Exquisite Danger (17 page)

My floating consciousness barely understood what he was saying, but when he slipped out, then spun me around and pushed me to my knees, I automatically opened my mouth for him. Looking up at Smoke, gilded by the moonlight and stroking his thick shaft glistening with my arousal, my anticipation of watching him orgasm was so intense that I began to plead with him to come, to give me everything. I wanted all of this man, including his pleasure. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, to give him as much satisfaction as he gave me. I leaned forward and began to lick his testicles while he stroked himself, the big muscles of his legs quivering as he made an erotic grunting noise.

He gripped my hair and jerked my head back, his breathing harsh and unsteady. “Open.”

I complied, replacing my mouth on his balls with my fingertips, stroking the soft skin as it pulled up tight.

Smoke slipped the head of his dick into my mouth and I sucked eagerly, wiggling on my heels as my own passion ramped up. Knowing that he was going to reach his peak, knowing that I made him feel this good was an aphrodisiac on its own. When he cried out as I sucked him, my heart swelled with pride. Power—doing this for him was a rush of pure, sensual power. Fucked up or not, serving him fulfilled a need that, until Smoke, I never realized I had. I needed to surrender completely to him, to give him everything he wanted because he gave me everything I needed, and then some.

I pulled away long enough to say, “Give it to me, Miguel, I want your come in my mouth.”

“Fuck!” He roared and bucked in my grip.

There was just enough time for me to seal my lips over him again. At the first hot burst of his seed on my tongue, I moaned low and deep, swallowing his slightly bitter liquid heat down as fast as I could. Even after I’d taken everything he had to offer, I kept sucking him, gentling my mouth until the stroke of my tongue against his length was a whisper of touch. He continued to groan and twitch, staring down at me while I worshiped him with my mouth. Doing this for him was also an attempt at an apology on my part, pleasure in exchange for putting up with me. I smiled up at him and peace filled me when he finally pulled me off my knees and helped me stand on my unsteady legs.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he whispered. “Holy fuckin’ shit. Just when I think it can’t get any better you do something like this.”

I giggled then snuggled into Smoke, my emotions all over the place. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered something to me in Spanish about love, and beauty, and a bunch of other stuff I couldn’t understand, but the fierce affection in his voice was easy to read. Hell, I felt his adoration in my bones. After an unknown amount of time spent petting each other, a cool wind blew across my bare ass and I realized I my pants were still around my legs.

With a smile at Smoke, I stepped out of his arms and pulled my pants back up and stretched out, arching my back with a contented sigh. As I did that, I noticed a faint, tiny red dot glowing beneath the overhang of the doorway, tucked back and impossible to see if I hadn’t been exactly where I was. Curious, I tried to look closer, but it was too far up and hidden away.

“Smoke, can you give me a boost?”

“What?” He finished with his belt, walked over to me and followed my line of sight. “What is it?”

Realizing he couldn’t see it because of our height difference, I pointed up. “Just lift me, please.”

He boosted me up with ease so my head almost hit the top of the overhang and I frowned as I reached back into the little alcove, my fingers searching for the box and hoping I didn’t encounter any spider webs. After a few seconds of groping in the dark, I managed to feel the box and a series of wires coming into and going out of it. I almost ripped it out of there, but left it alone because I had no idea what it was or what it did. For all I know there was a legitimate reason for this electronic device being there, but it didn’t make sense that someone would go to such trouble to hide it.

“Okay, put me down.”

“What’s up?”

I chewed my lip, not wanting to make a big deal out of something that might be totally normal, but my instincts told me there was something wrong here. “There’s some kind of electronic device hidden up there.”

Smoke had his cell phone out before I finished my sentence. “Hulk? Yeah, I need you up on the roof...No, it’s not for a fuckin’ threesome. Mention that shit again and I’ll personally stomp your face into the ground. Swan found something. Bring a ladder.”

He hung up and turned to me, concern drawing the lines on his face tight. “How the hell did you see that?”

“I was stretching out and the flash of red caught my eye.”

