Confer, Lorelei - Deadly Deception (Siren Publishing Classic) (24 page)

He moaned deeply, quickly put her aside to remove his jeans, pulling her hard against him. They both gasped for breath as he pulled her top over her head. She ripped the buttons open on his shirt, quickly removing it. He kissed her neck, made his way to her breasts, and took first one, then the other into his mouth.

She moaned, arching against him, gasping his name, wanting more of him.

 
She felt him open her robe, and feel her sexy, satiny panties and caress her legs. She moaned as he pushed his hand between her legs, feeling her hot, soft mound. He moved his hand deeper into her soft hot, wet folds until he found her clitoris. He flicked his thumb back and forth over her it until she squirmed, screaming his name.

Isabella became breathless. She gasped, wanting more, so much more. His touch alone created delicious tendrils of electricity spiraling through her and became too tempting to ignore. She closed her eyes and groaned. Where he touched, blood rushed, sending sparks, fireworks bursting.

Wyatt kissed her face, her neck, and her breasts, all the way down her stomach to her soft mound of curls. He slowly lifted her to the softness of the rug in front of the fireplace.

She sucked his lips and his ear lobes while running her hands up and down his muscled, hairy chest. She bent to lick his nipples, he groaned, lunging toward her. She took hold of his smooth and hard cock with both hands and rubbed up and down its length. She licked the tip with her tongue, and then took it into her mouth, sucking deeply.

She heard him make a deep guttural sound in his throat as he pulled her up, kissing her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth, sucking her tongue, touching her everywhere. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted him to be inside her and now. He used his fingers to separate the hot moist folds, and inserted a finger. She knew she was so hot, so wet, and so ready for him. He prodded her with his finger inside her, in and out, in and out. She shoved herself against his hand, whimpering, calling out his name.

He quickly removed her panties, slipped on a condom, and moved on top of her, aligning his body with hers. Slowly, oh so slowly, he entered her. She lifted toward him, taking all of him, engulfing his cock. He began moving within her at a frantic pace, heard her deep breathing, thrusting in and out, in and out. Beads of sweat appeared on Wyatt’s forehead.

With her head spinning, Isabella grabbed the nearby blanket and scrunched it in her hands in sweet torment.

Wyatt put his hands behind her back and lifted her, rolling them both over so now she was on top of him. She bent her legs to straddle his body, impaling herself deeper onto his shaft. He reached up with his hands rushing her taunt nipples with his fingers. His tongue followed his fingers, first blowing on her breasts, flicking his tongue across the light tip of her breast. Her nipples ached with pleasure.

Her skin ignited in a haze of heat, every nerve ending between her thighs. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up and down, up and down, impaling her deeper with each move. Instantly, the fire melted her insides. Liquid warmth seeped from between her pulsing folds.

He gently rolled her onto her back and drove into her, relishing the feel of her hot, wetness against his hardened flesh.

She cried out as his cock thrust deep into her. He felt so solid, so strong. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked at his face, observing his darkened blue eyes and softened features. He smiled.

He wrapped his arms around her and thrust deeper, jolting her with another wave of pleasure. He groaned and began pumping them both to climax.

Wyatt tensed, then released, crumbling down on top of her. They both exploded in rapture, breathless, sweating but sated. She relaxed the lock of her legs around his waist. She hadn’t realized she had put them there.

They lay together, he still inside her, each listening to the other’s heart beating, as their bodies relaxed. He gently moved to her side, pulling her with him, and untangling their legs, they snuggled. Neither of them said anything. No words could describe the emotions racing through her.

She interrupted his thoughts. “Wyatt, when you touch me or come near me it’s like I’m on fire. I lose all my senses. I can’t think, all I can do is feel your nearness. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never climaxed like this before either.”

