Conquering Zeus (SEALs On Fire) (4 page)

He sent one more finger up inside her pussy and held. Jammed tight, she would have laughed if she hadn’t been so seduced. He took everything she was, all she had to give, more than she knew she even owned. “So now I asked myself why I would want a woman I knew only from a rescue op. How I could need to see you whole and healthy even after I delivered you to sickbay.”

She waited, eager and breathless, his blunt fingers the most ownership any man had ever taken over her. She reveled in his possession of her. Her turn to talk would come. She’d let him think. His reasoning would tell her so much about what they might become together, if they had a future.

“I realized when I met your parents in D. C. that I like who you are.” He sucked at her lower lip, while he sent a third finger inside her pussy and found her clit with his thumb. “Scared the shit out of me. To want you is not on my call list.”

She rocked against his hand. “But you do.”

“I do, God help me. Wanted you since I laid eyes on you and haven’t had another woman since. Don’t want any. Had a test. I’m clean and I want to have you, bareback, if you’ll have me like that.”

“I will,” she shot back. “I’m certified clean, too.” She nearly giggled with eagerness. “Just come inside me. Tell me why you want me. I need to know.”

Smiling with wicked satisfaction, he shifted, and lifted her so that his cock slid so damn easily inside her she sighed with completion. “Oh, lady, you’re so damn lovely. And you move like a ballerina.”

She sucked in her breath as she watched his big red shaft disappear inside her pussy. “For a man like you, there has to be more.”

He stroked her once and then again, an evil grin on his face. “You’re IQ is off the grid.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I just figured. Besides, you speak fluent Arabic.”

She lifted a shoulder. “Learned it in Saudi when Daddy was the ambassador. Besides, I bet you speak fluent Spanish. And, oh yeah, you move like a ballerina.”

Chuckling, he thrust his cock inside her with such dexterity that she whimpered and clutched his shoulders. “Want to know what the best part is?”

She nodded, her vocal answer a feral hum.

“I admire you.”

Half way to paradise, she saw the joy in his eyes as he admitted this extraordinary fact. What do you say to that?
Take the compliment and let the man finish.

“I’ve never admired a woman.” He rocked his hips, sending rivers of delight up her pussy. Her blood sang. Her heart tumbled over itself. “But you do it all for me, lady.”

His hands holding her down on his hips, he fucked her then. Good, hard, and plenty.

She arched up, his cock taking her to a torrid airy place that throbbed with juicy, funky, rock and roll sex. He plucked at her clit and she came like a cat, screaming and gritting her teeth. He couldn’t seem to drill into her far enough so he rose up, laid her gently down onto the marble seat and fucked her right there, the shower falling on them like a benediction from the gods. He cursed, lifted her legs and got down on the shower floor to eat her pussy.

And oh, my, was he careful. And fine. A delicate man who gave such good tongue. He used the tip to flick her clit and make her pant. He laved her, every bit of her labia. Then, with his fingers, he spread her folds, put his tongue inside her as far as he could and sipped and drank from her. Hands tangled in his hair, she came like a five-alarm fire, bucking and roaring about how she loved him. God, she loved him.

He had a few things to say about that. “Love me to eat you?”

“Yes!” She drove her fingers into his hair.

He swirled his tongue on her tender clit. “Love me to finger you?” He reached inside her and found her G-spot to make her come again, wild and hungry for more. “Love me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she moaned at him. “Yes,” she seethed at him. “Oh, yes,” she demanded of him when he lifted her up and turned her around to position her for doggie style on the bench.

He forged her to him, back to his chest, and played with her nipples, then stroked her nub. “Gonna make love to you like this. With my fingers all juicy inside you and my cock slapping that sweet wet cunt from behind.” He bit her shoulder. “Can I make you come this way?”

“Yes, yes.”

And he did all over again. But he had not.

She was a rag doll in his arms, when he pulled her from the shower. Then he wrapped her in a fluffy towel and carried her to the bedroom. There he laid her down on the carpeting and crawled up over her body like the conqueror he was.

“How many more times can I make you come?”

She put her fingers to his kiss-swollen mouth. “Don’t know. Want to learn.”

