Hidden Prey (Lawmen) Page 20

  “Next time you can spank me.” She gave him a smile meant to fuel the fire she saw in his eyes. “This time you watch.”

  Landon knew he was going to lose it, and lose it big. He was going to come in his jeans if he wasn’t careful, or if Tori didn’t stop.

  Her sensual smile and the way she touched herself made his cock swell and feel as if his jeans were strangling it. Her lips parted and her lids lowered so that she was watching him through the slits of her eyelids as she took him to the very edge.

  She moaned as her finger moved over her clit while she pinched her nipple with her other hand. Her finger moved faster over her clit and she gasped as she looked ready to climax. He almost dropped to his knees, wanting to lick her sweet flesh and make her climax with his mouth.

  But she clearly enjoyed what she was doing to him. Her breathing became harsher and she tipped her head back, falling into the sensations. A few more strokes and she gave a cry. Her hips bucked against her hand and her whole body seemed to shudder.

  Unable to stop himself, he took the few steps between them and slid his hand to her lower back as he brought his mouth down on hers. Her body still vibrated from her orgasm as she drew it out with her fingers. He stole the rest of her breath with his kiss, needing to feel her orgasm as he held her. When her body stilled, he raised his head and looked down at her.

  He put his hand over her heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath his palm. She took a deep breath, tension easing from her features and she slipped her fingers out of her wet folds.

  Her pupils dilated as he replaced her fingers with his, and she shuddered when he touched her clit. He brought his fingers from her folds and raised them to his nose. He inhaled her scent, drawing it into him, and a rumble rose up in his chest. Her lips parted, her gaze smoky, as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and tasted her.

  He slid his fingers from his mouth. “I love how you taste.” He slid his fingers into her hair. “I want to make you come with my mouth and my tongue.”

  The flash of pure desire in her eyes almost drove him to his knees. “I have the control and I intend to take full advantage of you.”

  Before he could form a reply, she gave him a sensual look and slid out of his grasp as she knelt on the floor in front of him.

  He nearly groaned aloud. What she’d done before—he’d never been with a woman who could deep-throat him, taking all of him. Last night she hadn’t even come up for air often as she sucked him. He wasn’t sure he could handle another round.

  She pushed up his shirt and splayed her fingers on his abs. She slid her palms higher, touching the expanse of his chest before running her hands down to the waistband of his jeans. She trailed her fingers along his skin, just beneath the waistband above his erection, and his heartbeat grew louder in his ears.

  “I loved having your cock in my mouth last night.” She smiled as she deftly released the button with her musician’s hands. “I want it again. More than anything.” She looked up and met his gaze as she pulled his zipper. “Almost anything.”

  He groaned as she pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to release his cock and balls. She was too much. “I’m warning you—” Words failed him as she grasped his cock and he hissed out a breath.

  She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, before licking the pre-come. He clenched his fist at his side and gritted his teeth. He was not going to climax, damn it. He was going to fuck her—if he survived.

  “I love the taste of your come.” She sighed, her breath warm on his cock and causing him to damn near orgasm without her even taking him completely into her mouth. “I love the salt of your skin.”

  “Damn it, Tori.” He tried to make it sound like a warning, but it was barely audible through his gritted teeth.

  Her eyes never left his as she slid her mouth along its length.

  “Jesus.” He grasped a handful of her hair and pushed her head all the way down. She took him willingly, all the way into her throat. “I never knew musicians were so damned talented.”

  She stared up at him and sucked. She fondled his balls, making little circles with one finger behind the sac. She traced the skin between his balls to the front and a shudder of pleasure traveled over his skin.

  With her other hand, she grasped his cock as she moved her head up and down. Watching her head bob while she took him deep only made the feeling in his groin tighter and powerfully intense. Sweat broke out on his skin as he felt the strong suction of her tongue and mouth that threatened to make him come. She’d been right. When she went down on him, she had all the control.

  He had to stop her from taking it too far, to the point of no return. He pulled her hair hard, tugging her head back. His cock slipped from her mouth. She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him. Her eyes were soft and liquid brown. He was a goner for sure.

  “Hold on.” He removed his belt and laid his Glock on the nightstand. When his belt was off, he turned back to Tori, his heart beating a mile a minute.

  She grasped his jeans and boxer briefs and tugged them all the way to the floor and he saw by her eyes that she loved what she saw. He stepped out of his clothing and then she slipped off each of his socks with his help.

  This woman was going to be the death of him. Death due to being deep-throated by a gorgeous woman. What a way to go.

  When Landon was naked from the waist down, Tori took in his rock hard muscular body. She loved sucking his cock, loved to have the hard length of him in her mouth and down her throat. He felt so good, tasted so good.

  She eased up from the floor, pressing her lips to his flat belly and skimming them over his ripped abs. She smoothed her palms beneath his shirt and over his muscular chest as she rose and placed her lips on his collarbone. She avoided touching the other shoulder, where he’d been shot.

  For a second, the memories of last night washed over her and threatened to tear her away from the moment. But she held on to her composure, determined not to let the horrible men ruin her time with Landon. Right now was for the two of them.

