Page 11 of Riggs (The Maddox BRAVO Team #2)

Riggs

First rule of security protection detail, don’t fall for an asset. I don’t know how it happened. I’ve never been a man who has never followed protocol. I’ve always been one to make sure that all the rules are followed.

Dean met his wife while on a mission to keep her safe. Sawyer met Camille a few months ago while assigned to protect her.

I’ve heard of it happening before with other men who work for Maddox Security. Boone, Orion, Lincoln, Ranger, even Asher fell in love last summer while pretending to date the daughter of a wealthy businessman.

And now here I am. Is it love? Fuck, it might be. It most likely is. Who am I kidding? How can you not take one look at Vanessa Mercado and not fall in love with her.

My body’s a livewire, ready to explode. I move over top of her, gazing into her eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I tell her truthfully.

“How long?”

“Since the moment you walked into Camille’s house that day. I knew you were trouble.”

She laughs lightly, and I thrust my body against hers. “The good kind of trouble I hope.”

I smile wider. “The best kind.”

There’s too many clothes between us. I stand from the bed, moving closer. I gaze down at Vanessa in the bed, her dark hair splayed out along the pillow.

She’s fucking gorgeous. And she knows it. Her eyes clock my movements, and I lower my pants, doing a little striptease just for her.

I peel my shirt over my head and drop it, the cotton whispering across the floorboards, then thumb open my belt and step out of my pants.

Cool air skims over sweat-warmed skin; the lamplight catches every line I’ve earned—shoulders cut from a thousand presses, the rope of my forearms, the old scar that tracks my left rib like a map crease. She inhales, sharp and helpless.

“Wow,” she breathes, eyes wide and hungry. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many muscles on a man before.”

Pride hits dead center in my chest, a heavy, satisfied thud.

Every predawn lift, every mile under weight, every hour grinding through drills feels worth it for the way she’s looking at me now.

I let her stare. I soak it in, greedy for the way her gaze roams slow—collarbone, chest, the cut of my abdomen, lower—heat blooming wherever her attention lands.

“Come here,” I tell her, voice low.

She rises from the bed like a tide, unhurried, hips rolling the smallest bit without trying.

Fingers toy with the hem of her shirt, a teasing lift that shows an inch of warm skin, then two, as she closes the distance.

Her mouth is still kiss-bruised, the color deep and perfect.

Her hair is a beautiful mess I put there and want to get lost in again.

We end up toe-to-toe, breath sharing the same inch of air, and I can’t help the curve that pulls at my mouth as I tip my chin down to meet her eyes.

“You’ve got way too many clothes on for my liking.” I lift her shirt over her head, and she laughs lightly.

I step back, her full breasts on display for me. “I’ve been dreaming about these for months.” I cup one breast in my hand, and glide a thumb over her nipple. It pebbles right before my eyes, and I lean in to capture it with my mouth.

Her arms fly around my neck, her fingers digging into my thick hair. “Yes, Riggs.” She moans as I suck her nipple between my teeth.

I focus my attention back on the task at hand. Her clothes. I want to see all of her. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, and glide them down her legs, lowering as I do until I’m on my knees.

And oh what a place to be. I gaze up at her, my eyes roaming over every inch of smooth skin. I start at her ankles, sliding my hands up both her legs, until I’m resting them on her hips. I reach for her panties, taking them off in one fell swoop until she’s completely exposed for me.

I push her thighs apart, completely hungry for her. My tongue pushes through her wetness, and I get my first taste of Vanessa Mercado, and I’m fucking hooked.

Something snaps inside me, but I turn into a beast. Feral, I press her down to the mattress, and crawl closer to the edge of the bed. I fling her legs over my shoulder so I can get a better angle.

She moans as soon as my tongue comes into contact with her soft skin once again. Her pussy’s wet just for me, and I want to lick every last drop from her.

I swipe my tongue over her heated skin, and suck along her clit as her nails scrape down my back. I use my fingers to trace every inch of her as I suck her clit between my teeth.

“Oh, Riggs,” she calls out and it turns the blood in my veins to fire. “I’ve been dreaming about you for months too.” Her hands fly into my hair, pulling and threading each strand. “Yes, more.”

She asks for more, so I give it to her. I suck, nibble, and gently bite at her overheated skin. She thrusts her hips against my face, and my cock hardens instantly. I need to fuck her.

Now.

But first… I need to make her come all over my tongue. I get to work, my tongue working different angles and pressure points until she’s nothing but a sloppy mess before my very eyes.

She’s panting, her breathing heavy as she grips onto me tighter. “I’m right there,” she sing-songs, and my chest fills with pride.

“Come all over me,” I tell her as I focus back on her clit, applying the right amount of pressure for her to detonate.

She comes, and it’s spectacular. Like all the stars have fully aligned, and I want to be the type of man who lives here forever.

I watch as her body calms, and then I smile.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks with a lazy smile. The type of smile that lets me know she’s fully satiated.

“You,” I tell her. “You’re something else.”

“C’mere,” she whispers, holding out both hands for me to come to her.

