The Recruit (Book Three) (18 page)

“Stop doing
what?” She was panting lightly, her eyes closed and her hands
gripping his left arm as she stretched around him.

Her pussy
fluttered again and he cursed under his breath. “That! Stop doing
that!”

“I can’t help
it.” She grinned at him.

“I don’t
believe you.” He groaned again.

“Would I lie to
you?” She bounced experimentally on his lap.

He gave her a
pleading look. “Mercy, Selena. Please, for the love of God, just
give me one more minute.”

She shook her
head. “Time’s up, handsome.”

Being careful
not to touch his injured right arm, she braced her hands on his
hard abdomen and thrust her small body up and down. He cried out,
his left hand squeezing the couch cushion as Selena made a small
gasping noise of pleasure before beginning to shake.

“I can’t – I
can’t stop!” A low, breathy moan tore from her throat as she threw
her head back and rode his cock with a wild, almost reckless,
abandonment. After only a few minutes she was coming, her pussy
tightening exquisitely around his throbbing cock, and he made a
low, hoarse howl as his orgasm tore through him. Shaking wildly, he
thrust his hips into her repeatedly until his arm screamed in
protest, and he collapsed back against the couch with another
hoarse groan.

Selena touched
his face gingerly. “Reid? Are you okay?”

He nodded but
didn’t open his eyes as she stroked his left arm and his chest with
her soft hands. “Are you sure? Is your arm really hurting now?”

There was more
than a hint of worry in her voice and although his arm was
throbbing like a son of a bitch, he shook his head. “No, it’s
fine.”

“What’s
wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“There’s
something wrong, tell me.” She insisted. “Is it – was it something
I did? I mean, I – “

His eyes shot
open and he frowned at her. “Fuck, no. You were incredible.”

She blushed
prettily. “Then what’s going on with you?”

He muttered
another curse under his breath. “Let’s just say I usually make a
better –
longer
- first impression in the bedroom.”

She smiled. “It
was perfect, Reid.”

He kissed her
lightly on the mouth. “Will you stay with me tonight, Selena?”

“I will.”

Chapter 14

“You’re too heavy footed, Henry.” Paul
frowned as Henry, panting heavily, circled around a grinning
Hannah.

“You want to stay on the balls of your feet.”
Paul continued. “Don’t stomp around your opponent.”

“Okay, right.” Henry replied.

Hannah raised the wooden bokotu and gave him
a short bow. “Try again, Henry.”

He nodded determinedly and attacked her with
gusto. She parried his strike and danced backwards as Paul studied
the two of them closely.

The wooden blades made heavy thuds as they
clashed and Henry lunged forward, groaning loudly when Hannah
knocked the bokotu from his hand and kicked his legs out from under
him. He collapsed on the mats, his face red, and Hannah held her
hand out to him. She hauled him to his feet, clapping him on the
arm as he gave her a nod of thanks.

“Good, much better.” Paul said
approvingly.

“Not really.” Henry muttered.

“It’s true.” Hannah smiled at him. “You were
much lighter on your feet that round. It takes time to – “

She paused as the door opened and Chen,
followed by Andrew, entered the room.

“Hello, master.” She bowed as Paul and Henry
did the same.

“How are you feeling, master?” Paul asked as
Andrew sat down on the long wooden bench against the wall.

“Fine, thank you, Paul.” Chen said softly. He
held his bandaged arm against his side and looked around the room
as Hannah smiled at him.

“It’s good to see you in here.”

Chen nodded before studying her and Henry.
“Show me your training.”

“Yes, master.”

Hannah bowed to him again and Henry, clearing
his throat nervously, bowed as well before turning to Hannah.

“Are you ready?” She asked softly.

“Yes.” Henry raised his bokotu and he and
Hannah began to fight as Chen watched closely. After only a few
moments, Chen frowned and raised his arm.

“Stop.”

Hannah stopped immediately, backing away from
Henry and lowering her bokotu, as Henry gave Chen an uncertain
look.

“How many times has she knocked the bokotu
from your hand?” Chen asked Henry.

“A lot.” He admitted.

“
Move your hand higher on the handle.” Chen
advised. “It will give you both a tighter grip and better
control.”

