Layers Peeled (11 page)

“Make love to
me,” I said.

“Tsk, tsk,
tsk.” He shook his head sideways. “We make love in bed. The kitchen
and anything outside the bedroom are meant for fucking.” Tristan’s
hand slid to the side of the counter. My gaze followed the talented
fingers I so badly needed inside me. He lifted a spoonful of
melting ice cream to his mouth, saying, “Good, rough, merciless
fucking.”

Tristan licked
the spoon clean and hovered closer. When his lips curled around the
metal, I wished I could be could be that scoop. He lowered the
utensil to the counter, and the coolness of his breath skimmed my
face. My eyes closed, and his frozen lips touched my heated mouth.
I felt him melt against me, my body molding to his, wishing those
damn pajama bottoms were off. Tristan twisted his hips to the side
to make room for his growing erection. His hands cupped my face,
and then slowly glided down to my shoulders. The sweetness of
chocolate and cream filled my mouth as Tristan’s commanding tongue
spread my lips, claiming me. I gave into the invasion, mellowing in
his arms, feeling my hands begin to shake and palms twitch for
more. What was he doing to me?

Tristan’s
thumbs circled my collarbone before sliding down my arms to my
hips. He pulled away, lifting me up onto the counter. One good look
at his broad muscular shoulders and strong arms, and everything
inside me tightened into a knot only he could release. My chest
heaved from the kiss that left me breathless. My lungs couldn’t
fill fast enough to be satisfied, and all I could think about was
him, inside me, quickly.

The scar on
Tristan’s lip lifted and his lazy look that oozed sexy held a hint
of satisfaction. Why was he satisfied? What was
his
plan?
And for a brief second I remembered why I had come into the
kitchen. But the thought disappeared when Tristan brought another
spoon of ice cream to his mouth and, supporting me on my back,
insisted I lie on the counter. The surface cooled my ignited body
temporarily. My feet rested on the edge of the counter, knees
spread apart. The pendant lights above me flickered as if sensing
that a surge of electrical ecstasy was about to outshine them.

I jerked up at
the shock of his frozen tongue against my heated flesh. But the
temperature difference only made me more aware of him there. And I
couldn’t believe how quickly the heat of my folds overpowered his
cooled mouth. Another sensation of freezing cold, right on my tip,
jolted my body upward, but Tristan pinned my hips to the counter.
“No spilling on the floor.”

I lifted my
head to look down at the fresh blob of ice cream on my waxed area
just as it began spreading.

The dessert
melted and flowed down to where Tristan’s fingers played with my
opening. His mouth finally returned to my folds, licking back and
forth, sucking on the juices of my desires and chocolate. His hands
dug deeper under my ass as his tongue probed my wet entrance.

I planted my
palms on the counter, searching with my fingers for something to
grip or hold onto, but the surface was barren.

Tristan
kneaded my bottom with his fingers, every squeeze lurking closer to
the center. Feeling his palms near the one virgin hole on my body
made me tense, but I couldn’t deny that my curiosity was growing. I
slid my hips to the edge of the counter to give him better access.
My feet lifted to rest on his wide shoulders, and he didn’t miss a
beat in licking me clean, and then ventured deeper and further to
the rim of the hole his fingers played with.

The marble
counter was no longer cold against my skin. Tristan spread my ass,
licking from my slit down along my crack. His finger massaged the
rim of my tight hole, while his tongue drew back and forth. I
turned my head to the side. My breath collected on the marble
surface as I felt myself drip with pleasure when one of his
fingers, which felt like the thickness of a baseball bat, entered
me from behind.

My ass tensed.
The entry zapped a pleasing pain through my body, resting on the
heated nub he’d been nurturing.

“It’s just the
tip of my pinkie, Allie. I won’t go any deeper today.”

And as my
muscles relaxed, feeling him inside me there, so snug and tight,
was more arousing than I expected. His mouth returned to my clit,
and the awareness of Tristan at my front and in my back surged
through me in aches and tingles all combined into a feeling I knew
I couldn’t contain for long. And for some reason my greedy ass,
wanting him a bit deeper, lowered onto his pinkie, and that
beautiful pain zapped from under me to my front once again. With my
knees falling apart each time my ass tightened around his digit, my
hips pressed up into his mouth as he sucked that tender nub. The
flicking of his tongue drew out those tight knots, and my fists
clenched then opened as it neared so quickly and I couldn’t hold on
any longer.

