Walker (Bad Boys of X-Ops #1) (26 page)

Jade smirked up at me, her fingertips trailing around to my front where my faded jeans fell low on the pointed arrow of muscles.

I sucked in a breath, heat fanning out from her fingertips to light up every part of my body starting with the thick pulsing rod of my dick.

I closed my eyes at the sensation, my knees nearly buckling.

“For someone called Justice you sure as hell spend a lot of time behind bars,” I hashed out.

“You sound funny. You coming down with a cold or something?” he asked.

“
Huh
?”

“Whatever,” Justice muttered. “Anyway, this is just one of the hazards of the job.”

“Correction, Kemosabe. One of the hazards of being you.”

I totally lost track of what Justice said next—in fact, I was barely able to hold onto the phone—because Jade rose to her feet and unknotted her towel. She let it fall to the floor, leaving me with a naked vision that was just so fucking fine.

I nodded at the phone, as if Justice could see me.

I grunted whenever he asked a question, largely because Jade had unbuttoned my shirt. She rubbed the buds of her nipples against my chest and sank her nails into my abdomen, dragging them down, down,
down.

“I fucked up,” Justice said.

I slit my eyes at Jade as she sat back down on the edge of the tub—naked. I said that already, right?

“Fucked up? Or fucked the wrong woman . . . again, Jus?” See, Justice had a reputation of being an international playboy.

He had this little problem of getting his dick out with the wrong women, at all the wrong times.

Huh.

Kind of like me. Except I definitely wasn’t complaining about my predicament, and Jade certainly wasn’t the wrong woman. She’d opened my jeans, seemingly delighted to find I’d gone commando. So freakin’ delighted in fact, she’d slowly lifted out my cock and was currently rolling her fist up and down it in one smooth motion aided by copious amounts of clear pre-jizz.

I tried to gasp quietly.

Came out like a long drawn out groan.

“You're my lifeline, Tonto.”

“Bullshit. Call Blaize, why don’t you?”

“Fuck you. Just bail me out.”

“Bust you out you mean.” I reached out, bracing a closed fist on the bathroom wall.

Jade had untucked my balls from my jeans and gotten busy fondling the heavy sac with her goddamn talented fingers.

“Wait. Where are you? The rez or the ranch?” Justice asked.

After licking her lips to a sexy sheen, Jade slowly engulfed the head of my cock, pursing her lips in a tight ring right around the rigid cliffline of swollen flesh.

“The ranch.” I grunted loudly.

Jade sucked me off, laughing in her smoky tone while she curled her agile tongue around the thick root of my shaft.

Fuuuuuck. Me.

“What was that? Who’s laughing?” Mr. Fucking Nosy Asshole asked.

“Jade.” Pulling back her hair, I watched her ride her lips up my shaft until she lifted off the top. “Came back to me.”

“Oh Christ. Are you two—”

I heard nothing else. Jade smiled before swallowing me to the base, holding me inside her constricting throat before sloppily slurping back up.

She raised her head from me with a wink, wiping saliva off her chin while she loosely jacked me.

The seconds were rapidly counting down on my and Justice’s little chat session with a bleep-bleep-bleep from his crackly phone. 

“Where are you this time? New York? DC? If it’s Moscow again you can just rot.” I attempted to focus so I could cut Justice off and get my fuck on with Jade.

“Singapore.”

“The fuck? Again, Justice?”

“This only makes twice.”

“More like”—
FUCK
! With no warning, Jade did her delicious deep throat trick again, and I rocked down into her mouth, rooting there—“
ungggh.
Fuck. More like four times. Plus that fine for littering.”

“Are you even listening to me, Walker?”

I didn’t even know if I had ears attached to my head anymore. All I knew was my life began and ended with my cock, which was continuously embedded in Jade’s hot throat. And her tongue. She did that thing. On the underside and then all around the head when she guided me out between her scorching lips.

I heard a loud bang, probably Justice hitting the phone receiver against the wall but
fuuuuck
, Jade had her mouth on me.

My hand convulsed on the cell and I bit my lip, drawing blood.

“Do I need to contact Storm and Bane?”

My abs flexed, and my head rolled back. “No. We’ll be there.”

“We?” Justice’s disembodied voice drifted to me.

“Jade and me.”

Apparently she was on board with that idea. She bent lower and suckled one of my balls inside her sweet, sassy, posh mouth, purring hotly.

I vaguely heard Justice whining, “They’re talking about electroshock shit, Walker. They want to shave me like a hairless guinea pig . . .”

I groaned in response.

“WALKER!”

I cut Justice off mid-rant because . . . Jade. And the swirling action on my sac. I dropped the phone, spreading my legs and spearing my fingers into her long hair.

She released the swollen orb she’d been drawing tighter and tighter into her mouth. “But what about Justice?”

“Justice can wait.” I hauled her to her feet. “I can’t.”

Dipping her into a kiss, I crashed my lips to hers. I cradled her head, angling her so I could take what I wanted. Her tongue. Her mouth. Her . . . all of her.

When I let her go, she wobbled on her feet before I reached out to steady her.

“Got something planned, Walker?” She cocked her hip and mewed at me.

More than a fast and furious fuck in the foyer.

Yeah.

“You could say that.”

“Should I get dressed?” she asked.

“Let me consider that for a moment.” I scanned her insane body from head to toe, taking in all the details from her plump lips to her green cat’s eyes, her hella tits, and—oh yeah—the legs that went on for miles. “Hell no.”

I ripped my shirt off the rest of the way and rebuttoned my jeans.

Jade pouted.

I led her back to the bedroom and sat her on the bed.

