Corps Security: The Series (46 page)

“You’ll regret this, Greg!”

I wait for the gate to close up before walking over to Stan. “Sorry about that. You call me if you see her again, yeah?”

“Yes, oh . . . yes, Mr. Cage.” He nods his old weathered head so quickly I am slightly worried he might hurt himself.

“Enjoy the day, Stan. Sorry about that little interruption.”

I take the long way back, taking a few extra roads to try and calm down. I had really hoped to enjoy the day with Melissa, get to know her better, without the real word fucking with us. Unfortunately, I get to go back and explain why I have claw marks on my face, and I smell like a two-cent whore.

Fucking lovely.

Melissa

I hear the door chime but don’t move a muscle from the warm bath. It’s been years since I have enjoyed this luxury. I am so used to my rusty, water stained one stall shower that I might never leave this room.

“Beauty?”

“In here!” I answer with a small smile curving my lips. Who would have thought that nickname would be growing on me.

“Goddamn . . .” He rumbles behind my shoulder. I plaster on the most seductive smile I have in my bag of tricks and turn my head. The smile and invitation to join dies on my lips.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He not only looks like he just fought a bear and lost, but you can tell the lighthearted mood we both woke up with is long gone. “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” he replies softly. I watch in stunned silence as he begins pulling off his clothes. When he walks over and stands next to the tub, I lick my lips.

“I can see that. Why don’t we talk about why your face looks like that and you have red lipstick all over your face?” I should be pissed but curiosity seems to be winning this emotional round.

“Son of a bitch!” he hisses. “Babe, let me in so I can feel you against me.”

Okay, I can’t argue with that, but I want answers first. “I don’t think so, stud. Talk.”

“Fucking hell, you can bust my balls any day, but let me feel you against me, babe. I need that to help calm me the hell down.” He climbs over the edge and settles himself before pulling my back to his front, and rubbing his hands across every inch of my skin he can reach.

“I hate to point out the obvious, big boy, but it doesn’t seem to be working,” I tell him when I feel his hard length against my back.

“Mmm, no it doesn’t.” He agrees with a few kisses to my neck. “I would rather not have this conversation, but since it literally knocked on the gate this morning, we have no choice. Understand I won’t keep shit from you and this is no different, but I didn’t want to start this with something nasty.”

“And what exactly are we starting?” I ask.

“Don’t play games right now, Melissa. Babe, you know just as good as I do that me and you are happening. This isn’t some cheap thrill. You feel it, but if you need me to remind you, just let me know.”

“Yeah, maybe when you finish telling me about the trip out this morning.”

“Right. Blondie from the club and church yesterday? Apparently, when I told her that the only thing she ever was to me was a number in my phone, I wasn’t clear enough. She showed up this morning, about gave the morning gatekeeper a heart attack with her shit. I reminded her, again, that her and I were never anything and wouldn’t ever be something.”

“I’m guessing the claws weren’t part of your end game?” I turn and kneel in front of him. With one hand to his chin, I move his head to give me a better look at the angry red welts on his skin. “Do you need a rabies shot?”

I am so busy looking at the marks, and trying to decide if he needs antibiotics or something stronger, that the rough, deep laugh that bursts from his lips catches me off guard. I jump slightly, correcting myself before my knees can do some serious damage to his manhood.

“No, babe. No shots. Although, if you want to play nurse, I won’t argue.”

“Shut up,” I laugh. “Seriously, do you need me to rough her up?”

“Jesus, you’re serious right now, aren’t you?” He quickly sobers when he sees that I will, in fact, go offer up a good twat punch or two. “Babe, I got this. If you see her, do not even go near her. If I’m not there, call me. I would say I don’t think she will be an issue, but after her little stunt this morning, I’m not really sure what she will do next. I can promise you, there is no fucking way she misunderstood me this time.”

“Let’s hope so. I don’t share. Never learned.”

“Never shared? Jesus, you kill me. Now, come here and kiss me and make it better.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. Our lips seal together, and I immediately respond to this man. By the time I finish ‘making it better,’ there’s more water on the floor than is left in the tub. But, I climb out of that tub with some serious satisfaction that some psycho ex hasn’t ruined the morning.

