Fierce Protector: Hard to Handle trilogy, Book 1 (17 page)

Vincent was nearly – although, of course, never
entirely
– at a loss for words. “Well, ain’t this the quintessential double-whammy,” he muttered to himself. First, his three gorgeous companions had fucked, sucked and stroked him until his brains were fried. And now he was hearing news which left him damn near speechless.

“Curt, give me a moment to metabolize this particular tidbit of intelligence,” he said, downing a huge glass of ice water in a single pull. “You’re telling me that, having been pottering around in the boonies for a few days, Mr. Montgomery has now decided to take a
train
to
Austin
?”

After a long day, and an overload of cocaine and whiskey, not to mention mind-blowing sex, Vincent had just about reached his limit. “Would it be prudent, perhaps, to follow him on this impromptu journey? . . . You believe it would? Well, I’m glad we are of a mind on this point, Curt, I really am. I wish you an enjoyable trip.”

He thought for a second. “But before you go, I wonder if I could ask you a favor? . . . Oh,
anything
, you say? Well, how helpful. Hold the line?” Vincent signed for the tip, feeling generous enough to add an extra $100. Then he returned to Curt.

“Here’s what I’d like you to do,” he spelled out with clinical savagery. “
Turn up the fucking heat
.”

***

The traffic was very light, so Gray slowed to 40mph and let a more relaxed Hank tell him – and the microphone by his knee – as much as he wanted to. Once he’d opened up about the bare-faced betrayal in Boston, Hank had become a veritable torrent of useful stuff, more than Gray had ever expected.
Thank God you had Zack to keep you alive. You have no idea how lucky you’ve been.

“What about this asshole who’s been cruising around looking for you. What’s his name, Curt? Is he based in San Antonio?” Gray asked.

“No idea. He just goes where there’s punishment to be dealt out. Drives everywhere, too, different car every week. He’s like rent-a-henchman, you know?”

Gray nodded and gave Hank a companionable laugh.
Anything to keep you talking.
“Think he might have been spending time down here before you arrived, maybe?”

“Not sure. Why do you ask?”

“Ah, just trying to get the timeline straight in my head.”
And pin a couple of murders on Curt.

“With their focus really being on Corpus Christi and San Antonio, was it just bad luck you drove all that way and ended up in their back yard?”

Hank shook his head sadly. “Now you see how desperate I was, man. Evie was here, so here I came. If she’d been at the fuckin’ North Pole, I’d have gone there instead man. Borrowed Santa’s sleigh and boogied on up there.”

Gray gave another agreeable laugh, and then felt his phone trying to get his attention:

The passenger is aboard.

“Anything about me?” Hank asked, his paranoia resurfacing.

“No, no. Just my girlfriend wanting to know what time I’m going to be home. But as I’m enjoying our little conversation, Hank, I think I’ll tell her not to wait up.”

***

“Oh,
God
, yes . . . Right there . . . A little harder?”

“Harder?” Eva asked, surprised.

“Yeah, don’t be scared. Maybe just get your knuckle in there and really go for it?”

Eva smiled. “That won’t hurt too much?”

“No more than it already does . . . ?” Zack wasn’t someone to shy away from a little discomfort, especially if it had genuine, therapeutic value.

“You should get a massage right after you train,” Eva reminded him.

“I know, I know. And an ice bath too, but . . . I mean, have you ever tried one?” he asked.

She giggled. “
Hell
no. I can think of much nicer ways of getting myself all perky.”
Like doing this for you, right now
. Her nipples had become hard and erect, tingling with electric arousal.

Zack laughed but then winced as she found the exact spot, halfway down his back, just to the right of his spine, where the day’s tensions seemed to have their root. Aggressive lifting had made him incredibly sore; Eva had taken a massage course once. That had been, for them both, more than enough reason to peel off his shirt.

