Walker (Bowen Boys) (9 page)

The climax was quick. It took her breath
away and made her heart feel as if it had stopped for several seconds. As she
was trying to recover from the blast of pleasure, she cried out when he suckled
her clit into his mouth.

Her body soared up and over without
giving her any warning. Walker continued to eat at her until she thought she’d
die from it. Even when she begged him to stop, to let her breathe, he
continued. She wondered fleetingly if a person could die from this much
pleasure.

Lynne looked down her body and watched
him look at her. Even as he slid his hands over her hips and to her pussy, she
couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from him. When he spread her open, her thighs
wide over his shoulders, she watched. When he lifted his head, she thought for
sure he was going to take her.

“I want you to come again. Come hard for
me so that I can get my fill of you.”

She nodded as her juices stained his
lips.

“When you come this time, I’m going to
come all over this pretty pussy and make you come again.”

“Yes, please. Walker, please fuck me. I
want to feel your cock inside of me. Please, I’m begging you.”

He stared at her for several seconds
before he sat up again. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t resist you.” He
crawled up her body slowly, nipping at her here and licking her there. Her
nipples were suckled as his cock teased her entrance. She wanted to wrap her
legs around him and pull him deep, but was reminded of her leg wound when she
moved to do so.

Walker took her mouth as he entered her.
He was filling her, fully and completely. His tongue, tasting of her, evaded
her mouth as his cock did her body. In and out he stroked her until she knew
that when he touched her sweet spot again she was going to come.

He tore his mouth away and commanded her
to come. She was so close anyway that it was no problem for her to obey. But
she when she did, it was as if she came apart for a few seconds then came back
together. She grabbed for something to hold onto and felt her nails dig into
his chest. Blood pebbled in the tiny cuts and she found herself wanting to
taste it. Leaning up, she licked her tongue along the four tiny cuts and came
again.

When Walker threw back his head and
roared out, she came again, her body responding to his as if they were one. She
felt his cum splash against her womb, felt his cock thicken incredibly more. She
held him to her throat as he licked at her pounding pulse. And when his teeth
sank deep, so deep she knew he’d drawn blood, she came again. This time, she
felt her vision narrowed to a pinpoint before she blacked out.

Her very last thought was that this was
going to be hard to top. Because she knew deep in the back of her mind that it
would never be like this with any other man so long as she lived.

Chapter Seven

Conrad’s plane landed at midnight. He
was thankful for that because the place was a dump and he didn’t want to think
about what it might look like in the light of day. When Nestor finally came
around the corner with his luggage he was glad that he’d told him to come
along. He didn’t have time for petty stuff like standing in line for the
turnstile to give him his things.

“It’s about time. What the hell were you
doing, letting it go around ten times to see if anyone would steal it?”

Nestor mumbled something about his
luggage being last to come off.

“I don’t suppose it occurred to you to
get mine and bring it to me so that I could take a cab to the hotel instead of
waiting here for you to get your things?”

Nestor wisely said nothing. Conrad
wasn’t happy about being here, but more so, he was pissed that he had to come
right now when there was so much he could be doing with all the equipment at
his fingertips. This place probably wouldn’t have Internet, much less a good
connection.

They rode in silence to the hotel. It
was really nice, much better than he had expected, but he didn’t say that to
Nestor as they rode up in the elevator together with the bell boy. Conrad
didn’t want the aide to think he was doing a good job. It might go to his head.
When the man who had brought up their things left, Conrad walked around the
room speaking to Nestor to make sure he knew that he wasn’t on vacation.

“I might need you in the middle of the
night and I don’t want to have to wait for hours for you to get here. Make
arrangements for you to be at least within walking distance of this hotel.” He
didn’t even bother unpacking his things because it wasn’t his job. “And make
sure you hang my suits up now so that they aren’t wrinkled.”

He looked back when there was no answer
and was surprised to see that at some point, Nestor had disappeared. He called
out his name twice before he went to the phone and asked the hotel clerk to
have the idiot paged. He waited for ten minutes before he was told that no one
had come forward with that name.

Conrad was pissed now. He hadn’t given
him permission to leave him and now he had no idea where he was staying, much
less how to get in touch with him. He pulled out his cell and tried to remember
if he had Nestor’s number or not. Usually, he just picked up his desk phone or
shouted for him. This was insubordination as far as he was concerned.

Going to his luggage he was glad to see
that his toiletries were right on top, as well as his pajamas. He knew there
was a robe on the back of the bathroom door and opted for the one on the
counter that was sealed in plastic. For all he knew, the cleaning lady hadn’t
done her job well and hadn’t taken the dirty one out. He pulled the new one
over his now naked body.

Conrad didn’t like mirrors. He’d gotten
a bit chubby over the years in the Bureau and he hated that he didn’t have time
for exercise any longer. Not that he’d done a whole lot before, but now there
simply wasn’t any time. Of course, he could use the gym in the building, but
didn’t want to deal with other people’s germs.

He ordered room service and was
pleasantly surprised to see that they had a great many things to choose from on
the menu this late at night. Before he ordered, of course he’d had to tell them
three times who he was. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer and they
finally let him order from the regular menu. Conrad told them he was the man in
charge of their wellbeing, as well as the right-hand man to the vice president
and that they should be proud to have an American like him in their hotel.

He was just settling down in front of
the television when there was a knock at the door. He got up to answer it, not
even bothering to close up his robe. Whoever it was had come uninvited and he
wasn’t going to make himself look good for intruders. It was Nestor.

