Page 61 of Stand: Part One

I smirked, taking another sip of my whiskey.

“And then we liberate the locals.”

Scott nodded, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as his eyes went back to the laptop screen. This wasn’t our first rodeo. And Scott had a particular fetish for international influence and disaster.

Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t be able to direct anything in the actual field since there couldn’t be any ties that would lead back to us. He’d have plenty of other chances, though.

“If things are about to heat up the way I think they are, then I’ll need to speed up the training of the new recruits,” Scott said as he began typing something.

I nodded in agreement. We were going to need all hands-on deck very soon, and we couldn’t afford to have failures among the ranks. No weak links. This meant, as much as I wanted to hold out just a little longer, I had to stop stalling with Jaden and let her finally walk again. It would be detrimental to keep her bedridden when things were about to escalate, and I couldn’t risk leaving her so vulnerable anymore.

It was time to get her ass moving again, and knowing her, she’d be all too eager to jump straight into the fire. I’d still have to keep it controlled so she didn’t overdo it and send herself right back to where she started. She’d still hate me for it, but that had never concerned me before. She’d learn to be grateful for what little steps I did grant her. Even if they were still just baby steps.

18

Step Up

I felt hot. Really hot. My breathing was heavy and my blood was rushing like crazy. What was going on? I groaned in confusion as a burst of pleasure shot straight through my clit and made its way up my body, making it bend and shudder of its own volition.

Fuck.

Opening my eyes, I pushed my messy hair out of my face to find my knees spread wide to accommodate the broad bare shoulders of a beast in action.

“Oh God,” I moaned, throwing my head back against the pillows as Darren’s tongue turned me into a goddamn puddle. “What are you doing?”

His only answer was the single finger he easily slid inside me, rubbing gently against my inner walls, pumping in and out at a leisurely pace. I felt my back bending as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, my hands gripping the bedsheets in desperation. Darren was slow and methodical, like he was reacquainting himself and taking his sweet-ass time with it.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he pressed a second finger inside, his mouth sucking on my clit until it grazed between his teeth, making me jolt from the sudden tick of pain. But his tongue returned and teased the sting away while his fingers rubbed against my G-spot, his thrusts becoming more vigorous with each moan I gifted him in kind.

By the time he inserted a third finger, I was coming. So. Fucking. Hard. All over his hand, and all over his face.

A growl of approval rumbled from his chest as his heavy arm clamped down over my hips to keep me still. He never let up, his hands and mouth laying waste to my pussy with vigor, commanding my orgasm like he owned it.

My cries of ecstasy rang throughout the room, rewarding him with the only praise he’d ever get from me. Wordless, but unequivocally clear. And it was enough for him. For now.

When he rose from between my legs, a devious smile crept up his face as he dragged his stubbled cheek along my inner thigh.

“Good morning,” he murmured softly, placing a soft kiss against my skin. I was still catching my breath, trying not to glare at him for the sexual ambush. I didn’t get much time to recover before he was crawling up my body, the dark hunger in his eyes making my stomach clench. “I have a proposition for you,” he drawled, trailing light kisses up my torso.

His lips stopped at my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking. On a whimper, my back arched again, my hands gripping his shoulders while his tongue slowly swirled over the hardening bud. His hand moved for my other breast, gripping and kneading, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my nipple until it too hardened for him.

I could feel Darren’s steel cock resting over my pelvis, the heat of his skin practically searing mine as he purposely bumped it against my clit. It was painfully obvious what he wanted, and I was honestly surprised he’d held out as long as he had.

When his mouth finally released me, I was breathless all over again, my focus shot to absolute shit as his hands took mine and laced our fingers together, pressing them into the pillows.

“This means you have something to offer me,” I whispered, trying to regain my composure. “Something I’ll want.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed deeply, lowering his face to gently rub his nose along mine.

“I’m listening.”

He pulled away just enough for me to catch the fire building in his eyes, that hunger growing into a dark and dangerous inferno. A sly grin was my only warning before he pushed himself inside me, making me gasp and tense as he filled me up to the brim.

“Oh fuck,” I huffed in shock.

Darren groaned with pure satisfaction, his eyes flashing with a dark and possessive look as he hovered above me. His hands released mine to roam down the sides of my body, leaving behind a wake of heat over my skin.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered under his breath as he seated himself all the way inside me.