On Her Master's Secret Service (31 page)

He parted the cheeks of her ass, sighing a little at the sight of her rosette. Such a pretty little asshole. So small and tight and so about to be invaded. “You like the big bad Dom, angel.”

She shivered a little as he dribbled lube on her asshole. “You needed me, too. You needed me to talk to you, but I just kept pushing. I should have thrown a fit and demanded that you pay attention to me instead of trying to top from the bottom.”

He stopped. He felt a brilliant smile creasing his mouth up. A whole, beautiful world had just opened up in front of him. “You’ve been topping from the bottom for five years, Eve.”

“Oh, shit,” she cursed under her breath. “We should talk about this. There were psychological reasons for that.”

He adored the way her skin flushed. He lubed up his middle finger and started a slow circle of that hole his dick was dying to get into. “Oh, baby, do you know how long and hard I’m going to punish you? I can’t tell you what’s going to happen to your ass when we get back to Sanctum. You are going to be the poster girl for submissive obedience.”

A little laugh puffed from her mouth even as she stiffened slightly. “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘cautionary tale’ and we should really talk about this. We need to talk about how things are going to work when we get back to Dallas. We’ve been apart for a long time. We should take things slow.”

He growled a little. She wanted to talk, and he wanted to be balls deep in her ass. He pressed his finger in slightly, just to the first knuckle. The little gasp Eve gave him went straight to his cock, making his balls pulse.

She wanted to know what would happen when they got back to Dallas? He could do that for her. He rimmed her gently, forcing her to open for him. “All right. We can take things slowly. When we get back, you’ll have an hour or so before I move everything from your apartment to mine.”

She groaned, her hands clutching the pillows in front of her. “That’s not taking things slowly.”

“It’s far too slow for me.” Another knuckle. Two deep and she was clenching at his finger. “If I had my way, I would call tonight and arrange for everything to be at my place when we get back. See, baby, I can totally compromise.”

“That’s not compromise.” Her backside clenched as he slid another finger in. “God, Alex. It’s been so long.”

This was what he should have done the whole time. The next time he and Eve fought, they would talk about it—with his dick deep inside some part of her body. They would talk between kisses and fight while they fucked, but every minute they would hold on to each other. “Yes, it is compromise. I’m the Dom so I make up the definitions of words.”

She laughed, shuddering as he
scissored
his fingers deep. “That’s a new one. Any other new rules I should know about?”

So many new rules. “We’re getting married again. And we’re tearing up that dumbass contract. We’ll negotiate a new one. You and me together, and you should know I’m going to push your every boundary. We’ll go to the courthouse and then you can take a few days and look for a house because I really want a house again. Something nice, with bedrooms for kids.”

She stopped, her voice a tiny rasp. “Alex, you know that won’t happen.”

“I do not.” Doctors weren’t always right, and they had only said that it might be difficult. He was done giving up on the things he wanted. He pulled his fingers out and used the wipes to clean off before lubing up his cock. “I only know that I love you, and I want a family with you. That family does not have to come out of your womb. If you want, we’ll get a surrogate, but there are thousands of children out there who would be blessed to have you as a mother.”

Eve would be a wonderful mother. He’d always seen her surrounded by family, their family.

“But you always wanted your own kids.”

She was worried about that? “Oh, make no mistake, they will be mine. They will be ours. Biology does not make a family.”

It didn’t. The revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. He loved his mom and dad, but his brothers had always been distant. Ian and Sean were his real brothers, the ones he could always count on. They didn’t need some mystical blood connection to build a family. They only needed each other and open hearts, and a will to dedicate themselves to their kids. Family, he’d discovered, was in the people a man collected along the way, the people who shared his life, like his precious wife.

“We can still have it, angel. We can still build a family.”

Her hand came back, covering his. “Do you really think so, Alex?”

“I know it. I will make it happen. I won’t ever give up.”

He pressed in, pushing his cock past the muscles that tried to keep him out.

“I love you, Alex. I never stopped loving you.” Eve pressed back against him. “And I missed this. I won’t give up either.”

