Bombshell - Men of Sanctuary Series, Book Three (13 page)

Kamaka kicked back his chair, rose, stretched like a big old fat cat, headed out the door. “Good luck tomorrow, chief. You’re gonna need it.”

Chapter Eight

Tuesday morning

Just outside of town, Keko braked to avoid a line of wild turkeys crossing the road. She yelled out the window at the birds. “This is nuts. Why am I letting him make my crazy? I’m an adult, I function just fine. I don’t need a freakin’ keeper. Just because he’s fantastic in bed doesn’t mean he gets to call the shots.”

The turkeys apparently didn’t care, nor did they hurry.

She reached MacBride’s place. His personal vehicle, a Jeep Wrangler, took up the space in front of the left garage bay door. She parked the SUV behind the Jeep, ensuring no one could block her in. Not to be trapped had developed into an obsession of hers.

In worn jeans with the button undone, T-shirt, and stocking feet, MacBride came down off the porch to meet her. By the time they’d reached his front door, lunch had been forgotten. Once they reached the privacy of his living room, their clothing flew in all directions.

Keko wrapped her legs around MacBride’s hips as he lifted her up. Her nails scratched his shoulders, as their kisses grew hotter and more desperate.

He set her on top of the wide sofa back so she could unwrap her legs. Leaning forward to mouth her nipples, his fingers found their way into her pussy.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulled his mouth to hers. In between panting kisses, she warned him. ”
Omigod
, baby, I’m so hot I’m gonna come right now.

Your fingers, saints in heaven … .”

“Are you that close, darlin’, are you?”

“Oh yeah, you’d better believe it!” She writhed against his hand.

He stopped, and she nearly screeched.

“Hold on, baby, if you’re that hot … .” He straightened up. “Wait here.”

“Oh yeah, like I’m going to sprint stark naked out the front door.”

He returned in a moment, placed something on the end table. He stood her on the floor, turned her to face the sofa. Placing her hands on the sofa back, he spread her legs. When she was stable, he caressed her skin, beginning with her shoulders. As his hands moved down her body, he kissed her ears, the side of her throat. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, which gave him plenty of opportunity for kissing her neck—which was the
go-to
spot on her body—and his lips caressed the upper edges of her tattoo.

As his hands reached her hips, she opened her legs wider, thrust out her behind.

Abandoning his position, he slid his hand between her legs. She reveled at how easily he brought out the warmth and wetness of her sex. He made a fist, rubbed just his knuckles firmly but gently against and between her labia—she liked it, from the very first time he’d introduced her to the sensation.

“I need you, baby, give me your cock.” Her voice was hoarse with need.

Following her entreaty, she heard foil rip; he must have slipped on a condom. He guided his cock head at the opening of her pussy, and slowly entered her. She didn’t want easy.

“Don’t tease, dammit!”

“Whatever you say.” He shoved hard, burying himself to the balls in her flesh.

”
Ooh
, yeah baby, just like that.” She dropped her torso, rested her elbows on the sofa back, gave him a better target. “Do me.”

Bending his knees, he nearly lifted her as he forced his shaft higher, deeper. Her hips were in his grasp as he worked his cock in and out.

He must have known she was ready to come, but he suddenly stopped thrusting.

“What the hell?”

”
Shh
, trust me.”

MacBride remained buried, but seemed to lean to the side. When he straightened again, she felt lubricant trickle between her ass cheeks, then drip down to coat the lips of her pussy. She felt her entire body jerk as he introduced a long, strong finger into her ass, then settled as he worked his finger in tandem with his pussy-gloved cock.

”
Mmm
, wow, that feels good.” She rocked back against him. “Oh, yeah, baby.”

Her murmur of disappointment accompanied the removal of his finger. Before she could utter another sound, he spread the tight skin around her anus and pressed a cold, hard object into her flesh. She didn’t think it was the dildo, but also didn’t have time to inquire. With a firm push, he shoved what could only be a slippery butt plug into her.

Keko came back up on her hands, elbows locked. “Whoa, baby, what’s up … .?”

“Just give it a moment.” MacBride’s voice was soft, low. “Just a moment, then I’ll stop if you want me to.”

