Everyone has a Weak spot (17 page)

Gingerly, Lorelei rolled over. She tried to act as if she was still asleep.

Sleeping people roll over sometimes, right?

She'd put some much needed distance between herself and that erection and that would be a good start. Lorelei nonchalantly stretched out on her stomach, flopping her arm toward the edge of the mattress.

Almost there...

She gasped as a strong arm curled around her waist and hauled her back against the warm body she'd been edging away from.

Uh oh, there's that erection I was trying to outrun.

* * * *

War smiled to himself. She was so transparent. And she was so damned cute. Someday he might spank that cute little round ass, but today, he just needed it to cuddle his erection. At least until he could put his erection where he really wanted it to go.

War leisurely rolled his hips against her and mumbled into her neck.

“Mmmm,
chéri
, I want you.” He licked her neck and moved his hands on her body. One went north and the other went south. “You feel so good in my arms."

His hands edged under her large tee shirt and found her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them until she was breathing heavy. He pushed the shirt up and over her head kissing her shoulders and spine. One of his hands eased down to her soft tummy and under the elastic at her waist.

He moved both hands and pushed her panties to her knees. “Stay like that, baby,” he growled, “it makes me so excited.” With one hand he reached up to massage her breasts again. His other hand smoothed over her lower cheeks and found its way between her legs.

He began to explore her silky wetness with his fingers and she writhed against him. His engorged cock nudged her, and War moved so that it snuggled just below her warm pussy.

“Want I should touch us both,
chéri
?” he rumbled. Unable to speak, she nodded. “How ‘bout we take turns, mmmm?” he asked, pulling her hand to the head of his cock and her moist lips. He held her hand and rubbed them both as he kissed and nuzzled her neck.

“Warrick,” she breathed. “Warrick?” she choked out.

He chuckled sinfully. “You ready to make love with me now,
chéri
?” Her moans were enough for him.

Easing her legs on top of one of his and angling his other leg over her hips, he pushed her shoulders forward a little. He pulled back and slowly eased into her, still massaging her little clit. He took his time, enjoying the feel of his heavy cock sheathing itself in her warmth one inch at a time. She was so small but so right for him.

He leisurely began to pump into her. He set a steady rhythm—not too fast, not too slow. He pulled her to his chest with the arm under her, anchoring her against him. She threw her head back on his shoulder.

His other hand continued to rub her throbbing nub as he heard her cry out her climax. He thrust harder and deeper, but not faster, as his body took over and her pussy clenched around him.

He felt his balls tighten and his cock become even larger inside of her. He couldn't hold back a muted, growling roar as he shot his seed into her. It seemed like hours instead of minutes that passed, as he spent himself inside of her.

Eyes shut tight, he held her, unmoving for long minutes. He lapped her shoulder and licked behind her very tasty ear.

"Bonjour, chéri,"
he murmured into her ear, his voice gravelly and thick. She said nothing, just hugged his arms tighter to her body.

Finally, Lorelei spoke.

“What time is it?” she asked.

His body shook and rumbled like an earthquake.

“What I'm gonna do with the likes of you,
ma petit
?” he laughed. “I believe it's about ten or so. Guess we should get outta the bed, no?"

“Yes!” she breathed huskily slipping under his arms and scooting from the bed.

She ran for the bathroom and locked the door, giggling. He guessed she was embarrassed. He sat up and put his feet on the floor, chuckling. She never failed to surprise him.

Chapter 24

War moved around the efficient little apartment. Really, it wasn't all that little. It was actually quite spacious. He cleaned up the broken glass in the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.

He found his cell phone and called Williams. Then he pulled some eggs from the refrigerator and cracked one into his mouth. He went back for a block of yellow cheese and started cracking eggs for an omelet.

As he was puttering, he found a plastic replica of the purple-clothed duck sitting on a plastic three-wheeler. Unable to resist, he put the toy on the floor and pulled it back to watch it propel itself across the kitchen. As the toy rolled, the figure's mouth moved and it said, “
I
am the terror that flaps in the night..."