“Get comfortable,” she said encouragingly, gesturing for Zack to lay himself chest down on the sofa. Admiring the fine musculature of his back from above, Eva tied back her hair in a quick ponytail and hesitantly took her seat on the backs of his thighs, just south of The Perfect Ass. She caught her breath yet again as her hands glided over his well-toned back and powerful shoulders, pressing and circling the tired muscles. Massaging his neck muscles now in slow, deep patterns, she felt the unavoidable warmth between her legs press up against him, wondering if he felt it, too. The seam of her Levis was making firm and pleasing contact with her most sensitive spot; she bit down the urge to gasp, hiding her growing arousal.

Eva found her voice. “Do we know when . . .”

“He said 2:30 at the earliest,” Zack replied, thinking along identical lines.

“Good,” she heard herself say, then hoping to cover her horniness, added, “I’m, uh . . . sure they have a
lot
to talk about.”

Zack smiled and flexed his shoulders under her hands. “You’ve done an amazing job back there,” he said. “You have gifted hands”. He let her work the last knots out of his aching shoulders, impressed with her enthusiasm but distracted somewhat by the soft warmth between Eva’s legs. “Now,” he began with a certain reluctance but an unquenchable need to finally put his hands on her body, “given all the stress you’ve been under recently, your back must be twice as knotted up as mine.” He felt her nodding her head. “Can I return the favor?”

“Sure,” Eva answered.

She slid off him and then, as he rose to allow her to lay down on the sofa, came a stroke of genius. “You might,” he offered graciously, “be more comfortable on my bed”.

Zack hadn’t been wrong about her back; she was a tangle of knots, all down her spine. He gave Eva a firm and accomplished massage, locating and soothing her troubles, hoping that she wouldn’t notice his hardness pressing against her, through two pairs of jeans.

He slid his hands under her shirt, starting with slow circles on her lower back and moving steadily upward. Eva groaned as he hit a particularly knotty area. “Is that good groaning or bad groaning?” Zack asked.

Eva laughed. “Good. Painful, but good.”

“Ok, well let me know if you need me to stop.” His hands continued to move slowly upward along her spine, eventually arriving at her bra strap. “Do you mind?” he asked, taking it between his fingers.

“No, it’s fine,” she replied, trying to mimic his nonchalant tone. He slid his hands up and down the length of her back, then moved up to her shoulders. “Oh, god!” she exclaimed, making a noise halfway between a grunt and a whimper. His hands stopped. “No, no, it’s ok,” she assured him. “It’s good, actually. I think my right shoulder has been bothering me for days,” she explained, “but I hadn’t noticed it because of all the other things. Please keep going. My neck, too.” Her shirt was bunching under her arms as his hands moved higher. “Here,” she said, rising up on her elbows and sliding her shirt off. “It will be easier like this.”

 “Yeah. That’s better,” Zack replied huskily.

He worked expertly now on Eva’s shoulders, his thumbs forming a slow, circling symmetry, moving to the bottoms of her shoulder blades, then out to the sides. His fingers gently rested on her skin, slipping lower as his thumbs moved outward, until they were grazing the edges of her breasts. He moved his thumbs up and down in longer strokes, his fingers continuing to brush her side, sliding up in a slow symmetry which brought his hands back to her breasts. It took all Eva’s self control to keep her breathing steady despite the warm throbbing between her legs. Zack’s hands moved down her back, ending up just above her waistband.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He breathed. “If you can push this fabric down a little, I can get to where the spine meets the tailbone.”

Taking the hint, Eva unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the waistband down just an inch.

Zack froze for a moment, taking in the black lacy panties that she was wearing, trying to resist the almost overwhelming urge to pull her jeans right off. Then his hands resumed their slow circles, moving lower down her spine. Eva’s could no longer keep silent, her breathing coming in ragged gasps, Zack’s strong hands heading lower, down under her jeans, and then under her exquisite black panties. Beneath, she unbuttoned her jeans completely, allowing him to slide both hands in, cupping and squeezing her ass.
OK, sailor
. . .
Here we go
. . .