He slid out his cock to give the toy more room. Then he maneuvered the plug a bit, to give her muscle time to stretch. When it was time for his cock to enter her pussy again, she’d begun moving to the rhythm MacBride set for the plug. The slow movement of his cock, as he pushed it deeper, made her crazy with need.

“MacBride, I’m
no
shit
not
kidding here. If I don’t come, I’m going to go berserk, which means your sorry-assed life may be forfeit.”

“Baby, not to worry, you’re going to come.”

With no more warning than that, he removed the butt plug, pulled out his shaft, then lined up his cock head with her lubed ass. Holding his shaft firmly, he penetrated her rosette slowly and steadily, until he was buried to the hilt.

From the first pressure of his cock’s crown seeking entrance, Keko stayed quite still, apprehensive but not fearful. From all their sex play, she knew he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want done, wouldn’t hurt her. Although she’d never engaged in such play with anyone before MacBride, everything he’d done to her, and with her, had only added to her pleasure. Pleasure she’d never known with any partner in her past.

Pinned against the sofa back, she did her best to relax, to accept the size of his sex.

“Baby, do you want me to stop?” His hands caressed her hips, her buttocks. “Do you want me to pull out?”

She took a deep breath. “No, don’t leave me.”

He reached around and under, massaged her clit with his fingertips. Her pussy tightened immediately, causing the same reaction in the sheath around his cock.

Her head dropped, and she tilted her hips to entice him to move.

Move, he did. Slow and sure, he skewered her, hard and deep, while he fingered her clitoris. She spread even wider, and pressed against his fingers.

“Keko, baby, I can’t hold out much longer. You’re so hot, so tight, my cock is so hard that I think the skin is going to split in two.” He tweaked her clit, rolled her labia in his fingers, fucked her deeper.

“Don’t talk,” she said, “use your fingers. I’m right there.”

As she demanded, he shoved two fingers into the opening of her pussy, and slammed into her ass again.

The world exploded around her as every muscle in her body imitated the force of her orgasm. MacBride peaked a fraction of a second later, and she felt every throb of his hot sex.
And damn, he does feel hot!

MacBride still had her pinned to the sofa back. Finally, she felt his cock soften.

After he pulled out, she felt very exposed as she continued to hang over the back of the sofa. She concentrated on catching her breath.

He walked away, then returned with a warm wash cloth and a towel to wipe her down. “Baby, are you all right?”

Her forehead was resting on her folded arms. “I’m not sure. My legs feel like rubber bands. I don’t think they’ll work so well.”

“Not a problem.” He lifted her, carried her into the master bedroom. He must have turned down the bedclothes after he washed up, because she found herself sandwiched between crisp, clean sheets. After he got her settled, he left again for a few moments. When he returned, he sat next to her, a mug in his hands.

“Hot chocolate, my own blend. I add vanilla. Careful, it’s steaming.”

“Too hot yet, I’ll burn my mouth.”

She blew across the foam, then, a cautious sip left her with a whipped cream mustache. Using her own finger, he wiped the mustache away with the tip, then slowly sucked the cream from her digit. Despite the incredible depth of the orgasm she’d just experienced, his finger-suckling mouth provoked a near ab-crunching reaction in her womb. She couldn’t hold back the moan.

He licked along the length of her finger. ”
Mmm
, you taste delicious.”

He set the mug on the table next to the bed, pulled the blankets over her shoulder. “Can I get you anything?”

She was so sated, so completely relaxed, that even forming words took too much effort.

“Close my eyes, just for a moment … .” Her voice faded.

* * * * *

Keko lay in his arms, in his bed, breathing smoothly, as zonked out as the proverbial light. Mac felt comfortable. He considered that. No, the feeling was more than just comfortable—he felt complete. No other woman had ever been at his house who wasn’t either a decorator or a housekeeper. Or, he grinned to himself, his mother.

As Keko referred to it, his lair was his safe zone. He considered that, as well. In truth, both Sanctuary and his own home were his safety zones. He’d no sooner bring a date to Sanctuary than to his own place. And yet, here he was, with a woman tangled in his arms. A wild woman who did her best to make him crazy, even if she didn’t realize what she was doing.

Keko had begun to trust him. In an unguarded moment, tucked against his body, she spoke of her father, about how much she admired him. How much she loved him.