He thought for a moment while he looked into her eyes, “I don’t know, Isabella. I’ve never, I’ve never”—he fumbled for words—“I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“Days ago I sat alone, trapped in a small room with ruthless people and now, all these, these emotions are tumbling through me. I don’t understand. I can’t grasp all that’s happening. I can’t believe it’s happening to me,” Isabella whispered.

Wyatt reached up, grabbed the blanket from the end of the couch and tossed it over them. Pulling her closer to him, he nuzzled her neck. She felt him relax, his arms slightly loosening their hold on her, his breathing deeper. He was almost asleep when he muttered, “I want to keep you.”

She remained awake for some time after hearing Wyatt’s deep breathing, assuring her that he was sleeping soundly. She thought about what he had said and wondered if he meant it and how it made her feel; to be wanted by someone the way she wanted him. She soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of him.

Chapter 42

Sunlight came streaming in the tall windows filling the room with radiance. Wyatt had gotten up a couple of times during the night to check and put more wood on the fire and each time, when he had returned, he made love to Isabella again. They both appeared insatiable. They simply couldn’t get enough of each other.

He felt alive again, as if a teenager having sex for the first time, exhilarated and liberated, unburdened with the unwelcome baggage of Rachael’s betrayal and consequential death, as well as the deaths of his parents.

He lay by her side watching the sun glint off her dark auburn hair. He gently stroked her cheek with the knuckles of his hand, and she moved closer to his side. He ran his fingers down her arms. His hand surrounded her breast, gently kneading, squeezing the nipple, which instantly became hard and stiff.

She moaned, pushing herself against him while reaching for him. He quickly entered her, pumping into her while she matched his every thrust. He kissed her eyes, neck, and breasts. Their pace accelerated, both breathing rapidly.

She called out his name.

“Say it again, Isabella. I love to hear you say my name.”

She obeyed, right before bright lights exploded before her eyes and she climaxed. He soon tensed and then he released.

They lay in each other’s arms while the bright green leaves in the trees danced in the bright, clear sunlight pouring in over them. Wyatt finally got up, pulled on his jeans, tossed another log on the fire, then made his way to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee going. Isabella wrapped herself in the blanket and sat in wonder in front of the fireplace. She wanted to ask Wyatt what he meant last night when he said, “I want to keep you,” but she feared his answer, especially in the light of day.

After some fresh coffee and toast, they showered and dressed. Wyatt took his laptop to check e-mails and again checked the monitors while Isabella went to get comfortable with a good book.

Chapter 43

Wyatt sat with his laptop on the couch near Isabella. Wyatt’s cell phone rang startling them both, and they jumped apart.

“Wyatt, we’re about ten miles out,” Dave said.

“We’ll be waiting,” Wyatt told him before he snapped his phone shut.

Wyatt greeted both Dave and Sam and introduced Sam to Isabella. Sam was middle-aged with shoulder-length light brown hair, bluish-green eyes, and he wore a diamond stud in his left ear. His tight t-shirt revealed his well-toned pecs, and the rolled tight sleeves of his shirt exposed his large biceps. His tight-fitting jeans and tall biker boots added to his scary-looking, but handsome, appearance.

“Please, sit down. Would anyone like some coffee, hot tea or something to drink?”

“I’ll take a coffee, Wyatt. I’d love something stronger but I’m still on the clock,” Sam answered.

“Me too,” Dave said.

“I’ll get it, Wyatt. Do you want a cup as well?” Isabella asked.

“Sure, that’s great. Thanks!”

“Wow, this is a real nice place you got way up here, Wyatt,” Sam said as he looked around the house.

“Thanks, Sam, I like it and its privacy, and I want to keep it that way,” Wyatt said, staring at Sam.

“No problem with me, Wyatt. I wore a blindfold on the way here and will leave no footprint when I’m gone.” Sam stared into Wyatt’s eyes as if making a pact.

After coffee for everyone and a little chitchat about the drive up, Dave and Sam looked at each other.