But Tristan
removed his finger and pulled away his mouth, denying me a release.
He lifted his head from between my legs.

“Now, what was
it that you wanted when I came to the kitchen?” he asked
casually.

Damn you,
Tristan Cross!
The painful throb pulsed through me with agony.
My body trembled, my hips pushing up, begging him to finish me
off.

“Tristan,
please. Don’t stop.”

“I promise to
continue as soon as you tell me the truth.”

How had he
turned the tables on me?

“I need to
come, now.”

He touched my
swollen nub with his finger, whispering, “The sooner you tell me,
the stronger it will be.”

Concentrate, Allie, why did you seduce him?
But remembering
the important things in a state of near-ecstasy was almost
impossible. That was like asking an irresponsible teenager to put a
condom on just before he spilled.

Oh, God,
please help me remember.
I promise to work harder to save
those girls.

Work! That was
it!

“I need to go
on a sting with Laura,” I gasped, giving in. No, it was my body
that gave in. There was no way anyone could be tortured like this
for too long. That blissful sensation had already begun to
dissipate, and I wanted it back.

Tristan didn’t
scold me or lecture me that it would be too dangerous. Instead his
head disappeared from my view and he was once again between my
legs, bobbing up and down, his mouth closing on my clit, fingers
inside me, eating me away, within seconds reviving that joy I’d
almost felt. My legs locked around his head and I could not hold on
any longer. The orgasm exploded through me like a supernova. My
body shook like it had been zapped by a frenzied current. I felt
like I’d left this world and was floating through the universe,
breathless, limbless, with only one spot on my body pulsating
through space as I relished in the pleasure it gave me. Drugs. This
must be how you felt when you were high. The convulsions eased as I
slowly flew down to earth, until the last tremor left and I touched
ground, finding myself on the kitchen counter with Tristan lying at
my side, propped on his elbow, trailing his fingers around my
navel.

When had he
lifted me higher? My full body spread on the island, resting. The
occasional jolt livened the goose bumps on my arms.

“That was
unbelievable.” In all honesty, it was the most intense orgasm I’d
ever had.

“It was my
pleasure, Ms. Green.”

I sat up,
feeling my back peel off the counter. An oval of sweat collected on
the surface. Tristan was still hard, his cock poking my side.

“That’s where
you’re wrong, Mr. Cross. The pleasure was all mine. How did you
know I wanted something?” I asked.

“There’s a
reason Cross Enterprises has earned a name as the best in the
business. It’s called instinct. Whether you know it or not, you
have that same quality. It’s your best weapon, and that’s why I
trust you will take every precaution possible when you go out on
the street.”

“Really?” I
felt my smile creep up. It wasn’t like I needed Tristan’s
permission to go out, but I didn’t want to do anything behind his
back either, not where work was involved. Not for anything.

“That night I
drove by, when you were posing as a hooker, you scared the shit out
of me. But when I saw that gun in the holster on your thigh, it
only confirmed that you were the strong woman that had been missing
in my life, and that you could handle yourself.”

“Thank you for
trusting me. I know you’re afraid, but I know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t doubt
it, Allie. My fear is only validated when someone else who knows
what he’s doing tries to abduct women. And you seem to have no fear
of those men.”

“Fear can be
deadly in this kind of work. It can cloud your goals and consume
your body quicker than a drug. I promise to be careful.”

“I know you
will. Now, how about we finish this ice cream?” He pointed to a
bowl full of cream.

“I have a
better idea.” I gripped his firm cock, feeling him pulse with
heated desire.

His scarred
lip lifted and he took me into his arms. I melted there in an
instant, just like the chocolate ice cream.

* * *

We spent the
weekend outside of our bedroom and without any clothes. I couldn’t
believe how much my horny hormones controlled my body. Tristan
fulfilled his promise of christening every room in the house. We
mostly slept (though not a lot) on a bunch of pillows on the family
room floor and on the couch in the library. But on Sunday night,
before bedtime, once the staircase got its debut as well, we
finally made it to our bedroom.

