Deadly Hunt (Deadly #1) (8 page)

I don’t want him to stop. It feels so right.

Fuck. Her pussy is so tight and hot, I can feel the walls contracting around my dick, she’s fucking milking me. I pound into her harder, faster; it’s a punishing rhythm, one that I can’t stop. She feels too good. I kiss her, it’s a carnal kiss. I can’t stop this brutal rhythm.

I need to get deeper. I grab her ass and lift her higher, I pound into her, her head rolls back against the door. I suck her neck, biting gently, she’s moaning louder, she’s close to the edge. I buck into her and suck her neck harder. Her moaning is hot; it drives me wild pushing me to the limit.

The walls of her pussy clench around my dick, it feels phenomenal, I need to cum, she has to cum first though, I pound hard, she’s screaming my name “Nathan” I pound into her again, shooting cum into her over and over again, and it seems endless as I groan into her ear.

She’s spent, so I carry her to my bed, my dick is still in her. I pull out and put her on the bed. I see the cum running out of her pussy.

“SHIT” she looks up at me.

“What’s wrong Nathan?” I look at her.

“I forgot to use a condom” she looks at me.

“Are you clean?”

“Yes” it’s an instant reply. “I have never gone bareback before, but for some reason I lost my head around you.”

She smiles “I’m clean too and I have the coil in.” I sigh in relief. I smile at her.

“So, can we do that again?” Sophia says as she laughs.

“Yep, whenever you’re ready to go again hot stuff.” I raise my brow at her in suggestion.

She laughs, “No you fiend, I need sleep.”

I tuck her in, “Sleep baby” I kiss her head and go to the bathroom to clean up, I bring a wash cloth to clean her, she just smiles at me. Once I’m finished I kiss her lips and throw the wash rag in with the dirty clothes.

I get my pyjama bottoms on and go back into my room, she is fast asleep. I walk back out of my room and head for my home office. I phone Dwayne, I need to know if we have any leads on finding Mullah Al Mohammed. “Hey Dwayne, any news on finding this fucker?” I can hear his sigh down the phone.

“No boss, this fucker is in the wind.” Fuck!

“Find out any known Taliban members in New York. Tomorrow we’re paying them all a visit. Fuck that, add in any suspected members too.” He chuckles.

“On it boss. Oh what the fuck is wrong with Dallas today, the man was hunky dory until he came out of your office, what did you do? Tell him you were fucking his sister?” He says on a laugh.

I don’t find it funny. I’m not fucking her, it’s more than a fuck for me, but I don’t tell Dwayne that, it will be around the office before I’m even in work tomorrow. These men gossip worse than the old ladies at a fucking salon. He takes my silence as an answer, the correct answer.

“Oh fuck boss, do you have a death wish. You don’t fuck with a brother’s sister it’s the guy code. Rule number 1. Thou shall not fuck a brother’s sister or mother. Seriously boss what were you thinking?” I’ve had enough now.

“How about you get back to work and mind your own god damn business. And it’s not some cheap fuck, you asshole.” I hang up on him.

I head back to my bedroom and stop at the door. My heart squeezes seeing her lying in my bed. I can’t help it, I pull out my phone and take a picture; her hair is up on the pillow framing her face. She looks like a brunette angel.

“Finished being a perv?” I see the smirk on her face; she hasn’t even opened her eyes.

“How did you know I was here?” She laughs. I don’t know what’s funny, I’m truly curious.

“I was in the army you know. I’m aware of my surroundings constantly, even when I’m sleeping”. Soph says as if that’s an everyday occurrence. I laugh at her response.

“My own little ninja.” She laughs then she looks serious.

“Everything okay with your phone call?” I should have known she would have been listening if she’s a secret ninja.

“Yeah babe, just work.” She smiles.

“Okay.”

“I do actually have something to tell you. I told Scott about us.”

She looks angry. She sits up in the bed, the sheet falls down to her stomach. She is still naked, I see her breasts, and I’m fucking hard again. I know this isn’t the time to be getting hard. I can tell she’s mad. If looks could kill I’d be dead by now.

