Redeemed (19 page)

“Calm down,” the deep voice demanded.

“Calm down? Do you realize how many times you’ve said that in the last five years? Too many to count, you son of a bitch. I’m going to give you about one week to put an end to this mess and then I’m going it alone.”

“You know you can’t do that. If you so much as breathe wrong, your ass will land in a place worse than prison for the rest of your life.” The guy paused before continuing. “Now, sit down and take some deep breaths. We’ve told you before how serious this is. The only choice you have is to ride out the search party and then we’ll have you settled again in no time with a new mate.”

“This is one very long ride, buddy.”

“I know, but that two-bit PI can’t follow you forever. He’ll give up soon.” The man chuckled, a maniacal sound that made Damon’s blood freeze. “He’ll have to go home soon before Ashley loses it and dumps his ass.”

Damon swallowed. His vision blurred. “What the fuck did you say?”

Silence. “Sorry, man. Thought you knew.”

“That jackass following me is fucking my mate?”

“It seems that way. But who cares? She was a bitch anyway, right? Let him have her. We have a lead on someone much more acquiescent for you.”

Damon took a deep breath. His blood pounded again now, thawing and then boiling as his anger rose.

“Listen, just hang tight. We’ll make arrangements for you to be moved soon. Stay where you are and don’t let anyone unnecessary see you. Got it?”

“Sure. Whatever.” Damon barely listened to that last part. All he could think about was why Ashley’s new partner was following him. Fear climbed up his spine, making his hand shake until he nearly dropped the cell phone.

I’ll kill that bastard, and Ashley too while I’m at it
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The line went dead and Damon dropped the cell on the cheap old comforter covering the cheaper older mattress that dipped in the middle. He ran a hand through his hair.

On top of everything else, he hadn’t managed to point out that the drug paraphernalia had gotten left behind in his haste this time. He’d never left anything behind. He’d hidden it so well, even an FBI agent would have had trouble finding it.

Thank God he’d had an escape plan. He’d watched that man sitting in his car after the Romulus had contacted him. When the man had exited the vehicle and headed straight for Damon’s hovel, Damon had praised the Lord he’d already made arrangements for a hiding place.

All he’d had to do was dash around the corner. In seconds he had himself locked in a supply room at the end of the building. He’d picked the lock in the middle of the night the first day he’d arrived. It was perfect. No apartment employee had used the room since, so no one knew it was unlocked yet.

The moment he’d entered, he’d easily turned the deadbolt, sequestering himself from whoever was chasing him before the guy circled the building. Hopefully the bastard assumed Damon had driven away or been picked up.

Evan opened the front door of his home, turned toward the alarm panel, and pushed the buttons to deactivate. He set his briefcase on the small table and dropped his duffle inside the front room. He pushed the door closed and reset the alarm. His intent was to grab a quick shower and then race to Ashley’s parents’. Instead, he froze in his spot. He’d known the place would smell of his mate. They’d made love many times in the last few weeks in that confined space. But he hadn’t been prepared for the overwhelming, knee-buckling, enticing scent that made him want to forego the shower and turn around to get back in the car.

He closed his eyes and inhaled long and slow, knowing if he didn’t hurry, he would lose his resolve to shower and change. The least he could do was show up looking presentable. Flying always made him feel grungy no matter how long ago he’d showered.

When he opened his eyes again, they landed on the most delicious sight he’d ever seen.

Ashley. Even in the dim evening glow from outside, without turning on the lights, he spotted her immediately.

No wonder the place smelled so strongly of her pheromones. She was there, in the flesh. He blinked to be sure she wasn’t an apparition and then dashed across the room to where she stood leaning on the frame to the hallway.

She giggled as he lifted her off the floor and squeezed her against his length. His cock jumped to attention at this new turn of events. The fellow had been told to wait at least another hour and suddenly had received the new information that its prison sentence would be lifted a bit earlier than expected.

“You’re here alone?” He glanced from side to side. Surely someone brought her here. And she wouldn’t have stayed alone.