“Stay,” I ordered.

She glared. “Stay?”

“Yep.” I anchored her hands to the mattress.

“I just wait?” she asked.

“Yup.” After giving her a quick kiss I leaned away.

Her nose scrunched. “You know I’m no good at waiting.”

“You can always talk to yourself to make the time pass faster.”

I ducked out the door a second before a knife rammed into the wood where my head had been.

I let out a full-bodied laugh, taking the stairs three at a time.

Knowing how impatient Jade was, I raced from one floor to the other. I filled that elegant clawfoot tub with steaming water. It was deep enough and wide enough for two, at least. No bubbles, because I wanted to see all of her, naked and wet and shiny.

I brought up some whisky poured into thick glass tumblers. I set out candles and lit them so the flames glowed before I turned the recessed lights down low.

Hell yeah romance. I could rock that shit for Jade.

The two of us spent most of our lives on the run—hiding out, dirty, dusty, and hungry. Always running on empty. We rarely got the chance to appreciate the finer things in life.

I wanted to show Jade how much I loved her. Honored her. Wanted her.

Holding her hand in mine, I escorted her to the bathroom. She gasped quietly at the change of scene.

“Walker!” She spun toward me. “Romance?”

“For you,” I gruffly said.

I helped her into the deep tub, watching her sigh in relaxation. After slipping off my boots and jeans, I settled behind her. I brought her against my chest and between my widespread thighs.

“Oh, this feels so good.” She swished her hands, making light ripples in the clear liquid warmth. “Especially after being on Kohana today.”

I scooped water over her shoulders, watching the fluid lines created on her skin.

I laid my lips on her shoulder in a soft caress. “Pretty sure you’re going for one more ride today.”

“Am I?” She glanced back—those eyes, the killer woman, and one more thing . . . All Fucking Mine.

“Oh yeah.” Lifting her with ease, I settled her higher on my hips so my cock ran between her pussy lips from behind.

The lush caress of wet on wet on my hard dick sent a sinful rush through my body.

“Looks like I am,” she gusted out, placing her palm beneath my shaft to rub it more sinuously along her slit.

Our black hair willowed together, creating designs in the bathwater. I handed Jade her whisky and soaped my hands. She rolled against me while I washed her, sudsing down her back, across her stomach. With my forearm, I raised her mouthwatering tits and poured body wash straight onto them from the bottle. I framed the two mounds, creating more bubbles, my fingers caressing her nipples to hardened points.

Jade swayed on top of me, her skin hot and slick and slippery.

She returned the favor. Skimming her hands behind her, she dragged her palms across my chest, adding to the foam. She reached below to my haunches, husking out a laugh when I jerked against her. Slipping a soapy hand around my cock, she nestled it—hot and hard and long—against her cunt until I carved along her engorged flesh.

By the time we were clean—well beyond clean, and on our way to getting very, very dirty—I could no longer speak.

I needed Jade, desperately.

Lifting her from the tub, I kissed the beautiful features of her face—her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and chin, and lips. I rubbed her softly dry as she stood before me, her lips gently touching my neck, my shoulders, my chest and the Thunderbird tat. I tied a towel around my waist then lifted her in my arms.

I carried Jade downstairs—the silent
want
kindling between us.

In the great room, I’d stoked the fire, laid out the fur robes, lit more candles.

She slid to her feet, her body coiling to fit mine. Our lips collided, and I lowered her to the floor, the heat beside us blazing the flames higher. Moving down the length of her neck, I kissed and nibbled her skin. She was slightly moist from the bath, and she tasted divine on my tongue. Cupping her tits, I pushed them snug together for my mouth.

I sealed my lips around her nipples, sucking on them in tandem as she drove her fingers into my hair. Smiling around her curvaceous flesh, I nibbled my way down the undersides.

Her back arched.

She gasped my name, curling one long leg along my thigh, and my hip, and my side, rubbing her soft skin against me.

With a last nip to her belly, I rolled her to her stomach.

“Like that, is it?” Her low laughter dripped with pure sex appeal.

Reaching beneath her, I guided her to her knees and pressed her legs wider.

“No.” My mouth at her ear, I grunted. “Like this.”

“
Mmm.
Even better.” Wagging her ass, she drew in a hiss when my cock wedged between her labia.

Rising up behind her, I held her slim back in my big hands, almost able to encircle her entire waist. I swept my fingers down the sinuous curve before dipping a thumb into the crease between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

She shivered below me, an array of chills rising on her skin.

I rode the seam of her ass down to the dusky rose of her tiniest opening—something to savor for later—and divided her swollen flesh lower with the calloused pad of my thumb. Ringing the tight, taut opening of her cunt, I listened to the soft chants of her hums and moans.

Jade pressed back against my hand, and I slid a finger inside her.

I leaned back to watch. She was sweltering and wet. Pinker there and so pretty.

“You are so ready for me.” I kissed the center of her back and drew my tongue up to the nape of her neck.

“Please, Walker.” She wiggled her ass against me, providing a tension-tight tease.

Planting my hands on her cushiony rear, I positioned my cock at her entrance. Her pussy always felt like it wanted to suck me in, swallow me whole, milk all the come from my balls.

I gave her the tip of my dick, spreading her with the broad head. “This what you want?”

“More.” Stretching up on her arms, she tossed her hair back.

She pulsed right there, right where I breached her.

I gripped her until white marks appeared where my fingertips crushed into her ass, waiting, waiting . . . watching.

“Bloody hell. Fuck me, Walker!” she wailed.

I nailed her hard with all my cock and held there as she cried out.