Storm: (Blood Legion MC) (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 3) (25 page)

But we all knew Blaize, and when she was talking ops she never fucked around.

Bane paired up with Kiki? Her with the crazy hair, him with the mismatched eyes—one brown, the other hazel—they were either a pair of misfits or a match made in heaven.

“I want a new mission,” Walker grumbled. “I haven’t made my kill quota for the year yet.”

Justice stared at him. “You have a kill quota? Do you get a bonus for that?”

“Don’t know how you can keep track of the death count when you usually try to bomb whole countries.” Bane angled his face way, way,
way
away from Kiki.

“Yeah. If anyone’s a loose cannon, it’s you, Walker.” Kiki tapped her fingers on the tabletop.

Everyone ignored her.

“What is this? The Boys Only Club?” Kiki muttered, “Fucking assholes.”

I chuckled.

“What are you laughing about? Assholes—plural—includes you, Storm,” she shot back.

“I’m amused ’cause the betting pot on whether you or Bane make it home alive is gonna be huge.”

“Fuck you.” Bane and Kiki growled together.

“Look. They’re already getting along.” I winked at Walker.

Double snarls. Come to think of it, they had a lot in common.

“
Aaanyway
, you don’t need bonus pay, Jus, because you’ve got that book thing.” Walker poked fun.

“Yeah, how’s the novel coming along, Justice?” I asked.

“
Porn
.” Bane grunted.

“Smut.” I barely held my grin in check.

“Drivel even.” Walker leaned back and hooted loudly.

“You’re all illiterate, and fuck you too.” Justice shoved back from the table. “At least I’m married.”

“Me too!” Walker crowed.

“At least my woman’s in the same room.” Beat that, fuckers.

Well, my comment finally got Blaize’s attention from whatever she was messing with while she pretended to ignore the buffoonery in the background.

“Storm.” She turned to face me.

“Yeah?” I stood from my chair, striding to her.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, nodding toward the door.

“Right on.” I smiled.

Tucking a hand at the small of her back, I ushered her to the exit.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Walker called out. “We have drinks to down, a bar to wreck, probably a prison to break Jus out of later . . .”

“Taking my lady home.” I swept Blaize from the room, leaving the dudes—and Kiki—open-mouthed and gawking.

Once outside in the bright fall day, Blaize hesitated. “Do you think they’re going to keep messing with Kiki? Maybe I should stay.”

“You have to start trusting the toddlers sometime,
cher
. Besides, Kiki looks like she really
can
do some damage.”

“She and Bane are going to kill each other, aren’t they?”

Hot Zone

SITREP: WITH MY WOMAN, and feeling mighty fine.

At the upmarket brownstone in Georgetown, I unlocked the front door, cut off the alarm, guided Blaize inside.

She continued where she’d left off outside of T-Z, gnawing away at the issue of Bane and Kiki. “I’m worried about Katherine.”

“Katherine?”

“Agent Damage.”

“Baby Spy you mean?” I hopped out of my boots, tossing them aside.

When Blaize hurried to place my big scuffed boots on the low shelf beside the front door, I stopped her with a long, deep, tongue-diving kiss.

Her fingers clutched against my leather jacket. “I forgot what I was saying.” Her voice was breathless, and her deep red hair shivered over my arms.

I pressed my thumb against her pouty bottom lip. “Doubt that very much.”

Drawing back, she shook off her jacket. I was right there to take it from her. That time I hung her coat up properly.

“There’s talk above my head at T-Z.” She unbuttoned her blouse at the wrists.

I licked my lips, performing a slow perusal of her body.

“Bane’s assignment to Katherine. That wasn’t my decision.”

“Bane’s a stone cold killer when he’s not doing the mending and patching up.” I unzipped my jacket and threw it toward the wooden bench.

It skidded onto the floor with a thud.

Blaize narrowed her eyes at the lump of leather cluttering the entryway. “That’s what I’m worried about. With him and her working together.”

I dragged the thermal shirt up my torso, worked it off my arms and shoulders, and let it fall at my feet. “Why don’t we talk about that shit later?”

Unlooping my belt from my jeans, I added it to the clothes pooling in the foyer. My muscles flexed and rippled when I popped the first button of my jeans.

Blaize’s words petered out for a moment.

Another button open . . . the line of black hair from my belly button down my lower abs became a thicker, coarser nest, just visible in the open
V
of my pants.

“Trying to distract me?” she asked, her nipples budding beneath the blouse.

“Depends. Is it working?”
Another button . . . open.