Shaking his head, he prowled around us, checking the overhang and following the wires to where they disappeared into the wall. I remained silent, not really having anything to offer until we knew if the device was suspicious or not. Knowing that people were on their way up to the roof, I worked on cleaning myself up as much as I could. As I finger-combed my hair Hulk burst through the door with another big man following right behind him. Even in the dim lighting I could see that the stranger’s hair was probably a flaming red when the sun shown on it because it burned even in the moonlight and the dim illumination of the access passageway. He was closer to my age than Smoke’s, but his serious expression made him seem older.

They all ignored me and turned right away to Smoke.

Hulk frowned at Smoke, his anger easy to read on his tense face. “What did you find?”

“Actually, Swan found it.” He glanced at me before turning back to Hulk, and the redhead gave me a curious glance, like he was seeing me standing here for the first time. “Little box with a faint red light on the side. Any idea what it could be?”

“Nothing we put there.” Hulk shook his head, then looked over at me with a grim expression. “Good find, little girl, but it’s way past your bedtime. Smoke, why don’t you go tuck her in then come back.”

I wanted to protest that I should stay and see if I could help, but electronic surveillance wasn’t my forte. I was fucking beat to the point that my thoughts were slow. My pussy ached from the hard fuck Smoke had given me, and the rest of my muscles were sore from all of our driving and lack of quality sleep. When Smoke gripped my hand in his I didn’t protest, well aware of how closely we were being watched. While I didn’t like what Hulk said, his voice wasn’t sarcastic. I hoped that I’d read him right and he wasn’t being a dick.

With my head stuffed full of the events of the evening, I didn’t protest when Smoke tucked me into bed with a lingering kiss, or when he gave me my handgun. “Don’t be afraid to use it.”

I tucked the gun beneath the edge of the mattress within easy reach and was out in less than a minute.

When I woke up the next morning it was after nine. I was stiff and felt like I could sleep another six hours, easy. While my mind slowly came online, I realized that the place next to me on the surprisingly comfortable mattress was empty. I vaguely remembered Smoke coming to bed and grabbing me to cuddle like a teddy bear, but other than that, I’d been dead to the world. With a sigh, I wiggled over to his side of the bed and took a deep breath of his scent, then another.

Before I could sit up, the door to the bathroom opened to reveal a damp and unbearably sexy Smoke. The moment he wandered into our small room, he sought me out. When our gazes met, I frowned at how tired he looked even as I basked in the warmth of his slight smirk. His eyes were red and the lines on his handsome face seemed to stand out more. Without thinking, I held my arms open to him, and he melted into me with his version of a happy sigh, which was more like a happy growl.

“Thought of waking up every morning to that smile…I’m a lucky man to have such a sweet baby.”

My nether bits tingled and I shifted beneath the covers as his body curved into mine. He rolled off and tugged on his jeans while muttering about temptation and having shit to do. I ogled his tight ass without a drop of shame.

With just his jeans on, the top button unbuttoned, he came back over and picked me up from the bed and cradled me in his arms, holding me close while I peppered kisses on his damp skin. The scent of his soap was strong, and I rubbed my face against his chest, loving every second of being in his arms. He gave me a few tender, soft kisses on my forehead before gently tossing me back on the bed.

I gave a little girly shriek as my body bounced on the springy mattress, then I smiled up at Smoke. “Morning.”

He yawned and stretched, making his well-defined muscles flex and dance as he cracked his neck. “Morning. You sleep well?”

“Yeah.” I watched with interest as he went over to one of his suitcases on top of the dresser and began to dig through it. “So, you figure out what that thing was?”

“Hulk has his guys are going over it right now. The ginger who was with him last night, Joker, is really good with electronics. Had a bunch of training in the Air Force and shit. His cousin who’s also a member of the Denver Iron Horse chapter, Donkey, did the same thing, and they both have their own separate security companies. Anyway, we know for sure that it tapped into the video feeds on the clubhouse along with some other crap.”

“Shit,” I whispered and looked around the room, wondering if someone had been spying on me the whole time I was in here.

He must have noticed my worried look because he shook his head while jerking on a pair of socks. “I already searched our room. Nothing in here or the bathroom, but they have cameras in some of the public parts of the clubhouse. Breaker’s doing a sweep right now, then he’s gonna come get you.”