“Let me get this straight, you take me out on one fucking date, we then fuck each other and you decide to tell my brother? What on earth is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t tell him just now, I told him earlier today.” I walk over to the bed and I place my knee on the bed, “Sophia, I really do care about you... I want to see where this goes, so out of the respect I have for you and the respect I have for your brother, I told him.” She looks like she is contemplating something.

“That is so sweet. I’m sorry, I’m not use to all this.” I reach for her and hug her; I bury my face into her hair.

We stay like that for a bit then I roll into the bed taking her with me. I stay holding her, I start talking to her “Tell me about your family.” She tenses for a moment.

“I’m adopted.” I’m speechless, Scott never said a word. “But Steven and Lydia Dallas are my parents. Yes they adopted me, but they showed me what’s it is like to be happy, I owe them my life.” I tense at her words.

“What do you mean?” she sighs and turns over to face me.

“My biological mother, she wasn’t fit to be a mom. She was a drug addict and from what Steven told me, a prostitute. I didn’t know when I was there, I just knew there was a lot of strange men around, but not the reason they were there. I don’t know who my real father is and apparently neither did she.”

I hold her tighter, “I’m sorry sweetheart, no one should have to deal with that. Is that why they adopted you, because of your mom’s drug addiction?” This time she takes a long sigh and moves out of my arms, I can tell by her demeanour I’m not going to like this one bit. She gets this faraway look in her eyes, and then I can see the pain seep into them. I want to hold her, seeing my strong secret ninja hurting; I want to tear someone apart. She starts talking; she may have pain in her eyes but her voice, fuck me her voice is devoid of emotion. I hate it.

“You’ve got to understand Nathan, I knew from a very early age that I was never wanted, I was never part of my mother’s plan. I made her ugly, I made her put on weight, and yeah I know now it’s not true, but back then I didn’t. The abuse didn’t start off straight away, it was the neglect, she wouldn’t feed me, and she would leave me sitting in a room with men while she was passed out.” Oh fuck, I can’t hear this.

“I wasn’t raped; they would put their hands on me. No one ever touched me sexually, they would stroke my leg and hair, and it was creepy.” Fuck, I can’t breathe, I need to punch someone, I want to kill her mom. How can someone treat their own child the way Sophia’s mother treated her.

“Once I was old enough to fix my own stuff, she expected me to do everything. If I didn’t do it to her standards I would get slapped or a punched.”

I have to ask. “How old were you?” she looks at me and smiles.

“The Dallas’ adopted me when I was five,” Holy fuck! She says it with no hurt in her voice. I don’t know if I would be able to do that.

“How did you get away?” I ask, I have to know. The pain is back in her eyes.

“The egg donor was angry, she was baking and got mad I was watching her, she lashed out and hit me with a rolling pin. I went to sleep and woke up to feel the egg donor’s friend stroking my hair. Anyway the egg donor was drunk and mad, I ran upstairs but as I reached the top she came after me. She hit me with a belt, she lashed out. It wasn’t the worst she had ever done. She wouldn’t stop the lashes, they were hitting me everywhere, but because I was in shorts they hit my calves and I was bleeding really badly.”

“What happened next?” I’m barely able to suppress the fury in my voice.

She looks at me and smiles. “She then dragged me out of the house and walked me to an underpass where she left me by a dumpster.” Oh my fucking god, what the fuck is wrong with that woman?

“What was your biological mother’s name?” I have to know, make sure she’s as far away as she can be.

“Sarah Anderson, why?” she has that haunted look in her eyes again.

“I’m just curious babe.” I’ll be checking up on her, make sure that bitch can’t get to Sophia any more.

Holy fuck I can’t believe how much this woman has been through, yet she is so strong. I reach out, just to test the waters, I don’t want to touch her and her not want me too. She leans into my touch; I lean over and kiss her forehead.

“What happened next?” she snuggles into my side.

“She walked away, I started to follow her but she slapped me and made me go back to the dumpster, I watched her walk away, she never once looked back at me. My own mother left me on the streets. A woman came over, she saw everything. She brought me home with her and I haven’t left since, I was happy there.”

She has a big smile on her face now.

