moan for uncle 5 (2 page)

"I see you have a little something for me." She caught her lower lip between her teeth and eyed his cock, all but ignoring the breakfast he had spent the past twenty minutes so lovingly preparing.

She glanced over at the clock on the night table: 9am. She had to be at the bridal shop in a little over an hour and he had a few errands to run before they met back up with the realtor.

Noticing his hesitation, despite his anxious cock she slid from the bed, took the tray from him and set it on the small two person table. "Please," the word slipped from her lips as she placed a light kiss against his bare chest.

"But..." He glanced over at the breakfast.

Nikki followed his gaze. "How about we compromise?"

Arching a brow, he looked down at her and watched as she swept her tongue across her lower lip. "Compromise, huh?"

"Uh-huh." she took his hand in hers and pulled him along behind her, into the bathroom. Releasing his hand she hurried over to the shower and turned it on. After fiddling with the knobs for a few seconds, she seemed satisfied with the temperature and stepped in. Turning back around, she faced him grinning and beckoned him over to her with her finger. "We just have to be quick and do a little multi-tasking."

Making an attempt to give her a stern look, he nodded.
"Fine.
But no foreplay."

Her grin widened and a mischievous gleam flashed in her eyes.
"Deal.''

The breakfast and obligations of the morning temporarily forgotten, Grant was across the room and under the steady stream of water with her in the matter of four strides. Grabbing her bottom, he hoisted her up onto his hips and pressed her hard against the wet blue tile of the shower wall. She immediately wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and slipped her arms around his neck.

His lips came crashing down onto hers roughly as his cock pressed at the entrance of her warm, moist core. Grant didn't even need to check to see if she was ready to take him, she was always wet for him.
Always
.
Once he was certain he was lined up perfectly to her opening he rammed himself hard and deep into her - to the hilt. He nearly came undone with just one thrust, as her pussy took him in, tightening around his cock - so warm and inviting.

Nikki cried out at the sudden invasion, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue between her lips and teeth, invading her mouth. She moaned against his lips and moved against him, urging him to begin thrusting within her. The warm water beat against his back and he began his fast and relentless thrusts, pulling out and pressing her roughly against the shower wall with each inward thrust.

"Oh-my-God, Grant, that's it!"

Her breasts bounced and slapped against his chest with each thrust. That, combined with the whimpers and moans which were increasing in both volume and frequency, was rapidly bringing him to climax.

"Damn Nikki!" he groaned, ramming into her.

"Harder. Faster!" her voice was broken, words strained.

Her pussy clenched and milked his cock at he thrust into her. Her juices coated his dick and ran down to his balls. Lowering his forehead to her shoulder to tried to hold back his impending release. But, damn it, it was hard. Her moans and whimpers kept his mind focused on how amazing it felt to be buried deep inside of her.

"Nikki, I'm going to come soon, honey - with or without you."

The words had barely left his mouth when her fingernails dug deep into his shoulders and her body tensed. Moments later, she cried out as her body tightened its hold on him and his cock was flooded by her sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck!" A wave of relief rushed though him as he allowed himself to let go, slamming her roughly against the wall one final time and releasing. Several waves crashed over him, sending several,
forceful
spurts of his seed into her welcoming core. Her throbbing pussy milked every last drop from him before it relaxed around his depleted cock and she went slack in his arms.

She buried her face against his neck and then kissed his shoulder. "I love you, Grant," she sighed releasing him from the grip her legs had around his waist and sliding down the length of his body.

Capturing her chin in his hand he tilted her face up so her eyes met his. "Love you too, honey. Now let's hurry and we can pick this up tonight."

"
Mmmm
, makes me want to skip the appointments and stay here with you all day." she teased, brushing her lips against his.

Chuckling, Grant nipped at her lower lip. Had he known then how the day was going to unfold, he would have taken her up on the offer and never left the apartment.

