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"Shit, baby. Fuck … fuck. Oh fucking hell." His back arched off the bed. His hand fell away from its light grasp of her face. He clutched the sheets.

Letting up, she kept the head of his cock in her mouth, then again halted his ejaculation by clamping down on the base of his penis.

Alternately cursing and praising her, his body collapsed onto the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her on top of him.
Finally. This had been her goal all along.
She smiled just as he pulled her lips to his and aggressively thrust his tongue into her mouth.

His hips rubbed her lower body, seeking relief. His kiss was ravenous. Little nips to her lips, then soothing licks, then all thrusting tongue. Under her, his body was tense. His penis lay throbbing between them, hard and hot, and ready to blow.

As Ren held her to him with his lips and gentle but firm hands at her waist, she settled more fully on him, wiggling to get into the perfect position. His low groans into her mouth told her he liked the motion on top of him.
He wasn't getting away with mere
frottage. She wanted all that lovely cock in her—and she'd get it whether he liked it or
not.
She smiled as she kissed him deeply.

Before Ren could realize what she planned, she had the broad head of his penis positioned at her vaginal opening. Arching her back, she used one hand to nudge him inside, then she moved until his cock was lodged inside by at least two inches. His earlier loosening of her opening had done the trick. She held still, allowing her body to adjust to his breadth. It was a tight, pulsing fit—and she found she liked him inside her. It was like being mounted on a full-blooded stallion. All that power under her control was exciting.

Ren broke off the kiss. His hands held her still and tightly against him. "Fuck, baby.

You okay?"

"You fit me perfectly. All that angst was for nothing." She smiled as she did a slight hip roll, taking another inch inside her. He threw his head back against the pillow, a low groan coming from the back of his throat. "Now, we're going to dance, you and me, and you're going to come inside me."

"I am?" His voice was low, husky, full of tension and lust.

"You are." She breathed the words against his lips before thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her hips moved up and then back, seating him more fully inside her. She caressed one of his dusky nipples. His "fuck, baby" was swallowed as she kissed him.

Sitting back, she braced her hands on his chest, kneading him like a cat. "Move me how it makes you feel good."

His slitted gaze captured hers, his eyes slate blue with passion. He whispered, "Hold on, baby. This might get rough. You worked me up good."

She just smiled and gripped his shoulders as he took control of her hip movements.

He began slowly, moving her up and down, adding a clit-grinding rotation every third thrust.

"God, Ren that feels … amazing." She arched her back and picked up the rhythm he'd set. His hands relaxed now, merely guiding her .

"That's it, baby. God, sweetheart, you are so fucking beautiful." He glided his hands from her hips to her back, pulling her toward him. He lifted his head and captured one of her nipple rings with his teeth, gently tugging then sucking the nipple. His hips rose to meet her downward thrusts as she increased the pace.

She knew his climax was near when he released her nipple and threw his head back, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his breathing harsh and raspy mixed with low-throated groans. He slid his hands back to her hips, gripping them tightly. She let him take total control of his pleasure, because his pleasure was hers. The pace of hip meeting hip doubled. Ren's face set in the rictus of intense passion as the sounds coming from him became less human and more animalistic.

Then, "Fuck, baby … I'm coming."

She leaned over and kissed him. His groans filled her mouth as his seed spurt warmly inside her. It was one of the most wonderful, sexy feelings in the world, holding the man she loved in her arms as he gave her all that he was, trusting her to hold and keep him safe at his most vulnerable time.

As his body went totally lax under her, still connected, she snuggled her head on his damp chest, inhaling his citrus-musk scent. His harsh breathing caused her body to rise and fall on his chest; it was sort of like riding waves. She could stay like this forever.

Ren nuzzled the top of her head. He stroked her back and hips in soothing massage.

"God that was … fucking wonderful."

She peeked at him and found his molten gaze on her. "I thought you might like it."

"Well, you'll fucking love this—and so will I." He shot her a wicked grin. Before she could ask what he meant, he rolled her over and had her pinned to the bed with his body.

His lips took a leisurely path from her mouth, down her throat, to each nipple and finally followed a line down her torso to her soaking wet mound.