CHAPTER 13

Melissa

True to his word, we spend the whole day Sunday wrapped up in each other. The times we manage to come up for air to refuel only end up with even more incredible sex in random spots around his house. I don’t want the day to end, but with Monday morning coming quicker than I wish, I know I have to get home.

“Stay,” he mumbles into my neck when I try to leave the bed. I am sore in places I have never been sore before. It is the best feeling.

“Can’t. I have to be in at 7:00.” I am trying, unsuccessfully, to leave his warm cocoon of sex.

“Leave in the morning,” he replies, while snaking his hand down my body and over my wet lips. “Stay.”

“Greg, really. I can’t stay, I have to be up, and I actually have to get some sleep to get up.”

His fingers stop their movement, and within seconds, I’m on my back with his hard body over mine. “Come back tomorrow?” His blue eyes are searching mine, and there isn’t anything but unspoken promise reflecting in them. “Come on, Beauty.” His hips start rubbing against mine. With each thrust forward, the metal through his dick hits my clit, and send shocks through my body, electrifying my skin and burning my blood. “If you won’t stay, at least say goodbye right.”

This man . . . it is glorious to knock him down a few notches on the ego scale. Watching his eyes spark when I give him a hard push off of me, then and jump on top is priceless.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, rubbing my swollen sex against his hard body. “Did you want a goodnight kiss?”

“Yeah, Beauty, give me a goodnight kiss, and I might let you leave.”

With a laugh that is too loud even to my ears, I slide my hands up his corded arms and pull his arms above his head. “Don’t move.”

Leaning up, I run my hands down his hard chest, leaving red lines where my nails pass over his heated skin. Not hard enough to hurt, but it’s enough to make him feel the bite. “Ready for your kiss?” He’s close to snapping, and I fucking love it. Without giving him any warning to my intentions, I crawl off his body. He raises one dark brow as I kneel close to his shoulder. “Pucker up,
babe,
” I say, and with a little twisting and maneuvering, bring my
lips
to his, and my mouth wraps tight around his throbbing dick.

I lean up slightly when I feel his large hands grab my hips and pull me closer to his mouth, his fingers digging into my skin to make sure he doesn’t lose his hold.

“You aren’t following the rules.” I joke.

He gives me a sharp bite against my pussy, lifts his mouth off just enough to speak, and grunts, “Fuck the rules. Goddamn you taste so fucking good.”

When he brings his lips back and clamps down, I moan like a whore and bring my lips back down to his cock. The rings throw me for a second until I learn how to work them, and more importantly, how he likes me to work them. When I flick the ring through the tip, he moans. When I put my lips around both piercings and swirl my tongue, his whole body jerks and he growls against my clit. He almost flies off the bed when I take him deep in my throat and swallow around the tip.

“Fuck!” he roars against my skin, turning his head and biting down against my thigh. The only thing he does is fuel my desire. I take him as deep as I can before slowly dragging my mouth back up. “Meliiii . . . ,” he trails off and after a few seconds of feeling his abs clench against my tits, he brings his mouth to my wet center again and digs in.

We continue to duel against each other for a good ten minutes, silently daring the other to come first, but when he takes one of the hands tightly gripping me, and runs a finger lightly across my ass, I know I won’t last long. He trails his finger from each end until he sinks it deep. With just a few deep stabs, I’m coming against his tongue. I pull my mouth free and scream loudly.

“You . . . God . . . shit.” He laughs lightly against my pulsing core, and before I can bring my mouth back down to his swollen length, he has me flying through the air and on my back in seconds.

“Can’t go slow, babe; you have me strung too tight.”

“Condom, Greg.”

“Fuck, I want to feel you.” I know what he means; I would love to feel him bare.

“You go make sure bitch-face Barbie hasn’t passed some nasty crotch rot off on you, and you’re more than welcome to it, but not until you get checked. Firm on that, Greg.”

He grumbles his way to the drawer that has fallen to the floor at some point during the day, scattering condoms across the room, pick one up, and in no time is pushing hard back into me.

Frantic would be a good word to describe how we come together. Our skin slick with sweat, slapping together. Nails biting into skin, and fingers digging deep. Lips colliding and moans dancing together.

