million desperate shards, crying out his name. The waves rolled over me, my inner muscles convulsing on his fingers.

When the waves receded, the limpness arrived, and I opened my eyes again. His beautiful face came into focus, gigantic smile and all.

He brought his hand up and proceeded to lick and suck his fingers. “Baby, you taste so sweet.”

Yes, we had arrived at a place I hadn’t visited before—Dirtyville—and it excited me. I reached for his belt. “That was great. Now it’s your turn, and we’re not answering a phone this time.”

Of course great was way too mild a word for the experience he’d given me.

He got off the bed and rummaged through one drawer and then another of his nightstand. “Gotcha.” He held up a condom.

“Only one?” I teased.

He extracted the condom box from the drawer and rattled it. “I think this should do us for tonight.”

Staying off my bad side, I leaned up on my elbow. “Sounds like a challenge.”

He grinned as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

His cock was not only plenty long enough, but also impossibly thick and so hard it sprung up like a flagpole—a certified pussy destroyer. He fisted it and gave himself a stroke.

That cranked up my desire another notch.

Tearing open the condom packet with his teeth, he threw it to me. “Help me put this on.”

Before, my boyfriends had always taken care of this, so tonight was one for challenges. I knelt on the bed as he came over, his cock bobbing as he moved. I could have watched it all day. Grabbing the beast, it was time for another first for me .

He moaned as I licked the drip of precum off his tip. The taste was salty.

“Faster, baby. I love your hands on me, but I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your sweet pussy and fuck your brains out like you want.” He grunted as I rolled the latex down. We were deep in the dirty-talk zone.

Seeing the effect my hands had on him, I took my time finishing the job.

Terry

My cock was rock hard, and she tantalized me with her touch, rolling the rubber on inch by inch—sweet torture from my beautiful woman.

“Lie back,” I told her when she’d finished.

Instead, she continued stroking me. “How do you get so hard?”

I was going to blow if she kept working me with her hands. “I can’t help it. I see your luscious tits. I taste your sweet pussy. This is what you do to me. I want you so badly. Now lie back. I can’t wait.”

She did, but then said, “This isn’t going to work. My butt still hurts.”

“All fours then. I’ll be gentle.” That was a promise I knew would be difficult to keep. Her pussy was plenty wet, but also tight. “Tell me if I’m in too far.”

She rolled over and, with her ass in the air, rested on her elbows. “I didn’t ask for gentle,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin.

I spread her knees a little farther, positioned my head at her entrance, and pushed in slowly. Proving that she didn’t want slow and easy, she shoved back against me, impaling herself on my cock.

The sensation was otherworldly. “Baby, you feel perfect, slick and tight like you were made for me.” Grabbing her hips, I started to thrust, careful to not go too deep. Some women couldn’t handle my length in this position.

A few thrusts later, she surprised me again by pushing back. I ended up in her all the way to the hilt without a cry of pain. She was a tall girl, and big in the dimensions that mattered.

I always enjoyed sex, but the feel of my sweet Grace taking my cock was something else—a white-hot need to possess her in each and every way.

Knowing now that I wouldn’t hurt her, I pistoned into her hard and fast. Her little yelps of pleasure filled the room, the perfect music to go with the slaps of flesh on flesh as I gave her exactly what she’d asked for.

“Oh God, Terry, don’t stop.” Her voice was husky with need as she looked over her shoulder again.

Stopping was impossible now.

“Fuck, I’m close…” She moaned as she continued to push against me.

I brought a hand around her and found her clit. Pressing and stroking it was like hitting her ignition button.

“Terry…” She rocked harder, panting.

“Look at me, baby,” I commanded.

She did. Our eyes locked. Her mouth opened and her body shuddered as her orgasm rolled over her. Her spasms gripped me like a fist and milked my release out of me. I gave it one last plunge and held deep as my body locked up and the spurts began in a pattern that couldn’t be controlled.

Panting hard, she leaned back against me. “That was something else.”

“Yeah,” I agreed as I pushed her forward to collapse on the bed. I settled to the side, with one leg and an arm over her. The continued tingling in my cock said something else didn’t begin to describe it. I wasn’t done with this intriguing, infuriating woman—not even close.

She turned her head toward me and pulled me close for a kiss.

After a few minutes, I got up to take care of the condom, and when I returned, I got my Kitten under the covers and snuggled behind her. I kissed her hair, finding the spooning position naturally comfortable.

She purred. “Why did we wait so long for this?”

“Because we spent all our time arguing over little shit.”

She took in a deep breath. “I’ll try to be better about that.”

“Me too.” It had all been my fault. The damned bro code was my excuse—an unwritten promise to Pete that I hadn’t let go of until today. I knew in my soul this was right where I should be.

After waiting forever to get to this point, Grace and I made up for lost time twice more in the middle of the night, and each time felt as good as the first. My little Kitten was a sex fiend, and I wasn’t complaining one bit.