Undercover, p.7
Undercover, page 7
Brandt felt the chip’s call and opened. He heard Ash speak to Sera. “You play with fire, beautiful. Do you know what you look like there? Makes me crazy.”
“I’m just doing my job.” She’d even managed to inject a bit of sarcasm into her thoughts and it made Brandt laugh. Ash looked up and met his eyes, a smile playing at his lips.
Sela never wavered as she laughed and played charming with the Familial Representatives while still remaining wary. They asked a lot of questions he felt were inappropriate and seemed unnecessarily invasive.
“I don’t trust these men.”
Ash gave an imperceptible nod. “Me either, beautiful. Be on your guard. I’ve never seen them before but they’re underlings of my youngest brother.”
“Why would your youngest brother be interested in what you did? Can you trust him, Ash? Brandt asked.
“I have no reason not to. He’s got his own piece of the Family business. He’s the son of my father’s mistress but he’s officially recognized. Still, it’s best to keep wary.”
The night wore on and Ash became steadily more drunk. Sera knew what he was like when he got to this point and she wanted to be out of the room sooner rather than later. It wasn’t that she was afraid of what he’d do physically. Ash Walker wasn’t a violent man. Not with her. In her years of being with him, all their sex play, even the roughest, was never done in anger or in violence. She’d never submit to anyone who made her feel fear.
No, submission was about trust and she’d trusted Ash with her body and her heart. He’d been very careful with her body. She wished like hell he’d done the same with her heart.
But when very drunk, Ash was like a dog with a bone. He would pick at something until he’d analyzed it to death, relentless. And she had no reserves for that kind of discussion.
“Brandt, darling,” Sera took great care not to look in Ash’s direction to get pulled into a conversation with him, “I think I’ll wait for you in our rooms if you don’t mind. That way you and Ash can have an after dinner smoke with your guests.”
“No, that’s all right.” Ash stood up and put his glass down. “I’m off to bed myself. I’ll see you both at breakfast. Sela, you look beautiful this evening as always.” Taking her hand gently between his, he leaned down and kissed her knuckles. With a final nod at Brandt, he turned and left.
Brandt shrugged. He was apparently familiar with Ash’s badger mode and was just as surprised as she was by Ash’s graceful goodnight.
The two guests smiled at them. “I think we should go back to our rooms anyway. If you’ll excuse us, it’s been a very long day.” Brandt bowed slightly and Sera inclined her head as they walked past and out of the room.
She looked deep into Brandt’s eyes and let herself fall into his gaze. He refrained from touching her at that moment and she knew what he was asking without words. He was giving her a way to back out but she didn’t want it. She could tell herself it was a way to get used to his touch but she didn’t have the strength to lie. She wanted him.
She wanted him to wash away the ache of the Ash sized hole in her heart. A hole she’d had for ten years and had mostly dulled with work and occasionally play. Being confronted with him and his presence brought it back. It hung like a heavy cloak.
She nodded and put her hand on his forearm.
Just inside the door to their quarters, he backed her against it. Stopping just shy of her lips he looked into her face, making sure she was still with him. Once he’d ascertained she was, his lips met hers. Softly at first, increasing with pressure and intensity as the moments ticked by.
He took his time as his mouth devoured hers. Lips, hot and soft brushed over hers. Her bare skin warmed under the hands resting at her hips. She sighed with pleasure and his tongue slid into her mouth. His taste, intense, spicy and rich, bolted through her system. Sharp teeth caught her bottom lip and she shivered.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth where the slow, seductive tango of a kiss fried her cells with electric intensity. He dominated her mouth, took, plundered her and fed it back to her until she trembled with need.
Her head fell back against the door behind her as his mouth skimmed over the line of her jaw until he found the hollow just below her ear and feasted on it. Writhing against him, her fingertips dug into the muscles of his shoulders as soft sounds of desire broke from her.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmured into her ear as his hands found the ties to her blouse and undid them. The pretty fabric fluttered to her feet. “I want more. Will you give me more?”
Her moan of assent was as articulate as she could manage.
His hips canted forward, holding her there against the door. She watched, immobile with fascination as well as his weight, as his fingertips trailed across her collarbone and down her chest. Skirting her breasts, he touched the sensitive skin between them and circled her belly button. Reversing direction, he reached up and took the weight of her breasts in his palms, eliciting a gasp when his thumbs brushed over her nipples.
“So pretty,” he said, just before kissing her chin and down her neck.
The heat from his body seared her. She reached out to remove his shirt but he looked into her eyes and shook his head. “No. Not tonight. It’s just you tonight.”
He couldn’t possibly mean that. She must have shown her distress on her face because he chuckled softly and smiled.
“There’ll be more, sweet. There always is. With you, there always is.”
Before she could think up what to say without sounding suspicious, his mouth found her nipple and all coherent thought was lost. Instead, her hands held his head to her.
Suck. Draw. Lick. Bite. Somehow the man took those four basic things—sucking her nipple, drawing it between his lips and against his tongue, flicking and swirling his tongue around the tip and biting—to poetic levels. Each time he completed the set of movements and began again he did something a tiny bit different than he had before, or he moved to the other nipple. Over and over until she was little more than a whimpering mass of writhing, begging woman.
