Brazen (B-Squad #1) (10 page)

Flicking her gaze up to Taz’s face as she sucked him deep, she took in the strained line of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw and the absolute devotion in his eyes. Her heartbeat tripped.

He’d needed her to declare publicly she was his, but that was only because he was already hers. Whether they knew the names of each other’s childhood imaginary friends or their favorite kind of eggs, it didn’t matter. It was just information that would come out eventually during the course of a lifetime spent together. It may have taken her almost the entire day since Tamara showed up to come to the heart of it, but her natural stubbornness had mixed with her bone-deep hurt had blocked her from that realization until she could no longer fight the truth of it.

He stepped back, pulling out of her mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Everything. She had no fucking idea. What she did know was that now wasn’t the time to figure it out.

He caressed her check with his palm and dragged the rough pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Warmth that had nothing to do with lust or the heated breeze coming in off the ocean wrapped around her. Before he could voice the question she saw lurking in his eyes, she drew him down to the bed beside her. The people watching them from the other side of the cabana’s curtained walls didn’t just not matter. They didn’t even fucking exist.

She pushed him onto his back and planted her knees on either side of his corded thighs. Running her palms over his iron-hard abs, she positioned herself so that her center hovered directly above his hard cock but didn’t touch it. It was the sweetest agony to be so close to him and not give in, but she wanted to show him what she couldn’t say, and she was going to take her time.

She lowered her face and kissed her way up his tight stomach muscles to his nipple and lapped at the flat, dusky nub, drawing him into her mouth and sucking. His moan filled the cabana, and he wriggled beneath her, bringing his dick into direct contact with her.

After taking one last loving lick, she continued her upward journey, lavishing attention on his defined pecs and across his broad shoulders before stretching her body so her breasts dangled an inch above his panting mouth, his humid breaths tickling her own overheated flesh.

“How much longer do you think I’m going to let you taunt me like this?” he asked, skimming his hands over her hips. “Two can play at this game.”

“Who said we’re playing?” She sat up and lowered herself so that his cock was nestled between her wet folds, sliding between them as she rocked against him but not entering her. It was both decadent and a cruel tease.

Maintaining her rhythm, she brought her hands up to her breasts.

“Yes, Kitten, play with those tits.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. She cupped them and pulled her nipples taut as she watched the swollen head of his dick extend beyond her pussy lips with each backward stroke of her hips in this naked lap dance.

“Fuck that is so sexy,” he groaned, his gaze jumping between her hands on her breasts and the head of his dick sliding against her slit. “I love it when you touch yourself but I can’t wait any longer.”

With a swiftness that left her breathless, he flipped her off him and onto her stomach. He hooked an arm under her hips and yanked her ass high. Raising herself to her elbows, she tilted her hips and spread her thighs wide, giving him the view he wanted.

“That’s it, let me look at that pretty pussy.” He slid one finger down her swollen center and then brought his finger to her mouth. “You’re dripping, Kitten. Taste it.”

Anticipation prickled her skin. She loved giving him a show, turning him on by following his orders. Rotating her head so he could better watch, she sucked her juices off his finger, mimicking the blowjob she’d given him earlier.

His eyes went darker than even the brown his colored contacts had made them, and the vein in his temple throbbed. “I’m gonna fuck you now. I’m going to slide my dick into you and fill your tight pussy up until you are begging me to finish you. Then I’m going to take this finger you sucked so well and drag it across your clit. And right when you’re about to come, I’m going to drive my cock all the way into that wet, dripping pussy and you’re going to come all over me, squeezing me until I come.”

Her core clenched, his words only emphasizing her need to be filled. “Stop talking about it and do it.”

Smack.
His palm hit her right ass cheek, setting off a jolt of pleasure that zapped straight to her clit. “Better watch it or I’ll put that smart mouth to work again and you’ll never get this cock in you.”

This was their game. The back and forth of demands and dominance that made her slick with desire. She batted her eyes with an exaggerated coyness. “I’ll be good.”

“God, I hope not.” He rubbed his thumb along her wet slit and then traced it down the crack of her ass. “Spread ’em.”

Dropping her upper body so the side of her face was against the already tangled sheets, she reached back and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. Lust running rough and ready through her, she pulled her cheeks apart.

He traced her asshole, sending sparks of need through her. “Look at that. You want that, don’t you? You want my dick deep in that ass of yours.”

