To Russia With Love (Countermeasure Series) (16 page)

Her lips parted and her head leaned back. “Ah…”

Her taste rolled over his tongue and his cock surged. “Heavenly,” he whispered, leaning down to take her with his mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth again. Do it for me,” he urged, penetrating her with his tongue again. Her muscles quaked, her hips rolled into him, her heels dug into his back, pulling him tighter against her.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, taking hold as she rode his mouth. “Oh…oh!” she moaned. “I’m coming!” she cried out as her knees clamped against the sides of his head.

He dragged his tongue over her clit in a long lap and flicked it, forcing her back to arch and her head to press back against the bed. A quick nip at her clit tossed her over the edge.

“Trevor! Yesss!” she screamed, tensing, tumbling over into a second release. Chest heaving, she fell boneless to the bed.

Trailing kisses up her thigh to the soft skin of her abdomen, Trevor commented in a rough voice, “I think we can proceed now.”

Flushed and trembling, Cassandra lifted her head and looked down at Trevor, who had a wicked smile on his face. Her wide eyes collided with the devious glint in his, making her mouth go dry. She rose to her elbows and stammered, “You think we can proceed now? What the hell does that mean?”

Trevor crawled onto the bed over her, forcing her to fall back on it. He took his time tasting the rest of her—licking along her stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue in her navel, and trailing it along her ribs to the tender underside of her breast. A hiss escaped in a soft whisper and her mind went blank as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, stretching and sucking it hard. Reaching between their bodies, she circled his shaft with her fingers, moving them up and down his length before twisting slightly while rubbing her thumb across its crown. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her—her heart demanded it.

“No, Cassie. Not this time. This time I want inside.” He shifted his hips, pressing his rock hard erection tight against her.

“You mean like this?” Her breath was moist against his lips as she rubbed the head of his shaft against her wet entrance.

“God! Yes! Like that,” he groaned.

Encouraged, she guided him closer until his crown slipped just inside, and then she tightened her muscles around him. “Cassandra!” he cried hoarsely, forcing her knees to her chest and driving his shaft hard and deep inside her heat in a fluid thrust.

Trevor’s breath came in harsh gasps as he buried his cock to the hilt, her clenched muscles a fist around him. His mind swirled with the pleasure of being surrounded by her and, after so much constraint, he felt ready to burst. He started the cadence, thrusting and withdrawing from her in a fast beat. Her mewls and groans pushing him to the brink, the force of his thrusts slapping his balls against her ass cheeks.

Her legs shifted to cradle his body against hers and lifted to meet each thrust. He grasped her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it. Her moan flowed into his mouth as he covered hers in a deep kiss. He pumped deeply, grinding against her nub, and a fire kindled in his chest and spread through him, burning him from the inside out. Her taste still filled his senses with delight, reminding him of how beautiful she had looked as she had screamed his name in ecstasy.

“Fuck! You feel so good, babe!” Her inner muscles quaked around his shaft, warning of a new release rushing toward her.

“Trevor—you’re killing me!” she screamed, arching her body into his, hands bunching the covers as she careened toward her climax.

Her inner walls rippled around his shaft, surging him toward his own release. He gathered her in his arms as his balls tightened and a twinge shot through the base of his spine, sending him headlong into a mind-blowing eruption. His hips thrust out of control as he spilled deep inside, her muscles flexing around him, milking him dry.

Cassandra wrapped her arms around Trevor and held tight as they rode it out. Her muscles continued to spasm, wringing another surge from his cock. Lifeless, they collapsed and held each other as their bodies began to cool and their breath returned to normal.

She tucked her face against his neck and breathed him in, whispering, “I love you.” Humorously, she added, “At least we made it to the bed this time. I think it was beginning to get a complex!”

“I love you, Cassie,” he chuckled, smiling at her jest. “I don’t think any room in this house can complain about being ignored,
a ghrá
.”

“Well the good thing is, Jessica’s eyes have been saved. I’m not sure what she would have said if she had stumbled on your white Irish ass sticking up in the air!” Cassandra snorted. “Oh, hell. I do know! She would’ve snapped a picture and posted it on the internet under the caption, Irish Butt Dance.”

He burst out laughing and, with a groan, pulled out of her. They scrambled under the covers and he gathered her back into his arms, slipping a knee between her legs.

A knock on the door startled them both just as they were settling for the night. “Hey you two! Not to be blunt, but your house was not made with visitors in mind!”

Cassandra stifled a giggle against Trevor’s chest, whispering, “Oh my god. See? We did almost blind her!”

“Shush!” Trevor chuckled before swallowing his laughter and clearing his throat. “Go away, Jessie!”

“I can’t even tell you to get a room! You are already there.”

They both listened closely as she walked away and burst out laughing again before falling into a sated silence.

A Rock and a Hard Place

C
ASSANDRA WOKE TO A DARK room and Trevor’s warm body wrapped around hers. It was a position that she never got tired of and never would. She snuggled closer and tried to fall back to sleep, but the earlier conversation with Jessica kept playing over in her head. A creak sounded above them and Cassandra heard the soft pad of Jessica’s feet on the stairs and past their closed door. She checked the time. Two in the morning.

She gently slipped out of Trevor’s arms and from the bed. Pulling on her robe, she left their room, closing the door gently behind her, and headed downstairs in search of Jessica. She found her friend sitting in the living room staring off into nothingness.

“Hey, Jess. Couldn’t sleep?” Cassandra plopped herself next to Jessica and rubbed her leg soothingly.

“No. Just too much going on in my head, I guess.”