“Dave and I talked on the drive here. We’ve already gotten all the necessary approvals like we discussed on the phone earlier, but there’s just one detail we need to consider and finalize.” Sam looked back and forth from Isabella to Wyatt and settled on Isabella as if waiting for a response.

Isabella looked at Wyatt, who was pacing in front of the fireplace, refusing to look at her. “What is it?” she asked Sam.

“Isabella has to do it,” Sam said.

Wyatt and Isabella looked at each other. She jumped up and exclaimed, “What are you talking about? What do I have to do?”

Wyatt grabbed Isabella’s shoulders and gently pushed her down into a chair, calming her down effortlessly.

“Let me explain,” Wyatt said, soothingly. “Sam’s been able to infiltrate Spike’s organization. He knows how he works, how he thinks, and which leg he puts in his pants first. Based on all the information and evidence he’s gathered, we have reason to believe Spike hired people to abduct not only you, but others as well. And he’ll pay those people handsomely once you’re delivered. We’re still trying to put all the pieces together as to why he chose you but I’m sure that’ll come out in the end.”

“Anyway,” Sam interjected, “I have to deliver you, the girl Spike’s paying for, to
Norfolk
by midnight tonight.”

Sam began outlining the detailed operation while Wyatt paced in front of the fireplace, one hand in his pocket and the other hand playing drums on his lips. He rubbed the back of his neck with hands as if trying to remove a stubborn pain.

“I don’t like it. It’s too risky and too dangerous. We’ll get a female officer to do it. What if Spike goes berserk and hurts her? What if something goes wrong?”

“Wyatt, she’s all we’ve got at this time. You know better than anyone else how hard it is to get cooperation from witnesses. They’ve been through so much and their lives threatened and their families lives, threatened...”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Sam. I know, I know. But we’re talking about Isabella here. Not just some woman they picked up…” Wyatt let his words drift off as he realized what he had said.

Wyatt looked at Isabella. She looked numb and confused. She probably couldn’t fathom doing what Sam suggested she do. She sat in the chair as if she were watching a scene in a movie about somebody else’s life.

Dave and Sam looked at each other, then at Wyatt.

“I think we need to talk, Wyatt, alone,” Dave said as he grabbed Wyatt’s arm and headed out to the porch.

Wyatt looked at Dave and Sam authoritatively. “I don’t think that’s necessary at all.” He dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

“You’re too close to the subject. I don’t think you can be as objective as necessary, Wyatt,” Sam said, risking Wyatt’s wrath.

Wyatt stared at Sam until Sam looked away. No one said a word, while Wyatt stared in the front window, his fingers rubbing across his lips.

She finally stood up and opened the closed front door. “I’ll do it. I’m the one who was abducted, who has to be delivered, bought and paid for. I should be the one making the decisions, completing the plan and making this whole thing work out, not you. I’ll go undercover. But you have to promise me you’ll be on hand to rescue me at a second’s notice if I say so,” she exclaimed.

Dave, Wyatt and Sam all exchanged glances. Wyatt stared at Isabella. Had she lost her mind? He was having second thoughts. What if something did go wrong and he couldn’t get to her in time? Feelings needed to be kept personal and failure was not an option, he reminded himself.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Wyatt finally acquiesced.

“Yes, I’m sure. My life will never be the same after everything that’s happened, after everything he’s done to me, my mother, and so many other women. Just think of poor Megan. Where she might be now? I want to make sure he doesn’t have the opportunity to do the same thing to anyone else.”

Wyatt continued his pacing while Isabella sat anxiously, staring, wide-eyed at him. Sam finally interrupted the deafening silence in the room.

“Okay. We need a minimum of an hour to get to
Norfolk
and get set up, right Dave?”

Dave nodded and Sam continued.

“We can have the warrants and teams ready and in place within the same time frame. I have the necessary equipment in my car parked in
Norfolk
. We can stop there, get ready, and get to Spike’s around eleven p.m.”