All she could do was moan her agreement. She wanted him everywhere.

“Not tonight though.” The pressure of his thumb against her asshole disappeared. “I’m too greedy for your pussy tonight.”

Then the head of his cock was pushing into her pussy, stretching her, forcing her to take all of him. She closed her eyes, blocking out the awareness of all the partygoers’ eyes on her to focus on the sensation of him filling her. Pleasure rippled across her skin as he plunged deeper until she could feel his balls hitting her clit.

“That’s it, Kitten. Keep those ass cheeks apart so I can watch my dick go in and out of that tight pussy of yours.” He drove into her, his cock filling her up and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke. “That’s so fucking good.”

And it was. Jesus. Her whole body vibrated as everything inside her tightened.

His hands found her hips and he clamped on, pulling her back and forth in time with each thrust and retreat. It was hard and fast and borderline rough—just the way she liked it. In and out, he thrust deep inside of her, each stroke hitting the bundle of nerves inside her entrance and taking her higher. Pleasure built inside her, bordering on pain it was so intense. So. Damn. Good.

“I can feel that pussy of yours getting tighter,” he groaned. “Jesus. You are going to milk that come right out of me before I’m ready.”

He drove into her with such ferocity that her breasts shook. Even that slight friction of her hard nipples brushing against the cotton sheets was almost more than she could take.

“I’m so close.”

He leaned forward and grabbed her arms above the elbows, yanking her back. The new position made her breasts jut out while keeping her on her knees. The heavy globes bounced with each of his thrusts into her as Taz displayed her for the watching crowd.

“My little kitten wants to come.” He nipped at the base of her neck.

Pain. Pleasure. Didn’t matter. She wanted it all. “Yes.”

“You know what you have to do,” he said, lust roughening up the Texas twang in his voice. “Say it.”

Blind from intense pleasure, instinct and need took over. They moved together in a primal rhythm, both lost in the absolute bliss of being together—skin to skin. The tingling started low in her belly, growing and morphing within her until she couldn’t take it anymore and it exploded.

“I’m yours,” she screamed as the orgasm hit.

“Yes.” He thrust once. “You.” Twice. “Are.” Three times, before he stiffened and nearly collapsed on top of her, taking them both down to the mattress.

The crowd outside the cabana cheered the final act before turning away for their own fun and games. Bianca closed her eyes and tried to keep her fast-beating heart from escaping her rib cage as she came down from her climax and snuggled up next to the man who belonged to her just as much as she did to him.

B
ack in the
bungalow’s bathroom, Taz stared at himself in the mirror. His brown contacts were in the case on the counter. With them out, the itchy irritation and red lines crisscrossing the whites of his eyes had started to fade, but that’s not what put a heavy rock in the pit of his stomach.

It was his massively dilated pupils.

Only one thing had that effect on him. Genie’s Wish. Somehow he’d gotten dosed again.

“Fuck me.”

“I thought I already had,” Bianca said as she stood in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the doorframe.

God, she was beautiful. Even as different as she appeared with her insta-tan brown skin that had turned her peach nipples nut brown, and the honey-blonde wig, and makeup that made her face look more round, the sight of her turned his mouth desert dry. His cock thickened against his thigh. No matter what she looked like, the draw was the same for him—drugged or not.

All he wanted to do was finish this damn mission, get Gidget and take Bianca home—to
their
home—and now all of that was in jeopardy. If Bianca thought what had just happened between them in the cabana was just the drug, she’d shut down for good, especially if…

A cool blast of fear shot up his spine.

“Come here.” It came out harsher than he meant, but dammit, he knew what he’d find before he even looked in her big brown eyes.

“Now there’s the Mr. Bossy I know.” Bianca gave him her signature saucy smirk and sauntered over to his side.

Fisting his hands to stop from cupping her perfect tits or following the delectable curves of her strong thighs, Taz sidestepped to keep a few merciful inches between them. “Look at my eyes.”

Her pupils were dilated, but not nearly to the same extent as his own.

He couldn’t miss the moment she realized what was going on. Her eyes went wide and she let out a startled gasp.

“How?” she asked, turning her focus to her own reflection, and lowering her voice to a whisper so low he could barely hear it. “We’ve been careful. We left the windows open, kept the fan going and shut the air vents in here. Plus we haven’t even been in the room for more than ten minutes at a time.”

