Till Death: Deep Six Security Series Book 1 (14 page)

So he did notice, she thought, sitting up and uncrossing her legs.  “I’m just practicing for our mission like you asked me to do,” she drawled, widening her eyes to give him two bats of her eyelashes.

Dave sat the popsicles down on the dresser and walked to stand over her.  “Do you know what happens to little southern belles when they lie?”

“No, because I was raised in the north mostly, Washington DC.  My mother was a pedigreed belle, a born and bred Texas Rose, but I am not.  I’m just pretending, remember?” she said with a wide smile.  If the frustrated look on Logan’s face was any indication, Susan was doing a very good job at her impersonation too.

“Well, honey.  I’m about to show you what happens,” he said grabbing her wrist to jerk her to her feet.  Susan could fight, but what was the fun in that?  If he did something she didn’t like, she’d put him on his ass.  Until then, she was going to find out just what Dave Logan could do with his frustration.  She thought he’d pull her to him and kiss her silly like he’d done before, but he surprised her when he turned her and sat on the bed.  The look of glee on his face preceded him yanking her across his lap.  The impact of the landing knocked her breath out of her, and before she recovered, he clamped the steel band of his arm over hers, and she felt a breeze as his other hand yanked the hem of her skirt up to her waist.

A whoosh of air announced it, but Susan still didn’t believe it until Logan’s large palm stung both cheeks of her ass.  Her clit piercing vibrated and her inner muscles flexed in time with her pained moan. 

“What the
hell
, Logan!?!” Susan screeched, writhing to get off his lap, but he held her tight. 

Another rush of air had her tensing her body, as his hand landed a little harder the second time.  Susan felt the imprint of every finger of his hand on her ass, and they throbbed in time with her heart, which was pounding at the moment 

“Stop it!” she shouted, but for some reason her inner muscles pulsed now, her nipples hardened and her breath came out in a long, slow sigh as her body wilted over his lap.  His long, strong fingers kneaded her, soothed out the sting, then rubbed until the sting turned into fire inside of her body, and a tremor rocked her. 

What the hell was this
?  Susan didn’t know, but she had to be a freak for liking it. 

“Let me up, Logan,” she growled, wiggling again to get up.  His body tensed, and a rush of air told her he wasn’t finished.  Susan flinched, tensed and her clit throbbed expecting, wanting to feel the impact, but it didn’t come.  His hand swooped down, hovered millimeters from her skin, she felt the heat, but no sting and she grumbled.  What was his game?  Was he wanting her to beg him to spank her?  Well that would come the day he ice skated in hell. 

But fuck if she didn’t think about doing just that, as he shoved her off of his lap and pulled her skirt down.  She rubbed her ass, and turned on him.  “Don’t you dare hit me again, or I’ll kick your ass,” she hissed.

He laughed, and she fought the urge to wipe that smug grin off of his face.  “Now get yourself undressed,” he said, then lifted a brow.  “Unless you want more?  Bad little southern belles who don’t do what they’re told get the same treatment.”

Did southern women really like this? It looked like northern women did too, she thought as she enjoyed the delicious soreness when she sat on the edge of the bed.  Maybe all women did, and Susan had just lived a very sheltered, deprived life, she thought lifting her foot to grab her shoe.  Or maybe she was just a freak.

“Leave the shoes on, I said,” he growled and a liquid tremor moved through her to settle at the apex of her thighs.  Susan lowered her foot to the floor and reached for the top button on her suit.  Dave’s eyes burned as she pushed the first button through the hole.  She flicked another, and he sucked in a breath.  She could see his heart pounding at the side of his throat, and his beautiful eyes became almost navy-colored as his pupils dilated.

“Popsicles are melting, hurry up,” he said in a gravelly tone.

Oh good, Lord
.  Susan’s breathing hitched, as she tried to think of things he could do to her with those frozen pops.  Her mind froze at the possibilities, but her fingers quickly skimmed down the buttons to the bottom of her suit coat.  She held his gaze as she slid the coat off of her shoulders.  Logan stalked over to her and pulled her to her feet. 