“Maybe.” She bit her bottom lip, a look of pure lust making her eyes darker, her cheekbones sharper.

“
Bien
,” I husked in a low tone.

She shivered.

“Hungry?” I stroked the fat length of my cock that formed a long ridge in my jeans.

“Nope.”

“Horny?” I grinned.

“Maybe.”

“Excellent.” Moving past her, I barely brushed the back of her hand with my fingertips.

Her entire body shuddered in response.

She trailed me to the bedroom.

And I finished taking off my clothes while she watched.

Blaize liked to watch.

And I did not have a problem putting my body on display for her. I really fucking liked it when she whimpered the second my dick appeared. Or when I bent over to kick off my jeans. Or when I pulled my fist slowly up the throbbing shaft of my cock so the purplish head swelled even more.

“You really don’t mind I’m in charge of you?” She stood propped against the doorframe, her pulse fluttering a mile a minute at the base of her throat.

“Fuck no. It’s hot.” Advancing in slow purposeful strides, I leaned my entire naked body against her still-clothed, softer, smaller frame. “Long as I’m still the boss in the bedroom.”

Her hands moved to my ass, which she grabbed and squeezed. She parted her legs, taking my heavily muscled thigh up high and in between. She licked and kissed and mouthed a moist hot trail up my neck to my ear.

“I think I could come just like this, Storm.”

“Yeah?” Peering down, I sneered. Taking two handfuls of her blouse, I shredded it right down the center, sending pretty little buttons flying.

Ripping down the frail lace cups of her bra, I eyed her tits before bending to attach my lips and tongue and fingers and teeth to the hot, aroused tips of her nipples.

“How ’bout like this?” I grunted around my feast of warm womanly flesh.

“Yes!” She arched, tufting her fingers through my hair to yank me harder, closer, rougher.

Grinding her cunt down on my leg, she thrashed between the wall and me, crying my name with singular need when she climaxed.

I kept playing with her nipples, the sweet peaks cherry-red and engorged. “Gotta fuck these some day.”

“Surprised you haven’t yet.” She grinded her hips against me, seeking closer, seething contact with my cock.

“That a complaint?” Pulling her away from the wall, I sent a sharp swat to her rear end.

“
Maybe
.”

I spun her around, caging her back against my torso. Licking her neck, I flipped the clasp of her bra. It fell forward and drizzled off. Reaching around, I flicked open the fasteners of her pants, my dick rubbing against the small of her spine. She took me in her hand, her head tilted against my shoulder.

“You are so fucking big, Storm.” She fisted up to the engorged tip, trickling her fingertips in the run-off of precome.

I rocked into her hold, come swelling my balls.

With a vicious groan, I pulled free. Dropping to my haunches, I got rid of her high heels, skimmed pants and panties free of her legs.

Running my hands up her legs, I pulled her hips back, her thighs open.

Using my thumbs, I spread her puffed-out, slippery labia. “I love me your wet, swollen, pink pussy,
cher
, but I’m gonna love this ass tonight.”

She sucked in a breath, thrusting her delicious backside out.

I melded my mouth to her cunt, slurping wildly, eating loudly.

Molding her ripe ass in my hands, I slapped and squeezed the bouncy flesh. My lips wet with her come, I kissed and licked and lapped to her narrow passage. Breaths chugged hard from my chest, and every muscle in my body stood out taut and tense.

Bypassing the sexy little hole that would be a home for my cock tonight, I went at Blaize’s bottom she pushed into my face. Biting. Snarling. Licking. Locking my teeth on her.

I knuckled three fingers inside her dripping pussy, and just as she came again, I set my mouth against her. Furious, fast, lashing, I teased her ass until the sweet ring pressed open.

“Fuck. FUCK.” With both hands clasping her cheeks apart, I fell against her.

Blaize shouted when I took my time tonguing into her. She shoved back onto me.

Her fingers scraped along the wall.

Her hips rolled.

Her pussy clasped my fingers through another unstoppable orgasm.

“Storm.” She gasped. “Storm!”

Practically sitting on my face, she quivered all over. “I’m gonna collapse!”

With a roar, I picked her up in my arms. Her body was flushed from top to bottom, and sweat made us slick all over. I tossed her onto the bed, and she pushed damp tendrils of red hair from her face.

Animal-like, I crawled up on top of her.

Braced above her, I was ready to take, fuck, own.

Heated heavy breaths rushed from my lungs. My thighs clenched. My cock pulsed. My shoulders bulged.

I reached across her for the bottle of lube. The underside of my arm caressed her breasts.

