Resistance

Resistance

Jan Springer

Book five in the Outlaw Lovers Series.

Fugitive female…
Renegade Resistance leader Reena
“Red” Wilde is in for the fight of her life when she experiences an erotic
attraction to the two most dangerous men she’s ever met.

Black ops assassin…
Months ago, Will “Blade” Smith
spent one sizzling evening in the arms of a red-haired seductress. Now she’s
his next assignment. One look into her gorgeous eyes and he’s wrestling his
heated cravings all over again.

Bounty Hunter…
When Cade Outlaw nabs his bounty,
sexy-as-sin Reena Wilde, his profession dictates she’s hands-off. But he can’t
ignore the magnetic sparks between them…or that she is the biggest temptation
of his life.

Resistance is futile…
After Reena escapes Cade and
Will and falls prey to a band of evil hunters, she’s grateful her sexy hunks
come to her rescue, and in return, saves their lives. Trapped in a solitary
cabin during a wicked snowstorm, she can’t resist her two well-hung studs, nor
can she deny they’ve claimed her heart.

Resistance

Jan Springer

Dedication

For Meena

Chapter One

Reena Wilde could barely stop her fingers from shaking. She stood
in the hallway and unbuttoned the man’s shirt she’d been given to wear while she
stayed in the safe house. Baby-blue cotton, the shirt dwarfed her petite body
and the hemline dropped to her knees. The sensual rugged scent of outdoorsy
pine and soap on
his
shirt made her heart race. The owner of this piece
of clothing was on the other side of the door and she was nervous to approach
him.

She’d been here several days and nights having sex. Not with
him, but with the men who’d rescued her from the brothel where she’d been held
captive. Her rescuers belonged to a top secret government organization called SKULL.

Through her work in the Resistance, she’d heard of them.
Skilled Kill Undercover Liaison Links was a Black Ops assassination
organization for the government. During the Terrorist Wars, members had been
doctors, nurses and other medical personnel—people drafted into the
organization and forced to infiltrate any number of U.S. Military adversaries
in order to kill targeted enemies.

The SKULL men she’d been staying with had been working on an
unrelated assignment when they’d rescued her from the pleasure house she’d penetrated
to gather intelligence for the Resistance.

Damn fools had screwed her plans. She’d
let
herself
be captured by the pleasure house. SKULL had ruined the assignment. But she
couldn’t do anything about it now. She just hoped to hell they wouldn’t discover
her true identity, for if they did, they’d interrogate and then shoot her.
Pretty much everybody wanted her out of the way. If not dead, tortured first—for
the information she held—and then dead.

For the past few days, she’d had no option but to stay here.
These men were dominant and so willing to give the sex she craved while she
came off the sex drugs the pleasure house had pumped into her. The drugs had
kept her aroused and willing to perform. The matter of her needing to orgasm
every so often or she’d go mad also existed. This was due to the X-virus, a
submissive virus released by terrorists intent on dominating all women. But the
original strain had mutated into different forms—many of them deadly—thus killing
off a majority of the world’s female population and leaving most of those alive
afflicted with various illnesses.

She had the O mutation of the X-virus. O for orgasm. Right
now her body screamed for another climax. Not just with anyone. But with
him
.
The man they called Will Blade, who just so happened to be on the other side of
this door.

Avoiding her.

She knew why. Knew it in the hot way his yummy
chocolate-pudding eyes studied her every movement since he’d shown up in this
secluded house early this morning. She’d read the hunger on his face the
several times the SKULL men had led her into the adjoining room.

She’d hoped he would join them. He never had. So she’d
decided to hook up with him. Tonight. In his room. While the others slept.

She wanted a taste of him—just this once. Then she’d escape
and she’d never have to see any of these men again. Never have to physically long
for the man they called Blade.

Excitement lashed her as she twisted the doorknob, pushed
the door open and quietly stole inside.

He was awake. She knew he would be. Or else he slept with the
lights on…or maybe he’d been waiting for her.

At twenty-three years old, she was quite experienced in the
sex department. She’d gained her skills during the last two years of the Terrorist
Wars in the mandatory Rest & Relaxation Sexual Release Program—R & R
for short—designed for the soldiers. Even her father, a top-ranking general,
had been unable to keep her out—no matter how hard he’d tried to hide her
overseas in a job as a teacher’s assistant in the Teachers Without Borders
program.