“My thought exactly.” He licked his way down her torso, nipping at her diamond belly ring. “You wanted me any way I want. I want you all the ways there are.”

She chuckled, flapping her arms to the floor like a floundering fish. “Kama Sutra, here I am!”

“Oh, honey. You bet.” At that, he swung his body around and presented her with his cock. This way, his package looked even more gigantic than before and her pussy creamed and throbbed. She was turning into a love-sick sex machine.

He was fingering open her labia. “Getting my face all nice and juicy with you, baby.”

She lifted her hips to give him a better access and she smiled as she heard him laugh.

“Need your pussy,” he crooned, his deep voice rasping against her sensitive flesh. “My kinda sauce. Sweet, musky Kimberly.” And then he motor-boated her pussy, sending shock waves of laughter through her system only to drift to a sensuous lave that had her simmering for another orgasm. He drove a finger inside her as her cunt began to vibrate. “Let go, baby. Enjoy.”

She came, riding his finger, sobbing for more.

He swung around, kissing her, brushing back her hair and soothing her.

She surrounded him with her arms and her legs. He rocked her for a minute. Then he filled her up with his magnificent cock one more torrid time. Her pussy was sore, so swollen but not ready to give him up. “Oh, Zeus, honey. We’re not done yet.”

“I know, baby. We’ll never be done.”

Chapter Four

The next morning, he lifted the coffee pot toward her. “Top off your cup?”

Kim extended her arm across the island. “Leave me room for more cream.”

He arched a wicked brow at her. Cream, the lady had. Endurance and desire for him, in freaking spades. Ditto for him. Christ, how many times had he fucked her last night? Enough to make him preen like a peacock. Enough to make him want her again.
Numero ocho? Nueve?
Diez?
His cock stood up and told him that numbers didn’t matter with her. Every time they loved, it was all good.

“What are you chuckling over?” She prodded him, her breasts jiggling under the folds of one of his T-shirts.

He smacked his lips. “Cannot get over how great you look in my clothes.”

She pulled out the fabric so her nipples didn’t peak against the shirt. “This old thing?”

“Hey! No criticisms of my favorite tee. That has been with me since I was a plebe at the Academy.”

“Oh, come
on
, Calderon! You were this big when you were a freshman?”

“Plebe.”

She made googly eyes at him.

“And yeah, I was.”

“Je-sus!”

“That
is
me.” He turned away. That or he’d jump her. She was so pretty and goofy looking, her blonde hair all messed up from his hands and his bed. Opening the refrigerator door, he began to pull out the veggies he’d need for his pot of
caldo
.

“Really, Zeus, were all the men in your family big like you?”

“
Sí, cara
. Six foot and taller. My father and his grandfather. My mother’s father. But hey, babe, you should see my
abuela
. She is five feet eleven.”

“Your
abuela
?”

“
No hablas español?”

“No. Sad to say.”

“
Abuela
means grandmother. She,” he said, as he waved a bunch of parsley at her, “taught me how to cook.”

Kim stood up on the rungs on her bar stool and peered down at all the veggies he arranged on the counter. “You’re gonna use all that?”

“I am. Us guys burn calories like you wouldn’t believe.”

For a second, she stared at him, then broke into laughter. “I think I have proof of the amount of energy you expend, Calderon.”

He halted, berating himself for overdoing the hard loving. “Sore?”

She wiggled, rubbing her thighs together. “Very deliciously so.”

“Good. Cuz we’re not done.” How many times had he said that to her last night? Now, here it was again. His mouth was getting ahead of his brain. Or he just needed to get honest with himself fast. Loving her, he damn well knew why they weren’t done.

“No,” she agreed, her voice catching, her gaze locked on his. “We’re not.”

The sound of a door opening and voices had Zeus and Kim looking toward the foyer.

“Hey, Coyote!” Kim slid off her stool, careful to pull down his T-shirt over her cute ass as she went to throw her arms around his buddy.

“Kim. Glad you made it, girl.” The big man looped one arm around Kim and had the other around a woman Zeus hadn’t met before. “Let me introduce you all. This is Cori. Zeus Calderon. And Kim Stansfield.”