Searching for an answer, he brought up an image of the poolside cocktail party in his mind. Waiters everywhere carrying drinks and bite-sized food on their silver trays. Naked partygoers laughing over drinks as they watched and waited to see who would be the first to start the fun and games they’d all come to see. Four cabanas surrounding the pool. Palm trees standing sentinel on the border between the pool and the beach. Nothing that could push out the aerosol Genie’s Wish.

“Did you notice any fans at the pool?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

That’s when it hit him. “What did you drink?”

“I sipped on one of the signature cocktails, but only had maybe a third of it.”

“Was it an orange-colored fruity drink, served over ice in a hurricane glass with an umbrella sticking out?”

“That’s it.” She nodded.

That rock in his stomach turned into a boulder. “I had three.”

Her eyes went wide. “We’re on a mission.”

“I know. I took the first one just to maintain cover, but once I started it was like I couldn’t stop. I was compelled to get more, and when that Yasmin woman handed me another before telling me I should just fuck you in front of everyone—”

She flinched and her jaw went tight.

He clamped his mouth shut.
Real smooth, Hazard. Way to make the woman you love think she was just another fuck.
“That’s not why I approached you though. I wanted you. I always want you. I love you, Bianca.”

A sharp silence fell, slicing him down to the bone. Waiting wasn’t his strong suit. Fuck, him and patience weren’t even in the same zip code, but for Bianca? He’d wait.

Finally, she raised her pointed chin. “Look, we don’t have time for this shit right now. This whole mission is turning into one day-long dramathon and I’ve reached my limit. Let’s stick to protocol.”

Before he could respond, she pulled the encrypted cell phone out of its hiding spot in her makeup case. Her fingers flew across the keyboard.

BIANCA: CONFIRM GENIE’S WISH. NEW DELIVERY SYSTEM. DISSOLVES IN LIQUID. ODORLESS. TASTELESS.

BLACKFISH: COPY THAT. TIMELINE COMPRESSED. WE PARTY AT DAWN. GET OUT NOW.

BIANCA: THAT’S BULLSHIT.

BLACKFISH: THAT’S LIFE

BIANCA: WE’RE NOT GOING NOT WITHOUT GIDGET.

BLACKFISH: YOUR CHOICE. CANNOT OFFER ANY COVERAGE DURING EVENT.

LEXIE: GET ME TAPPED INTO THE SECURITY FEED ASAP. WE’LL GET HER BEFORE THE PRICK TAKES HIS TEAM IN.

BIANCA: CONSIDER IT DONE.

She disconnected, powered down the phone and put it back in the makeup case’s secret compartment. “We have five hours to find Gidget. Gather what you need. We’ve got to get moving.”

* * *

Arriving right in time for the security guard’s late-night dinner break—thanks to Marko’s inside source for the intel—Taz and Bianca strolled down the hallway to the surveillance room as if they belonged there.

As Elisa had once told him, the key to running a good con was to believe your own bullshit. They’d only thrown on as much clothing as they could manage without raising eyebrows on their trip through the resort’s main lobby. Bianca had on a Barbie-pink sheer nightie that barely covered her ass and a thong. He was in boxers. If things went south and they had to bust out of there, neither of them wanted to make a break for it in the buff. Plus, the ridiculously frilly pocket on Bianca’s skirt gave them the perfect spot to store the encrypted cell phone.

Right outside the door, he pulled Bianca close and cupped her ass just in case the resort had placed any cameras in this hall since their last intel report. He rotated their bodies to block the view of the door and released his hold on her so he could pick the lock. “You ready to blow me while we watch people fuck, Kitten?”

“Whatever you want.” She leaned into him, pressing her soft tits against his chest. “You know you bring out the naughty slut in me.”

He felt the click of the lock’s tumblers.

Taking her lips in a swift, hard kiss, he turned the door knob and they spilled into the security room. The door had barely latched behind them before she pushed away from him and went straight to the wall of video monitors. She pulled her nightie down as far as she could before she went to sit down, but must have changed her mind because she ended up nudging the rolling chair to the side instead. He couldn’t blame her. Old soda bottles and crumpled tissues covered every available surface and there were a mountain of crumbs in the chair.

“Okay, give me the USB,” she said.

He pulled the tiny flash drive from a small pocket secreted in his boxers waistband and handed it over. She plugged it in. After that it was just watching nonsensical numbers flash across the computer terminal as the bug Lexie had crafted downloaded.