A faint
vanilla aroma trickled into my lungs. The room had been lit with
dozens of candles, making it look like something from a movie.
Flickers of light glowed on the walls and furniture.

“You’re not
going to pour wax on me, are you?” I asked.

“Not when
you’re pregnant, Allie. The shock of the heat could leave blisters
on the baby’s skin.”

“How do you
know?”

“I googled
it.”

“Since when do
you google this stuff?”

“Since I’m
going to be a father. Come on, don’t tell me you’re not a bit
curious.”

“I am, but
I’ve just been so preoccupied with work... You know, once we have
the baby, life will change.”

“As long as
you’re in it with me, everything will be fine.” He strolled to my
side and tugged at the string of my robe.

How in the
world did I deserve this man? Yet the mere thought of ever not
having him in my life was like an arrow piercing straight though my
heart. He was my family now – he was my everything.

This time I
opted for an outfit that didn’t scream
It’s Halloween!
When
I walked the street posing as a hooker to convince Tristan I was
worthy of Cross Enterprises, the glow-in-the-dark clothing had
ended up on his bedroom floor. The pleasant memory revived a
knowing keenness deep in my belly.

Two blocks
away, a team of Tristan’s backup-guards patiently waited in their
cars. He insisted we call them if trouble we couldn’t handle found
us, and I promised we would.

Today, Laura
came with me. She had loaned me her black leather pants and her own
corset top, which hooked at the back with a series of bra clips.
I’d be too shy to wear this skimpy top even to a club. My boobs
almost spilled out from the tight top, but I had to admit that the
gothic look she was aiming for me was much better than my last
eighties ensemble. My friend chose to wear a mini dress that
screamed
minimum two hundred per hour
. Fishnet stockings
completed her outfit.

We strolled to
the corner where the redhead – I thought I remembered Mercedes was
her name – protected her territorial spot. Tonight she wore a pair
of leopard tights and a matching top. At least she wasn’t in a mini
that nearly exposed her bare bottom, like the last time I’d seen
her. The moment she saw me, she flew at me with her arms wide open.
“Katie, you’re back!”

I didn’t miss
the chuckle Laura tried to hide.

“You’re not
working here, are you?” Her frown pretty much summed up just how
welcome we really were. “Did you ever find that guy in the Bentley?
I haven’t seen him drive by for weeks.”

“Yeah, I found
him.”

Laura coughed
into her hand.

“You know, you
can’t really stay here, dressed like that.” She pointed at us with
her finger.

“We’re not
working tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Carl says we
can have a day off,” Laura said in an accent I hadn’t heard before:
a cross between the
Jersey Shore
cast and her Slavic
roots.

I prodded her
ribcage when Mercedes looked away for a moment, and then continued.
“But Carl’s interested in this girl.” I pulled out Marissa’s photo
from my wallet.

“Is that your
sister?”

“No.” I shook
my head and popped a strip of strawberry gum into my mouth. “But
Carl would like us working together, posing as sisters, if you know
what I mean.”

“Katie, in my
life I’d seen it all, and I’m thankful no aliens land on Earth
because for some of these fuckers, the kinkier the better. Where
would I find work? It’s not like I can grow tentacles
overnight.”

Overnight? That
was the problem?

Laura just
stared at the redhead, obviously as stunned as I was. Mercedes
leaned in closer and lowered her voice. “You know, Area 51 is
actually a breeding compound between humans and aliens.” Her eyes
nearly doubled in size. So did mine and Laura’s, although for a
different reason. Who in their right mind came up with this
stuff?

“Wow, thanks
for sharing. I’ll make sure to avoid it. So, have you seen this
girl?” I asked again.

She took the
photo from my hands and strolled closer to the light pole for
better view. We followed her, swaying our asses the same way she
had. The redhead examined the photo for longer than I’d thought she
would, taking in the girl’s features. “She’s a popular one, isn’t
she? A guy’s been asking about someone fitting her description.
Like a month ago, maybe longer. But no, I haven’t seen her. You’re
not cops, are you?”