Cassandra tucked her legs under her and turned to face her friend. “Does it have anything to do with Stephan? We never really did finish our talk.”

Jessica shook her head but didn’t elaborate.

“Come on, Jessie. What the hell is going on? I’m your best friend, for chrissake. Never once, in all these months, have you mentioned that Stephan had been to your house. What the hell is going on between you two?”

Jessica rested her head back against the couch and exhaled sharply. “Hell, Cassie. I have no idea.”

“Why don’t you start with the wedding? The last I remember, Bob had offered you a ride home.”

Jessica rolled her head to the side and glanced at Cassandra. “With all the goodbyes and well wishes you must have missed Stephan offering to take me instead. I said yes.”

Cassandra pondered a moment and a wide grin spread over her face. “Shut up. I’m remembering now. After the vows, I caught you watching Stephan. I almost said something to you. Damn. I also remember seeing a shit-eating grin on your face when I looked out the rear window as we drove away.”

Jessica shook her head. “Jeez, Cassie. Don’t have a coronary. Trevor would have my ass on a platter.”

She burst out laughing and grabbed Jessica’s arms, giving her a little shake. “Spill! What happened, woman?!”

“Okay, okay. Damn. No dismemberments, please,” Jessica laughed, and then sobered. “Stephan drove me home. I don’t know what happened, Cassie. There’s something about him.” Jessica caught herself and scrubbed her face with her hands.

Cassandra turned fully to face her. “Well?”

“He drove me home and walked me to the door. The next thing I know I’m inviting him in for a drink. He was hesitant but said yes. Once the door closed….”

Jessica went on to retell the story. When she was finished, Cassandra couldn’t hold her astonishment. “Oh. My. God. Jessie!”

*****

It was way past midnight when he stepped into his house, straight into the soothing arms of darkness and silence, after a loud night at the Brazen Head. Stephan had avoided going home for as long as he could. He watched the whole football match between the Shamrock Rovers and Shelbourne at the busy pub. Part of him hoped Trevor, Cassandra, and their guest would show up for a pint, but they never did.

The house was kept pristine by his housekeeper, who stopped by a few times each week to make sure his clothes had been sent to the drycleaners and to leave prepared meals in the fridge that could be easily heated when the mood swung him. He didn’t need much. At that moment, the only thing he wanted was to drown in a bottle of whiskey.

What started as a way to get his head wrapped around Jessica and what to do about the gut-wrenching feelings he had for her turned into a bigger wreck than he had expected. He padded to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a tumbler and the 25-year-old Bushmills he’d bought as a gift for Robert James. The circumstances justified his actions.

He loosened his tie and collar, tossed his jacket onto the back of a chair and, carrying the glass and bottle, made his way to his office. He dropped in his chair and released a long deep breath. He was emotionally shattered. Stephan took the cap off the bottle and poured a generous draught in the tumbler. The plan on his return from the States to erase Jessica from his memory by going out with other women had so backfired.

For the last nineteen years, he had buried himself in an emotional hole—living only for and through work. When he took the job at Brennan Enterprises, his friendship with Conor and Maeve had grown into a camaraderie beyond the workplace and he began to live again, but still refused to dip his feet in the dating pool. He’d decided to stay away from that field and was remaining true to his resolutions. It was the only thing that had kept him sane so far and he wanted to remain so. Meeting Jessica at the rehearsal dinner had thrown his resolutions into a tailspin, and him back to his youth.

He swirled the amber liquid in the crystal glass and brooded, letting images of the day play back in his mind. The hurt in Jessica’s eyes as she left him at the restaurant haunted him. He chugged the full-bodied whiskey in a long gulp. The smooth liquid slid down his throat and burned a path of fire that bloomed into warmth in his chest. It was a good burn. He poured himself another to chase the cold and emptiness inside—a coldness that had intensified since the day he’d met Jessica. That innocent offer to drive her home had ballooned into so much more. The whole set of events careened through his mind like a runaway train. He leaned his head back on the chair and his thoughts were hurdled to California and to
that
day, just as they had done so many times since then.

When Trevor introduced her as Cassandra’s best friend and their eyes met for the first time, he was taken aback by the intensity of her gaze. It had been like standing in front of a wrecking ball and receiving the full impact of its blow.

From that moment on, he could feel her eyes lingering on him when nobody was watching. He could almost feel the caress of her gaze on his skin, stripping him from any preconceptions of how a young woman should behave. The truth of the matter was that she aroused him to no end. But it was a road he couldn’t allow himself to travel. So, pushing the pro arguments to the farthest corner of his mind, he excused himself and left at the first opportunity.

He felt the burn of her fixed stare on his back and a string of disappointment wrapped around his heart. He couldn’t ignore that she had touched him in a way nobody had touched him before. That was all the more reason for him to keep his distance. He had had his share of heartache in the past. He could definitely do without a repeat.

That night, he tossed and turned. His deprived mind swirled with thoughts of her. He pictured what it would be like to be with her, to have her heat surrounding him, tightening around him as she screamed his name in release. He couldn’t contain himself, and hers was the name that escaped his lips as he stroked himself toward his own release that night.

The next morning, on the day of the wedding, a duality of feelings swam under his composed surface. Half of him was ashamed for having such thoughts about a woman young enough to be his daughter, reinforcing the fortress around his heart and steeling him against the hammering of her influence during the day. But the other half, the treacherous half, craved, wished, and wanted everything that was Jessica.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Aside from the more covert looks she gave him through the day, his focus was on Trevor and Cassandra, as it should be. It was only after the wedding, when they all stood around saying their goodbyes, that on impulse he offered to drive Jessica home.