It is magical.

* * *

“You sure you have to go?” He asks me from his position sprawled naked on the bed. My eyes zone in on his naked skin, wishing I didn’t have to leave but knowing I need to. I feel the connection, but I know we are moving way too fast. A little distance will be a good thing. Who knows, we might wake up in the morning and wonder what the hell has gotten into us. Doubtful, but it might happen.

“Yeah. I’ve got some things to take care of tonight, and then I have to go see Cohen tomorrow.”

“Nephew, right.”

“Oh my God! You’re jealous of a kid? That’s a good one.” I burst out laughing when he looks away, clearly embarrassed by his jealousy.

“Come over Tuesday. We can do dinner or something,” he throws back at me after a few moments of silence.

“Maybe,” I smile over at him and zip the back of my dress. Nothing like stepping into the previous days clothing. “I’ll call you.”

“Melissa, babe . . . that sounds like one hell of a brush off.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks me in the eye. “Don’t play that hard ass shit; you feel it, this connection we have isn’t going anywhere.”

“Fuck that.” He pushes off the bed and stalks over to me. It’s hard to remember my reasons for wanting to keep this just sex. Just amazing, mind-blowing sex, when he is standing in front of me completely naked. “I won’t let you keep running when this feels so right.” His voice rings out strong and firm.

“It’s impossible to have a serious conversation with you when your dick is bobbing all over the place. Want to put some pants on?” He just continues to burn his gaze all over my face, refusing to let my sorry attempt at changing the subject work. “You scare me,” I whisper.

His eyes lose their hard, demanding look, and he immediately softens. “Beauty,” he murmurs back, “just give it a try. You don’t get a connection like ours and just throw it away. Just try.”

It’s moments like this, moments when all I want to do is be anyone other than the strong one, when I swear I can hear my sister speaking to me. Yelling at me to
live.
Yelling at me to stop letting
her
life and
her
mistakes pave the way for my happiness. The way to own my life and not let it be owned.

“Yeah . . . I can try.”

“Tuesday?” He asks again.

“Tuesday.” I echo.

* * *

I pull up at my apartment complex and sit in my car just taking in the lush ‘ghetto-ness’ of my life. I hate living here. Having spent the last day in Greg’s world, this is the last place that I want to be. I’m pretty sure there is a homeless man sleeping on the corner of my building and I’m fairly positive that the apartment across from mine is running some massive drug warehouse.

With a deep sigh, I drag myself out of the car and make my way up to my apartment. Passing the drunk unconscious man in the bushes and the neighbor’s door that smells like a pot factory, I curse my financial status while throwing the door closed and locking all seven locks. I’m not paranoid, just smart.

Not surprising, the message light is blinking; I’m shocked that my house phone wasn’t ringing constantly all weekend. I realized too late Saturday that I had left my cell at home. With a mother like mine, that isn’t something you want to do. Having already lost Fia, she tends to go into crazy mode when she can’t get ahold of me after too long.

I toss my keys and purse down on the counter, before pressing play and settling in for a good time.

“Meli-Kate, where are you, baby? Cohen misses you. Call me baby.” My mother’s voice echoes through the room, making me feel slightly guilty for not being home when she called.

“Meli-Kate, where are you? Call me.” Not even an hour later.

“Meli, baby? Please call me . . . you know I will worry.” At least she waited until Saturday night for that one.

Five more messages and the increasing unease that laces her tone has me reaching for the phone until the last one begins playing. Her words immediately stop me.

“Melissa. Baby, they’re at it again. I don’t know where you are, but they sent another letter.” Click. She doesn’t need to say more because I know exactly
who
she is talking about and I know exactly
who
they want.

“Fuck,” I hiss, quickly picking up the phone and calling my mother.

“Baby, where have you been?” she rushes out. Not even a full ring and she has the phone in her hands.

“Jesus, Mom, I told you I had the wedding for my friend and wouldn’t be around this weekend.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry but you should keep your cell phone on you.” She takes a deep breath and seems to hold it for hours before letting it out in a rush. “They’re at it again, Meli.”