Authors: Desiree Holt
Tags: #Romance, #erotic, #Suspense, #Desiree Holt
“Two
things,” Rider told him. “Number one, where you are now is not meant as a long
term institution. Number two, you’ve committed some of the most heinous crimes
on the books. Oh, you may not have gotten blood on your hands directly, but your
greed paid for death and destruction. You don’t deserve a prison with greater
privileges. Add the fact Serrano and El-Salaki will put the word out to any of
their men who are already in prison to take you out at the earliest
opportunity. While your death would be no loss to us, it would please me more
to see you shut up like the rat you are for the rest of your natural life.” He
stood up and called, “On the door.”
A guard
opened the door to the room from the outside and Max headed toward it.
“Wait,”
Bennett called. “I want to ask you something.”
Max
paused, turned. “What is it?”
“Haggerty?
What’s become of him? I thought of him as a son and he betrayed me.”
For a
moment, rage contorted Max Rider’s face, a rage so potent it made Bennett
recoil. “Trey Haggerty did his country—and others—a great service. He’s well
beyond your reach.”
Then
Rider strode from the room and two muscular guards lifted Bennett from his
chair to take him back to his cell. He wondered if he’d have the strength to
kill himself.
*****
Trey
stood on the deck of the cabin, gazing down to the shoreline and across the
water where the surface riffled in the light breeze. Naked except for the heavy
quilt wrapped around him, he drew in a deep breath. Although the air still held
the freshness of spring, the touch of summer floated around the edges. Max had
flown them here to the rocky coast of Maine three weeks ago, dead of night, in
a helicopter as black as the one he’d arrived in at Joe’s.
“I hope
it won’t be for long,” he told them, handing them the keys to an SUV parked in
the driveway. “Meanwhile, the cabin’s fully stocked. There’s even firewood, if
it gets cold at night. Don’t go anywhere except into the little village and
don’t contact anyone who isn’t on the list.”
He’d
repeated the litany over and over. They’d had one long weekend at a location
just as remote where both sets of parents had been flown for a brief reunion.
Homeland Security also had eyes on both couples until they’d completed the
operation. Or at least the key parts of it, Max reminded them.
They had
secure satellite phones to communicate with their parents and Max. Trey’s house
had been acquired in a quiet transaction, also through Homeland Security, his
belongings packed up and stored. All in a secure, secret process. Max had also
given them a large envelope full of cash to use for any purchases.
“No
credit cards. No paper trail. Not until everything is taken care of and we can
help you settle into some sort of normal life.”
So here
they were, living what seemed an unreal existence. By day, they explored the
area or wandered into the village, even tried their hand at fishing with
hilarious results. At night, they curled up in front of the fireplace and read
aloud to each other or talked, getting to know their intimate details. Books
and movies they liked. Did they watch sports and if so, which ones? Favorite
seasons. Foods they craved. All the little bits of things that cement a
relationship.
Learning
to trust each other.
And they
had incredible, hot sex at every opportunity.
Even
now, as Casey opened the quilt to slip her own naked body in next to his, he
felt his cock harden and need drive through him.
He
turned her to face him, pressing her body against him. Her beasts pressed into
his chest, the tips already hard. He shifted enough to rub his chest across
them, the mat of coarse hair causing them to swell even more.
With one
hand holding the quilt in place, he moved the other over her body, cupping a
breast, sliding over her rib cage, caressing the firm globes of her delicious
ass. He let his fingers trail lightly through the hot crevice, finding the
tight opening of her anus and pressing a fingertip against it.
She drew
in a sharp breath at the touch, wound her arms around him and lifted her face
for his kiss. He took her mouth blistering and deep, swirling his tongue
inside, tasting teeth and gums, every delectable inch of the cavern. Casey slid
her own small tongue over his, dancing with it, sucking it into her mouth. Trey
yanked his head back only when they were both gasping for air.
“Inside,”
he gasped. “Now.”
He
lifted her, awkward with the quilt, and tumbled them both to the thick rug in
front of the fireplace. He spread the quilt open, knelt between her thighs and
proceeded to devour her inch by inch. He swirled his tongue around her nipples
sucking each of them into his mouth and nipping them with a light touch of his
teeth. His hands kneaded her breasts as he moved down to taste the skin of her
tummy and dip his tongue into the indentation of her navel. She tasted so
sweet, like peaches and cream. He wondered if he’d ever get his fill of running
his mouth over her.
He slid
lower, brushing his lips against the nest of trimmed curls at her mound before
trailing his tongue through the slick wetness of her labia.
Casey had
her eyes closed and her hands fisted to ground herself as the intense pleasure
washed through her. Heat suffused her body, igniting every nerve ending and
warming her blood. As Trey’s tongue found her clit, she arched up to him,
urging him in silence to do more. When he took the swollen knot of nerves into
his mouth, she almost lifted off the floor, the heavy pulse thrumming through
her ratcheting up in intensity.