“Yes.” She kissed his lips. “My mother dropped me off.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m so glad.” She was getting braver. He kissed her back, his lips smashing into hers as he backed her up against the wall. He needed more of her, craved her like a drug.

And she responded, tugging at his shirt until she had it over his head.

“I was going to take a shower…” His voice trailed off as she nibbled on his neck. The timid sweet little mate he’d claimed just weeks ago was no longer quite so shy.

“No. Don’t,” she muttered against his skin. “I love how you smell. I don’t want you to wash it away.” She licked a bold path down his chest until she flicked her tongue over his nipple.

His already hardening cock went full speed ahead, jamming against his pants and making him very uncomfortable.

It didn’t last long. Ashley slunk down and popped the button on his khakis. She lowered the zipper slow enough to send a shiver down his spine.

He planted his hands on the wall above her, bracing himself and hoping to keep from falling.

She pulled on the sides of his pants and lowered them to the ground. His cock sprung free as though sighing with gratitude. “Baby…” He wouldn’t last long like this with her torturing him. When she set her palms on his shins and then smoothed her hands up the length of his legs, he moaned.

She gripped his thighs and squeezed, her face inches from his bobbing cock. On her knees in front of him… He held his breath. She hadn’t given him a blowjob yet. And he hadn’t mentioned it. He didn’t know what she’d gone through with her ex, but if she’d been forced to suck him off, Evan wanted no part in that reenactment.

She didn’t flinch, however. Her gaze landed on his dick and she released his legs to tentatively stroke the length with both hands. “So smooth,” she muttered.

He watched as a pearl of come leaked from the tip.

Ashley held his cock with one hand and her sweet tongue darted out to lick away his come.

Evan’s knees threatened total collapse. He curled his fingers on the wall as though he could get some sort of purchase against the smooth surface.

“I missed you.” Ashley sucked his head into her mouth before he could respond. She moaned around the tip and then released him with a soft pop. “I love that I do this to you.”

All the blood ran to his dick, leaving him speechless, unable to send messages to his mouth.

She sucked him in again and then licked the length clear to the base. With one hand she held him steady. With the other she caressed his balls. “Can I touch these?”

He cleared his throat, unsure if he could articulate anything to the affirmative. “Yes, gently…”

She fondled his sac with her dainty fingers, barely touching him. And then she reached behind him with that free hand and grasped his ass. Her mouth sunk low on his cock, leaving him lightheaded. She sucked, hard, and then pulled almost off before repeating the same action.

Evan finally let go of the wall with one hand to weave his fingers into her hair. “Baby, you have to stop that…”

She let him fall out of her mouth and looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” The way she batted her eyes told him she knew damn well she had done nothing wrong.

He grasped her head with both hands and eased her up to standing. He kissed her forehead and then buried his nose in her soft hair. She smelled so fucking good. It was his turn to snack…

With amazing dexterity, Evan managed to kick his shoes off and then stepped on the legs of his pants until they came away also, taking his underwear with them. “I’m decidedly less dressed than you.” He lifted her chin and took her mouth in a kiss, delving into her sweet cavern and letting his tongue dance with hers. He swallowed her moan.

As he continued to nibble her mouth, he backed them down the hall. Expertly, he found the bedroom in the dark, kicked the door ajar with his foot and proceeded across the floor.

Ashley held his biceps with both arms and didn’t come up for air until he hit the edge of the bed, jarring them both.

She giggled when her belly ran into his cock. He moaned in response. “Take your clothes off, baby. I need you.”

She stepped back. The blinds were open, providing plenty of light from the moon for him to see her sultry expression as she unbuttoned her shirt and let it drift to the ground. She teased him by shimmying out of her pants and then stood before him in nothing but sexy black lingerie.

“You’ve been shopping.” He smoldered as he watched her sway toward him once again. Her firm high breasts were accented by the black lace that barely covered her nipples.

“Online, but yes.”

“I like it.” He reached out to stroke the upper swell of her breast with one finger.

Goose bumps rose in the wake of his touch, and he traced over them as she shivered.

“And I like your response even more.”