  He bunched his fist in her hair and buried his nose in it, and she heard his audible inhale as he breathed in the scent. “You smell so damned good.” He nuzzled her. “All of you.”

  She sighed as he slid his lips over her cheek and his mouth claimed hers. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted and what ways she loved to be kissed. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and kissed her hard.

  He raised his head. “I want to take off this damned thing.” He reached for the fastening on his sling. “I don’t need it.”

  She braced her palms on his chest, her breathing ragged. “Are you sure?”

  “Damned sure.”

  He needed her help removing the sling and she tossed it onto the rocking chair when it was off. She had to unbutton his shirt for him and she took her time, slowly undoing each button while her fingers skimmed along his hot skin. She could tell by the slight tremors in his body that he was having a hard time restraining himself. When the last button was taken care of, she gently pushed the shirt over his shoulders and helped him slide it off.

  She ran her fingers lightly along his shoulder, staying away from the injured area. The dressing was still clean and the wound hadn’t been bleeding—at least not enough to show through the dressing.

  “I want to taste you again.” His words came out in a deep rumble that sent a thrill through her. He moved his body close to hers, his cock bumping against her belly, his chest rubbing her nipples. He ran his fingers down her side to her hip and back up again.

  “I need you inside me.” She moved her mouth to his and whispered against his lips. “I need you. Lie on the bed.”

  Still watching her, he sat on the bed and then lay back, resting his head on a pillow. His hunger for her was like flame in his eyes.

  She trailed her fingers up from the base of his cock to the head and back again. “Where are your condoms?”

  He stroked her hip as she teased his cock. “In the nightstand draw
er.”

  She smiled and moved closer to the nightstand before pulling out the drawer. A new box of condoms was tucked in the back. She opened it and took out a foil packet, and dropped the box into the drawer before closing it.

  Her fingers trembled a little as she tore the foil open and pulled out the condom. She eased onto the bed and straddled his legs.

  “Come on, honey.” His expression was dark, intense. “I want you to ride me. I want you to fuck me good and hard.”

  The way he said it was so hot, so erotic, that she almost dropped the condom. With her eyes focused on him, she grasped his thick cock and put the condom over the head before slowly rolling it over his erection. He groaned as she pushed it all the way down to the base.

  When she raised her head, she smiled at him. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

  She moved up his body until she straddled his waist, then rose and grasped his erection and placed it at the entrance to her core. With her gaze focused on him, she lowered herself onto his cock.

  Her eyes widened and her lips parted as he filled her, stretched her. She was struck again by how amazing it felt having this man who fit so perfectly inside her. No one else had ever satisfied her the way he did.

  She threw back her head and thrust her breasts out as she began riding his cock as he thrust up to meet her. She closed her eyes as he cupped one breast with his big hand, the heat of his touch adding to the fire inside her. He pinched her nipple hard and she gasped, her eyes opening in surprise. The pain was brief but electric, a current shooting to her belly and her clit.

  “That’s it, honey.” He urged her on as he reached for her other breast. “Fuck. Me. Hard.”

  Her breaths came faster as she rode him. His cock easily reached her G-spot, rubbing against it and drawing her closer to orgasm. Everything in her body felt tight, buzzing with electricity.

  “Look at me.” His words were terse and when her gaze met his, his jaw tightened, and by the expression in his eyes, he was fighting to keep from climaxing. “I want you to come with me.”

  “Yes.” Her words came out in a whimper as his eyes held hers. “Yes, please.”

  She rode a few more hard thrusts when he commanded her, “Come now, Tori. Come now.”

  Her orgasm exploded through her, throwing her into a world that seemed to spin uncontrollably. She could barely process the moment as her core clamped down on his cock, pulsing around him.

  He shouted his release and his cock throbbed inside her as he drove in and out a few more times before his entire body seemed to relax completely.

  She wasn’t sure her mind would ever stop spinning. When it finally did, she let his cock slip out of her and she slid onto his right arm, resting her head on his good shoulder. Her breathing came harder and faster than ever, her heart pounding in her ears.

  Perspiration slicked his skin and hers, and the smell of sex permeated the room. His breathing was as hard as hers.

  For a long moment they rested together, sated and relaxed. When her breathing finally slowed, and her heart no longer pounded like a drum, she tipped her head up and smiled at him. He kissed her softly and she snuggled against his side.

  Gradually she slipped into a deep sleep, feeling safe with Landon, like nothing could ever happen to her again.

  CHAPTER 23

  An early morning thunderstorm darkened the sky, and the desert monsoon rain pounded down on the rooftop, a constant thrum. Distant thunder followed lighting flashes.

  Landon realized something that caused him to pause in picking up a breakfast dish. He hadn’t had any nightmares about Stacy since he’d met Tori.

  What did that mean? He put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. He also hadn’t had the desire to drink. He wasn’t an alcoholic—he didn’t miss it when he wasn’t drinking and didn’t crave it. But he had used it to self-medicate after Stacy had died.

