His Angel (20 page)

Ian slid a hand up to play with one of her breasts while the other hand slid down and cupped her mound. "I know. But how about we try a little makeup sex, hmm?" The hand at her breast squeezed her lush flesh while his fingers down below began to rub her clit through her clothes. Her hips began to undulate as she reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his ass, trying to keep him still while she teased his huge erection through his jeans. "Oh shit, Angel. You feel so good. Let me make you forget about everything, just for a little while."

She gasped when he bit down hard on the spot where her neck and shoulder met. A swipe of his tongue followed as he soothed the sting away. He knew her heart and body wouldn't let her deny him, even if her brain wanted to. She needed what he offered–a brief period where her mind wasn't focused on the danger they all faced. "Yeeesssss."

The single word came out has a hiss as he increased the pressure on her clit and tweaked her nipple through her thin shirt and bra. He spun her around, wrapped his arms below her hips and lifted so she had no choice other than to hook her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The position put his rigid cock in contact with her mound and she whimpered with need. She kissed him with all the passion and desperation inside her as he carried her into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. After easing her down to the bed, Ian checked his phone to make sure the security system was armed and then put the device on the nightstand. His gun, which had been holstered at the small of his back, went right next to the phone.

Pulling her up into a sitting position, he yanked off her shirt followed by her sports bra. Her sweats and thong went next and soon his shirt and jeans were added to the growing pile on the floor. Kneeling next to the side of the bed, Ian put his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Placing his hand between her breasts, he urged her to lie down until she was flat on her back and then put her legs over his shoulders. The scent of her arousal hit his nose and his mouth watered. To hell with slow and easy. He parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and attacked her sex like a man who'd gone without for years. He licked her slit several times from bottom to top, moaning at the taste of her, and nibbled on both sides of her opening before stiffening his tongue and stabbing it into her. Angie's hips bounced off the bed as she screamed his name, begging for more. Her hands dove into his hair. While one hand held his head to her core, the other pulled on the short strands, making him growl as the sexual beast inside him was unleashed. He flicked her clit with his tongue while he plunged two fingers into her hot wet pussy. Finding and rubbing the magic spot, he sent her flying, her shrill cry filling the room.

Not waiting for her to recover, Ian stood, flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed the lubricant he'd found in Boomer's room and placed in the nightstand drawer along with the condoms he'd bought. He wouldn't need one of those this time. He'd been prepping her tight little asshole for over two weeks now and he couldn't wait any longer to take her there. With both of their health clearances signed off on, he wanted to fuck her ass with nothing but skin between them. Popping open the lid of the bottle, he poured some lube down her crack while he took two fingers from his other hand and shoved them back into her still quivering pussy. She hadn't been expecting it and the sudden penetration sent another orgasm spiraling through her, her walls squeezing his digits together as he pumped them in and out of her channel. While she was still cumming, he ran his free middle finger up the valley between her ass cheeks and coated it with the silky fluid before easing it into her back hole. She took it without a problem and it wasn't long before he added his index finger to join the other one.

"Oh God. Yes. Yeeesss. Yeeeeesssss. Oh God!" Her lungs heaved and she pushed her hips backward, trying to get him as far into her body as he could go. "Please, Sir. Don't make me wait. Take me now. Fuck my ass and cum inside me. Pleeeaaasseee!"

Any other time, Ian would've made her wait and drawn out the sweet torture, reminding her he was in charge and not allowing her to top from the bottom. But now he needed her as much as she needed him. While he made a scissor motion with the two fingers in her ass, stretching her more, he grabbed the bottle of lube again and poured some on his aching shaft. After tossing the recapped bottle aside, he pulled his fingers from her puckered rosette and grabbed her hips, tugging until her feet touched the floor and her torso was bent over the bed. Using one hand to spread her cheeks, he used the other to guide the tip of his cock to where it was begging to be. Slowly, he pushed forward and watched as her body yielded to his invasion.

"Aaahhhh. More. Oh fuck, Sir, give me more. It burns but feels so good. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop."

Her pleading spurred him on and once he was sure he wasn't going to hurt her, he thrust his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt, making her gasp then beg him to do it again. When she tried to get him to move, he growled, holding back the desperate urge to take her like a rutting animal. "Fuck, Angel. You feel like heaven. I'm not going to last long."