“I’m glad you found a happy place babe. Sleep now.” She laughs at me.

“You go to sleep.” Bossy, little thing.

“Sleep.” She buries her head deep into my shoulder, kissing it as she does, I’m in deep with this girl.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep, I’m wide awake. I want to find Sarah Anderson and I want to hurt her, just like she hurt Sophia. I hate seeing her in pain, and no matter how much she brushes it off, it still hurts her. I spend the next little while just watching her sleep, she really is beautiful. I fall asleep with Sophia in my arms thinking how right she feels here.

I haven’t seen my dad in the past eight weeks. I’ve stayed at Nathan’s every night. We have gotten so much closer. He’s taken me out on dates. The best had to be the laser quest date, it was so much fun. We went to laser world, I won of course, we had dinner at a burger joint, and then we went to the movies and watched The Huntsman, Oh My God! Chris Hemsworth is so freaking hot.

He’s also taken me on some posh dates where I dress up in fuck me heels and wear a seriously expensive dress. We’ve been having an amazing time. We also have quiet nights in where we snuggle on the couch and watch a movie or some TV.

“Babe, what are we watching tonight?” Nathan shouts from the living room, I’m making popcorn. He gets antsy if he doesn’t know what we’re watching, he likes things planned.

“We’re watching Magic Mike.” I smile knowing full well he won’t let me watch that.

“Babe, you aren’t watching that fucking shit! You want to watch someone take their clothes off, watch me when I’m about to fuck you. So no, we’re not watching Magic Mike, pick something else.” I hide my laugh with a cough, because he has freaky hearing.

“Fine, we’re watching Green Street Hooligans.” Fuck that if I can’t watch Channing Tatum and Matt Bomer, then I sure as fuck am going to watch Charlie Hunnam.

“What is that? There better not be any naked men dancing!” Nope no dancing, just Charlie wearing a towel, damn I love that scene.

“No babe, it’s about the English hooligans.” And the sexiness of Charlie!!

“How come I have never heard of this before? Who is in it?” what?

“You haven’t heard of it? Have you been living under a rock? Elijah Wood is in it. Look, how about we just watch it hmm?”

“Funny, you’re fucking hilarious, hurry up with that popcorn.” He says making me laugh, he eats way too much sweet stuff, and he has a hidden candy draw in the bedroom. Great when PMS comes around.

We’re watching the film and the saddest part comes on and I start bawling. I always do at this point of the film, I can’t help it, it’s so fucking sad.

“This, this is one of the reasons why we are together, the fact that you can let your guard down around me, you’re so tough in front of everyone else, you don’t cry, you’re like Superwoman, yet you cry in front of me, that means trust and baby, that is the highest honour you can give me. The very first night we met, I saw it, you have this vulnerability that makes me want to wrap you up and protect you from the world, you’re mine Sophia, nothing is going to change that.” I think that was the moment I realized I was falling in love with him.

“Sophia, babe, are you ready? Our reservation is in an hour; the car will be here soon.” He hasn’t told me where we are going, all he said was. “We’re going out for dinner wear something nice”. I’m so excited, we’ve been inseparable since the night at Johnnie’s. We wake up together each morning and we sleep together every night. It feels amazing to have someone you can wake up with every morning. I trust Nathan, it’s weird, the way my Mama was, it has been really hard for me to trust, to even put myself out there, but with Nathan I have felt safe from the moment we met.

“Yeah, I’m just putting my shoes on; I’ll be down in a minute.” He is an amazing man; he always surprises me. Yesterday I was at dad’s getting clothes and makeup. Dad wasn’t there. Nathan texts me telling me to meet him at lunch. I meet him and he tells me he has taken the afternoon off. We had such a great time, it’s weird, we both live in New York, yet we never really toured around. So on his afternoon off we acted like tourists looking around New York. It was an unforgettable afternoon.

I make it downstairs. I went shopping when he told me we we’re going out on a date. I bought a LBD, it’s sexy, it dips to my breasts and keeps them in place. I hate wearing a dress that I could accidentally spill from.

