Quincy came first, her head flung backward, like a she-wolf howling out her conquest. The moment her juicy flesh gripped my dick, I followed. My hips jacked off the bed, lifting both of us into the air as I came and came and came like a founta–oh shit.
“Quincy.” I lifted her off me, spilling some of my cum. “Sweets. I didn’t use protection. I mean, I’m clean–one hundred percent sure–but…”
Quincy’s cheeks were flushed. Her wide eyes glassy. I wasn’t sure she even understood my words yet. She was still recovering, trying to catch her breath. She was sweaty and panting, her body lax and pliant and fuck, we were sticky and wet. My dick wasn’t going down anytime soon knowing I marked her. It might not have been on purpose, but every fiber of my caveman being pounded my chest with male satisfaction.
“It’s okay,” she panted after a moment.
“It is?”
“Yeah. I had the birth control shot.” Sadly, she pulled her dress up and covered her breast as she backed off my bed. “I’m good. No worries.”
She picked up her panties.
I already hated that she was leaving. I hated that I ruined the moment or cut it short.
“Well, that was a workout.” She grinned at me. Sweat glistened on her cheeks and forehead. “I guess that made up for swapping PT with yoga this morning.”
I swung my legs to the floor and reached for her waist, drawing her between my knees. My dick aimed for her, and I glanced at it for a second, caught the way it glistened with our combined fluids.
I groaned. I’d never gone bare with a woman before. Ever. Not once. And now I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to ever wrap it again. Or be with anyone but Quincy.
“I’m not sure if it was quite enough cardio. We’d probably better go another round to be sure.” I was ready for round two right away. Hell, with her, I could go all night.
She gave me a lopsided grin and backed out of my arms. “Nah, I know better than that, Kennedy. I knew better than to go the first round with you.” She eased the trauma of that statement by leaning back in with her hands on my shoulders and her lips beside my ear. “Not that it wasn’t worth it. Pretty good orgasms for hating a guy.”
And then she walked out. I knew my cum was dripping down her thighs beneath her dress.
I stared at my closed bedroom door. Fuck. The only woman who’d ever gotten under my skin had slipped through my fingers once again.
For now.
CHAPTERSIX
QUINCY
The entire teamwas on this job; Ford, Hayes, Taft, Kennedy and me. We were sitting in the borrowed helicopter on a rustic Mexican runway which was little more than a clearing of trees on a steep hillside. I’d just landed and shut down the rotors because nothing drew more attention than that kind of noise.
Half my job was done, flying the guys to this desolate spot from Mexico City. Their task was to hike into the exchange point and extract the couple who had been kidnapped. From what I’d learned, it was a politician’s daughter and son-in-law. From the briefing, they could take any measures necessary for successful retrieval, meaning shoot to kill.
The men were dressed like commandos in dark green with matching backpacks and matching machine guns. Ford was riding second seat with the others in the back.
Hayes and Kennedy were speaking in Spanish, yakking back and forth as if they were at a swim-up bar at a Cancun all-inclusive resort instead of waiting for the ‘go’ to kill members of a Mexican drug cartel and rescue captives.
I tuned them out since I seemed to be the only one who didn’t speak the language. I had no idea what they were talking about. Ford didn’t comment, but the corner of his mouth tipped up now and then as if amused by the convo. Taft, having a photographic memory, probably learned it in first grade.
I wasn’t amused. Not about being left out. Not about anything. Not since the other night and that crazy hate fuck. I was hot and itchy and unsatisfied even though Kennedy had thoroughly satisfied me. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. And being mad at myself more than Kennedy. He’d gone to the bar and broken up my date, then I’d jumped him like sex was on sale and running out.
Kennedy laughed at something Hayes said, and I watched the way he tipped his head back, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. The strong muscles that worked in his neck and shoulders with the action.
I glared because why did he have to be so good-looking? A man in uniform? Yeah, totally got me hot. But a commando? A guy with a gun, who knew how to use it–literally and metaphorically–I was doomed. Although glancing at the four men right now, women anywhere who weren’t blind would hand over their panties.
Kennedy’s pale gaze met mine, and I was suddenly hot all over, and it wasn’t from the heat of the afternoon. It had rained before we took off, and the humidity was so high, I could probably cut the air with a machete.
If I had one.
Well, if I had one, I’d have used it on Kennedy first, then the weather.
I’d obviously seen him since I left his room the other night. In fact, the only time I’d been out of his sight had been the few hours of restless sleep I got in my own bed after I left him in his bed and the times I’d been to the bathroom.