She responded to his gentle nudge and let him roll her onto her back. Admiring her perfect body, Zack kissed up from her tummy to her breasts and then finally his mouth found hers as he lowered himself down onto her. She moaned as their tongues met, exploring each other’s mouths. Hands began roaming as their kissing grew in intensity, and Eva gasped as he stroked one of her nipples between his fingers and then, moving down, replaced it with his mouth.

Eva’s ran her hands through his hair, arching her back as she moaned, “
Oh
,
God
. . .
Zack
 . . .” She struggled to undress completely while writhing under him; Zack sat back for a moment and helped her with her jeans and her soaking panties. His own jeans were off in a second and he lowered himself on top of her, their naked bodies entwining themselves automatically. Their kissing became deeper as they moved against each other. She felt his thick hardness pressing against her and gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs.

“Eva, you’re so wet,” he said, slipping two fingers inside of her and bringing more gasping. Then his weight lifted and Eva wondered momentarily if he was putting on a condom. Glancing down, she found that he was graduating from fingering her pussy to an even more arousing kind of intimacy.

A long, deep tongue stroke, from the opening of her pussy upward, parted her lips and glided over her clit. Then another, and another. He glanced up, but Eva had disappeared behind a pillow which covered her face. He kissed her swollen pussy lips, sucking them gently, and then made a firm, focused assault on her clit with his tongue. Eva was gasping, squealing into her pillow, a wordless outburst of joy, only partially muffled, echoed by sudden, warm gushes of new moisture below. Zack worked on her clit with a quick left-right flickering of his tongue, and suddenly she floated on a heavenly plateau of continuous orgasm, wailing constantly, her pillow only cast aside when it became too much.

“OK . . .” she said, panting hard and pushing Zack’s head away, “OK, just . . .” Words continued to fail her as she caught her breath. “OK, I just . . .” Then, Zack was there, his mouth against hers, Eva’s arms being pinned to the bed as she felt a nudging against her pussy’s inundated entrance. His tongue entered her mouth and she sucked it as his cock gently slid, in one long, deep motion, all the way into her pussy.

The sudden, intense shock broke their kiss. Eva let out a moan of relief, of indescribable pleasure, originating within her freshly-filled pussy. The pressure eased, and she felt his belly lift from hers, but then it came again, even deeper now, and again, her soft channel accepting Zack’s incredible hardness in a slow rhythm. “Eva, I’ve wanted this . . .” she heard him whisper, pausing to enjoy the latest, deepest thrust, “from the moment . . .” he breathed as another immense length filled her, “we met”.

Gradually gaining a little momentum, Zack’s strokes satisfied Eva’s very deepest needs while her warm, feminine opening sucked and kissed Zack’s cock as it slid back and forth. “
Yes
 . . .” was all Eva managed, her mind overwhelmed, and her breath taken away by each pressing of Zack’s muscular ass, propelling his manhood ever deeper, ever faster, into Eva’s wetness. Her cum, flowing freely ever since their lips had met, now coated her thighs, Zack’s root and the heavy, full balls beneath, and formed a growing, sexy smear on the sheets beneath them.

She knew he would not stop, but coaxed him onward, her hands on his ass, her mouth encouraging him with deep kisses and dirty words. “Yes, baby . . . Yes, baby do it . . . Don’t stop . . . Do it, do it, fuck me . . .” His pace quickened, strong arms holding him above her, abs tensing with each thrust, his cock almost ready to explode. “Fuck me, Zack . . . Come . . . Come inside me . . . I want to feel you come.”

His pleasure surged. Eva’s desire for him, her hot hands on his body, her perfect pussy opening so willingly for him, pushed him over the edge. With a strained moan, and then a roar of joy, he brought Eva to a body-shaking crescendo as his come filled her pussy in a thick flood. He slowed only when he felt Eva’s climax subside, his cock soaking in the new warmth and wetness inside her. Cradling her now, he waited until she could breathe again, until her heart no longer hammered so hard, and then slowly, reluctantly withdrew.