With all her sexual experience, she’d learned the power a
woman has over men and was anxious to try her expertise on Blade.

As she stood in the doorway, Blade looked up from where he
lay on his bed, an open book balanced on his chest. A succulent pine and soap
scent drifted off the vibrant male and hung erotically in the room. His heated
gaze made her jittery with an intense longing to be touched, especially her
breasts and between her thighs. She was so wet, drenched, ready.

Maybe the arousal drugs were still in her system? No, her
overwhelming urges for this stranger were natural. With the drugs, she’d been
impatient, needy and desperate. With Blade, she just wanted his body heat
wrapped around her. Wanted him to hold her in his arms, kiss her and bring his
cock into her. Make love to her. Her desires were as plain and raw as that.

He remained silent as she closed the door behind her and
crossed the room to stand beside his bed. He wore only a pair of skintight
black jeans. He did nothing but return to his reading, as if dismissing her.

Disappointment rocked her and for a horrendous long moment
she wondered if maybe he didn’t desire her as she’d anticipated. Maybe he
didn’t want her because she’d been with so many of his co-workers. Maybe he still
belonged to the old-fashioned world and stuck with the idea of wanting a pure,
untouched woman. God, wouldn’t that be something? And just her rotten luck too,
because she really desired him.

He moved, catching her off guard, making her inhale sharply.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up and gazed at her.

His tussled golden-blonde hair made her think of sleepless
nights making love with him. The dark shadow he wore so well on his face made
the insides of her thighs clench as she imagined his stubble rubbing her while
he slurped her pussy into his mouth. Just thinking of having him between her
legs brought a flush of heat to her cheeks and excitement raced through her
system.

The slight bump on his nose—as if someone had recently
broken it—on his otherwise flawless face made her wonder if he might be
violent. She didn’t know him. He could slap her around for daring to come into
his room uninvited. But then why the heated looks for her when he’d first
arrived? Did she burn for a man she’d misread? Or was this just wishful,
old-fashioned thinking on her part, hoping he craved her as badly as she needed
him thrusting into her?

No, she couldn’t be wrong about him. He wanted her and, oh
God, she wanted him.

He said nothing as she pulled the shirt open to reveal her
breasts and her pussy. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and looked into
her eyes. Watching. Waiting. Seemingly unaffected by her exposure.

He didn’t reach out to her as she’d hoped. Didn’t touch her.
Didn’t do a thing.

Bastard.

Rejection slammed into her and she winced at the unexpected
pain. Maybe she should just leave.

“Don’t stop,” he growled in a strangled voice.

“The man speaks,” she replied, unable to stop her anger. If
only he would have taken her into his arms.

A flare of irritation—or maybe surprise—at her uncontrolled
outburst flashed in his eyes. She didn’t care. She just wanted him to know she had
an unexplained, overwhelming physical attraction toward him. She wanted to tell
him she wished they’d met under different circumstances and hoped he’d join the
ménages she experienced with the other members of SKULL.

Surely he’d had sex with other men in the same room? These
days anything was the norm when it came to sex.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

Any evidence of his earlier strangled voice had disappeared.
Apparently he’d pulled a tight, controlled shield around himself. She’d just
have to see how much persuasion was needed to break that wall, wouldn’t she? Once
again, sweet anticipation swept through her as she cupped her breasts.

“Why don’t you
make
me touch myself, Blade?” she
taunted.

A muscle spasmed in his jaw. His eyes darkened as he studied
her.

“Perhaps you should spank me until I do what you want me to
do. Or maybe you should hang heavy weights off all these rings of mine.”

Without un-cupping herself, she inserted her thumbs through
the large rings her previous jailors at the pleasure house had pierced through
her nipples. She tugged on the rings, bringing her nipples and breasts outward.
The sting of tenderness made her gasp, but she didn’t ease off. The pleasure-pain
excited her and from the flushed hunger on Blade’s face, he was enjoying the
show.

“You could zip a gold chain through the rings. String the
chain down through my bellybutton ring.”

She un-cupped her breasts and his gaze followed as she
smoothed her hands leisurely over her stomach and fingered the gold ring in her
bellybutton.

“Then you could loop the chain through my labia rings.
Tighten the slack so I would experience pleasure-pain everywhere, all at once?”