“Fuck it.  The popsicles will wait, I can’t.”  He turned her toward the bed and pushed.  Susan bounced on the bed, and squealed when Logan grabbed her ankles to drag her lower body back to the end.  He propped her up on her heels and shoved his hand into her lower back, then yanked her skirt up to her waist again. 

Susan heard a zip, the clank of a belt being unfastened, and a whoosh as he slid it from loops and tensed.  A delicious shiver rocked her, but fear too.  Surely he wasn’t—but she didn’t finish the thought, because Logan moved up behind her to slick the engorged head of his cock through her folds.  He raked her jewelry and Susan moaned, as her knees went weak and a tremor rocked her.  He teased her there several more times and she became wetter, hotter with every circle he made.  Susan was on fire, pushed back against him, needed more, but Logan backed away.  His foot kicked her ankles wider, spread her for him to move in closer. 

“Put on your seatbelt,
Bunny
.  I’m about to rock your world,” he growled as he spread her moisture over her fold with his finger, then positioned himself.  Gripping her ass, Logan spread her then without warning, his hips shot forward and he plunged himself inside her body. 

“Mmm…” she moaned, her fingers curling into the sheets as the burning stretch took her breath, and he was only halfway inside of her.  Her body pulsed around his cock and her fists closed tighter, as she anticipated taking more of him, all of him.  Logan seemed to be holding back, giving her time to adjust, but what Susan needed was more. 

She lifted her butt higher, shoved back against him and he slipped further inside, but his fingers dug deeper into her skin stopping her.  “One second, sweet cheeks.  I need a second,” he begged.

Susan heard his ragged breathing, felt the tension in his body.  He was about to come, and he’d just gotten inside of her.  “You doing okay back there, Logan?” she asked with a laugh, wiggling her behind and enjoying the sound of his pained groan.

The stinging slap on her ass came out of nowhere, and Susan sucked in a sharp breath as the reverberations skittered along her nerve endings. “I just realized I don’t have on a condom and I’m very near the edge,” he growled.  “Now fucking be still and let me enjoy this for a second!”

“I told you I’m on the pill,” she mumbled into the sheets that were bunched up around her face.

“You did, didn’t you?” he asked then went quiet for a second.  “It’s too late anyway,” he growled, and shoved himself inside of her to the hilt. 

Susan moaned, her fingers ripped at the blanket and her body pulsed as waves of pleasure washed through her.  “If you’re lying about this, belle.  You’ll get more than an ass whipping.”

“I’m not lying, Logan,” she whimpered.  He was buried inside of her, and it felt incredible, but she needed him to move.  “Please, I need you to fuck me.” 
So much for not begging
.

“I almost fucked you in my office,” he admitted, his fingers massaging her ass as he just stayed there, impaling her, making her wait.  “If you’d have leaned over my desk any further, you’d have gotten what you wanted in there.  But you decided you needed to leave after teasing me, didn’t you?” he growled.

“I would’ve let you fuck me in there,” she replied, the thought sending a thrill through her.

“No, you wanted to tease me.  How’s it feel to be on the other side of the teasing now, belle?” he asked calmly. 

How could he be so calm when her insides were a raw mass of nerve endings?  He was inside of her, she was hot for him and he wanted to talk?  “Stop talking and start fucking,” she growled through her teeth.

“See here’s the thing, sweet cheeks.  I’m the one in control here, you’re not.  Until I decide you get yours, you just wait.  I could sit here all day,” he said as he pulled back.  Susan gasped, and her inner muscles clamped down trying to hold him inside as he slid out of her in one motion.  “Or I could just walk away like you did to me all week.”

Susan growled, as she rolled onto her back to sit up and shoot daggers at the frustrating man standing at the end of the bed grinning at her.  His pants were around his knees and his cock was more than ready to finish her off.  But he was playing games with her instead?  God, she needed him to finish her off.  “What do you want me to do, Logan?  Beg you to fuck me?  I’ve done that!”

“Partners need to be able to trust each other, Susan.  We’re going to play a little trust game.  I want you to ask me to tie you up.”

