Resistance (2 page)

He licked and stroked with his tongue, pushing her to the
edge. The instant she wanted to let herself fly, he pulled back.

The tease!
She cried out her frustration and he
became intense again, feasting and urging her toward a wild desire that
threatened to pull her under. Need built inside her. A need so powerful and
raw, she knew this was what she’d required from a man. She strained her pussy
against his face, demanding a harder pressure, needing to lose herself in the
hungry pleasure wave that threatened to consume her senses and self-control.

He worked her close to an orgasm. So close! She burned for
him. Yearned for release. Wanted him inside her.

She whimpered. She wanted him to fuck her. Now! But she
couldn’t say a word. He had her twisting inside a whirlwind that kept her
gasping with arousal.

His mouth left her pussy. “You like this, don’t you, Red,”
he growled up at her.

She moaned her agreement and tightened her grip on his
shoulders. She couldn’t remember when she’d stopped touching herself. Didn’t
remember placing her palms on his rugged muscular shoulders for support.

“Open your eyes, Red,” he instructed.

His demand made her gasp as a familiar erotic wave of
submission washed through her. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and cried
softly as he studied her.

Blade’s lips were red, swollen and glistened with moisture
from her pussy. He let go of one of her hips and moved his hand between her
thighs. A hot finger teased her clit, stroked her until she trembled
uncontrollably.

“You’d like me to fuck you,” he said.

She gasped, her desperation turning into a physical ache.
She needed him. God! How she needed him!

He bared his white, even teeth and her tummy hollowed out at
the sexy satisfied smile he gave her so freely.

Yes, she wanted this man. Wanted him like no other. This was
why she’d come to his room tonight. To be with him.

“You want me, don’t you, Red?” His words stroked her senses.
“You want me to make you come. To bring you what you crave. What you need.”

Yes, bring me what I need.

Without waiting for her answer, he thrust two fingers into
her vagina and started a quick, savage pump that had her quivering and bucking
shamelessly. He finger fucked her with the deepest, longest strokes. Within
seconds, a fireball slammed into her. She twisted harder and cried out as she
writhed and gyrated upon his fingers.

Colorful lights flashed in her mind and shocking tremors
shook her legs. Tears burned her eyes as spasms pounded through her. Thrashing
her hips, she cried out as he worked her, his fingers plunging into her deeper
and faster. Her vagina clenched and pleasure rode her body.

Her thighs trembled. Her tummy tightened. And she swore she
lost her breath. Her mouth opened as she held tighter to his shoulders, digging
her nails into him. The need, the craving, the desperation spiraling through
her since she’d first seen him crashed together, making the wicked bursts of
pleasure sharper and exquisitely painful… but so beautiful, too. She gyrated
her hips with maddening speed, rocking into the explosion, and embraced the
carnal shivers as they seared through her with perfection.

When he withdrew his fingers, she collapsed to her knees in
front of him, gasping for air, her eyes shut so tightly she swore she would
never be able to open them again. His hot mouth fused over hers, scattering all
thoughts to the wind. Urges pounded her as his hands cupped her breasts, his
fingers slipping through the nipple rings and tugging to this side of pain. He
pulled the rings and kissed her harder, demanding she kiss him back. She
returned his fire, melting her lips against his so intensely something deep
inside of her—something pure and innocent and untouched—unraveled for him.

The trembling and spasms rocking her were so beautiful they
pushed her right to the edge of control. His lips disappeared, his fingers left
her rings. She wanted to open her eyes, to beg him not to stop, but the crackle
of a zipper lowering had her breath quickening. A rustle of clothing followed.
Her heart beat faster at foil ripping.

The condom.

Anticipation roared.

Oh man! He would take her now. It was going to be
magnificent. She knew it. She would experience the most wonderful climax when
he fucked her. Oh! She could barely wait.

Roughly, he grabbed her wrists and brought her to her feet.
The cold, solid door slapped her ass and back as he pushed her against it.

His mouth slammed onto hers, taking her in a hot and fierce
kiss, like a wild man conquering the mate he wanted. His hands sifted through
her hair, holding her head, and she grabbed his naked waist to steady herself.