"Ren?" Her voice squeaked. "You can't mean to…”

One large hand rubbed her lower stomach in a gentle massage, holding her in place.

"Oh, hell yeah, I mean to." He nuzzled the skin just above her curls. A slight frown creased his forehead. He looked up at her, his eyes concerned. "We didn't use anything, baby."

"I'm fine. So are you." She shot him a wicked grin. "I, uh, accessed your medical file."

"I wasn't worried about diseases, baby."

"Oh, that. I'm on the pill."

He smiled broadly, a sexy twinkle in his eyes. "Good." He smacked his lips. "That way I can always eat you out after I come inside you."

"Jeez-Louise, Ren, do men really…"

"
Your
man does." He held her down with the hand on her tummy. "Now, just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. 'Cause I'm going to eat you up."

Keely held her breath as the first swipe of his tongue made a lazy figure eight on her labia, almost sending her into orbit. Her clit was hyper-sensitive from his earlier ministrations and the grinding movement as she rode him. She shivered and her buttocks clenched. "Ren? I don't think this is a good idea. It's too … too…"

"Shh, baby, just let me use a little firmer pressure." He licked her more firmly, managing to miss her over-sensitized clit. She relaxed into the bed. "Better?" He nuzzled her inner thigh, then took a slow lick and a nip where her thigh met the outer mons.

"Yeah … uh, yeah." Her hips lifted to meet his tongue.

"Good." He resumed the firm tongue-stroking of her labia with an occasional dip into her vaginal opening. "Sweet and spicy." He took another dipping lick. "Want a taste?"

"Um…" She twisted and arched as a surge of pleasure had her gasping.

"No pressure, sweetheart. We can leave that for another time." He resumed licking her labia. His gentle tonguing reminded her—when she could actually process the sensations—of a cat grooming a kitten. He was very thorough.

She felt the impending orgasm, just out of reach. "Ren, I need … more." More what, she couldn't voice it, wasn't sure what
it
even was.

He murmured something into her mons and added her clit to his leisurely oral sensual torture.

She moaned, arching her back. The pressure was stronger now. This climb to orgasm was nothing like the other one he'd given her with his fingers. This one was work. She reached and reached for it, but it wouldn't come.

"Ren … it's there, but I can't…" She was frustrated, panicky.

"Shh, baby, just breathe. Trust me. I'll get you there."

And she did trust him, more than anyone she'd ever met. Letting out a sigh, she relaxed into the sensations he gave her.

He inserted a finger and stroked a spongy place inside her. Simultaneously, his teeth raked gently over her clit. "Oh my God!" Her back arched off the bed, her hips seeking the release that waited just out of her reach.

Ren lifted his head, his hand massaging her cramping stomach muscles. "Okay, baby?"

"Yes. More pressure. I need more…"

Continuing to stroke the highly sensitive spot inside her, he licked her labia and clit faster and with greater pressure. It was when his thumb or finger or whatever pressed hard on her clit that she screamed and climaxed. Her lover continued his firm tongue action and added more fingers to the one stroking the amazing spot, working her orgasm, giving her more pleasure than she'd ever known.

"Oh God that is so good … so good." She tossed her head from side-to-side and gripped Ren's hair to hold him tightly against her clit. "Ren, baby, that is soooo fricking good."

His amused snort against her sex threw her into another mini-peak. After what seemed like forever, she shuddered through one more mini-after-climax and relaxed into the mattress like a pile of over-cooked linguini.

"Keely? Sweetheart? You okay?" Ren kissed his way back up her body. He lay next to her and pulled her into his arms, surrounding her with his heat and strength.

She inhaled and sighed. She loved his smell—no, their smell. "It was perfect. Abso-frick-fracking-lutely perfect." She placed a kiss on his chest, right over his heart. "I love you. And I'm not moving for the next day or so. And you have to stay here and keep me company."

Ren chuckled. "What about the pot roast?"

She peered up at his relaxed and wholly contented gaze. "Do you think they'll deliver?"

She smiled as her lover threw his head back and laughed. This had to be the most perfect day of her life. She closed her eyes and snuggled into him and barely felt him covering them with the comforter they had kicked to the floor.