“Fuck Sophia, you wearing that, I don’t think we’re leaving the house.” He comes up behind me, puts his arms around me leans down and kisses me. I turn in his arms and kiss him back. This man can make me wet by just looking at him, but as soon as he touches me I get destroyed, my panties are fucking soaked.

“I’m sorry Sophia, you’re going to have to redo your hair.” And he pulls my hair as he gains deeper access to my mouth; he devours it, like it’s his last wish. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He reaches down and unbuckles his pants. I feel him push aside my panties, in one thrust he’s inside me. I love it, him fucking me, it’s real, raw and hungry. It’s fucking perfect. I love that I can make him lose control.

“Me being inside your hot fucking pussy, it’s home baby, you’re my home.” He’s right, it is home. We fit together, we’re like two pieces of a jigsaw.

“Nathan, oh god I’m going to cum.” I can’t help the strangled moan that comes from my throat. I’m so close right now.

“That’s it Sophia, cum for me baby. I want you to come on my dick, I want to feel your juices gush over my dick.” His words push me over the edge I cum with a scream, my walls tighten around him, he’s close. I can feel him pulsing inside of me.

“Fuck that is beautiful baby, watching you cum; it’s one of my favourite things. Shit babe, your making me cum. I can’t hold off any longer.” He buries his head into my neck and thrust twice more before he lets out a deep groan and cums inside of me.”

“I love fucking you bare, it’s amazing.” I agree, there is nothing better than feeling him bare inside of me. He holds me up until I get my breath back. He kisses me, this time it’s soft and tender.

We had a really great date; he took me to this really upscale restaurant, thank god I wore that dress. It was okay, but I’d rather eat a hamburger and fries, I’m more into comfort foods. The food was great if you wanted to stop off at McDonalds on the way home, which we did. Nathan was so attentive on the date. He asked what my childhood was like when I went to live with Steven and Lydia.

I found out so much more about him. He told me the reason he left the FBI. I’m actually proud of him for making that decision; it must have been hard, working so hard to get to be where you have always wanted, to find out that it isn’t really the place for you. Most would stay and carry on pretending that being there is what they want. But Nathan, he knew he didn’t want to see anymore dead kids. He decided he would do something about it.

It was that conversation that made me realize just how amazing Nathan truly is. He cares about people. He may come across completely different but underneath that hard exterior is a man that gives a shit. I’m one of those lucky ones he cares about. I really hope I stay that way too. Nathan is right when he tells me I’m his, because I am and I don’t want that to change.

I still haven’t told him about what happened in Afghanistan and I’m not sure if I ever will. That is a time in my life I don’t think I’ll ever be okay to revisit. It’s hard thinking about Smithy dying and me being tortured. I hate not having Smithy around.

We make love every night, yes it’s making love, although we do fuck almost every day as well. Shower sex is amazing; have you ever been fucked against the shower wall? No? You need to.

The feelings I have for Nathan are so strong, I’m so close to telling him I’m in love with him. I can’t tell him. I’m too scared. I’m worried that what Mama told me may come true. I may love Nathan, but he might not love me.

My house is coming along nicely; I should be in next month. I’m so excited. I signed the contract last week, so once it’s ready I just need to move in. I’m the proud owner of a 4-bedroom house.

My family have really helped me out. We’ve all worked together and the house looks amazing so far. The upstairs is totally different now, Maddie and Winter helped me decorate it. I went with Scott’s idea of a walk in closet because I’m a woman and we need one. He was so right; the bedroom was massive to begin with, adding the walk-in closet doesn’t take away from the room. So the only thing left to do is the kitchen and the living room. I’m so excited.

My team mates have found an office for our business. We have the paperwork sorted out and we already have the name sorted, so it’s just getting all the contracts worked out for each of us. I need something to do. I think I may be getting cabin fever. Everything seems to be coming together, Oscar is hitting up his contacts, getting us all the newest and best systems we will need.