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve had
to order my own food, and my clothes are getting wrinkled just laying in the
suitcase. Get them fixed right now.”

The man looked ready to speak, but simply
nodded and walked to the bedroom. When he was gone Conrad sat and waited,
trying to think up things to berate the man for when he returned. His list was
huge before Nestor came out of the room.

“You should also know that they haven’t
a clue who I am here. What kind of orders did you give them when you made the
arrangements for me to stay here? You did tell them who I was, didn’t you?”

“No. You haven’t made arrangements with
the locals yet, and I wasn’t sure they’d welcome you with open arms if you
didn’t speak to them beforehand.” Nestor didn’t even look at him as the door
was knocked upon. “Your dinner is here now.”

Nestor tipped the young man after he’d
set everything up. Conrad made a mental note to have Nestor around every time
he had to tip someone so he wouldn’t have to spend his own money. Not that he
didn’t have plenty of his own because keeping the vice president happy had some
great perks, but he didn’t have to spend it all on this trip.

Nestor was moving toward the door again
when Conrad cut into his well done steak. He thought he was simply showing the
other man out when he realized that he’d gone out again. Shouting for him
didn’t work and he was ready to get up and go after him when his own phone
rang. He answered it without bothering to look at the caller ID.

“You there yet?” Jerry had taken the
time to call, the bastard. “You should have called me the moment you landed and
not had me call you. Do you know what it’s like to have to sit around waiting
for information to come to you instead of going out and finding it?”

Conrad almost said that he was forever
bringing him the information and not him going out and finding anything. But he
pushed back his dinner and took several calming breaths. “I only just landed an
hour ago and had to get to the hotel. There are things going on here that I’m
still trying to sort through.” Namely, his disappearing aide, but didn’t tell
Jerry that. “There was also the matter of me making arrangements with the local
yokels so that they wouldn’t have a fit because I’m in their town unannounced.”
He was glad that Nestor had given him that bit of information before leaving
again.

“I suppose that would be the best course
of action. Where is that cunt now anyway? Do you have any other information
than what you had this morning?” He’d told him that he thought that she’d
escaped somehow and that was why he was here in this town now.

“No. She might have been in the house
like I said, but I’m not sure. She’s much too smart for her own good.” And his
as well, Conrad thought. “I’m going to go to the locals in the morning and see
what they have on the house, then go from there. For all I know, they might
have found her body by now.”

“We won’t be that lucky. I don’t know
why you hired her in the first place. Women have their place and it’s not in an
upright position.” Jerry laughed at his own joke. “Find her. Then maybe I’ll
have the chance to show her just what I think she should have done with that
mouth of hers rather than speak out of turn.”

Conrad hung up after a few more minutes
of getting his ass handed to him. Jerry was nothing but thorough when it came
to blaming others for things that they may or may not have had anything to do
with. Like hiring McCray. She’d been working for the CIA a lot longer than he
had.

~~~

Walker watched her sleep. She was lovely
to look at awake, but when she was sleeping as soundly as she was right now,
she looked positively angelic. Which he was reasonably sure she wasn’t. He
glanced back at the bags he’d opened after she’d lost consciousness. He found
himself grinning again at that.

He’d never rendered a woman unconscious
before. They’d been satisfied, yes, but not out cold like she was. He traced
his finger down her neck to the bite he’d given her on her shoulder. He had a
feeling that she’d be pissed enough to knock him unconsciousness before all was
said and done.

They’d mated. And completely too. Once
they’d exchanged blood, she was as much his as he was hers. And there would be
no going back now, no matter how mad Khan would be. And he would be too. His
parents, however, would be thrilled beyond words.

When Caitlynne stirred he watched her
eyes flutter open and her face light in recognition. She didn’t move as her
smile went from a frown to looking at him as if he’d committed some heinous
act. When she started to sit up, she lay back down quickly and he reached for
her wrist. He had a chance to feel that her pulse was strong if only a little
fast before she jerked her hand away.

“What are you still doing here? I
thought you would be gone when I woke up.”

He shook his head and started to tell
her he didn’t have a way to get away even if he wanted to when she spoke again.

“I will make arrangements to replace you
truck as soon as I get up. Don’t you have anywhere you’re supposed to be?”

“No, not right now.” He ran his fingers
over the curve of her breast that the sheet wasn’t covering. “We could make
love again if you want. I know that I would certainly like to. You’re very
delicious.”

She moaned when he licked the same path
his fingers had taken only to have his head jerked up when she grabbed a
handful of his hair. He wanted more than anything to kiss her right now, but
was sure he’d lose his lip. She looked positively pissed.

“We have to set the record straight
right now. You were at my house at the wrong time and I used you. Just like I
used you to be fucked. You don’t mean anything to me and in order to—”

He covered her with his body and rocked
into her. She was tight and wet and Walker decided that there had been enough
talk. He wanted action. Besides, he could smell her need as sharply as his own.

When she begged him, saying please to
him, he rocked again. This time harder and deeper. When her uninjured leg
wrapped around his calf, he took her hands and put them above her head as he
nuzzled her breast.

“Your skin tastes like manna to me.” He
took her pert nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard. Then he dipped his
head to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

“You have to stop this. This isn’t going
to get us to the point where you’re gone and I can move on.” He might have
believed her except for the fact that he could feel her sheath as it milked
him. She was as close to coming as he was.