He began to pump his hips at a slow pace, loving the drag of her tight rim along the length of him. Need whipped through him and he couldn't refuse his body's urgent desire to mark her as his in the most primal way possible. He sped up his thrusts until they were both grunting and groaning, reaching for the utmost pinnacle where they would take flight together. A tingling started in Ian's lower spine and spread to his heavy balls, which were slapping against her pussy with every inward thrust. Reaching around her hip, he worked his hand between Angie's body and the bed and found her little pearl. Just before his own release ripped through him, he pinched her clit and sent her tumbling over before him. As the waves of her orgasm hit her, the muscles of her empty vagina and her full ass clenched in unison and she milked the seed from his body.

Ian wasn't sure how long he stood behind her, his cock still buried deep, while he covered her upper body with his. Most of his weight was placed on his forearms on either side of her shoulders and he kissed her on the head. His heaving lungs sated their desperate need for oxygen and his breathing slowed to a more normal rate. "Are you okay, Angel?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He chuckled at her exhausted response. His now flaccid dick slid from her well-used hole and they both groaned at the loss of contact. Pushing off the bed, Ian placed a hand on her buttocks until he was sure he was steady on his feet. Giving her right fleshy globe a squeeze, he told her to stay where she was while he retrieved a wet washcloth to clean her. As he finished wiping away the evidence of their wicked and wild makeup sex, his phone chimed a text, followed by an alert that a vehicle had breached the security sensor on the road leading to the safe-house. Grabbing his phone, he checked the text and saw it was from Carter, advising Ian he'd be pulling into the safe-house driveway in less than five minutes. Fuck! For once, the black-ops spy had shitty timing...and how the hell did he know they were here in the first place?

Reluctantly, Ian took a two minute shower while Angie dozed under the covers he'd tucked around her after picking her up and putting her to bed properly. He wished he could join her in blissful slumber just to wake her in an hour or so and do everything again. Instead he got dressed in his jeans and T-shirt again then left the bedroom in bare feet, shutting the door behind him. He found Carter helping himself to a cup of coffee, a banana and two chocolate chip muffins.

While his friend stuffed his face for a few minutes, Ian grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped the entire contents down. Sex with Angie always left him parched, not that he was complaining. Tossing the empty bottle in the recycling bin under the sink, he grabbed another one and sat down at the kitchen island next to Carter. "Should I bother to ask how you knew we were here? And don't tell me you're here just for the food, ass-hat."

The spy showing up 'just for the food' was a long-standing flat joke between him and Ian's team which was usually brought up when they ran into each other on a mission. If the spy said that's why he was there, it meant his operation was classified and he couldn't discuss it with anyone, not even the former SEALs with government clearance, who he considered to be his closest friends. For a man in his deadly business, having six friends he could count on in life and death situations was a lot, and he never took them for granted.

Carter grinned as he chewed the last bite of his muffins then swallowed. He took a swig of his coffee knowing full well Ian was impatient for an answer. "Nope. This time the food is a bonus and thanks, I was starving. As for why I'm here...I got a message from Athos saying he was in trouble and he couldn't trust anyone in his agency. Said he was heading to Spartanburg, South Carolina and I assumed this was his final destination. Have you heard from him yet?" Without waiting for an answer, he added, "I take it your new girlfriend is in your bedroom catching up on some much needed sleep."

Ian rolled his eyes as the other man waggled his eyebrows, à la Groucho Marx. "You can be a real asshole sometimes. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course. It's what I do best."

Letting out a snort, Ian shook his head at Carter's matter-of-fact statement. "Yeah, Angie's sleeping. We heard from Athos over an hour ago. Reverend and Egghead went to pick him up. Devon's holding down the fort and CC is on his way to Tampa to bring back Boomer, Polo and Tiny. I figured the big guy might come in handy if I need an extra body to watch over her. Once we get the full update from Athos, we'll decide what to do next."

Carter nodded, apparently satisfied there was nothing which needed his immediate attention. "Good. Since I have close to two and a half hours before they get back, I'm going to sack out for a bit."

As the other man got up and placed his now empty cup in the dishwasher and his garbage in the trash, Ian told him, "Take Jenn's room. I'll give Athos the spare room my folks use." His parents didn't visit Maggie Valley often, but when they did, the master suite on the main floor was theirs.

Without another word, Carter gave him a small salute, grabbed his military green duffel bag from where he’d left it next to the front door and headed upstairs for a quick shower and some shut-eye. Since his friend was now taken care of, Ian returned to his bedroom and locked the door. Stripping his shirt off once again but leaving his jeans on, he climbed into bed, pulled Angie's sleeping form into his arms and closed his eyes.