“Yes, sir.” Henry replied politely. He
repositioned his hand, giving Chen another nervous look and Chen
nodded briefly.

“Better. Begin again.”

He watched the two of them fight as the door
to the training room opened and Natalie slipped into the room. She
sat down next to Andrew and squeezed his arm affectionately.

“Hello, Andrew. How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you doing?”

“Oh, much better.” Nat smiled at him.

“Have you gone back to the farmhouse?”

Natalie shook her head. “No, they told us it
was too dangerous. We’ve actually been staying here in the
facility.”

“That’s probably a wise idea.”

“
I guess.” She sighed. “I didn’t realize I
had a touch of claustrophobia until we started living here. Jim
said we should go to Heather’s and stay with her, but the boys
don’t want to go and I feel like it’s too far away from Hannah.
I’ve been practicing deep breathing techniques and trying not to
think about how deep we are under the ground.”

She shuddered a bit before giving Hannah
an affectionate look. Chen had stopped them again and Natalie
smiled happily when he took the bokotu from Henry and began to
swing it in a slow, deliberate arc.

“It’s so good to see Chen in here. Did you
have to force him into the room?” She asked.

“
Surprisingly, no.” Andrew replied. “It was
his idea to come to the training room when we were going on our
walk. I think he just wanted to see the room but I’m glad there’s a
training session going on. I think it’s good for him.”

“Oh, I think so too.” Natalie agreed
immediately. “Hannah’s told us what a wonderful teacher he is and
he really seems to have a love for it. You can see that
easily.”

“
You’re not kidding.” Andrew smiled. Chen’s
face, usually so solemn, was flushed with excitement as he talked
with Henry and swung the bokotu again. His eyes dropped to Chen’s
ass and he felt a sharp bite of lust in his stomach.

“Did you come here to watch Hannah train?” He
forced himself to look away from Chen and blushed when he realized
Natalie was grinning at him.

“
No.” She said cheerfully. “I was actually
heading to the kitchen and took a wrong turn. I’m forever getting
lost. I peeked into this room and saw Hannah, and figured I’d get
her to lead me to the kitchen when she was done.”

She laughed and crossed one leg over the
other. “Jim and the twins were engaged in a rather spirited game of
Scrabble when I left and I doubt they’ll even notice I’m gone.
Although,” she paused and gave Andrew another grin, “why Jim even
bothers playing Scrabble with them, I’ll never know. He’s not a
dumb man, far from it in fact, but the boys are just brilliant.
They’re going to destroy him at it.”

“I said no, Hannah.” Chen’s voice, raised in
anger, washed over them.

Hannah raised her eyebrows at him. “It’ll be
easier and faster to show Henry the proper technique you’re
describing if you and I just fight.”

“I am not fighting today.” Chen said
grimly.

“Why not?” Hannah persisted.

“You know why. Drop it, Hannah.”

“
You are more than capable of fighting with
one hand, master.”

“I said drop it.” Chen said warningly.

“Are you afraid that I will beat you,
master?” Hannah said tauntingly. “Afraid that your student is
better than you?”

“Oh dear.” Natalie whispered as Chen’s face
turned bright red. He turned toward Paul and Henry.

“Leave this room. Both of you.”

“
Yes, master.” Paul bowed and hurried
toward the door as Henry trailed after him.

The door shut and Andrew held his breath as
Chen turned toward Hannah. He had never seen the Asian man so angry
but Hannah simply gave him a cool look and held her bokotu
loosely.

“
You dare to speak so disrespectfully to me
in front of my students? You may no longer be my student but I am
still your master.” Chen said in a low voice. His accent had
thickened to the point where Andrew could barely understand
him.

“I meant no disrespect, master.” Hannah
replied.

“Did you not?”

“No.” She smiled impudently at Chen.
“Speaking the truth is not being disrespectful.”

Chen’s face reddened further and Natalie
reached out and gripped Andrew’s hand tightly as Chen bowed his
head and took a deep breath. His hand tightened on the bokotu and
he raised it in front of him before staring disdainfully at
Hannah.

“Begin.”