"Tweetie?" Keely sat on the edge of her brother's workstation in the Bat Cave.

"Yeah?" He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over tired-looking eyes.

He looked as exhausted as she felt, and she was so tired she'd been off her food for the last several days—and that only happened when she was burning the candle at both ends. They'd been working non-stop, tracing the identities of the mercs who'd died while attacking Sanctuary two weeks ago back to who'd paid them.

"I need to visit a town bigger than Grangeville or Elk City."

"Why?" A frown creased his forehead. "Ren told us to stay on Sanctuary until we got a handle on exactly who tried to kill us."

"Duh, Trujo sent the two men who found me on the cliff and the larger group was sent by the DoD baddie. I thought we'd decided that."

"
We
had. Ren is still not convinced—and until he is, he isn't playing loose with your safety. He would also point out that we still have no fucking clue as to the identity of the DoD traitor. He wants that guy bad. Fuck, so do I—and so does the NSA and several other alphabet-soup agencies, not to mention the whole Walsh clan."

"I'm working on it." There was a distinctive snap in her voice. She waved a hand in the air. "Sorry, I'm not mad at you or Ren. God, I miss him. I wish we could've gone with him, to cover his ass."

Once she'd discovered information on the two men who'd attacked her on the cliff and that info tracked to a holding company in Florida owned under one of Trujo's aliases, Ren took a team and went to Miami to verify the connection. He was worried Trujo was now in the United States after they'd lost him in South America almost a month ago.

"He doesn't want Trujo on the same continent with you. That bastard wants you for spoiling his death trap and to fuck with Ren's mind. Ren would go apeshit if something happened to you." And a careless, grief-maddened Ren would be easier to kill.

"I know." Keely rotated her tired shoulders and neck then swept her unruly hair behind her ears. "Ren loves me, but I'm not a hot-house flower needing a lot of special care. I could help track Trujo's hiding place."

"You can do that here, on the computer. Plus, he has all the help he needs. Vanko, Price and Trey are with him. I'd bet on that team any day."

"Yeah, they're good. I just hate waiting." She looked around the room. "I need to get out of here. I feel like a mole, beginning to look like one, too."

He eyed her. "You look fine. Although now that you mention it, you are kind of pale."

"It's the clothing. It's all sweat-suit gray and doesn't fit. I need clothes, brother dear. I need a hair trim and a facial—and I need to see a doctor."

"Doctor!" He sat up. "What's wrong, Imp?" He looked over her again. "You sick?"

"No. I need to get a new prescription for birth control pills." She blushed. Until Ren had left two days ago to chase after Trujo, he'd made love to her several times a day.

Once his fear of hurting her had passed, the man was a certified sex maniac—and she loved it. She'd been truthful that first time about being on the pill; she'd just neglected to mention that the last of her prescription had run out a week before they'd made love for the first time. Then she'd had her period and figured she was safe for a bit because of timing and the residual effect of having been on birth control. She needed a new round of pills for when Ren returned. Her man would want to pick up where he'd left off. And so would she. She really liked how he made love to her, all fiery heat and gentle touches.

"Oh, well, um…” He avoided her eyes, his face flushed. Her big brother was embarrassed. How sweet. "How about going to Couer d'Alene? It's a bit closer than Boise. We could spend the night and you could do the girly things at the hotel spa. They have a small mall and a lot of shops for the tourists. Plus, Lacey goes to a doctor there for her female stuff."

"Maybe Quinn and Lacey would want to go with us?" She liked Lacey, Quinn's wife.

She was a nurse and had a warm personality and a great sense of humor. She'd be fun to shop with.

"Ren left Quinn in charge, but I bet Lacey would like to go. While you two do the girly thing, I can get in some skiing."

Keely rounded the desk and kissed her brother on the cheek. "Thanks, Tweetie. I just need to get away. I love this place, but I'm going stir crazy."

"Yeah, well, we need to do this and get back before Ren finds out, or you'll see him go crazy and in a bad way."

"I'll just tell him it was this or no sex." She laughed at the darker red staining her brother's cheeks.