They kissed for a long, delicious moment. Eva wanted nothing more than to stay in this universe of bliss, her mind awash with sex, the feel of him finally pushing inside her, and . . . happiness. She slid onto him, straddled him as his breathing finally slowed, her wetness leaving a moist trail on his abs, his lower belly, his softening manhood.

“OK, time out, young lady,” he said, kissing her and wriggling free; they both knew he had to check his phone, in the living room, although neither was ready to part from the other, even for a second. “It’s Gray,” he called through, reading her the text. They had at least another
hour
. Eva’s heart soared with relief and pleasure and . . .

“Want to clean up a little and I’ll pour the rest of the wine?” Zack asked, finding his boxers and going in search of their two glasses.

“Yeah . . .” she said shyly, glancing down with a gasp, her wetness suddenly too much.

Eva straightened her hair as she was finishing in the bathroom, a little unsteady on her feet but filled with surges of happiness unknown for many months. It was as if, at that moment when they had found their peak, that almost impossible rush of mutual pleasure, when she had held him and kissed his face and gasped as she opened absolutely to him and Zack had come
so hard
inside her . . . it was as if her life had just clicked . . . revealing a new way to make sense of things.
A completeness
. . .
No
, she thought, smiling at her own sexy, satisfied expression in the mirror,
a serenity
.

Zack was laid back, akimbo, on the couch, drinking a tall glass of water. Eva grabbed her own and drained it, then grinned at him and slid on top, sitting astride his legs, their firmness like hardwood. They reveled in this closeness, this amazing gift of
time
. . . time just to laugh and talk . . .
and fuck
, Eva hardly needed to remind herself.

“You’re going to get these even messier,” he said, glancing down at his boxers, their fabric pressing against Eva’s naked opening. The mingled fragrance of their bodies was like an arousing incense.

“I like getting you messy,” she whispered, kissing him. “And sticky.” Their warm tongues made love together. “And hard for me.”

Eva slipped her hands downward. Her left stroked Zack through his boxers; her right found her center . . . still wet, still incredibly ready . . . and she moaned as her pussy welcomed her two fingers.

“You’re even better at this,” Zack said, his firmness quickly returning, “than at massage.”

Eva lifted her wet fingers to his mouth, letting him suck . . . and then joining him, their tongues seeking out her taste together. “If you like my hands,” she purred, “you’ll love my mouth.”

“I know I will . . .” Zack said, “but not quite yet.” He took her hand and gently guided it back between her legs, slipped down his boxers to let him stroke his naked cock, and placed soft kisses on her neck, licking downward, running the tip of his tongue across her breasts. Kisses became long, soft licks, and then Eva gasped hard at the sensation of his mouth enclosing her nipple. His mouth on her aroused, erect nub brought a pleasure which coursed through her body, sending a new wave of juice where there was already so much wetness. Her fingers in his hair, insistent now, showed him to keep
going
, to just lick and suck and nibble until she was ready to . . .

Eva came, gasping with pleasure as much as with surprise. Zack’s eased off, giving her nipple a gentler lick. His mouth slid across to her left, flicking it with his tongue. Eva’s eyes closed as he began to suck and nibble once more . . .
God, there’s no way I’m gonna
. . .
Jesus, how is he
. . .
I never have two so fast
. . .
but I’m
. . .
gonna
 . . .

“Oh, God,” Eva gasped, “oh . . . God . . . oh
God oh fucking God
. . .” She let out her pleasure with abandon, breathing hard after her sudden, almost inexplicable peak. She recovered quickly, taking his hand and bringing him to his feet, then kneeling and admiring his amazing, not to mention pleasingly ample proportions. S
imply
. . .
fucking
. . .
amazing
, the incredulous voice in her mind repeated as she brought him to her mouth.