* * *

An hour and a half later, Ian was sitting on the wide porch stairs staring at the lake, while Angie finished drying her hair after their shared shower which took longer than necessary, as usual. He'd gotten a text a short while ago from Jake saying they would be back at the house in about forty minutes or so and Ian was getting antsy. The faster Athos got here, the faster they could figure out how to end the threat against Angie. His cell phone alerted him to another text and Ian checked the screen. Devon was letting him know Marco, Boomer and Tiny were heading out to the small airport to meet CC, and they would be in the air within the hour.

The door behind him opened and he didn't need to turn around to know it was his angel. The fresh scent of her shampoo and body soap hit him and he felt a stirring in his groin. Damn, the woman made it hard for him to think about anything but sex when she was near him. She walked down two steps, and plopped her sweet ass on the top stair next to him. "It's beautiful up here."

Ian put his arm around her and tucked her close to his body with her head resting on his shoulder. "It certainly is. I wish I could get up here more often for pleasure instead of business. If you hadn't noticed, the compound is kind of lacking in its landscaping within the fence lines."

She giggled. "I did kinda notice. Will you retire up here someday?"

"Maybe," he mused with a shrug of his unoccupied shoulder. "Or maybe I'll buy a small island in the Caribbean...my little oasis in the middle of nowhere. Wherever I end up, there has to be water somewhere, whether it's a lake or the ocean."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before the door behind them opened again and Carter walked out then down the steps to the gravel below, turning so he could face the couple. He'd changed out of his cargo pants and now wore a faded pair of jeans, a clean T-shirt and his combat boots. Ian gave Angie a squeeze. "Angie, Carter. Carter, Angie.

The spy held out his hand to her. "He speaks so eloquently sometimes, doesn't he?"

She laughed and shook his hand. "Yes he does, but I don't mind. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, sweetheart, but I wish it was under better circumstances." Ian had told her about Carter's presence in the house and why the man was here while he'd washed her hair in the shower. "Sorry I didn't have a chance to meet you at the club the other night, but I found myself...occupied...longer than I expected. I would've liked to have watched your first public scene because I heard it was fantastic and had a happy ending."

Angie dipped her head and blushed while both men laughed. She didn't know why she turned so red now when being spanked and brought to an intense orgasm in front of audience hadn't embarrassed her at all at the time. Carter gave her a teasing wink and she shook her head, smiling at his teasing. She didn't have to ask what had kept him 'occupied' at the time because Kristen had filled her in. Carter had joined the engaged couple for a repeat threesome, and for her second introduction to the good-looking Dom, Kristen hadn't been wearing a blindfold. There also hadn't been any time constraints which they'd had during their first tryst, so the three of them had been in one of the private playrooms for a few hours. Her friend didn't give her many details but having read romances with ménages before, Angie didn't need a picture painted for her.

While she wasn't interested in experiencing a threesome for herself, she had no problem with anyone else having one. She barely survived the intense orgasms Ian gave her on a regular basis these days, and there was no way she could handle two men at once. Ian had been happy to see ménages were one of her hard limit list she'd given him. He'd told her he'd been a third once, in his early days of being a Dom. And while it had been a great experience, he found he didn't like sharing his women, unlike his brother and some of their friends.

Angie got to her feet. "I was going to make myself a sandwich. Is anyone else hungry?" When both men said 'yes, please,' she looked at Carter. "I know what he wants, but what would you like to eat?"

With a broad grin, he wiggled his eyebrows, and she laughed at his playfulness while Ian growled. "All right, since Ian's going to deck me if I say anything sexual, I'll take whatever you're making for him but no mayo, please. I hate the stuff."

"No mayo, no problem." She ran her hand through Ian's short hair as she climbed the two steps back onto the porch, then went inside to make them lunch.

Ian growled again as Carter's blatant gaze stayed glued to Angie's ass until she disappeared into the house. "Really, asshole?"

The spy shrugged his shoulders than sat down next to Ian. "What? Like you've said many times in the past, 'just because I can't touch, doesn't mean I can't look’. Too bad you're not into threesomes because that is one beautiful backside, my friend, and I'd have to be six feet under not to appreciate it." He glanced sideways at the man who was still glaring at him and let out a snort. "So, she's the one, huh?"

Ian's eyes narrowed even further. Before he could respond, his phone chimed with an alert. A vehicle had activated a sensor when it turned up the road leading to the house. A second later, he received a text from Jake letting him know it was them coming up the hill. He glared at Carter again. "The one...what?"