“I can’t get enough of you. How about if you stay in town for a while this time?” She didn’t whine, but she did stick out her bottom lip in a fake pout. “I might be able to make it worth your while.”

“I’m quite certain you could, baby. And I wish I wasn’t held to this contract. It’ll be over soon.”
If that weasel would sit still a minute
. It was amazing how astute Parkfield was considering what an ass he was.

Ashley surprised Evan by shoving him onto the bed, climbing onto his lap, and straddling him. His cock tucked neatly against her thong, the lace barely covering the soft triangle of hair above her clit.

He fell onto his back when she pushed him again playfully, and he scooted them both into the center of the bed. She’d never been this brazen, and he liked it. She was coming around.

He hoped he could add to her experiences by emulating what she’d just done to him.

She squealed as he swung them both around, holding her straddling his waist. When he had them lined up with the top of the bed, he looked into her eyes. “Grab the headboard, Ash.” She eyed him suspiciously, narrowing her gaze. “And scoot forward.” He nudged her hips and urged her to kneel closer to his mouth, straddling his lips.

“What…?” The word faded as he used both hands to grip her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to his mouth. He held her steady and sucked her essence through the lace barrier.

She trembled. “Oh God.”

Evan grinned into her wet pussy and reached around her thighs from behind her to stroke through her folds. He toyed with the thin strip of lace between her cheeks, dragging it back and forth through her pussy lips.

“Evan…”

Finally, he pulled the thong aside and exposed her clit to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tight nub several times and then sucked it between his lips.

“Evan,” she shouted, louder than the first time.

This was perfect. She was on top, giving the illusion of being in complete control. He knew she wouldn’t balk at many things as long as she was on top of him. He’d learned that quickly. She was also comfortable in missionary position. He doubted he’d ever take her from behind. It seemed that was Damon’s only style. If that was Evan’s only concession in life, he would die a very happy man.

Evan flattened his tongue against her clit and pressed a finger into her slit. She was so fucking wet. His cock twitched. He needed her over him, enveloping him. Now.

He released her from his mouth, making her moan in frustration.

“Oh, God. No…” Her eyes shot wide when she muttered that last word, and his chest swelled at her wantonness. “I…” She bit her lip and let her gaze slip to her pussy, unable to make eye contact with him.

“I know, baby. I want you to come on my cock. I love how your pussy grips me, pulsing around my length.”

Her gaze shot back to him, still wide as though she couldn’t believe how blatant he spoke.

“Scoot down.” He pressed her hips. As she released the headboard, he tugged on her thong. She had to lift one leg over him to remove it, and then she resumed her spot, scrambling to straddle him again. She nestled against him, trapping his cock flat against his belly between her pussy lips. Sitting upright, she smoothed her hands over his chest.

His breathing hitched. He needed her now. She was taking her sweet time.

She pinched his nipples, making him buck into her touch. “Just making sure I’m not the only one on the edge here.”

“Never, baby. Never.” He lifted her torso, freeing his cock to line up with her entrance. And then he eased her down until she was fully seated.

Like a swan, she arched her entire body over him, her head thrown back, elongating her neck. Her breasts stood high and firm still encased in her bra, and he cupped them both in his hands. He pinched her nipples through the lace, imitating her own action seconds ago, and then he reached for the center clasp and popped it open to release her chest to his gaze. He drew the straps down her arms and tossed the lingerie aside.

She didn’t lift up yet. Instead she ground her clit against him. And she moaned. When her face came back into view, she smiled. “I love you.” Her cheeks flushed a deep red. It was the first time she’d said those three words, and he’d waited, biting his tongue for weeks, not wanting to scare her by repeating them to her after the first time he’d declared his love.

“God, Ashley. I love you too. More than anything in the world.” He grazed his fingers down her belly and then between her legs. He held her open farther, if that was possible, and clasped her clit between his thumbs. “Pinch your nipples for me, baby.”

She paused a moment, but her sweet fingers lifted at his encouragement and she squeezed both breasts, pinning her nipples between her first two fingers on each side. She arched again, and he rolled her clit between his thumbs.