Chapter 2

"So what do you think?" Nikki spun around in front of the three-way full length mirror of the bridal shop, attempting to examine the dress from all angles. She wanted it to be perfect. It
had
to be perfect.

"Stunning Nikki, truly stunning."
She really wanted her mother there, to help with the wedding planning, but her parents had decided they needed a vacation. They felt a couple of weeks in Cancun would help them relax and accept the upcoming marriage. So instead, Becky, a close college friend of hers, stepped up and was helping her decide on the dress.

She stopped spinning and nodded, planting her hands on her hips and examining the Cinderella-style white wedding gown. The price tag made her wince, but Grant insisted she get whatever dress she wanted and this was the one, despite the price tag being
cringe
worthy.

A smile touched her lips as she gathered her long hair up and examined the way she looked with it up compared to down. "What do you think Grant would prefer, up or down?"

Becky laughed as she walked up behind Nikki to stand beside her friend. Becky's green eyes met Nikki's blue ones in the mirror. "I may have only met him a couple of times, but I can tell you this. You could walk down the aisle in a potato sack and that man would look at you as though you were dressed like a queen." She wrapped her arm around Nikki's waist and pulled her into a quick hug. "You're a lucky woman, Nikki." She gave Nikki a wink in the mirror, "and don't even get me started on how hot that man is.
Mmm
. So-so nice. Don't know where you found him, but I sure wish you'd tell me."

Nikki sniffed and fought back the tears that were threatening to spill onto her cheeks. Yes, she was lucky. She hadn't told Becky how she knew Grant, she didn't want that awkward conversation with her new best friend so she’d simply told her they were both from Bar Harbor and left it at that.

She stood smiling at her friend in the mirror for a few moments until something disturbing caught her eyes. "Oh-my-god!" she gasped her hand shooting up to her mouth and her eyes widening in dismay.

Alarmed, Becky spun Nikki around to face her. "What?"

Nikki's eyes dropped to the satin bow at her waist and peered down at the brown smudge, roughly the size of a dime on it.

"
Ohhh
..." Becky muttered as they both stared down at the offending smudge. "Not a
biggie,
let me get the clerk and I'm sure they can get that out in a jiffy." Becky scurried off, leaving the dressing room and shutting the door behind her.

Nodding, Nikki turned back towards the mirror, her eyes transfixed on the offending brown mark. Sure, it was just a smudge, but at that moment it felt like a disaster.

Nikki began to examine the rest of the gown, eyeing each and every inch of it for even the slightest imperfection. She was so intent on her task she didn't hear the dressing room door open and close behind her.

"Beautiful dress."

The sound of a deeply-accented voice interrupted her inspection. She wasn't good with accents, but she was certain it was African. Well, almost certain. With her brow furrowed, she lifted her head and her eyes met those of a tall, thin black man. He gave her a smile, but the smile didn't follow through to his eyes which were cold, devoid of any emotion.

She gulped down the rising anxiety within her. Maybe he worked for the bridal shop... She doubted it. Her eyes lowered to his hands, covered in black gloves and one was holding a rag. Maybe the rag had some sort of cleaner to remove the smudge. Maybe... Her mouth went dry and she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to speak. Was that what people meant by the expression scared stiff?

"I won't hurt you, but you need to come with me," he assured her upon seeing the alarm in her eyes.

His words jolted her from the frozen state of terror she was in and she made an attempt, despite her six inch heels, to run past him to the dressing room door. She hadn't made it three steps when he slipped his arm around her waist and covered her mouth and nose with the rag.

She fought with every ounce of strength she had, but he easily overpowered her and within seconds she found that darkness was overtaking her. She was helpless against the blackness which was overwhelming her and she felt her body go limp as she slumped back into his waiting arms.

****

Standing outside their apartment building, Grant glanced down at his watch and shook his head. Nikki was late. Only ten minutes so far, but she was never late. He'd tried calling her on her mobile, but it was going straight to her machine. This wasn't good and in the pit in his stomach a gnawing sensation told him something was seriously wrong, and with each minute that went by the feeling got worse.