Mostly, how much she missed him. She’d even admitted she’d gotten the phoenix tattoo in his memory—the only other living person who knew the tale of the phoenix was Kamaka, and she said Kamaka would never divulge her secret.

“What about your mom? You never talk about her.”

He felt her body immediately tense up. “There’s nothing to talk about. She’s an artist, lives in Honolulu. End of discussion.”

“Brothers? Sisters?”

“No. Just me. I guess I proved enough of a shock to her sensibilities that she didn’t want to try it again.”

He held her a bit closer, smoothed her hair with gentle fingers, kissed her face.

“No problem. I have two parents, three brothers. Well, two brothers to whom I speak. You can borrow as many as you wish.”

She chuckled, and he felt her body relax again.

“Thanks, but I think you’ll do. At least, for the moment.”

He kissed her again. “Cruel woman.”

She snuggled closer to him. After a few moments, he felt her body grow heavy against him as she drifted back to sleep.

Keko’s measured, even breathing soothed him. He gently nuzzled her honeysuckle-scented hair, careful not to wake her.

* * * * *

Mac had no idea how long they’d been napping when he was suddenly roused by a whirlwind trying to escape a tangle of bedclothes.

“Whoa, slow down baby, what’s the rush?”

Keko looked panicky. “What’s the rush? What’s the rush? The rush is that we came here to have lunch and talk, and now it’s damned near time for dinner. Loads of sex, not much talking.”

He made a grab for a flailing limb, but she snaked out of his grasp before his fingers could close on his target.

“And loads of sex is a bad thing?”

Keko slid off the mattress, crawled on the floor to collect her clothes. She stood quickly, began to dress.

“Buddy, we have work to do, and we have people depending on us to do our jobs. You’re the sheriff, for chrissakes—don’t you have, like, sheriffing stuff to do?

Y’know, official stuff?” She sat down to pull on her sneakers.

Mac leaned up on his elbow, the blankets barely covering his man parts. “My deputies have everything under control. Besides, I
am
doing sheriffing stuff. Do you consider FBI business to be under the purview of the sheriff’s department? I’m fairly sure that federal jurisdiction trumps local law enforcement, so I’m totally making myself available to the Fibbies while I’m guarding one of their freelance operatives.

Don’t you think that counts?”

He sat up, hung his legs over the edge of the bed. He quickly ducked as one of his boots sailed across the room.

“Okay, okay, I’m moving, I’m moving. Don’t you want to grab a shower first?”

“No time. I’ll shower at the lodge.” Keko redid her ponytail.

“Aren’t you going back to Smitty’s?”

“No. I promised I’d be back at Sanctuary before everyone left. Kamaka will have whatever data they collected sent to Lucian’s com center from Chandler’s laptop.”

“Everyone is leaving? That’s unusual. Normally they let me know, so I can keep an eye on the place.”

“Lorelei said she and the boys were going out for the evening, so Lucian planned an early supper.”

He tucked his shirt into his uniform pants, fastened the web belt. “And Kamaka?

Does he have a date, too?”

“Staying in, as far as I know. Com center, then cabin.”

“Fine, then. I’ll check in at the office, then I’ll see you at Sanctuary.”

He pretended not to see the panicked look on her face.

* * * * *

At Sanctuary, Keko stared at her plate as everyone else hurried through a quick dinner, not much more than a snack. Lorelei, Lucian, and Adam headed out.

“Keek, we probably won’t be home until tomorrow, so don’t wait up,” Lorelei said. Lucian helped her on with her coat.

Adam, Lucian, and Mac exchanged covert glances, and Keko had the feeling she’d missed a key detail regarding her hosts’ planned activities. The guys were their usual handsome selves, but Special Agent Randall looked amazingly like a super-sexy Charlize Theron on her way to a hot night out.

“Okie dokie. Marines are out for the night, SEAL is on the premises—this happy fella is off to my cabin.” Kamaka headed out the back door with DVDs of
My Fair Lady
, the Audrey Hepburn version,
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert,
and
To Wong Foo, Thanks for
Everything, Julie Newmar
.

Keko knew the bottle of white Zinfandel tucked under his arm would guarantee he slept like a
keiki
to the sound of
I Could Have Danced All Night
.