He impaled her. His thick, swollen cock penetrated her in
one swift, brutal plunge, unraveling and melting her body until she became
pressed around his hard curves.

Erotic anguish whipped through her as he withdrew and she
whimpered as he thrust into her a second time, her body instantly tightening
into a fierce pleasure ball. She exploded again. Violent tremors rocked her,
making her cry out shamelessly as the desperate need for him to keep fucking
her tore through her. She didn’t care if the other men in the house heard her.
Didn’t care if Blade knew she wanted him so badly it hurt.

He buried himself deep and her vaginal muscles frantically
stretched in order to accommodate him.

Perfect
…like he belonged to her. He withdrew and
quickly pumped back into her, firm and furious, unleashing the pent-up arousal
keeping her hostage.

Pleasure pounded hotly through her veins, making her
shudder. Her vagina gripped his condom-sheathed cock and milked him. Carnal need
shattered her. She quaked violently within a mindless wild storm. She
surrendered to him and he thrust harder and faster. She let out another
tortured cry as tension snapped through her body, making her shudder and writhe
in a dance of erotic gyrations.

God! Was this possible? Having climax upon climax?

Exploding on a guttural moan, she swiveled madly against his
hips, grinding and riding the wicked tremors. She held tight to his shoulders as
pleasure continued to pummel her. Within seconds, he too was crying out with a
guttural groan of release.

For a few sweet moments he held her until her orgasm ebbed.
His lips brushed over hers so tenderly, she swore she could fall in love with
this man. As she began freefalling into that beautiful abyss again, he stopped kissing her, breaking the magnetic
connection. With a tender caress of his hand against her right cheek, he smiled
warmly.

“It can never be,” he whispered.

Before she could mount a protest to tell him anything was
possible, he withdrew from her. She almost collapsed as he moved away, his heavy
breath ricocheting through the air with hers.

Disappointment that he wouldn’t take her to his bed rankled
her. He’d fucked her hard and fast and in those bursts of bliss, he’d given her
something she’d hungered for—caring.

She wanted more.

By the time Reena regained her strength, he’d donned his
jeans and opened the bedroom door.

He left without looking back.

* * * * *

Three months later…

Blade’s finger tightened on the rifle trigger when he caught
the petite red-haired woman in the scope. Red was flanked by two people. A man
and woman who were friends of Blade’s.

Pull the fucking trigger. That’s why you’re here, dammit!
Kill her!

Try as he might, though, he couldn’t bring himself to shoot
the redhead. It should have been easy. He’d killed people before. He’d obeyed
orders. Killed men and women who were trouble for the U.S. Government. But he’d
never killed a woman he’d had sex with before.

Unfortunately, SKULL considered this woman a military object
of elimination. He didn’t agree. She was more of a…nuisance to the government. A
woman heading a resistance in order to get all rights back for women shouldn’t
be hunted down like a dog. It was wrong.

Three months ago, she’d been the best fuck of his life. Now
he’d been ordered to kill her. He’d no idea the woman SKULL had rescued from a
pleasure house had actually been the leader of the U.S. Resistance Movement.
He’d had no clue he’d fucked someone so goddamned important.

Dammit!
Hell of a time to sprout a conscience.

Maybe he could wait until she was alone? Kill her then?

Blade frowned. The finger on the trigger eased as guilt
slammed into him.

You’re stalling, Blade. Take her down in front of
witnesses. Follow your orders or there will be hell to pay.

This was the perfect opportunity. The two witnesses would
report back to the Resistance that their leader was dead. The cause would
collapse. Or so the government hoped.

Personally, he believed killing her would only make the
Resistance stronger. Besides, he hated doing this right in front of people he
knew. They were good people. Tyler Outlaw and his woman Laura had some rough
years apart, but now they were back together. He didn’t want to cause trouble
for them.

They would just have to deal with this assassination. Just
as he would have to deal with it.

Once again his finger tightened on the trigger, but he
quickly eased off as cold metal kissed his temple.

