PS02 - Without Regret (38 page)

glared at Chris and their father. When they resisted, didn’t listen or bitched he pushed them harder and harder until he felt they

could handle themselves in a fight.

He still made them train with him once a month to make sure that their skills were up to date. If they tried to get out of it, he

hunted them down and dragged them to the basement where he wouldn’t allow them to leave until they met his requirements.

Needless to say he wasn’t their favorite person for a few days out of every month, but it was his job and he made sure he did it.

At least Marc still loved training with him. Granted, he mostly played around with his little brother, but he made sure the boy

had some skills that would help save him on the playground and if some asshole ever tried to grab him. His brother knew at

least two dozen ways to bring a full grown man to his knees and most of those moves consisted of a ball shot, something his

little mate had been excited to learn and learned quickly.

“Ready?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, I’m going to reach across my chest with my left hand and grab your arm while I bend slightly to bring you up and give

myself an advantage. Then I’m going to reach back with my right hand and grip the back or your head or neck, whatever I can

reach and use it to keep you from getting away and to send you flying,” he said as he slowly did each move. “Now remember,

I’m going to drop to my knee and use the momentum of the move to flip you.”

When he came to the point where he flipped her she squealed excitedly as she soared through the air. He made sure she landed

on the mattress, with his father or Joshua he would have just used the thinly carpeted floor, but this was his little Munchkin so

he made damn sure she was safe.

“My turn!” she said, bouncing off the bed and looking so damn eager that he couldn’t help but smile. He noticed that he did that

a lot when she was around, more recently.

“Try not to hurt me,” he teased as he moved back to give her space.

She stuck out her tongue at him playfully as she stepped in front of him. This was the tenth attempt to toss him over his shoulder

and even though she hadn’t managed to do more than yank on him so far, he was still proud of her. She wasn’t giving up,

whining or complaining. She was full of energy and enjoying herself.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, stepping back against him.

He put one arm around her neck and gripped her hip with his other hand, bringing her tightly against him.

If she noticed his erection she didn’t say anything.

Then again she hadn’t said anything or acknowledged it since they started and he truly appreciated it since there wasn’t a damn

thing he could do about it.

She placed one hand on his forearm, snuggled back closer.

“That’s it, Munchkin. Use your height to your advantage. You shouldn’t have to drop completely to your knee to-shit!”

He hadn’t really expected her to be able to do more than yank on him. He sure as hell hadn’t expected her to flip him over and

slam his ass onto the unforgiving hotel room floor, knocking the air out of his lungs.

“I did it!” Izzy said excitedly as she dropped on top of him, straddling his lap. “Did you see that? I did it!” she said, looking so

damn proud of herself.

Her pleased little smile slipped when he could barely nod his head as he struggled to bring air into his lungs.

“Are you okay?” she asked, biting her lip nervously as she cupped his face. “Chris?”

He shook his head, knowing he was a bastard, but couldn’t help it. If he didn’t kiss her within the next thirty seconds he was

pretty sure he’d die.

“What’s wrong? Should I call for help?” she asked, leaning over him.

“You left yourself open, Munchkin,” he whispered hoarsely as he bucked his hips and threw her off balance and into his arms.

He didn’t waste any time in swallowing her surprised little gasp.

*********

A kiss was the last thing she’d expected from him, but wanted desperately.

The past hour had been brutal for her. Having him touch and hold her, but not in the way her body was desperate for had been

pure torture. Every time he held her in his arms or they got into a position that brought her against that thick erection straining

against the front of his pants she’d been forced to ignore it when all she wanted to do was rub against it or run her hand over it.

If he’d still been acting like the asshole she’d come to hate she could have happily ignored him and focused on learning how to

kick ass, but she couldn’t. For the first time in a very long time she’d actually enjoyed being with another person. He was kind,

patient, funny and understanding and even when she couldn’t do something he still smiled at her like she did a great job.

This Chris she liked, really liked. This would be the man that broke her heart, but at the moment she didn’t care. She wanted

him, needed him and she couldn’t ignore her body’s demands a second longer and she didn’t want to.

She moved her lips against his, loving the way his arms came around her and held her tightly against him as if he was afraid

that she’d move away. She wouldn’t. Not now. Not knowing that this Chris could disappear at any time and the Chris that tore

at her heart came back. She wanted the man who couldn’t stop smiling to make love to her.

Her lips parted and he wasted no time in taking advantage. His tongue slid into her mouth and she welcomed it, caressed it and

suckled it as her fingers slid through his short damp hair. She loved touching him, loved the way his touch set her on fire.

His hands roamed over her back until they settled on her bottom. He squeezed and kneaded her bottom as he pulled her down

tightly against the hard bulge in his pants. She moaned into his mouth as he gently rocked against her.

She spread her legs further, greedy for more contact. As his mouth left hers to press kisses along her jaw and neck she ground

herself against him, wishing that they weren’t separated by so many layers of clothing. She was so ready for him, wanted him

so badly and if she didn’t have him soon she was afraid that she’d actually break down and cry.

But she also wanted to do this right. She wanted to enjoy him, especially since she didn’t know how much longer they’d have

together. Taking a deep breath as she fought for control she sat up, moving away from Chris’ very talented mouth.

