Stripped Bare (5 page)

He hit a stroke that probed her G-spot and she cried out, her eyes automatically shutting, her head tilting back. And Shep slowed his thrusts, holding back, easing her back, giving shallow thrusts of just his cock head into her cunt.

“Please,” she said not begging but not demanding either.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and she did, looking immediately into his heavy lidded gaze. “I want to see your eyes when you come,” he whispered and bent closer.

They both laughed as her legs kept him from reaching her mouth. She spread them wide, ankles now up by her shoulders and he leaned forward using his arms and shoulders to help hold them there while he finally took her mouth again with his.

The kiss was just as deep and sensual as the penetration of his cock to her pussy. As his tongue stroked and rubbed hers, his cock did the same to the walls of her pussy. And she realized that the faster she got him to use his tongue the faster he moved his hips. Her arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck and hold him to her while she sucked his tongue before stroking hers against it.

It was different kissing with her eyes open.
Different and exciting.
She could see just how much Shep enjoyed what she was doing and she was sure he could see the same from her. Finally they broke, breathless as he rode her hard and fast. She let her hands slip to clench his shoulders curving her legs so that her ankles were just outside her hands.

So deep.
He drove harder and faster and she could feel her orgasm building and building so that she knew she would fly apart when it slammed into her. She could see the pleasure in his eyes by the way the color darkened, the lids growing heavy. Still he looked at her, watched.

When she could hold on no longer she felt her eyes glaze over and though they remained open by sheer force of will she could no longer see anything but the colors that seemed to explode all around her, through her. No sound fell from her lips. It was as if the intensity of the pleasure her body was encountering had locked her vocal chords.

Shep seemed to have no such problem as she heard his harsh grunt as he slammed deep once more and held there giving little flexes of his hips as his cum filled the condom separating them. She could still feel the heat of his release and was amazed that the condom could hold all the pulses she could feel. Finally he shuddered and held still.

Slowly he kissed her feet, easing them back and under his arms until she could straighten them and drop them back down to the bed beside his knees. It had been too long since she had engaged in such acrobatic sex and she knew she would feel it in the morning. He eased her clenched hands from his shoulders and placing one hand at the base of his cock to hold the condom in place he pulled from her body.

Tiny tremors ran through her as he withdrew and her pussy pulsed, quivering in its suddenly empty state. She watched as he moved from the bed toward the bathroom not bothering to shut the door.
Watched
as he discarded the condom and turned the water on in the sink.
Watched
him shift his hips forward and wash his cock with a soapy hand and then rinse it under the running water.
And realized that she had it bad when she found even that sensual.

She let her eyes drift closed and was startled when she felt the swipe of a cloth between her legs. She blinked open and
watched
as Shep cleaned her up before returning to the bathroom rinsing the cloth before hanging it to dry over the shower rod. He came to stand back by the bed and looked down at her.

“You mind if I sleep here tonight?” he asked.

Her heart gave a slow stutter before starting to beat fast again. With that one question she acknowledged that this was perhaps the only man she’d met in her life who had the potential to mean something to her, something important. It said a lot that he didn’t assume that since they’d had sex he could sleep with her. He took the time to ask. And he touched her in even deeper places inside her body, her heart and mind.

“I’d like that,” she whispered and she rolled so that he could pull the covers back on one side. She noticed that he waited until she’d rolled back over and slid under before he joined her there. He slipped one arm under her head and reclined back. He didn’t pull her to him, didn’t grab and move her. So she found herself shifting closer until her head rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around her and she felt the brush of his fingers through her hair.

They lay in silence for a long while and she thought maybe he had fallen asleep when he spoke.

“You’d already checked her computer,” he said and she nodded against his chest even though it wasn’t a question. “You knew that I wouldn’t find anything.”

“I didn’t think you would,” she agreed. “But I had to let you try, to see if maybe there was one tiny thing that I might have overlooked.”

“You’ve already been to the tavern and knew what the crowd would be like, and you’ve probably already spoken with Nicole,” he said.

“Yes,” she stated.

“Do you think Chloe is still alive?” he whispered.

She held her breath. He’d figured it out. That was why she had gone for
help, that
was why she’d heeded her friend’s advice and called Gil to see if she could get help from his friends.

“No,” she breathed and knew that he could feel her tears as they trailed down her cheeks to his chest.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t confirm or deny, but just held her, his hand stroking gently through her hair.

Her sister had been missing for four weeks. Four weeks. The police believed they were looking at a body recovery at this point. From the tape they knew her sister had been drugged. They didn’t know what she’d been given, no body, no evidence. But Stace had been around long enough to know that some women never woke up from the drug that knocked them out. She also knew better than most that the chance of finding someone decreased the longer they were missing.

She snuggled closer to Shep and let her fear pour out of her in a wash of silent tears.

Chapter Five

Stace awoke alone in the bed. The spot where Shep had been was cool to her touch. She was a little disappointed. She had wanted to wake to a warm man in her bed and maybe take advantage of the thick morning wood most sported upon rising. Shep had already proven to be a fantastic lover and her body ached in great ways this morning.

She felt the smile on her lips and then was drowned in a wave of guilt. Here she was thinking of a man. She lusted after him. She liked him, really liked him. And her sister was still missing. The guilt poured over her.
Guilt for so many things.
It seemed like there were so many things that she had done wrong when it came to her sister.

She had gone back to the Marine Corp when their parents died and left Chloe to be taken care of by others. Stace had come back and Chloe had moved in with her but even then Stace had gone off on “business trips” for periods of time. The longest recovery had lasted six weeks. So even when she was here, she wasn’t.