He slid inside, her tight hole gripping him as he
teared
up. Just a little. Just enough to make the world hazy and beautiful and fresh again. She was here, really here with him. She was his partner.

He fucked into her, unable to hold back a second longer.

She called out his name as he dragged his cock out. The same muscles that fought to keep him out sucked at him, desperate to keep him inside.

So good. It was different from her pussy, the heat, the drag, the fight. Eve pushed back against him, gripping the headboard now. His sweet sub wasn’t so submissive now. She fought for her pleasure, and he was more than willing to give it to her.

His balls drew up. A shiver went over his spine. She was too tight, too fucking good. He wouldn’t last, but he would take her with him.

He let his hand slide forward, his thumb finding her clit. It was still slippery wet. He ground his palm against her as he went balls deep, his come shooting up from his testicles.

Eve clenched around him, her breath pounding from her lungs as she worked his cock and pressed her clit against his hand.

He filled her, fucking in and out until he had nothing left to give.

He fell forward, his cock slipping out.

Eve turned, catching his lips with hers. “My sweet Master.”

He kissed her back. She was his everything, and he would never let her go again.

Eve stretched and glanced at the clock. Two a.m. Alex turned in his sleep, his big body moving as he reached for her pillow and slid an arm around it as though he was clutching her.

What the hell was she going to do with him? Could they really make it work this time? A million questions floated through her head, making it difficult to sleep. She grabbed her robe and slid it on before taking the file folders and walking out of the bedroom. She made her way to the kitchen and the gorgeous granite bar.

Which was already occupied.

“Can’t sleep?” Sean asked. “I kind of thought you would be exhausted.”

She groaned. She should have known they could hear. And it wasn’t like they would be shy. “Tell me y’all didn’t turn it into an event.”

Adam snorted a little as he walked in from the balcony. “Sean made snacks and everything. Kristen found us and tried to get us to stop, but then she heard that little sizzling sound and she just shut up and asked for a beer. She resented the fact that she had to go back to the club.”

“He brought a violet wand with him?” Sean asked.

She was pretty sure every cell in her body flushed with embarrassment. After the first round, Alex had been eager to play and he had, in fact, brought along a small, not too powerful violet wand. It emitted a little electrical charge against the skin that she happened to love, especially on her nipples. Alex had tied her down and tortured her, and apparently she’d been a little loud. “Alex likes to be prepared.”

“A BDSM boy scout,” Adam said with a grin. He looked off toward the back bedrooms, and his voice went low. “She knew exactly what she was hearing. Did you see that, Sean? Most people would think Taser, but no, her eyes actually dilated the minute she heard that sound. She was aroused by it.”

Sean leaned in. “She’s trained. I used my Dom voice on her a couple of times and I swear, she nearly went to her knees.”

Eve placed the stack of files on the bar. “What does it matter if she’s trained? And I thought you were starting to like her, Sean.”

Sean’s hands came up as though trying to stop an oncoming lecture. “I do like her. I actually think she’s really cool, but sometimes I catch her watching me. I think she might be falling for me, and while it’s perfectly understandable, I love my wife. I’ve made that very clear. I think what that girl is really longing for is a Dom.”

“You don’t know that she doesn’t have one,” Adam said. “But he’s right. I’ve caught her staring at Sean for long periods of time. We really don’t know a damn thing about her except that she’s funny and can drink me under a table. Seriously, the girl can chug.”

Sean shook his head. “Well, if she has a Dom, he’s a crappy one because there’s no way he would let her pull this shit alone. She nearly got caught earlier today. I had to step in or Chazz would have seen her sneaking into his office. As it was, she had to hide until he walked by. It’s obvious to me that she’s getting very impatient. I actually don’t like the fact that she’s back out there by herself. She believes in her own abilities too much.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe she’s not so great with the sneaky thing, but have you noticed how she moves?” Adam asked.

Eve had. “She’s had some training.”

“She’s had a lot of training.” Sean sighed and took a long tug off his beer. “But then again, she’s written a lot of stories about the military. If I was in her position, I would take some
Krav
Maga
classes, too.”

