Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security 9)

“Jules,” I whisper, my breath ghosting over her lips as I step into her.

“Kit, I—”

I press my lips to hers, rejecting any argument that she may have to offer. My heart soars when her arms circle my waist, and she kisses me back.

I swear I hear angels singing from the heavens, a chorus rejoicing in us finally making it back to this place.

This is every fucking thing I could hope for. It’s a promise, a vow that I’ll protect her from any and everything that tries to hurt her, and that includes my sister when we tell her about us.

It’s all I need from her, but then her hands begin to roam, her fingers gliding slowly over the erection I can’t control in my jeans.

This wasn’t my intention. If anything, it kind of cheapens the moment, but I’m a slave to her needs, and she’s making those very clear as her hands work open my zipper and palm my cock.

I groan into her mouth, wishing I was man enough to take a step back, but my need for the physical side of this overpowers the alarm bells in my head, wanting to verify that I mean just as much to her as she does to me.

“Not in here,” she whispers against my lips, and I fully understand her meaning.

This room, in part, still belongs to her mother. Our bodies joining in a carnal way would just be too weird.

She smiles against my lips when I lift her up and carry her from the room. She nips at my neck on my way to her room, the zap of pain telling me exactly what she needs. I’d prefer going slow, making love to her, but I’m merely her servant, made to give her whatever it is she’s requesting.

“You want it dirty?” I ask as I enter her bedroom.

I don’t have time to take a look around, despite never having stepped foot in here before. Hell, until earlier, I’d never stepped foot in her home. I’ve picked Beth up from here a couple of times, but my sister always met me in the driveway.

“Please,” she answers, her hips rotating against me as I stand with her in my arms in the middle of her bedroom.

“If you want to get fucked, you know what to do,” I tell her as I lower her feet back to the floor.

She doesn’t waste a second dropping to her knees, and her perfect lips are wrapped around the tip of my cock the second it’s free from my clothes.

“Such a perfect mouth,” I say, knowing she’s really into the praise, as I grip the back of her head and push myself deeper.

It’s too damn good. She’s too damn good, and it only takes a minute or two before my nuts draw up closer to my body, threatening to explode much too soon.

“Goddamn, baby. Are you trying to go for a personal best?”

She grins up at me, her tongue lapping at the metal bars on the underside of my cock.

“Devious little minx,” I rasp, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side.

Her eyes drift to the ink covering my torso, and I stay silent, letting her drink her fill, because the attention she’s giving me with her eyes is nearly as enjoyable as her mouth wrapped around me.

“I need you naked.”

She rises to her feet, her hands scrambling to get her clothes off, and her eagerness makes me smile.

“Craving me, baby?”

She attempts a shy smile, but I read the desperation in her eyes like she’s an open book.

“I’m craving you,” I tell her, giving her a pass as she bends to shove her panties down. “On the bed. Show me that pretty pussy. Good girl, Jules. You’re already swollen for me. Does it ache?”

She nods her head, her fingers resting on her lower belly, mere inches from where I know she wants to touch.

“How greedy?”

“Please, Kit. Touch me.”

“Show me what you like, baby,” I tell her as I finish getting undressed.

The moan that erupts from her throat at the first swipe of her fingers over that swollen piece of her is the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard. I’m frantic to hear it again.

“That’s my girl. Feel good?”

“You’d feel better.”

I smile at her admission. “How many times have you thought of me while touching yourself since the wedding?”

Her cheeks turn pink, her embarrassment flushing her neck and chest.

“That many times?” I ask, reading her easily. “Naughty girl. You should’ve called. Taking care of this greedy pussy is my job.”

I lower my lips to the center of her, basking in the scent of her arousal before painting a wet strip against her with my tongue.

She moans, her fingers falling away as her hips lift in greed when I pull a few inches away.

“Kit,” she whines. “Stop teasing me.”