A small grin crossed her face and Natalie
gasped loudly when she attacked Chen fiercely. Chen, his face
serene, battled back and Natalie and Andrew watched silently as the
two of them moved quickly about the room, their bokotus clashing
repeatedly.

“Goodness, it’s like a dance, isn’t it?”
Natalie breathed.

Andrew nodded in stunned silence. He had
assumed that Chen was good but he was unprepared for the fluid,
silky movement of the man’s body as he thrust and slashed the
wooden sword at Hannah. Hannah showed him no mercy as she darted
and lunged and swung repeatedly at him.

“I don’t think this is a very good idea.”
Natalie suddenly whispered. “Chen’s going to get hurt. Maybe we
should stop them.”

Andrew cringed when Hannah pushed past
Chen’s sword and knocked him to the floor. The Asian man winced as
Hannah, panting lightly, backed away.

“Do you yield, master?” She asked insolently
as Chen climbed to his feet.

He snorted angrily and raised his sword.
“Again.”

She made a harsh bark of laughter and rushed
him again. Her eyes were glowing a bright green and she stepped
back nimbly as Chen’s sword swept past her throat.

“Not fast enough, master.” She taunted.

Chen didn’t reply and she winked at him as
she attacked. Natalie squeezed Andrew’s hand again and made a
ducking motion as Chen and Hannah swept past them.

“Oh my goodness,” she muttered, “I really
think this is a very bad idea. I don’t – “

She gasped again
as Chen rushed Hannah. He blocked her bokotu with
his own before mimicking her earlier move with Henry and kicking
her legs out from under her. She landed on the floor with a heavy
thud and made a loud growl of anger when Chen stepped on her wrist,
pinning her bokotu to the ground, and held his own to her
throat.

“Do you yield?” He said softly.

She reached for his leg with her free hand
and made a hoarse howl of pain when Chen ground her wrist into the
mat with his foot and jabbed the wooden bokotu into her throat.

“Do you yield?” He repeated.

“Yes!” She snapped at him.

He smiled with satisfaction and lifted his
foot from her wrist before dropping his bokotu. Hannah sat up and
rubbed at her wrist as Chen held his hand out to her. After a
moment, she took it and he helped her to her feet.

She held his hand for a moment. “Welcome
back, master.”

He gave her a cool, assessing look. “Speak to
me in that manner again, and I will not be so easy on you the next
time. Do you understand?”

She flushed and bowed. “Yes, master. Forgive
me.”

He nodded and then gave a grunt of surprise
when Hannah hugged him and kissed his smooth cheek. He pushed her
away lightly and she grinned and took his bokotu from him, hanging
them neatly on the wall before crossing the room and plopping down
beside Natalie.

“Hi, mom.”

“Hello, dear.”

“What did you think of our fight?” She rested
her head on Natalie’s shoulder.

“
I think you were amazing, dearest, but
Chen still wiped the floor with you even with only one hand. He’s
really quite a remarkable fighter, isn’t he?”

Andrew snorted laughter as Hannah raised her
head and gave her a mock scowl. “You’re supposed to be rooting for
me to win, mom.”

Natalie just shrugged as Chen joined them. He
sat down on the bench next to Andrew and Natalie reached across and
patted his leg. “Are you alright, Chen?”

Chen was sweating and his face had paled but
he nodded and gave Natalie a faint smile. “I’m fine.”

Hannah’s face dropped and she stood and
hurried over to Chen, crouching in front of him and studying him
anxiously. “I’m sorry, master. Is your arm okay?”

“Now you’re worried about me?” He raised one
eyebrow at her and she gave him a small grin.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to go easy on
you.”

“I didn’t.” He said gruffly.

Andrew touched his arm lightly. “Let’s go
back to your apartment, Chen. I want to massage your arm and check
the sutures. I think you’ve had enough exercise for one
day.”

As the two of them left the room, Natalie
smiled fondly at Hannah. “You look tired, honey.”

“Will and I have been going out every night
so I can practice shifting. I haven’t been getting a lot of
sleep.”

“How much?” Natalie asked curiously.

“A couple hours every night.”

“What?” Natalie frowned at her and Hannah
shrugged.

“Lycans don’t need much sleep.”

“How is it going?” Natalie smoothed Hannah’s
hair back from her face.