I glanced over at the door and rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom. “Why is he coming to get me?”

While I took care of business, he spoke loud enough that I could hear him through the cheap door. “’Cause you’re gonna meet with some of the old ladies today.”

“Why do I have to do that? I thought we were looking for my mom and sister?”

When I went back out into our bedroom, Smoke was fully dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a crisp white t-shirt with his cut laying on the rumpled bed next to him. He was fiddling around with his phone, and I wandered over in his direction, stopping before him to run my fingers through his damp curls. My libido wanted me to run my hands over much more satisfying parts of his body, but my mind was occupied with the complex layers of the world I now found myself in.

“Go get dressed, babe.” He grabbed my hand and placed a soft kiss on my palm before returning his attention to his phone. “I need you to meet the old ladies so you can get information on your sister and mom. Won’t be all bad. They’re good women, and I’ll be there with Breaker.”

“So I’m going to a biker tea party? What does one wear to such an event? I’m afraid Mimi didn’t cover that social occasion in her efforts to make me a civilized woman.”

He gave me a droll look and raised one eyebrow—I envied his ability to do that. It made him look aloof and…hot. A shiver raced through me, and my nipples hardened to sensitive points. Why the hell could I not be around this man without the sexual tension igniting between us? It was like I woke up hungry for him, as though sleep had deprived me of his touch. Evidently, the feeling was mutual because his gaze darkened, and he glanced at his cell phone, then back at me.

“Do you know what it does to me when you get all sassy like this?” He squeezed his hard cock through his jeans and I clenched the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me from throwing myself at him. “Makes me hard as fuck. Then again, everything you do makes me hard.”

I smirked and tried to not act too pleased about his pornographic compliment.

His lips tightened as his teasing expression grew serious. “Now, while I understand you’re uncomfortable, you gotta know you’re stronger than your fear. You’re the strongest woman I know, inside and out. Sometimes I’m a bit afraid of you, but then again, I think sometimes you’re afraid of me so that balances us out. Don’t be a chicken shit now. You’ve come too far.”

Oh, I hated him at that moment, which perversely, made me want to fuck him all the more. No, not just fuck him, I wanted to seduce him until his control snapped, then ride him until we were both satisfied. And frankly, I didn’t give a damn about anything else at the moment. With this lust thrumming through me and a desperate need to escape the pressures of the world, I tempted Smoke with something I knew he would love.

My sister had given me lessons on how to look cute and sexy. At the time, I thought it was part of the act she did for the teen pageants she was in. I didn’t realize that she was working as a stripper, underage and behind our mom’s back, at one of the better clubs in Vegas—and she was making a killing. Sarah used that money to run away from my mom and bought her freedom from the debts our mother owed. A year later, she surfaced again as one of the best pole dancers in Vegas, and not the stripper kind. Sarah was an athlete. She’d been a high ranking competitive skater before she broke her ankle when she was fifteen, and she used her strength and flexibility to pull off some crazy shit on those three-stories-tall poles she used for her burlesque show. She was incredible, and the raw sensuality Sarah could portray mesmerized crowds at the high-end casino show she starred in. So, I decided to see if I could use those same tricks to get Smoke to give me what I wanted.

It was a very empowering feeling to look up at Smoke from beneath my eyelashes and lightly lick my lower lip. The hitch in his breath hit me like a punch of adrenaline, and I knelt up so my breasts were visible. Bright sunlight streamed down on me, and I was sure it made my hair glow around my freckled shoulders. Still giving him an almost mocking, shy look, I hesitantly brushed my fingertips over my nipple, squirming a bit at the pleasant sensation. With a soft sigh I pinched the tip and rolled it between my fingers, never looking away from Smoke. His lips curved in a small smile, all satisfied male arrogance.

“Look at my baby getting so bold, trying to take what she wants.” His voice rumbled in a rough purr that sent my body into overdrive, and I boldly dipped my fingers beneath the edge of the blanket then stroked my slick, swollen pussy lips. Smoke had fucked me hard enough last night that my sex was a little sore today. After rubbing my clit a couple times I pressed harder, then winced slightly.