The team hacker promised it would only take about ten minutes for the action to complete so she’d have full access to the resort’s entire surveillance program. While that happened, he and Bianca had nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs.

That made it the perfect time to fire the opening salvo in Operation Spill Your Guts. Just the idea of it made his left eye twitch, but if that’s what it took to get Bianca to see there was more to them then just orgasms, he’d do it.

“So what do you want to know?” he asked.

“About what?” she asked, her attention focused on the program’s downloading window on the computer’s screen.

“Me.”

She turned and gave him an appraising look that made him feel more naked than he thought possible, considering he was dressed only in his underwear. “When did you start hanging out with Markos, Keir, Lash and Duke?”

Okay, an easy one. I can do this.

“I’m gonna go with since birth on that one. I can’t remember a day without them. The Romany community I grew up in is close-knit.” That was one way of putting it. More like their particular sect valued isolationism above all else. “We keep to ourselves and take care of our own—as much as we can anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

In a heartbeat he was back in his room, listening to the sound of his mother’s quiet pleas filtering in through the thin walls, followed by his father’s mocking response and the smack of a backhand on a good night, and the thud of a body hitting the wall on a bad night. Bile rose in his throat. He’d buried the memories so deep that digging them up was like experiencing them all over again.

He closed his eyes and scrubbed his palm over the short hairs on the back of his head as if he could shove the memories away. “No outsiders meant no outside help.”

“No cops or social workers you mean,” she said, her voice soft.

He looked up into her understanding eyes. Of course she’d get it. Being born into a rich family hadn’t insulated her from interfamily craziness. “Exactly.”

“And your dad…”

“As you know, was a real piece of shit who loved to beat the crap out of my mom—except in the rare cases when it was my smart mouth that needed to be silenced.”

Barsali Hazard had been a real bastard. Big. Mean. Creative. He used all three of those attributes to force others to his will. That wasn’t just the case for him and his mother, but for others in the community as well.

“And there was no one you could turn to for help?”

“Not anyone with a badge, that’s for sure. Not that it would have made a difference. My dad didn’t believe the regular rules applied to him, not when it came to honoring his marriage vows, providing for his family or anything that had to do with not taking other people’s property.”

“He was a thief?”

“Not in his mind.” A bitter chuckle tore from his throat, laced with all the pain he’d denied existed for most of his life. “He was just taking what he wanted. He was a real law-of-the-jungle type of guy.”

Bianca walked over and into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. They stood there like that for a moment. It shouldn’t have helped, but it did. It was as if the energy he’d spent keeping the lid on all the bad memories had exhausted him in ways he hadn’t realized.

Holy shit, you’ll be writing some touchy-feely self-help book next. Man up, Hazard.

“Is he still alive?” she asked, her breath warm against his chest.

“No clue. After I left, I never went back and he never came looking for me.”

“What about your mom? Did she come after you?”

“She couldn’t. She was six feet under by my fourteenth birthday and we broke into Devil’s Dip Gym a week or two after.” And his life had changed forever because of Freddie Atlas.

She squeezed him tight. “So you were as alone growing up as I was.”

“Pretty much.” As weird as it seemed, it was true. She may have been born with a silver spoon in her mouth compared to his wooden one, but at the core they were more alike than different.

“Thank you. I know the past twenty-four hours hasn’t been easy.”

“Is that all it’s been? It feels like a lifetime.” Between Tamara showing up in his living room and lying about them still being married to this moment, it seemed like forever.

“Look, when we get back to Ft. Worth—”

The sound of walkie-talkie feedback silenced whatever she was going to say next. Taz whipped his head around to the security room’s closed door.

“Yeah, man, I’m in the room now,” a man’s voice filtered in from the other side of the door. “I told you I was just grabbing something fast from the cafeteria. Jay-sus, Bob, do you have to be on my ass about everything?”

The computer dinged.

A download complete message flashed on the screen.

The click of the lock turning in the doorknob sounded.

There wasn’t time to consider, only react.

He grabbed the USB and pushed Bianca toward the door on the other side of the room. She pulled open the door and rushed inside, Taz close on her heels. He pushed the door shut right as the other one opened.

* * *

Bianca held her breath. Fuck. If something could just go as expected sometime soon, that would be great. As it is, she and Taz were trapped in the resort’s small computer server room. There weren’t any windows or exits other than the door they’d come in through.