“What’s wrong, Munchkin?” he asked, licking his lips as he sat up to follow her, but she was already moving off his lap,

trembling hard from the effort it took to separate herself from him. She really hoped her body didn’t act like this when they

were apart. She wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Could she do this? Give into her overwhelming desire to be with him again? To trust him not to hurt her like he did before?

Looking down at his beautiful green eyes that were shimmering with warmth and desire she decided that it was worth the risk.

Besides if he hurt her after this she could always try a “ball shot” on him.

Locking eyes with him, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it off and over her head, loving the

way Chris followed her every move with hungry eyes. When she reached for the front clasp of her bra he was suddenly on his

feet, kissing her again as he worked on her jeans with shaky hands.

He shoved her pants down along with her panties, leaving her completely naked. Together they worked his pants down and

when his erection was freed she pressed herself tightly against Chris.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised herself on her toes so that she could kiss him better.

Without a word he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down.

Never breaking away from the kiss, and she couldn’t help but love the way he kissed, he laid down on his side right beside her.

He placed his hand on her stomach as he continued to kiss her and she prepared herself for a quick touch to make sure she was

ready and then for him to take her hard and fast the way the other men she’d been with had. That wasn’t entirely the way it

happened. They usually bitched that she wasn’t wet for them before they took her, but that wouldn’t be a problem with Chris.

She was more than ready for him, but oddly disappointed at the thought of ending this kiss.

Kissing used to gross her out or bore her and on more than one occasion she faked a head cold to get out kissing her boyfriends,

but not with Chris. His lips were soft and warm against hers and the way he slid his tongue over hers had her shivering in

delight.

She cupped his face and moved to roll onto her side to face him, but he kept her lying on the bed with his hand. She wanted to

hold him, to touch him, but he had other plans. He moved over her, never breaking away from the kiss as the head of his

erection glided over her hip and she forced herself not to be disappointed that this would end soon.

When he pulled away from her she tried to grab him back and didn’t care that she was pouting. He chuckled softly as he

pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, lips, and chin before creating a trail of kisses down her neck.

From there he licked a path between her breasts, making her nipples harden in anticipation of his very talented tongue, but he

ignored them as he licked his way down her stomach, stopping only to press a kiss at her black Sentinel mark. She gasped as a

shot of pleasure shot through her body and caused her core to throb and her nipples to tingle in response.

She wondered if his body reacted the same way when she touched his mark and made a mental note to test that theory out later,

much later. Right now she was too busy trying not to scream as Chris slid his tongue between her wet folds.

Unable to help herself, she sat up, resting back on her elbows as she watched him lick her out. It felt so good, so much better

than she ever imagined. She never understood why some women loved this, but now she understood and she couldn’t get

enough of him.

When he gently pushed her legs further apart, she was more than willing to help him. She watched as he slowly devoured her

and felt herself become wetter and her breaths quicken. Soon it became too much to watch him so she closed her eyes and

allowed her head to drop back and she focused on that wonderful tongue that had her squirming on the bed.

He teased her, lapped her, suckled her and fucked her with his tongue as she did her best not to roll her hips against him. The

man had a truly talented tongue and as much as she’d love to experience it all day she couldn’t. She needed more, needed him.

“Get on your back,” she said on a moan as he suckled her clit between his lips.

“No,” he groaned as he released her clit to flick it with his tongue.

After allowing him one more lick, she quickly moved into a sitting situation. When he looked up, looking a little dazed as he

hungrily licked his lips and moved towards her again she did the only thing she could think of.

She moved to the side and shoved him onto his back, taking him by surprise and surprising the hell out of herself. If she wasn’t

so desperate for him she’d probably be doing a little happy dance right now.

“What are you doing, Munchkin?” Chris asked, his voice hoarse as he reached for her, but before he could pull her on top of

him she was moving her leg over his head and facing his feet. Her knees touched his wide shoulders as she leaned forward.

With a groan of approval, Chris wrapped his arms around her back as his mouth once again found her core. He licked her

hungrily as she did her best to focus.

When she spotted his black Sentinel mark she couldn’t help herself.

She licked it.

“Fuck yes,” Chris groaned against her.

So of course she did it again and again until she was gently suckling it and he was groaning incoherently as he licked her out

roughly. The two days worth of stubble teased her sensitive folds as his tongue slid inside of her.

She gave his mark one last lick before turning her attention over to the large heavy erection that had been begging for her

attention. She traced her tongue towards it, licking up the few drops of excitement that had fallen on his stomach. When she

came to the large head, she traced the slit, earning another one of the groans of approval that she was quickly learning to love.

Closing her eyes in ecstasy as she ground herself against his mouth, she took the head into her mouth and suckled. Chris’

reaction was immediate, his arms tightened around her and he thrust further into her mouth. She didn’t know what felt better,

ridding his tongue or the feel of him sliding in and out of her mouth.

She gripped the base of his erection, loving the way it felt as it slid through her hand into her mouth. She sucked hard as she

lazily ran her hand up and down his length as it somehow became larger and rode his tongue as it slid in and out of her. Her

hand fisted in the comforter as she felt her stomach tighten almost to the point of pain and just when she didn’t think she could

take it anymore she exploded.

With a long groan, Chris thrust one more time in her mouth and came. She continued to slowly move her mouth over him, loving

the way he tasted until he pulled out and moved his mouth away from her.