“Please, Brandt, please!”
“Please, what?” He spoke around her nipple, his eyes on her.
“Oh, my! Please make me come. Give me more. Fuck me, spank me, tie me up, I don’t care! Just touch my pussy somehow!”
He froze and gave her nipple a sharp bite that made her shiver with delight. Looking up slowly he met her eyes. He was a sight to behold. His lips were swollen and glistening. His chest heaving to catch breath. Thank the gods he was as affected by the situation as she was!
“Go into the bedroom and take off your skirt and panties. Get on the bed and spread your legs wide for me.”
She opened her mouth once and nothing came out. She didn’t want to argue. So she nodded and walked past him and into the bedroom.
With trembling fingers, she undid the fastenings on the side of her skirt and it dropped to the ground. She looked back over her shoulder at him with a smile. She hadn’t worn panties. The skirt was so low any panties would have shown at the waistline.
“Oh, yes, Sela. That’s lovely.” He stood immobile, watching as she got on the bed, first on all fours and then turning over to lay on the pillows at the head.
It was as if the flash of the pink of her pussy freed his locked muscles. He crawled on the bed after her, still totally dressed. Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her feet up and then levered her thighs wide open.
She should have been embarrassed. Her pussy was there, totally bare and spread open to his gaze but she was mesmerized by his power and sexuality. Shivers of desire broke over her body as she watched, breathless with anticipation.
“You’re glistening, sweet. I’m going to eat every last bit of you.” He said it as he let go of her ankle and idly brushed a fingertip through the furls of her pussy.
With a soft cry, she arched into his touch.
“Impatient little minx, aren’t you?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Her voice was faint. She couldn’t quite draw enough air.
“Hmm.” He broke his intent gaze on her pussy and looked up into her face. “Sweet, do you need to be taken in hand?” A smile hinted at the corner of his mouth.
“Oh gods, yes!” Who was he kidding? Of course she wanted that.
He laughed, crawling up her body to kiss her lips. She dragged her nails down his back, reversing them to pull his shirt from his pants. The skin beneath was hot and smooth. Her bare feet slid up and down his calves.
“That will take time,” he murmured into her ear before licking the delicate skin there. “We have time. I want to do this right. I want you to give yourself to me with all honesty and nothing between us.”
And in truth, nothing he could have said would have left her more defenseless. He could have taken her, she was open and offering. The anticipation would be heightened but also, he wanted to take it slow. Sex was one thing, something they’d do for cover and admittedly, for enjoyment. But her submission was another story, far more complicated.
She nodded, moved beyond words.
He kissed her again with sweet and heady slowness. After a time, when she was boneless with need and he’d pulled her into his spell, he left her lips and kissed down her throat, stopping at the hollow and then nibbling across her collarbone. Down again to each breast and the same slow, suck, draw, lick and bite rhythm until she’d begun to whimper.
She was so wet her thighs were slick. Her clit throbbed but he held her thighs apart with his body so she couldn’t even squeeze them closed for relief. Her pussy ached to be filled.
A deep moan came from her when he licked across her hipbone and down the crease of her leg and brought his body to rest between her legs.
When his hot breath blew over her humid cunt she gripped the sheets to keep from screaming out for him to take her. Time slowed as he moved closer and closer and she cried out when he look a long lick through the folds of her pussy and up around her clit. The tip of his tongue tickled the underside of her clitoral hood and two fingers slid into her cunt.
“Oh yes. More. Please more.”
He pressed his face into her pussy, giving it to her. Giving her more. Desperate, she rode his hand and mouth.
Pulling his mouth away for a moment he looked up at her and licked his lips. A breathy moan was all she could manage as he pressed the heel of his hand over her clit. Every cell in her body, every drop of blood, every muscle and bone wanted to come. She felt her orgasm building deep within her, knew it would be backbendingly intense when it finally broke over her.
“Touch your nipples. I want to see you show me what you like.”
His mouth descended to her pussy again but his eyes remained on her fingers as she rolled and pulled her nipples, tugging on the ring.
Fingers, slick with her juices, stroked over her rear passage. It had been a very long time for her and when he pressed inside, just a little bit, that was all she needed to rocket straight into orgasm with a feral cry.
His mouth continued to devastate her cunt along with his fingers as climax claimed her and pulled her under, battering her on all sides with intense pleasure.
Finally, she went boneless with a heavy sigh and closed her eyes. The muscles in her body twitched and burned as her skin cooled. Dimly, she heard the rustle as he got out of bed. She found the energy to turn her head and open her eyes.
He undressed and came back toward the bed. She smiled and managed to raise her eyebrows a few times. Gods he was beautiful.
“Not tonight. We have much more time. I’m tired and I’ve worn you out.”
“Are you angry with me?” She rolled to her side to face him as he settled in beside her.
He took her chin in his hand gently. “No, not at all. You’ve pleased me very much.” He tapped her temple and she opened the link. “Step by step, Sera. This is Sela and Brandt on one level but I want Sera. Do you understand?”
