The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (43 page)

             
Gwen’s tender flesh was ready to go, she was dripping wet and ready to receive him. He pulled back and slammed forward, she gasped when the pressure disappeared and reappeared on her sweet spot. Darrien took clues from her body, the way she held her head, and the way she pressed back when her started to pull back. She didn’t want it to stop and neither did he, Darrien removed one hand from her hip and trailed it up her stomach till he reached her ample bosom and he captured the nipple to pinch and pull as he saw fit. She was whimpering when he settled into a rhythm, Gwen’s knees buckled when his lips found purchase against her neck. He was alternating the soft pleasure with the sharp pain on her breast and he began the same on her neck.  Her whimpers became more pronounced as he continued. He removed his other hand from her hip and guided himself into Gwen’s tight walls. She accepted his girth as if she were a glove made just for him. He felt every ridge of her, and her muscles tightened and milked along his erection. Once he was inside he put his hands back on her hips and he gripped them roughly. She tried to rise and fall but he held her still while her body got used to the feel of him.

             
“Not so fast baby, this won’t be over easily.” He warned her, his was husky.

             
She groaned loudly but he held her still while he pushed further in then began to pull out again, when his helmet was the only thing inside of her he made small mini-strokes within her before plunging deep once more. When he was sure she could handle what he was begging to give her he started slow but steady on his thrusts. When she began to throw her ass back he pushed faster and harder. The sound of their bodies smacking each other in the water was the sweetest sound he had heard. He wanted to explode when she moaned his name. Gwen arched her back just right and more water hit them.

             
“Put your hands on the wall.” Darrien spoke and his voice was pure seduction.

             
“Yes.” She was compliant in his order.

             
“Good girl.” He watcher her place her hands shoulder width apart on the bathroom tile, he leaned a little further over her and picked up the pace. His balls were hitting her in time with his intense thrusts.

             
Darrien felt the head of his cock hit the spongy tissue that was her g-spot. He wanted to make her quiver so in addition to his thrusts he was flexing his muscles to make his penis jump and hit her even more.  Her knees began to sag. He picked up her hips and held her in place while his drilling continued into her.

             
“Come for me Gwen.” He coaxed her, Darrien held her up with one hand while he spoke and trailed his index finger down her spine, she shuddered at the light touch but her moans continued.

             
She threw her head back and the noise increased. His hand flitted down her body and squeezed her ass to the point there was a handprint left behind. That seemed to drive her wild so Darrien pushed his thumb between her cheeks. Gwen hesitated at first but he uttered two words she wouldn’t be able to deny.

             
“Trust me.” He knew Gwen did trust him, at this point they had lived through traumatic things together and she knew she would be able to trust and lean upon him.

             
His finger pressed onto her unexplored hole, the pressure just enough to make her feel fuller but not enough to penetrate or push her too far. Gwen was still fragile in his mind and he would not force her into anything he wasn’t sure she would love to try with him.

             
Darrien’s balls tightened in response to her body coiling tight around him. He was ready to come deep for her. His mind clamped down on his own orgasm he needed her to come first, his job as her man made him promise her twice as many as he would receive. She came first. He pushed his thumb a little harder and his reward was her deep moan of satisfaction. Gwen’s knees completely lagged again and he caught her while she screamed out in pleasure. She was coming for him again.  The sound of her pleasure was exquisite his hands moved to her nipples once she was steady again and he treated them roughly, he was pinching, pulling, and moving them around as he pleased. She was still squirming from her second orgasm when he became bent on giving her a third. His thrusts picked up. Darrien was drilling into her and knocking her slightly into the air from the power behind his hips. He felt himself leak from his shaft but he was relentless.

             
“Come again.” He panted the order.

             
“Darrien… I can’t.” She whispered.

             
“Just let go baby. Let yourself go for me.” He coaxed her with his hands on her breasts and his lips lowered to her back and with that she was back into it.

             
Gwen threw her hips back to meet each thrust from him. Since one hand was large enough to palm both her breasts his right hand sunk below her hips and began to rub her clit fast and hard. She screamed in pleasure again.

             
“DARRIEN I’M SO CLOSE!” She was twisting her hips to help the sensations, and when Darrien watched her writhe in pleasure and try to force her body into more just for him he was all about it.

             
Darrien’s balls tightened to the point of near pain but he kept pumping his woman. He was throbbing inside of her and he felt her moist liquid begin to drip down him. Gwen’s entire body was quaking around him. He was starting to cum.

             
“FUCK GWEN!” He exulted as his cock exploded within her walls.

             
He continued to thrust as his seed continued to pour hard and fast. She was like fire to his soul and this passion sealed the deal. She came apart again in his arms with another loud explosion. He continued to work her through the orgasm slowly pumping to elongate her pleasure. Darrien pulled out slowly when they were both coherent from the peaks of the dual pleasures. He had never come with anyone before Gwen but the experiences with her made him want to always do it this way.