Her voice became breathless, sexy as she erotically traced her
fingers over her smooth, firm abdomen and between her thighs to toy with her
labia rings. She pulled on them and whimpered at the pressure they created.

“Or perhaps you’d…” She cleared her dry throat. “Maybe you’d
tie me against a wall and hang heavy weights from all my rings until I
submitted to you…and let you fuck me.”

She tensed as he rose.

He was a tall man—towered over her like a giant as he stood
in front of her. Her eyes met his muscled, bronze chest. She gazed up. His
pulse pounded in his corded neck and her own pulse picked up speed.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he said in a quiet, husky voice.

“Maybe you should take it back,” she teased.

Anticipation raced through her as he delicately grabbed the
lapels of the open shirt and pulled the material farther apart. He stared down
at her breasts and his soft gaze feathered across her flesh, making her nipples
harden. She ached for him to loop his fingers through the rings and pull just
as she’d suggested.

Disappointment once again rocked her when, instead, he
brought the shirt up over her shoulders and let it fall and puddle at her feet.
She trembled as she stood totally naked in front of him. A stranger. A big man
whose powerful arms could snap her neck with one quick move.

She yelped when he grabbed her wrists. Tight. Like two
handcuffs.

He led her hands upward to beneath her breasts. His eyes
flashed with emotions she couldn’t put names to.

His body scent wrapped around her like an aphrodisiac. Dark,
alluring…dangerous. This man might not like it if she played games with him.

“I said touch yourself, Red,” he commanded. “Play with your
nipples.”

Red
. Because of her red hair? Or did he know Red was
her code name as the leader of the Resistance? Uneasiness fluttered through
her. Maybe he knew who she really was. No, not possible. He would have told the
others. They would have interrogated her. Instead, they slept.

She liked the slow and sexy way he said
Red
.

She cried in surprise when he grabbed her hips and shoved
her backward against the closed door. She hit it with a rough thud and held her
breath as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She cupped her breasts, her
hands smoothing over her curves. Plumping her tender nipples, she tried like
crazy to keep her gaze focused on the big man on his knees before her. He
reached up and slid his hands seductively along the curve of each hip. His palms
burned her flesh as he held onto her.

“Open your legs. Wide.”

He possessed a cool and controlled voice, his breath
anything but as it fanned hot waves against her lower belly.

She did as he instructed and eagerly spread her legs very
wide.

Her breath was shallow. Her senses fully alert as she
awaited his next move. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips
and her knees melted, threatening to crumble at the erotic sight.

His nearness, his self-control, the intoxicating way he
studied her pussy made her so aware—yet at the same time very shy too as blood
hammered through her system.

Perhaps in her boldness toward him, she’d bitten off more
than she could chew? Maybe he hadn’t come after her for a reason? Maybe she
wouldn’t be able to handle him? He might be too rough with her.

She gasped at the heat of his palms as they branded her hips.
He held her firm against the door and for a moment she forgot how to breathe as
his head lowered. She cried out in both surprise and arousal as he sucked one
labia—ring included—into his moist, warm mouth.

She struggled to keep touching her breasts. Fought to keep
her body under control as the tip of his tongue lashed her clit. He sucked the
ring between his teeth and pulled. The tug was erotic, way better than anything
she’d ever done herself.

Oh yeah, this man knew what he was doing.

Her legs trembled. She leaned more heavily against the door
and moaned softly as he devoured her other labia, doing the same naughty thing—lashing
her with his tongue and pulling the ring with his teeth. He released her and
ran his tongue between her wet folds and along her slit until a magnificent
pulse of heat throbbed through her pussy. She tightened her thighs as her
arousal mounted.

When his mouth fused over her entire pussy, she fought for a
breath. Fought to keep standing.

She let go of her nipples and slapped her hands down upon
his rock-hard back, trying to support her trembling legs. His palms caressed
her hips, his touches electric upon her flesh, and she couldn’t help but gyrate
against his face.

She jerked as his tongue lashed her clit. He began a firm,
rough lap. It was fast and intense, an up and down massage.
Oh God!

He feasted on her pussy. Erotic slurping split the air as he
sucked firmly on her wet flesh. With each swipe of his tongue, her restraint
crumbled and she came closer to being whisked into a vortex of need and lust
and pleasure.