I met up with Leo, He is an amazing artist, and he will make my tattoos look amazing. Having these scars is something I have no control over, but these tattoos are going to be my choice, my way of turning something ugly into something pretty. The constant loop that runs through my mind of the torture is bad enough, having to look at the scars is something I can fix. I had already decided to leave the army, I wasn’t re-enlisting, I had served for seven years. I only had one more year left, however due to the extensive injuries, I was able to leave early. For the rest of my teammates, this was their last tour anyway, they had already done their eight years. Smithy was the only other person not to have served his full term. My tattoo will consist of the Army Motto “this we will defend” with a star and John “Smithy” Smith written underneath. This will be my tribute to him, my way of honouring him even though I failed and he paid the ultimate price.

I will also get a phoenix on my back. Its head will start on my left shoulder, it’s body coming to the middle off my back in a diagonal direction, with its wings on either side spread wide; one going to the base of my hairline and spanning across to my other shoulder, and the other down the left side of my back. With its tail in flames, they will span to the bottom of my back. I’m pretty upset I can’t have the tattoos until next year, I’m a very impatient person. I hate waiting for something I really want. The reason I want to get a phoenix is because a phoenix rises from the ashes, they get reborn. It’s to symbolize that no matter what I go through I’ll rise above it.

I did end up getting a tattoo, Winter got the same as me. On the inside of my wrist we got the words “Dream big: Live Bigger.” My mom always used to say it to us.

The one negative thing that has happened to me in the last eight weeks is I feel as though I’m being watched. Every time I leave the house, whether it be alone or with Nathan, I feel eyes on me. I feel as though I’m going mad, I never see anyone. I really should say something, but I’m worried I’m just being paranoid.

I’m meeting Nathan for lunch today, It’s the first time I’m going to his office. I’ve spoken to Scott a few times; he’s worried about me. I don’t blame him; he’s always been the overprotective one. He hates to see me get hurt, he’s like Luke in so many ways, especially blaming himself for me being injured during my tour in Afghanistan. There is no talking sense into them. It will be the first time Scott has seen us together, I’m hoping he doesn’t go off on a tangent.

I head to my dad’s house; I need clean clothes. Every time I’ve come here the past few weeks he’s been working. But today he’s home. I’m nervous, Nathan is my first proper boyfriend since High school. I walk in the front door, “Dad I’m home.”

I hear noises upstairs, and some giggling. What the fuck is going on.

“I’ll be down in a sec baby girl.” I hear him quietly talking to someone.

Then I see it, he’s with a woman. I’m shocked. They walk down the stairs towards me. Once they hit the hall I walk past them and run up the stairs. I go to my room and start packing up my stuff. I hear the front door close. I’m so mad right now. I hear him before he speaks, he’s in the doorway to my bedroom.

“Baby girl, I never meant for you to see that.” I laugh,

“You disgust me, this is mom’s house, and you’re trampling all over her memory, how dare you. You want a quick fuck, that’s fine but don’t do it here.” He looks shocked; I never speak to him like this. I’m so pissed at him right now.

“It’s been eight years Soph, please don’t be like this.” He starts to walk towards me.

“No! Don’t touch me. Eight years? What about mom, dad? What about her? What? She doesn’t mean anything to you anymore? Leave me alone, I can’t look at you right now.” I’m so angry I have tears streaming down my face.

I head past him out of the room and down the stairs. I need to leave before I say something I’ll regret.

“Soph, where you going? You can’t leave this upset. Please baby girl, just stay and we can talk about it.” I scoff

“Talk about it? I can’t even look at you, let alone talk to you. I’m leaving. Don’t even think about following me.”

“Please baby girl, please don’t leave like this.” His pleading falls on deaf ears, I head out of the house and into my car. I peel out of the driveway. I look into the rear view mirror and see dad standing on the front step, he looks so upset.

I speed off. I need to get as far away as I can. I need to clear my head. I know I reacted way over the top, but damn I feel as though he’s trying to replace mom. I’m not ready for that. I’ve been driving for about an hour when I stop at the red light. I haven’t really noticed where I’m headed but I’m close to the cemetery. I think about the last time I saw her.

“Sophia, your mom is deteriorating fast, baby girl, you need to come home.” I knew this time was coming but hearing the pain in dad’s voice makes it real. I haven’t accepted she was dying, I saw her everyday wasting away in front of me, but I refused to believe it. She is my mom, she saved me, she is my hero and heroes don’t die.