Her
orgasm began bubbling up from deep inside her as she rode the hot edge of need.
She opened her legs wider, wanting him to slide his swollen shaft into her. But
he held her at the peak, tasting the inside of her pussy, lapping her juices,
sucking her delicate flesh.
“Please,”
she begged at last. “I need you. Now.”
He
slipped into her so easily, filling every inch of her. Completing her.
She
wound her legs around his hips, digging her heels into the bottom of his spine
so they were sealed together. They rode in tandem, up and up, his balls
slapping the edge of her ass as he pounded into her. Harder. Faster. Until
neither of them could hold back and they fell over the edge together, a wild
ride into turbulent space that left them both sweaty and breathless.
Spent,
Trey slipped from her body, rolled to her side and took her with him, cradling
her head on his shoulder.
“You
know,” he said, “before too long we’re going to have to make some decisions.”
A
tightness coiled in her belly at his words and her trust issues came roaring to
the surface.
“What
kind of decisions?”
“For one
thing, where we’re going to live and how we’re going to earn a living. Once we
can live out in the open again.”
“Yeah.”
She swallowed hard. “I guess we should talk about that.”
“But
regardless of where we end up or what happens, one thing I’m certain of.” He
stroked her cheek with his lean fingers. “I want to marry you, Casey. The
minute we can arrange it.”
“M-Marry?”
God, she sounded like an idiot.
Trey
chuckled softly. “Where else did you think we were headed? Don’t you think I
want to marry the woman who saved my sorry ass?”
“If
you’re just—”
“And the
one I love to distraction?” He feathered a kiss over her lips “I love you,
Casey McIntyre. If you don’t believe anything else, believe the words I just
said. Say yes. Please.”
She
stared into his eyes, reading there everything he said. Everything he felt. And
took a step forward.
“Yes.”
Then she laughed and hugged him. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He
tightened his arms around her and laughed with her.
“All
right, then. Here’s to whatever fates put us on a collision course and jammed
us together. I’ll be forever grateful.”
“Me,
too.”
They lay
wrapped in each other’s arms and began to plan their future together.
Desiree Holt
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences
of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every
kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years
she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that
interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her
stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a
Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart
of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best
BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the
Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses.
Romance Junkies
said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing
erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
You can find her at
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@desireeholt.com
And find her books at
Ellora’s Cave,
Resplendence Publishing, Decadent Publishing, Total-e-bound, The Wild Rose
Press
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Afternoon Delight
All Jacked Up
Always on My Mind
Animal Instinct
Back in the Saddle
Bedroom Eyes
Beg Me
Bite the Bullet
Black Cat Fever
Blind Ecstasy
Boomerang
Bound and Determined
Buckskins, Boots and
Bondage
Carnal Caresses
Caught in the Middle
Cocked and Loaded
Come To Me
Crack the Whip
Crude Oil
Cupid’s Shaft
Cutter’s Law
Dancing With Danger
Dangerous Addiction
Dark Secrets
Dark Stranger
Delicious Danger
Delight Me
Diamond Lady
Do You Trust Me
Double Entry
Down and Dirty
Downstroke
Dream Strokes
Driven by Hunger
Eagle’s Run
Echoes
Eight Second Ride
Elven Magic
Emerald Green
Erected
Escape the Night
Extrasensory
F Stop
Finding Julia
Flyover
Fourplay
Freeze Frame
Game On
Give It To Me
Hammered
Hard Lovin’
Having It All
He Came Upon a
Midnight Clear
Head Games
Heatwave
Hot Moon Rising
Hot to Trot
Hot, Wicked and Wild
How to Write Hot Sex
I Dare You
Interlude
Intermission
Journey to the Pearl
Joy Ride
Jungle Inferno
Just Say Yes
Kidnapping the Groom
Last Ride on the
Merry Go Round
Letting Go
Line of Sight
Love With a Proper
Rancher
Lust Becomes You
Lust By Moonlight
Lust Undone
Lust Unleashed
Mated
Melting the Ice
Night Heat
Night Mission
Night Moves
On the Prowl
On the Run
Once Burned
Once Upon a Wedding
One Hot Texas Night
Out of Control
Party of Three
Pretty Kitty
Redemption
Riding Out the Storm
Rodeo Heat
Scalded
Scent of Danger
Scorched
Seductive Illusion
Shadow of the Hawk
Silent Hunters
Singed
Slapping Leather
Something Blue
Something Borrowed
Stark Naked
Steamed
Summer Spice
Swingtime
Switched
Target
Teaching Molly
The Bargain
The Edge of Morning
Touch of Magic
Training Amber
Trouble at the Treble
T
Trouble in Cowboy
Boots
Unconditional
Surrender
Until Midnight
Until the Dawn
Until Twilight
Visions of Darkness
Where Danger Hides