He was gasping for breath and laughing when Lorelei found him a few minutes later.

Once again her face went scarlet. He must think that was her regular skin color, she decided. She was grateful that she had dressed in a gold leotard and leggings today. She hoped that the yellow color would neutralize the twenty-four hour blush she wore when he was around.

“I see you've found one of my toys,” she laughed. “I'll finish making breakfast and you can shower."

As he gained his feet and grabbed her for a kiss, she told him, “I don't want to hear a single word about my shower curtain—or my towels,” she admonished firmly. “I never thought anyone would see my bathroom,” she mumbled.

“Maybe you should give me a hint,
chéri?
” he chuckled at her.

“No” she gritted, “just go.” He went. She crossed her arms on the counter and buried her face in them, waiting.

She wasn't disappointed. His booming laugh shook the glasses in the cupboard. She heaved a deep sigh and turned her burning face to the food assembled on the counter.

* * * *

War could not believe it. The shower curtain was filled with the purple-caped duck in various poses and with different sayings printed under him. He had to sit down and read a few of them gasping with laughter:

“I am the onion that stings in your eyes."

“I am the grade curve that gives you an ‘F'."

“I am the fast food that comes back to haunt you."

Those were some of his favorites.

The towels were embroidered with the little girl duck, Gosalyn, the little boy duck, Honker, the dashing aviator duck, Launchpad McQuack, and the dual hero Drake Mallard, alias Darkwing Duck. Life with this woman would truly be full.

* * * *

Breakfast was on the table when he came out of the shower. War didn't say a thing, but his blue eyes were twinkling just the same.

He'd brought some clothes with him to change into and was wearing old, comfortable jeans and a chest-hugging tee shirt of dark gray. Lips twitching, he sat at the table, opposite her.

“When there's trouble, you call DW?” he asked, arching that dangerous eyebrow.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she responded. “Eat!"

“
Chéri,
do you know my full name?” he asked her.

Puzzled, she said, “Sure, Warrick Martine."

“
Chéri,
my first name is Dekon. Warrick is my middle name.” He let this sink in. She wrinkled her brow at him. “My team in the Army—many of whom you will meet today, in fact—they don't call me War. They don't call me Deke or Dekon, either. What you suppose they call me,
mon coeur
?"

“I can't talk to you now, I'm eating,” she declared.

She refused to look at him. He was laughing openly at her now. He decided to give her a little break.

“This looks wonderful,
chéri
. You even made sausage? Renaud said you didn't eat meat, no?” She beamed at him.

“I
don't
eat meat. I have veggie sausage for me, but I keep some real dead animal flesh around for Renaud,” she said smugly. Then she mumbled, “I guess you're the other carnivore in my life now. I may have to get more meat."

“I'm the main carnivore in your life now,
petit,
” he growled. “I'll bring you some meat to keep for me."

* * * *

They cleared away the dishes and War moved to look out the window. A colorful square on the floor caught his attention.

It was a picture of Renaud dressed in hip-hugging swim trunks looking sternly at an exasperated Lorelei. In one hand he held a tube of acid-green goo and in the other, he held an enormous beach hat. They didn't seem to realize they were being photographed. The picture had clearly been taken by someone in the water.

“When was this taken,
chéri
?” he held out the picture. Her face paled. She grabbed her medallion. It began to glow through her hand.

“It was taken a month or so ago the day you—the day we—Renaud and I went to the beach that day,” she said dully. “Where is Renaud? Please call him.” She began to tremble slightly. He stared hard at her.

“What is it, Lorelei? You must tell me.” He was demanding now. She looked at him.

“Renaud wants to come here. Where is he? Please, please call him. Please, Warrick, let him come here,” she pleaded.

War was frustrated, but he decided to be patient. He could smell her fear now. He radioed his officer and asked that Renaud come to the studio.

Lorelei moved over to the window seat and sat down. She got up immediately. She looked around as if she'd lost something. Then she headed for the studio door.

“Lorelei?” War stopped her before she reached the door. He moved to her and put his arms around her. “
Chéri
, I'm here, okay?” She pressed herself close and squeezed him tight.