"The one who's going to make you forget you ever had a bitch of a fiancée who fucked you over. It's about fucking time."

"Fuck you, asshole," Ian scoffed. "You know I'm never going down that road again."

"Ha! You keep telling yourself that, dude, but from where I stand, you're not only heading down a road, but you're heading down the right road. And here I thought you were going to wallow in sorrow for the rest of your life because the woman you weren't supposed to spend it with walked out on you. Did you ever think the reason it happened is making your lunch right now and has a very nice ass?"

Before Ian could tell Carter to fuck off again, the team's SUV pulled into the driveway with Brody at the wheel and Jake in the front passenger seat. The vehicle parked and when the front doors opened, so did the rear passenger door and a clean-shaven but tired looking Athos climbed out of the vehicle. The two men on the steps stood and approached the trio. As Carter shook hands with the DEA agent, commenting on his de-whiskered face, Ian eyed his teammates. "How'd everything go?"

"Good," Brody told him. "No trackers, no worries."

Ian nodded at the geek, who headed toward the house. As he reached the top of the porch stairs, Angie burst out the door and ran down the steps toward the car...toward her best friend and jumped into his waiting arms. Ian's heart squeezed and fists clenched as he watched his woman hug another man as tight as she could. Grinding his teeth, he forced himself not to beat his chest and yank her out of Athos' embrace like the caveman in him wanted to do.

Next to him, Carter said in a low, amused voice which no one else could hear, "Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself she's not the one, Boss-man. Maybe someday you can convince yourself, but I doubt it."

* * *

Ten minutes later, Angie handed a plate with a heaping sandwich on rye bread to Ian and another one to Carter then got busy making sandwiches for Jimmy and herself. Jake stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island throwing together a similar lunch for himself and Brody. Egghead was upstairs in the den tracking down some information they needed concerning several agents from the DEA's Atlanta office, including Agents Jackson and Holstein. Athos confirmed their identities from the surveillance photos Brody had printed out.

When they were done making the sandwiches, Jake ran Brody's lunch up to the war-room before joining Angie and the rest of them at the large dining table. Angie noticed as she sat down that Ian hadn't touched his sandwich yet. She smiled to herself when she saw he didn't pick it up until after he watched her take a bit of her own. He'd waited until he was sure she was going to eat as well. Since she realized he was always putting her welfare before his own, she noticed a lot more of the little things he did and loved how they made her feel. The man may not be a romantic in the traditional sense, but he was a romantic in his own way.

While they all ate, Athos filled Ian and Carter in with what he'd told the others on the way back to the house. "Things seemed fine the first two weeks. I was using contacts I'd made a few years ago to work my way under. I got lucky. Met up with a guy who only knew my cover and he vouched for me. A local cop on the take ran me for the boss, found my established arrest record and I was in. Did some small time runs right off the bat. They had a few run-ins with the cops and local gangs recently so they were down a few guys, otherwise I don't think I would've gotten in so fast. Yesterday morning I was doing some snooping around and overheard a big shipment was coming in next Monday through the Gulf of Mexico from Columbia's Diaz cartel..."

"Ah shit, man," Carter interrupted dropping his half-eaten sandwich back on his plate. He glanced knowingly at Ian, who was pissed as all hell the Diaz cartel was involved in this mess. "Emmanuel is behind all this? Damn, when you step in it, you really step in it, A-man."

Athos dragged a hand down his face in frustration. "Don't I know it. Aaron, the agent who I replaced, suspected that's where the trail ended, but I don't think Diaz was behind the hit on him and his family. I think it came from lower down the food chain with inside help from the DEA." He looked at the government spy. "You know there's dirt in every agency and mine has its fair share."

"How'd you find out you were blown?" Ian was trying to think past the cartel's involvement and his fear for Angie. His SEAL Team Four had been involved in investigating and eventually killing Emmanuel's brother, Ernesto, several years earlier. Not only was the cartel involved in drugs, they also at the time had a thriving sex trade and arms trade which Emmanuel was working hard to reestablish after his brother's death.

"Same conversation. After I overheard the details, the head honcho of New Orleans' drug trade, Manny Melendez, got a phone call from someone. Next thing I knew, he was ordering the hit on me and telling whoever was on the phone to find out my weaknesses. I got out of there as fast as I could and called you." Angie was sitting silently between him and Ian and he reached over, taking her hand. His eyes filled with deep regret. "I'm so sorry, baby. You know I'd never do anything which would result in you getting hurt. I've always taken precautions to keep you safe."