“I’ve had self-defense,” Eve added. “But I don’t move like Kristen. She’s very quiet.”

“She’s also got a couple of bullet wounds.” Adam shrugged a little. “We share a bathroom. She doesn’t lock it when she takes a shower. Her boobs are actually quite nice. Hey, Serena would appreciate them, too. I already told her I saw them and did not get an erection. Little Adam only responds to Serena now.”

“I’m really fucking glad to hear that, asshole,” Sean growled back.

God, she hoped she wasn’t going to have to play referee. When Sean and his wife, Grace, had first gotten together, Adam had let it be known that he thought Grace would fit perfectly between him and Jake. Sean had not taken it well. But they had to be over that.

Adam gave Sean what she liked to think of as his “sad puppy” face. Adam sighed. “Did I ever mention how sorry I was to try to steal your woman? Cause I am. It would have been a huge mistake. Luckily, Grace has horrible taste in men.”

Sean snorted. “I’m going to kill him, Eve.”

She put a hand out. She needed to distract them and quickly. “Both of you stop. Sean, I’ve just had crazy, wild reunion sex with my husband for four hours. I’m hungry.”

Sean smiled and his hand came out, covering hers. “You just called Alex your husband.”

She hadn’t even thought about it. “Yeah, well, he claims that the minute we land back in Dallas, I’m supposed to marry him, and we all know I’m a very good submissive.”

Sean sighed, relief plain on his face. He hauled her off the chair and gave her a bone-cracking bear hug. “I’m so happy,
Evie
. I can’t tell you how happy I am. He won’t fuck up again. Ian and I will make damn sure of it.”

She couldn’t let him think she didn’t know the score. “Well, it was my fault, too.”

Sean settled her back into her chair and gave her a wink. “Absolutely, and your Master should have punished you for it. Lucky for you, I am not your Master, so I will feed you instead.” He frowned. “I’m sure she’s got some salad around here somewhere. Kristen actually seems more like a carnivore, though. I swear she’s got a ton of meat in her freezer.”

The last thing she needed was a salad. “Can you do a grilled cheese? Maybe with some ham. And if Kris has chocolate, I would love some.”

Sex was hard work. She’d earned a little comfort food.

“Hallelujah! I think I saw some prosciutto.” Sean strode to the fridge and started prepping.

“I’ll take one, too,” Adam said.

Sean never turned around, just flashed his middle finger as he went about his work. Adam ignored the rude gesture.

“He’ll forgive me sometime,” Adam said, staring down at the files. “So,
whatcha
looking at?”

She put a hand on the files. “This is the case the feds have against Evans.”

And somewhere in there was a nice, fat report on her. She took a long breath. It wouldn’t hurt to read through it. She needed to do a whole new profile on the man. So much time had gone by that she needed to look through everything.

“I think he’s in New York.” Adam’s quiet words sent a shiver up her spine.

“Think?”

He grabbed his computer and brought it up to the bar, his fingers flying across the keys in an instant. “I’ve been tracking the GPS you placed. Nice call on the shoe, by the way. Alex wouldn’t think of the whole ‘dry cleaning’ thing. Does he wear anything that needs to be dry cleaned?”

Since he’d left the FBI, he really had reverted to his former jock wardrobe. “No. T-shirts, sweatpants, and jeans don’t normally require much care. So my guy got to New York. What makes you think he’s meeting with Evans?”

“This.” He hit a key and a grainy picture came up. “When I realized he was walking on some of the busier streets, I thought I might be able to hack into the CCTV feeds there. Sure enough, this was caught as he was walking past one of the banks in midtown.”

She stared at the screen. There was a crowd of people walking in the late-afternoon light, but she recognized one of the men from earlier in the day. His face was to the camera, but the man beside him was only in profile.

Closing her eyes against the wave of nausea she got, Eve was nearly transported back in time. Michael Evans. He was older, had cut most of his hair, but she knew that profile. She saw it in her nightmares. “That’s him.”

“Shit,” Sean said. “I’ll go wake up Alex.”

Eve shook her head. “No. Give him a couple of hours. We can’t do anything tonight. Let’s see what Kristen finds out.”