“I don’t think you want to do that, do you, Blade.” He knew
that deadly calm voice. Cade Outlaw, the brother of his ex-SKULL partner,
Colter Outlaw.

“This isn’t your concern, Outlaw,” Blade warned coolly.

“You’re on Outlaw land. It is my business. Drop the gun.”

The icy threat sent shivers up his back. Blade hesitated.

“I know we’re friends, Will, and I hope you won’t hold it
against me if I blow a hole in your head, but I will unless you drop the
rifle.”

And he probably would, too. Cade was just as much a killing
machine as Blade. If not more. Especially if those rumors about him being a
torturer during the Terrorist Wars were true. A man had to have a strong
stomach to do that sort of work.

Blade sighed and dropped the gun. From the other side of the
bushes laughter erupted. The two women hugged. They were saying their goodbyes.
His gut twisted as the best opportunity for carrying out his job slipped
through his fingers.

“She’s your SKULL assignment, isn’t she?” Cade asked.

Blade said nothing.

“You’ve been sent to kill her. Kill the leader of the
Resistance. As if that will stop women from fighting to regain their freedom.”

“She’s a marked woman. If I fail, someone else won’t,” he
replied.

“You’ve failed, Will. Tell your boss the leader of the
Resistance is under Outlaw protection now. Anyone who tries to go after her
will have us to answer to. Got it?”

“Got it,” Blade replied, knowing full well the six Outlaw
brothers were no match for the U.S. dictatorship that ran the country with an
iron fist.

“Good.”

The two of them stood in silence as the Resistance leader
waved goodbye to her friends before she sprinted across the yard and into the
meadow. A moment later, an entourage of her supporters came out of the trees
edging the field. As the entire group vanished into the neighboring woods, the
success of his mission disappeared and, strangely enough, relief poured through
him.

Sure, he’d lost an opportunity to kill her. And yes, there
would be hell to pay when he reported his failed mission. But at least he could
live with himself tomorrow. That is, if Cade didn’t kill him.

“The highway is about twenty miles to the east. Drop the
keys to your vehicle and start walking, Will. Rest assured if you’d been anyone
else, you would be dead. Consider this a favor. You owe me one. Big time. Just
remember what I said. If I ever see you near her again, I will kill you and your
body will be buried somewhere on Outlaw land where no one can find it. Buried
with the others who crossed us. You know very well I speak the truth.”

Blade was a smart man. He knew there were dead bodies buried
on Outlaw land. Hell, he’d helped kill those men and buried some of them
himself. This was the time to clear out.

He nodded and slowly unclasped the key chain he wore at his
belt. He pulled his keys from his pocket and let them go. They fell with a
jingle into the tall grass.

“I’ll remember that,” he said to Cade.

“You do that. Now go before I change my mind and kill you.”

The area between his shoulder blades prickled as he started
off toward the east. He half-expected Cade to shoot him in the back. He
certainly deserved it for getting this close to almost killing a leader who
represented freedom to all women.

The same woman he’d once helped rescue from the Pleasure
Palace when he’d been on assignment with Cade’s brother, Colter. A woman who
hadn’t been able to keep her hands off his men after they’d taken her to a safe
house. Hell, she’d been pumped so full of sex drugs, she’d been quite the hot
fuck. He cursed at the memories of the heat. Of her red, tangled hair. Her cheeks
flushed pink with excitement as he’d gotten out of bed and stood beside her in
that bedroom. He’d enjoyed the teasing glint in her eyes as she’d cupped her
breasts and practically dared him to make love to her.

He still couldn’t get the sweet echoes of their slapping
flesh out of his mind as he’d entered her tight vagina in one solid plunge. Her
aroused cries lingered in his mind and the awesome way he’d convulsed inside of
her had shaken him right down to the tips of his toes.

After fucking her, he’d gone outside, craving cold air to
chill the fierce desire of wanting to take her again. But when he’d come back
into the house with the full intention of bringing her into his bed for the
night and fucking her until they were both senseless, she hadn’t been in his
bedroom. Hadn’t been anywhere in the house. She’d vanished.