  He realized then, too, that the leg that had been shattered in the motorcycle accident hadn’t been bothering him for some time now. He wondered if the pain had been part of what he hadn’t been able to let go of.

  As he straightened and closed the dishwasher, he glanced at Tori who was wiping down the breakfast bar with a damp sponge. She wore a blue T-shirt and jeans, along with the athletic shoes that George Fallon had picked up at Walmart.

  He closed the dishwasher and watched her for a moment. She was so damned beautiful. Not just her looks, but also her spirit, personality, intelligence, and more. Much more.

  After all she’d been through, how would she feel about what he had to tell her?

  Out of nowhere came the words of the old woman wearing the mantilla at the church. “You will die if you tell her the truth. If you don’t tell her, she will die.”

  Hair at his nape seemed to stand on end. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He didn’t believe in omens or predictions, or whatever the hell that bullshit was, but he’d intended to tell her the truth regardless.

  Tori rinsed out the sponge, put it away, and looked at him. “Is something wrong?” She frowned. “I don’t know if I can handle any more bad news.”

  He moved toward her and enveloped her in a one-armed hug before kissing her on the top of the head. When she put it that way, maybe he should hold off.

  She drew away, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “What was the hug for?”

  “You are stronger than you think.” He trailed his finger along her cheekbone. “In a matter of days, you have handled more than most people go through in a lifetime.”

  “Doesn’t mean I’m up for more of the bad news variety.” She looked fragile in that moment, and he’d never seen her look like she might shatter. He could understand why, he just hadn’t seen that in her before. “If it’s not going to kill me and it doesn’t involve my family, I don’t want to know. At least not now.”

  He ran his finger along her cheekbone and down the curve of her neck. Her words mingled with the old lady’s.

  “If it’s not going to kill me…”

  “If you don’t tell her, she will die.”

  Damn.

  No, he didn’t believe in crap like that. Hell, even if he did believe in them, how did he know the old lady been talking about the fact that he’d killed Tori’s brother?

  If there was any chance of the old woman’s prediction coming true, he needed to tell Tori, and he needed to do it now.

  “Tori.” He captured her attention and she looked at him.

  “You have something bad to tell me, don’t you.” She just looked at him as she said it as a statement. “And you’re going to tell me anyway.”

  He nodded. “I have to. It’s something I should have told you long before we…before we went to bed together.”

  She frowned. “How bad is it?”

  He looked away then back to her. “Your brother was a dealer for the Jimenez Cartel.”

  She looked like she was holding her breath, her eyes widening.

  Landon gripped his good hand into a fist then relaxed it again. “And as you said, a DHS agent killed him during a raid.”

  She didn’t say anything, as if she knew what was coming.

  “He shot at us and we returned fire.” Landon studied her brown eyes that were widening. “Ballistics came back that it was my bullet that killed your brother.”

  Tori put her hand over her mouth, as if she was holding back a cry or a scream. He reached out to touch her arm but she backed away. She lowered her hand and shook her head. “No.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I don’t want you to touch me. I need—” her breath caught. “Oh, God.”

  She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders trembled with her sobs.

  Landon reached out and grasped her shoulder, but before he could say anything, she straightened and shook him off. She distanced herself from his touch and headed into the living room. He followed her.

  She went still. “I hear something over the storm.” She hurried to the front window and peeked through the blinds. “Someone
’s driving up the road in an SUV.” She looked over her shoulder at him, a slight edge of panic in her voice. “What if it’s the cartel?”

  Landon frowned as he moved toward her. “No way anyone could know that we’re here.” He squinted, peering through the blinds. Even in his surprise, he relaxed. “It’s Dylan.” Landon gave Tori a look meant to reassure her.

  “I met Dylan at the DHS office.” Her chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath. Then she looked a little flushed. “And he walked in on us that night…”

  “Yes, he certainly did.” Landon strode to the front door, opened it, and stepped onto the porch as Dylan parked in front of the house. He climbed out into the rain and approached Landon, the man’s expression both relieved and pissed off.

  “What the hell did you mean by disappearing like that?” Dylan strode up the stairs to the porch where Landon waited for him. Rainwater dripped from his Stetson and his clothing was drenched from the downpour. “We thought you’d been blown to hell. Your family did, too.” He glanced at the front door to see Tori peering outside. “And we thought the witness was dead.”

  “I didn’t know who the hell to trust.” Landon shook his head, his frustration tensing his muscles.

  Dylan’s scowl turned into a frown. “You’re telling me that you didn’t trust me?”

  “I didn’t want to use my damn phone.” Landon moved the hand of his right arm to the nape of his neck. “I wanted everyone to think we’d died in that blast.” He rubbed his neck, trying to ease the ache.

  “How did the bastards find the second safe house?” Dylan asked. “Was it an inside job?”

  Landon shook his head. “I took Tori’s phone after she took out the battery, and both were with me. After the explosion, I found a special tracker in the phone that worked independently of the phone and battery.”

  “Holy shit.” Dylan’s jaw dropped. “How did they get it on her phone?”

  “We think her boyfriend put it there.” Landon shook his head. “They likely got the information when they tortured him.”