             
When they finished and were just standing and rocking back and forth Darrien reached for her puffball and squeezed her soap on it. He began with her neck and worked his way down to the bottom of her feet, he took extra tender care of her swollen sex, she was still quite sensitive to the touch near there, with even just a casual slide of his hand she quivered as if she expected another orgasm to take over her senses at any given time. Darrien kissed her butt cheek then stood to repeat the motions on Gwen’s front. He thoroughly cleaned her breasts; the pink buds of her nipples were staring at him as if they wanted his lips around them once more. Darrien washed down the front of her thighs with ease, before he stood up again he lifted her foot by the ankle and kissed the top. He quoted a book he had seen in her possession while in Louisiana. “Don’t you know you will always have diamonds in the soles of your feet to me? You are beautiful and you are mine.”

             
Gwen pulled Darrien from his knees in front of her and they embraced again. The kiss was slow but strong. He noticed that the water was starting to turn cold so he turned it off and grabbed two fluffy pristine white towels and wrapped Gwen in one and himself in the other. His muscles rippled and glistened in the light of the bathroom. He felt Gwen’s eyes roam over his cut; he was starting to harden again under her lustful gaze. She was like a jolt of life to his system.  He wanted to have her but they both needed a few minutes before he lured her into a sordid second round.

              When they were both dried and dressed for the rest of the day in comfortable attire. Gwen did not want to stay around her townhouse. It felt lonely the last time she had spent time within the walls of this place she had been with Torrian, she had resigned from her work at McNeil Island. Gwen and Torrian put on a movie to watch and relax, they were both worn out from the workout they had in the shower and the jet-lag from the time zone change. It was twilight when a courier knocked on the door.

             
Darrien answered the door with his gun in his hand; he had become very protective over Gwen in a short amount of time. “Yo’.”

             
“Delivery for Miss Bjorkman and Mr. Davis” The squeaky voiced male spoke, Darrien hadn’t been shy about hiding the gun; it would make any human nervous if it was in plain view.

             
“I’ll take it.” His voice was strong daring the other male to object.

             
“Sign here please.” The kid held up the sign pad, Darrien scribbled on it and took the package.

             
“Thank you.” The kid was already trying to scurry away.

             
Darrien kicked the door shut. “Looks like our mountains of paperwork have arrived. They will want to know what time you took a B-M and every damn thing, they have to determine liability and damage control.”

             
“I see.” Gwen stood and came to Darrien’s side.

             
“You are amazing baby doll. We should get this done as fast as possible.” Darrien hated the idea of being stuck behind a desk longer than absolutely necessary.

             
Gwen began to open her package and a letter fell, she picked it up to read. The director of the Seattle branch of the F.B.I. wanted her as a consultant profiler. She was shocked. “Darrien read this. Am I reading this right?”

             
“Alright babe.” He took the letter and began to read.

             
“Well?”

             
“Who-doggy looks like we are going to be working together.” Darrien looked like a kid in Disneyland doing a sweet country accent.

             
“Do you want that? I mean it might get weird.” She asked tentatively.

             
“Yeah I want that, so are you going to live here or move up to Seattle, it’s kind of a long ass drive every day.” Darrien wrapped his arms around Gwen and kissed the top of her head.

             
Gwen had a lot to think about, there was a lot on her plate now and things had changed dramatically just since the knock on her door. She didn’t want to live in the townhouse but could she handle living in her family home even though the death of her parents had been there? She was going to do her best however to be happy, and enjoy what she had left of her life.

Sneak peek of the deadliest game

Darrien watched Gwen while they both filled out paperwork; he was enthralled with every movement she made. He vowed to protect her from any evil that dared to threaten her since he failed in Louisiana. He watched her while she wrote the transgressions of her entire time, they would be here a while. He stood up and grabbed one of the remaining slices of pizza, his phone vibrated on his hip. He didn’t see a number, he figured a telemarketer was being smart and blocking their number from caller ID so he ignored it.  Thirty seconds later it buzzed again with the same lack of information, again he slid his finger over the red ignore button.

             
Gwen stretched in her chair, the shape of her bosom pressed against the white blouse she was wearing. He gazed at her. “Hungry again?”

             
“Yeah, want me to try to cook something?” Her voice was soft, she sounded exhausted.

             
“No, do they have Chinese places that deliver?”

             
“I think so, look it up on that spoon app thing.” She got up and went to the fridge.

             
“I’ll order it.” He pulled out his cell phone and swiped over his phone without looking, noise was coming from it.

             
Darrien looked confused and put it back to his ear; there was a woman’s scream. His first thought was to call the police but something kept him on the line, there were sounds of a battle, a crack of a fist hitting bone. Darrien knew the sound very well.  There was a low mumble from a man in the background; he couldn’t make out what it was.

             
“DARRIEN HELP.” The voice screamed Darrien believed it was familiar but listened further without a word.