Cori shook hands, her gaze inquisitive and knowing. “You’re the woman that those Bedouin tribesmen took in Egypt a while back, aren’t you?”

Kim blushed. “I am.”

Cori grinned. “Wow. You’re even better looking than on TV.”

Kim rolled her eyes to the ceiling and pulled at the old T-shirt. “Thanks. Credit for the wardrobe goes to my rescuer here, Mr. Calderon.”

“I’ve heard about the infamous Zeus.” Cori’s eyes flashed with humor.

“Oh, no,” Zeus objected. “If Coyote is spreading rumors then you need to hear a few facts from me.”

“Yeah? Does Coyote knit, too?” Cori asked Zeus, her shoulders flexing as if she and Zeus were sharing secrets.

“Aw, hell, man,” Zeus groaned, while Cori elbowed Kim and everyone except him had a good chuckle.

Kim cleared her throat. “You…um…you knit, do you, Zeus?”

Brandishing a bunch of celery at the three of them, he muttered, “Only when my shoulders get too tight.”

Kim widened her eyes at him. “Does that happen often?”

“Yeah. As often as when my pal, here, gives away classified intel.”

“Well, hey, Zeus,
mea culpa
, buddy,” Coyote said, looking painfully sheepish. “We’re just here to get some clothes for me for today. I’m spending the rest of our standby with Cori at her cottage.”

Zeus turned toward the stove and dumped in the chicken he’d cut up a while ago. And when he twisted around, he saw Coyote staring at Kim with a “What’s up with that?” kind of look.

His gaze flashed to Kim who had her hands spread in the air, as if to say, “Give me a chance.”

“Something going on here I need to know about?” Zeus asked the two of them.

Coyote shot him a look. “Yeah.”

“Kim?”

Her apology stood in her sad eyes. She licked her lips. “I need to tell you a few things.”

Zeus felt his guts churn.
Tell me what things? Your health? What?

Coyote thrust his hand up in the air. “Excuse us, please. Cori and I are tiptoeing away now. Sorry, Kim. Zeus.”

Cori said, “Goodbye, nice to meet you,” and the two of them disappeared up the circular staircase to the second floor.

“So.” Zeus braced his hands on the counter and stared at Kim. She got that deer-in-the-headlights look of someone frozen in time. His blood pounded with fear for her, but he steadied himself.

After last night and the soul-searing connection they’d made, he figured she could tell him anything and he was ready for it. The SEALs’ motto was the only bad day was yesterday. Then it followed that the only bad minute could be the last one. He was strong. He was brave. He was ready to give his life for his country. That meant he got it—he really did—that Kim could be ready to give her life for her own belief in news and freedom of the press. But if she was sick or dying? Christ. He ran both hands through his hair. “You have to tell me whatever it is, babe. And you’d better start with why Coyote knows more than I do.”

****

Kim met his gaze, straight on. Her heart thumped.
This is what you came to say. Do it.

She walked around the counter and looked up at him. He was the most impressive creature she’d ever known. She’d met many with power, strength of character, and body. She’d adored meeting rebels, presidents, and non-profit activists. She’d crossed check points, guns drawn on her, to shake hands and talk with men and women who worked in slums, knee deep in muck, to teach impoverished families sanitation and food safety. She could talk to this man, surely. This man who was one of a chosen few, a smart, savvy premier fighting machine. This man who waited, patient and, from the look in his silver eyes, fearful of what she was about to say.

“Coyote reads the papers.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Come again.”

She swallowed hard. Talking had never seemed so difficult as now with Zeus. She smirked to herself.
Talking to a god is not my everyday job.
“Coyote reads the newspapers.
The Washington Post
to be exact.”

“And?”

“He reads more than you do.”

“I assume that this is not a comment on my IQ or my general lifestyle.”

Testy man.
His attitude broke through her reticence. “Correct. It is a statement about chance.”

“Chance.” He threw up his hands. “What the hell?”

“The day he called to tell me where your team would be this weekend, he mentioned that he had seen a piece in the
Post
about me. And he asked if it was true. And I told him it was.” She looked at the ceiling, the floor, his bare feet, and then his eyes. “I’m not going back overseas.”