Fifteen minutes after their agreed meeting time, Grant noticed a black BMW pulling up to the curb in front of him. The tinted window in the back seat lowered to reveal Diana. She gave him a smile, but it was strained.

The feeling in his stomach grew, causing a nauseous feeling within him.

"Grant, honey."
She opened the door and slid to the other side of the seat, patting the vacant spot. "Get in. We need to talk."

Grant walked over to the car, braced a hand on the roof and leaned in, his eyes locking onto hers. "I don’t know what this is about, and I don't care, Diana. I think I was perfectly clear the last time we spoke that I was through playing games with you. We're done and have nothing further to talk about."

She laughed lightly and gave the seat another pat. "I think you will be interested in what I have to say." She gave a slight shrug. "If you want to see Nikki again, that is."

Fuck!
He suspected his worst fear was beginning to come to life. It was a fear every agent held in the back of his mind. He'd been sold out, apparently by Diana and if he didn't find a way to fix this, Nikki and everyone else he cared about would be paying the price.

"Get in. Let's talk." She gave the vacant seat another pat.

Keeping his expression as blank as possible, Grant slid into the seat and shut the door behind him. As soon as his door closed, the driver put the car in gear and the vehicle lunged forward.

"What's this about, Diana?"

"It's good to see you again, Grant."

Grant glared over at her and huffed. "How about we cut the bullshit and you tell me what this is about?"

She frowned as if hurt by his abruptness.
"Fine."
She dug into her black leather purse and retrieved her mobile phone. After pressing a few keys she came to what she was looking for on the small display and brought the screen up to eye level for him to see and what he witnessed broke his heart.

Nikki, dressed in her wedding gown, was bound to a large wooden chair in some sort of basement or cellar. She was slumped in the chair so she was either dead or passed out. He was betting on the latter, Diana needed her alive to get what she wanted from him.

Attempting to remain calm, and keep his head clear of the emotions racing through him, he lifted his eyes from the picture of Nikki back to meet Diana's. "What do you want, Diana?"

"Oh, it's not what
I
want," she corrected, "It's what my employer wants."

Grant huffed once more not able to keep the contempt for her from flashing in his steel grey eyes. "I guess that means you're a freelancer now?"

She leaned over to him and wagged her finger at him. "Don't you
dare
judge me,
Grant.
The CIA pays shit for the type of work that we do for them. They use us and don't even have the decency to pay us properly. I'm just getting what I deserve."

Leaning back in the leather seat he draped his arm along the back of the seat and chuckled. "And these other people are
decent
people. They
respect
you?"

"With the amount of money they pay for skilled services, I can overlook the lack of respect."

She straightened up in her seat and tucked the mobile phone back into her purse.
"Back to business.
How about we skip the silly banter where I tell you I have her, you threaten to kill me and everyone responsible and let’s just get down to it?" She rummaged through her purse once more and produced a syringe filled with a clear liquid. She removed the cover from the needle and passed it to him. "Inject yourself with it and we'll take you to her."

His first instinct was to grab hold of her, take her to a deserted spot and force her to talk, but he knew Diana. She'd die before telling him a damned thing. He'd seen the amount of torture and pain she could endure firsthand. He'd never be able to break her in time to save Nikki. Knowing he had no choice he grabbed the syringe from her and jabbed himself in the arm with it. Seconds later, the world went dark.

****

Nikki awoke with a throbbing headache. Her first instinct was to bring her hand to her forehead, but she quickly realized that both her hands and feet were secured to the chair she was sitting in. Slowly she began to open her eyes, the dim lighting of the room made it hard for her to get a clear view of her surroundings. The room seemed to spin and be in a haze... Everything seemed hazy.

She closed her eyes once more and took a couple of deep breaths in and out. Slowly, she opened her eyes once more and the room started to come into focus. Her eyes immediately went to the figure, naked from the waist up and slumped over in a chair across from her, roughly fifteen feet away.