“Are you
crazy
?  I’m not doing that!”

The smile slid off of his face.  “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.

“As far as I can throw your two-hundred pound ass, and I can do that if you don’t get back over here and finish what you started!”

“Always threatening me,” Logan replied tsking his tongue.  “I say you back up your threats this time, Miss Jiu Jitsu Expert.  Let’s go at it and see who ends up on top.  Loser ties the winner up,” he said with a laugh.

Susan caught his attempted wordplay.  “Nice try, sucker,” she said scooting to the end of the bed. “Remember who you’re sparring with here, asshole.  Mensa doesn’t take dummies.  Winner ties up the
loser
.”  And Susan would use that popsicle in some
very
creative ways once she had him on the mat.  Screw this southern belle shit, she was going for his jugular.

“One more rule,” Logan said with a grin that she felt in her chest.

“What now?” Susan asked grabbing her suit jacket from the floor, and kicking off her heels.

“We do this naked,” he replied toeing off his boots, before shoving his jeans to his ankles and stepping out.  He pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it on top of his jeans, then stood there with his hands on his hips in all his magnificent muscular glory, naked as the day he was born.  Susan thought about it a moment, as she enjoyed the view.  Logan had a lot more vulnerable naked parts than she did, that could be a useful advantage. 

Tossing her jacket on top of his clothes, she removed her skirt and smiled.  “You’re on.  Put on your seat belt,
pookie bear
, I’m about to rock
your
world,” she said with a laugh, as she assumed her ready stance.

Logan bowed, then eased down to balance his weight, before assuming a similar stance, which concerned Susan greatly.  Had she made a grave error in judgment here?  Underestimated her opponent?  She knew Logan had been in special forces in the Marine Corp, but never thought that might include martial arts training.  Her mistake, she thought, as he circled her and she turned to keep him in her sights.  She could only hope he wasn’t an advanced belt, but his first move told her he was probably just that.

His foot suddenly swept for her knee, and he just missed taking her feet from her.  Heart pounding, Susan dodged left, and circled a kick to his knee, which also missed.  He punched, and she grabbed his wrist and jabbed her elbow into the crook of his elbow, bringing him to his knees.  He grabbed her legs at the knees and she landed on her back with him on top of her.   Susan grabbed his arm and twisted, throwing her weight to reverse their position, but he flopped back down on her, using his sixty-pound weight advantage. 

She pushed up with her hips, twisted her upper body to get her elbow free and managed enough momentum to bring her elbow up against his ear.  Hard.  With a grunt, Logan rolled to the side and she scrambled to her feet and he did too.  Before he could get his balance, she immediately threw a punch to his gut, and another to his head, which he blocked.  She brought up her knee to finish him off and he grabbed it and jerked.  Susan flew through the air and landed hard on her back.  Before she could recover, he was on top of her again.  This time he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. 

“Uncle?” he growled, breathing hard.

“Fuck your uncle,” she said struggling under him.  His penis pressed at the vee of her thighs, and Susan spread her legs, let it fall into the crease, and smiled as she slammed her thighs together pinching it.  Logan’s eyes widened, then he howled as he rolled off of her, and curled into a fetal position.  She rolled to her feet, and glared down at him.   “Aunt?” Susan asked smugly.  “Might think about that before you suggest naked judo next time, sensei.”

“That was a foul,” he said, coughing.  “And I’m only a brown belt.”

“There are no fouls in naked judo, only opportunities,” Susan said with a laugh.  “You picked a pussy martial art, asshat.  I’ll kick your ass every time.”

An angry roar preceded her feet leaving the floor, and she found herself staring at the ceiling, her arms trapped against Logan’s chest.  His naked, sweaty body pressed her into the carpet, as he held her leg by the heel to his side.  “I’ll show you pussy,
Bunny
,” he growled, breathing hard, as he pistoned his hips forward to shove his cock inside her.  “How’s that for pussy, sensei?”

“I’d say the point goes to you,” Susan whispered weakly, barely able to breathe as her body tried to adjust to his thickness, and his weight crushed her ribs.