I do, because when a beautiful woman beckons you to her, you do it. No questions asked. I rise, sliding onto the bed in one movement, and position myself right between her legs. I’m so ready to slam home inside her, but I also want to take my time with her. Savor her.

“You look like you’re trying to solve a puzzle.”

I laugh lightly. “I’m trying to be gentle with you. Trying to be a good man, but…” my words fall away, unsure of how I want to word exactly what I’m thinking.

“But what?” She smiles, a sultry little smile. “You’re trying to be good, but you want to be bad?”

“Not so much bad,” I say. “More like so fucking naughty.”

Her eyes light up. “I can handle naughty. Why don’t you show me what you got.”

I laugh again, because this woman is full of surprises. I hoist up on both hands beside her head, and kiss her. I kiss her like the fate of the world depends on it. I kiss her with the most passion I’ve got in this world.

She kisses me with the same amount of fervor, and my cock begs to fuck her raw. I don’t ask about birth control, although a good man would.

I fist my cock in one hand, and glide it through her wetness, pushing the tip in slightly.

“I thought you were going to show me naughty?” she asks, and I smile.

I slam into her, in one punishing stroke. A move that has her yelping out loud. “Is that what you want?” I ask her.

“Yes. Give me more,” she screams out, not caring who hears.

It urges me on, making me a little more carefree… and for me that’s all-telling. I turn into an animal, no longer caring who’s paying attention. I slide in and out of her as she holds on for dear life. I buck like a crazed man, but am just gentle enough to make sure she’s enjoying herself too.

And then I break loose, my body bucking toward a release I’ve wanted since the first moment I laid eyes on her so many months ago.

“You’re mine. This is not for pretend. This is not to sell some story, Vanessa. Your body is mine. Mine to do what I want with.”

“And what do you want to do with me?” she asks, and the way her voice sounds so gentle and innocent turns me on even more.

“All the things,” I tell her. “Like I want to pin you up against the wall and see how my cock looks as I fuck you from behind.”

“Do it,” she whispers, and I’ve got her out of the bed before she can even say another word.

I push her up against the wall, our mouths attacking one another as our tongues fight for control. I take a step back, looking at the way she looks up against the wall. “You’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She runs her lower lip between her teeth. “Really?”

I nod, erasing the inches between us. “Fuck yes.” I spin her around, my hands on her waist as I slap her ass. I slam my cock inside her, watching her full ass as I keep pushing deeper inside her. “So fucking sexy,” I whisper as I push in deeper.

She leans her body, her face pressed against the wall. Her hands hold her up as she arches her back just for me. I grip the flesh of her ass cheek as I keep pumping my cock deeper and deeper inside her.

She handles me so fucking well, and I keep going, my mind turning to complete mush. The whole world could attack, and I think the only thing I’d be hyperfocused on is … her . Vanessa. I glide my free hand up the spine of her back, along her silky skin, memorizing every perfect fucking inch of her.

My balls tighten the closer I get toward my orgasm. I chase it, wanting to empty myself deep inside her.

“Ah, Riggs. Yes.” Vanessa’s words are like music to my ears, and she moans the most beautiful moans as I keep fucking her. I push my pinky into her mouth, and then push it against the puckered hole of her ass.

She nearly bucks out of control on contact and I smile with pride as I push my pinky in, knuckle deep.

“Take it. Breathe, Vanessa. You handle me so well.” I move my other hand around her body and toy with her clit. She’s completely out of control at this point, and I just basically hold on as my pinky sinks deeper into her ass. “You like being filled up by me, don’t you?”

“Yes. fuck, yes,” she hollers out, her moans increasing as I keep playing with her clit. I begin pumping my pinky inside her ass, and she loses control. A string of unintelligible words empties out of her as I keep fucking her.

“Yes, take my cock. You’re so fucking needy for me.” I’m so fucking close. I keep pushing, thrusting, and fucking her more and more. My cock pushes inside her in and out. Over and over again.

“Oh, Riggs. My legs can barely hold me up,” she calls out, and I move instant fast. Lightning quick. I fling her onto the bed, my body moving to fill her up with my cock again. Both my hands are braced on the bed as I keep fucking her.

My mouth hangs close to her ear. “You liked having me in your ass, huh?”

“Yes,” she whispers, completely spent. “Yes, more please.”

I push my thumb into her mouth, and then lower it, pressing it to her ass. I push my thumb further into her ass, and she comes again. This time she’s completely out of control, yelling and screaming as my whole body vibrates.

“I’m so fucking close, Vanessa.”

“Do it, come inside me,” she calls out, and her hair’s a wild mess of dark curls.

I push my thumb deeper into her ass as my cock’s nearly ready to burst. “Your sweet little cunt feels so good coming all over me.” And then I lose control, my body jerking and jolting as I come deep inside her.

She collapses to the mattress, and I smile as I look down at her. I pull out of her and rush off to the bathroom to get her and myself cleaned up.

I stare at myself in the mirror as I wet a washcloth. “You fucker. This is the first time in your life you broke protocol.”

When I head back into the room, Vanessa’s already passed out. I watch her for a moment before I clean her up. Then I tuck her into bed, making a solemn promise to never let my emotions jeopardize this mission.