She bowed back with a hiss, her heels hitting the bed.

“Blaize.” I lowered on top of her. “Tell me you want this.”

She cupped my balls with her hand, her nails skimming up along my bone-hard cock. “I want all of you. Want you everywhere. Every way.”

With two hands full of clear oil, I funneled the liquid down the crease of her cunt and onto the cleft of her ass.

“
Yessss
,” she hissed.

Palming her open, I worked two fingers into the heat of her pussy, and one single digit into her little bud.

Blaize’s hips ratcheted up.

I anchored her down.

Working both her holes in tandem, I brought her to a mindless fever pitch and threw her over the edge when my lips softly latched onto her pinked clit.

Arms raised, she pushed against the headboard, pushed down onto my mouth, my hands, my exploring fingers. A quaking, short laugh tore from her throat.

I added another finger. And another. Slowly burying them knuckles deep inside her ass I’d been loving and stretching for days.

Her stomach was a glistening swathe of creamy skin. Her tits bounced on her chest. She lifted up from her heels, riding both my hands that rode both her fucking hot holes.

“Jesus. You make me wanna pound right into you.” My nostrils flared as I watched her screw herself on my fingers.

“
Uh uh uh
!” Stuttering, Blaize grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Fuck me now.”

“Get my cock wet.” I kneeled beside her, my eyes glazed over.

I grunted the moment her hand curled over the heft of my shaft. Her fingers glided—wet and squelching with lubricant—up and down.

“Get me dripping for your ass.” I held the nape of her neck in my hand, rubbing the tips of my other fingers across her parted mouth.

She drizzled more lubricant onto my steel-hard shaft before bouncing my balls in her wet palm.

I knocked her hand away with a shaky, almost-done laugh.

Lying back, I welcomed her on top. “You wanna be in charge this time?”

“No. Take me, Storm.”

Her hands framed my face when I rose above her.

“Fuck me, babe.” She nipped the side of my mouth.

I rolled the backs of her thighs up to my shoulders, holding her wide open. My cockhead hovered above her tight, slickened ring.

Breathing out, I prayed for control, hoped I didn’t hurt her . . .

Touching the broad tip of my cock to her starred flesh, rubbing dollops of clear jizz around it, I almost fired off without even breaching her.

But when Blaize needfully pressed up against me, I groaned and huddled closer.

“Press out. You gotta press out and take it,
cher
.”

“I have watched anal porn before, you know?” she sassed back.

My head rolled on my neck. “
Ah
hell. We’ll be talkin’ about that later.”

I watched as the thick head nudged inside.

Her muscle opened, accepted me, and clamped closed around me.

“
Ah.
Fuck.” My fists planted beside her hips, I stopped moving. “Blaize?”

“Slow. Go slow.”

I bent over her, holding her head in my hands. Another inch struggled inside her ass. “I will never hurt you. Never hurt you,
cher
.”

“I know.” Reaching up, she wound her arms around my neck. “I want to give you this. Give you what was once taken from me.”

“God, Blaize.” Stalling completely, I nudged her lips with mine.

She pressed closer, easing inside my mouth with her tongue. The slow burn of a kiss deepened with every second I held still with just my cockhead buried inside her. Then—as she gasped against my devouring mouth—the hot wet slide opened.

I felt her, taking me inside the tight tunnel.

Her body pressed up, and I ran my hand down her tummy, to her clit, along her wet, wet,
wet
folds.

She jerked up, gasping, swallowing the last veiny inch of my cock into her ass.

Blaize stilled. Breath halted. Breasts brushing against my chest.

Her ass filled with me.

“God.
Mon Dieu
!” I kissed her earlobes, her flushed face, her parted lips. “Did I hurt you?”

Her palms skittered along my sides and planted on my ass. “The best hurt.”

“I have to fuck you.”

“I want it. I want you.”

Oh, Fuck.

I withdrew, her tight clasping passage scorching my cock.

With my cock held just inside, I rocked back. Deep. So deep she cried out my name, clambered for more, almost crawled on top of me to get it.

I established a smooth piston motion inside of Blaize’s ass—in no hurry at all. I sucked her nipples, fucked her ass, pressed down on the hood of her clit.

Drawing her tongue into my mouth, I slammed into her with my full length.

Wildly turned on, I braced up on an arm. “You like it.”

Her pussy was like a pressed-open flower when I flicked my fingers over her shiny labia.

“Love it!” she gusted out. “Love you.” She wrangled her hands around my neck. “Kiss me. Mark me. Fuck me.”

“Say it again.” I punched my cock into her.