Her breath stuttered a moment and she managed a nod. “I don’t know if I can,” she thought back.
“You can and you will. I’ll earn it and we’ll work it through. You’re beautiful, Sera. Beautiful and special and I want you. All of you.”
Sighing, she let herself believe just a bit before she allowed him to pull her into his body and wrap his arms around her.
He lay there, wrapped around her, listening as she fell into sleep. He finally understood the depth of Ash’s desperation. Yes she was smart and sexy. But there was something else, something he didn’t even have words to do justice with. It made him crave her deeply. Made him want to sleep like this with her every night.
And not as Sela and Brandt, as Sera and Brandt. He wanted to see if he could have something real with Sera Ayers. He’d caught a glimpse of what kind of sub she’d be…saucy, irreverent…he smiled against her hair.
He didn’t want some fun D/s play, he wanted Sera’s submission. All of it and without hesitation and with total abandon. That first time between them wasn’t the right time. He didn’t just want her to submit because it made her wet to get dominated. He wanted her to submit to him because she desired to with all her being.
For now, they’d continue to get to know one another and move forward sexually and emotionally. He wanted more than to fuck her. Wanted more than her submission. He wanted it all. He knew it was beyond the cover for her as much as it was for him so he’d enjoy each step they took, knowing she wanted it as much as he did.
Good thing too, because his cock throbbed angrily. It didn’t care that he had a plan to slowly woo Sera into a real relationship with him. It just wanted to be in her pussy or her mouth.
He thought of Ash, pinged him through the link.
“You fucked her,” Ash said before anything else.
“No. I wanted to. What is it you envision this being?” It was important for Brandt to know. He didn’t want to lure Sera into a place where she got hurt and he wanted Ash to understand what was happening between them.
“I see the way you look at her. It’s more than cover and you want her as more than a plaything. I want that too. We can be together, all of us. I know I love her. You’re my best friend and I love you. We can make this work. You need to build something with her. When the time is right, I’ll move forward too.”
“You’re going to be all right with me topping her?” Brandt couldn’t not be that with her. He couldn’t have the same switch relationship with her he had with Ash. He felt much more deeply and intimately for Sera. What he felt was more than an urge to play and blow off steam.
“As long as you understand I will be too. I’m not jealous. I thought I would be but I love her and I love you. I can share that with you both. I think we could be a powerful unit, not just intimately but as a military unit. I’m tired. My cock is hard and I need to come. Unless you want to be in my head when I stroke off, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Brandt laughed through the link and sent a little help for Ash’s problem.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Sera woke up, she was alone in bed but not in the room. Brandt sat shirtless at the desk nearby, working on his computer, his forehead creased in thought. She took that moment to watch him for a bit.
He finally heard her rustling to sit up and turned around with a smile. “Good morning. Sleep well?”
One of the corners of her mouth quirked up at the sight of his sexy smile. “I did. I was extremely relaxed when I fell asleep last night. And how are you?”
“I’m good. We’ve got some other traffic out there now. All on their way to Nondal or Ceres.” With that veiled warning to watch what she said and did, he stood. “I’m off for a meeting with Ash. Family business issues. Will I see you at breakfast in an hour or so? Or shall I have someone bring you a tray?”
Air strangled in her throat when he reached up to stretch, pulling his arms over his head. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she watched the play of muscles in his abdomen and upper arms.
“I’ll be in for breakfast I think. Thank you, darling.”
He raised one eyebrow, catching her staring at him hungrily. “I am a lucky man indeed to have such a treasure in my bed who looks at me that way.”
“Oh? Do you need to hunt for buried treasure then? If so, I think I know where you need to look.” She spread her thighs.
Throwing back his head he laughed, a deep, rich baritone. “You do tempt me. But I just hit send on a message that I’d be in the meeting in ten minutes. And I never do anything quickly when the job needs a lot of attention to detail.”
Sera pouted and got out of bed, letting the sheets fall away. When she attempted to pass him to enter the bathroom he grabbed her, lightning quick.
“You do know how much I wish I could stay in here all day and make love to you, don’t you?” His words were quiet and for Sera. “I really do have to duck out and meet with the representatives and Ash. And then there’ll be breakfast.”
“I had a slight inkling.” She squirmed against his erection. “But I do thank you for saying it anyway.”
Leaning down, he captured her lips in a brief but thorough kiss. Breaking away, he set her from him with a sigh.
Her tongue slid over her bottom lip, still tasting him there. Still felt the delicious pressure of his mouth. “I’ll see you in a bit then. Don’t work too hard.”
“Always. That’s my motto.”
Laughing, she left him there in the room while he finished dressing. She closed the door to the bathroom behind her and thought of the pleasure of waking up with a man’s presence in the bedroom. There was something inherently safe about it, warm. Yet another thing she’d missed but hadn’t recognized until she had it again.
Her next two days were roughly the same. The Familial representatives took up Ash and Brandt’s time and she was left to her own devices for most of the daytime hours.