“You'll learn you can trust me with everything,
chéri
. Just try, mmm?” she nodded. “You don't got classes today, huh?” he asked her.

“No, no classes today,” she assured him. “I'm gonna dance for a bit,” she said. “It relaxes me."

He followed her into the room and went down the stairs for a minute. She put on what War thought of as “real” ballet music and began stretching.

When he returned, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed, leaning on the wall so he could watch her dance.

He looked at the picture in his hand again. Lorelei was wearing a sleeveless cotton top. Her right shoulder was turned just slightly toward him. He realized what he was seeing—not seeing. There was no angry red bite on her shoulder. That picture had been taken the day he'd showed his ass so badly.

Even while he was getting all worked up about an innocent day at the beach, Lorelei and Renaud were being stalked like animals. From the clarity of the picture and the angle of the water, he'd say they were being stalked by real pros.

Chapter 25

War had sent the man guarding the door home while Lorelei was in the shower. While he was on the phone checking on his men, Williams and Renaud showed up. Renaud immediately pulled Lorelei into his arms and held her for a minute.

The two began to talk in Czech again. War wondered what they were talking about. He'd find out soon. They really didn't have many secrets left. Still, he'd give them a chance to come clean with him.

First, though, he'd let them settle down. He knew that meant they'd dance a while. That was fine. It would give his men time to show up. He'd put them into the anteroom where they wouldn't be seen.

He spoke with Williams for a minute. “How'd it go?” War asked.

“Tough at first, and tougher this morning,” Williams said wryly. “I about had to knock him in the head to make him go to bed. This morning he didn't wanna eat. I told him we wouldn't come till he did. I think he made a conscious decision not to kill me. I think he about changed his mind when that thing he wears started shining red."

“Good man, Kurt.” War praised him. “In about twenty minutes, some big, ugly somnabitches are gonna start showing up. If they ain't as big, mean, and ugly as me, shoot ‘em. You'll know who they are."

Williams laughed and went down the stairs. It wasn't long before War's old unit began filing in. Soon he had ten men in the anteroom.

The men stared, completely amazed as they watched the slight, golden figure of Lorelei twist and turn and float all over the floor while the dark, muscular figure of Renaud bounded and spun across the floor after her.

He caught her and tossed her into the air and followed her up, catching her in midair as well. She leaped off his shoulders or back spiraling through the air and doing impossible flips. She was practically flying.

Renaud would launch himself up and meet her there, never missing a beat as the two moved in unison. There was no way this could be learned or rehearsed. By the time the two were wearing down, ten hulking Special Forces warriors sat with their mouths hanging open in awe.

Renaud and Lorelei moved urgently to the Romantics’
What I Like About You
, Fine Young Cannibals’
She Drives Me Crazy
; Tears for Fears’
Shout
; and finally, Bon Jovi's
Born to Be My Baby
, winding down with Bread's
Everything I Own
. War had seen them dance a few times, but this was definitely all out.

They were obviously beating themselves up. They were also speaking to each other in the best way they knew how. He knew the songs playing were not an accident.

As he watched them, War saw beyond the amazing acrobatics and body punishing moves. He could feel the pain they were expressing. This self-abuse was their way of letting it out. Reflecting on what he'd learned last night, he thought their father would understand—even participate. He wished he could've seen the three of them dance together.

After the final song, the two dancers sank to the floor. War had placed a small fan near the wall to keep Renaud from hearing or scenting the men nearby. He brought two bottles of water and sat in the middle of the floor with them.

“Feel better?” he asked them.

They both nodded. He spread his legs and drew Lorelei between them so that she rested against his chest. He waited a few minutes to speak.

“I guess you two know I love you, right?” he said gruffly, kissing Lorelei's neck. They both seemed to jump a little, but Lorelei drew War's arms around her more tightly. At the same time, Renaud and Lorelei both mumbled, “I guess so, yeah."

“You know you got trouble,” he stated. He dropped the picture on the floor in front of them and asked, “Why'd this upset you?” He didn't care which one answered. He needed both of them to trust him.