How ironic was it that her sister was missing? She recovered things for a living, people, documents, things. That was what she did and she was damn good at it. Many had not wanted her to retire but you could only live on the edge for so long. She had finally made the decision to settle down and stay home, get to know her sister and hopefully become close friends.
And now this.

She rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She needed a shower, needed to clear her head. There was very little in her life that she really cared about. She had one really close friend who was retiring with her and she had her sister. She turned the water on with a hard turn. She was angry now. This was her fucking job. So why couldn’t she find her sister?

There wasn’t a single clue left behind to point in the right direction, in any direction. If she had been here when it happened maybe, but there was nothing left to look at when she returned. She knew the cops had done everything they could. She knew that, and yet she felt like maybe if she’d been here, they wouldn’t still be looking. The first twenty-four hours were the most critical when it came to finding a missing or kidnapped person. Chloe’s first twenty-four hours? Stace had been in another country working on finding someone else.

She stepped into the shower and just let the water run over her. It was a little hotter than she usually set it but she didn’t care. It felt so good. She stood right under the spray so that her head was beneath it. She felt cool air, heard the slide of the door and then felt the man take up the space in the shower with her.

His hand reached around and adjusted the water temperature. “Scalding yourself isn’t going to accomplish anything,” he said but all she could focus on was the way his hard body felt against hers.

“I like hot water,” she told him but leaned back into him enjoying the way his thick cock rubbed against the small of her back.

“So do
I
,” Shep agreed reaching his hands around to palm and squeeze her breasts. “But I’d like some skin left when we get out of here.”

She grinned, arching back into him pressing her breasts more fully into his hands. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples making them harder and harder with each touch.

She lifted her arms to curl around his neck and turned her head up to him. His lips touched hers softly and his tongue flicked out to trace over her bottom lip. He nipped it with his teeth and she groaned opening up. He slid his tongue into her mouth rubbing it erotically along hers leading her into his mouth. When her tongue slipped inside he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. The act sent tingles rushing through her body straight to her nipples and clit.

He alternated between caressing her tongue with his and sucking her tongue and she was almost purring like a well stroked pussy cat. His hands had moved so that he could pinch and tug at her nipples with his fingers. He had bent his knees just a bit so that his cock rubbed between the crease of her ass cheeks and for the first time she realized that he already had a condom on.

She pulled from his kiss and started to lean forward but he stopped her and turned her to face him. “No,” he breathed. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

The man should be illegal. She gripped his shoulders as he bent and cupped her ass lifting her and turning so her back was against the wall of the shower. He stepped in to her and she raised her legs to grip his hips. He held her with ease even managing to slip one hand from her ass long enough to guide his swollen cock to her pussy. Then holding her gaze he slammed home. She arched her back and cried out.

He pounded into her body and it was just what she needed, exactly how she needed it. She licked her lips and he leaned his head in giving her another of his mind-numbing kisses. All she could do was
feel
. Her body was alive with sensual pleasure. The cool of the wall was the perfect contrast to the heat of the man and water that washed over them both.

She kept her eyes open this time without him asking. She held his gaze through the kiss and it did seem to intensify the moment. She had no idea that visualization could be such an intensifier when it came to sex. But it was. Everything seemed more, just more, when you were looking into your partner’s eyes. He was spoiling her to ever have sex with anyone else.

One wicked hand slipped around again and she felt his fingers on her clit.
First just brushing over it in tiny circles that were steadily growing firmer and firmer.
Her breathing picked up and it felt like electricity was coursing under her skin sending pulses to all the right places. He read her like a book and knew just when to increase the pressure. Yet another perk of holding each other’s gaze?

The firm circles turned to soft pinches followed by brief tugs that kept increasing in pressure until she could feel the rush of orgasm. It hit her like another wave of water only this one was much hotter than the spray of the shower had ever been and had her much wetter in the right place. Shep kept fucking her harder and faster, his cock pounding inside her cunt keeping her right on the high of orgasm. The power of his blue eyes was the only thing that kept her eyes open and fastened on his at this point. His breath was coming just as hard and fast as hers was and she knew he was very close.

He moved his hand from her clit back to cup her ass and the pace amazingly increased more.
She’d never had it so hard, so fast, or taken a cock so deep inside except with Shep.
He gritted his teeth and she could see the veins in his neck as he joined her. His skin was flushed from more than the hot water, which was cooling by the minute. His eyes were bright blue and so filled with pleasure that she actually felt as if it was hers too. She clung to him, held him tight, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder as they both shuddered and gasped for air.

She could still feel the pulse of his cock as he continued to spill into the condom and she honestly resented the sheath that kept that heated wash from her. Never had she wanted to feel a man skin on skin without the safety of a condom. So why was he different? Why was she different with him?

“Now that is the way to start off your day,” she breathed and he chuckled giving her a quick kiss before helping her to lower to the floor forcing him even deeper and leaving them both gasping for air again.

Slowly he pulled free of her tight grip and holding the condom snug to his body with one hand used the other to turn the water off. He opened the door and stepped out discarding the condom and grabbing a towel then wrapping it around his waist before grabbing another and turning to her. She moved onto the mat and wanted to purr again as he briskly moved the towel over her skin drying all the water from her. He reached back to the stack she kept in the bathroom and tossed her one to use on her hair, which was hanging in wet ropes down her back.

She smiled as he wrapped the first towel around her toga style and tucked the end into her cleavage to keep it on. He moved out the door toward her bedroom and she just did what she would normally do. She bent over at the waist and briskly rubbed and squeezed the towel in her hair trying to get as much water as possible out of it. Shep’s voice came from the doorway making her smile again.