Weather the Storm (Security Specialists International #3) (29 page)

Monday, December 5th, 10:30 A.M. (EST), Wheeling, West Virginia

“Boss?”

Stevens stood just inside the bedroom Crocker had selected as his in the vacant house they’d broken into last night after the weather had gotten too bad to drive further.

“What is it, Bert?” He gestured at the man to enter the room.

“I know where Petriv is headed.” Stevens held up his iPad. “Chicago.”

Crocker straightened in the chair by the fire. “How in the hell did you find that out so quickly?”

Stevens smiled and came into the room further and sat in the other chair by the fireplace. “The Russkies hacker and I speak a common lingo. We divided up all commercial flights out of D.C. and all the private air fields within an hour of D.C. And we found the private plane the Chernovs took very early this morning into Midway.”

“Good work. Who do we know in Chicago?”

“No one. But the Russkies have someone. He’ll report in once he hacks into Midway’s security cams and finds out what kind of ground transpo they took and then tracks that to their final destination.” Stevens smiled. “I, however, am not trusting them. They could cut us out of the loop to save money. I have the Chernovs’ images. I can hack into the security cameras at Midway and do this myself.”

“Do it.” Crocker slapped the arm of the chair and dust flew. “Damn good work.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Stevens grinned. “More good news—I have a watch on the account the Russian’s five million deposit came from. I’m doing searches on all the transactions in and out of it to see where they lead. I’ll have their cash streams plotted out within the next day.” He stood and walked toward the door.

“Good, good. I want Demidas’s money.” Crocker turned his head, his gaze followed Stevens. “Tell Deke we’ll be leaving in an hour. Find us the most direct, non-Federal interstate route to Chicago. I want to keep us off the government’s radar as long as possible.”

Crocker was now a wanted man, and it would be a nasty game of hide-and-seek with the Feds while he pursued the Fabrizzio bitch, snagged her, and then took her to wherever Demidas wanted her.

“Will do, Sam.” Stevens closed the door after himself.

Crocker turned back and stared into the flames. Once this job was over, he’d never have to work again if he didn’t want to. It was a nice thought. To realize that dream, all he had to do was stay several steps ahead of the hunters pursuing him. Piece of cake.

Monday, December 5th, 10:30 A.M. (EST), Comfort Inn, Washington, Pennsylvania

Once again, Elana woke to the feel of Vanko’s warmth blanketing her back. His arm held her closely to his strength as he supported her body. She smiled as she snuggled into him and then gasped. His cock was hard…long…and throbbing against her ass—her naked ass.

Sometime during their nap, the T-shirt she wore had ridden up, exposing her bottom. The only thing keeping her from moving and sliding his cock between her extremely wet folds were Vanko’s thin cotton boxers.

Very softly so as not to wake him if he was still asleep, she called out, “Vanko?”

A rustling of covers and the touch of a warm finger moving her hair preceded Vanko’s kiss on the side of her neck. “What is it, Elana? Are you in pain?” He slid his hand under her shirt and stroked her upper abdomen. She quivered with the strength of her desire as his fingers brushed the hyper-sensitive lower curves of her breasts. Her nipples tightened into aching points.

His touch made her burn.

“Not the kind of pain you’re thinking.” She took his hand from under her breasts and moved it down her torso until it was over her exposed mound and then she pressed his fingers to her folds. “I ache for you. I dreamt of you. I need you to make love to me,
sladkie
.”

“Elana
moy
…” Vanko husked.

“No, I don’t care that I’m wounded.” She leaned back against his shoulder and angled her head to capture his gaze. She found smoldering heat in his eyes and expected it matched the need in hers. “You can hold me still, just like this…” she pressed his hand more firmly against her mound, “…then slide your cock over my pussy and
frottage
me. I’m so needy I’ll come right away.” She licked along his jaw line. “My wound won’t be harmed at all.”

He inhaled and muttered, “
angel moy
.” Then he leaned over to brush a kiss over her lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do,” she whispered against his mouth, halting any other protests he might offer. “Please make love to me.”

Vanko groaned and then peppered kisses over her face. “God,
dushka
. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t let me hurt you.”

“You’ll make love to me?” She caught the edge of his mouth with a nipping kiss.

“Yes,” he massaged her clit and labia with the heel of his hand, “but at the first sign of pain you stop me.”

“Vanko, love, there’s pain,” she whispered, “and then there’s pleasure-pain. I fully expect to experience the latter.” She covered his hand and pressed it harder against her sex. “Now, tell me what I need to do so you can fit between my thighs in this position.”

“You do nothing,” he growled. “Just feel. Feel me. Feel the connection between us. I’ll do all the hard work.”

Elana smiled. He’d given in to both their desires, because he trusted her to know what she needed and could bear. This augured well for their future as a couple, as partners.

Vanko lifted her right leg with care and hooked it over his arm. “Is this uncomfortable? Did it pull on your injury?”

“It’s fine. No pain.” She arched her neck and nipped his chin as he leaned over her. “Do something. I ache for you.”

“Patience,
dushka
.” As he spoke, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, then gently lowered her leg which had the effect of creating a snug passageway for his cock. “Bend your knee just enough so I can slide back and forth in the vee of your thighs.” His voice had gone low and husky with his arousal.

“Like this?” Elana slid her right foot slightly up the bed until her leg was bent, but she could still feel Vanko’s cock nestled along her sex and between her inner thighs.

“
Da
. Now, I’ll make you scream my name,” he muttered against her ear.

Vanko shifted his arm from her upper leg back to her lower abdomen. He held her immobilized as he began moving forward and back in short, smooth movements of his hips; his cock slid easily through the copious moisture weeping from her sex. The push-pull of his cock over her sensitive flesh made her tremble with increasing desire. He stroked his hand over her abdomen, just above her mound, as he nuzzled a particularly sensitive spot below her ear, and her lower body clenched in response.

The exciting sensations caused by his touches had her panting and shivering as the need to climax built. There was no pain, only pleasure. But she needed…

“More. I need more. Touch me.” She moved his hand from her stomach up and under the T-shirt and then pressed it over her right breast.

“Do you want me to be rough…” he pinched a nipple, “…or soft,
lyubimaya
?” He rubbed the pad of his thumb softly over a beaded tip.

“Rougher…please…yes, that’s it.” She uttered a sigh of pleasure as Vanko plucked at her nipple and then fondled her breast. His fingers were calloused and the friction of rough over soft heightened her level of excitement, pushing her closer to her peak. His manipulations soon synchronized with his cock’s movement between her legs. As he thrust forward across her labia and clit, he pinched her nipple; as he slid back, he massaged her entire breast.

Her breasts acted as a main line to her clit; his attentions to them had her clit swollen and throbbing within five push-pulls of his throbbing cock. Her heart rate escalated and her breaths became harsh, changing into gasps and moans.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,
lyubushka
. Tell me what you need.” His words came out as a harsh rumbling against her throat. His heated, erratic breaths wisped over the sensitive spot below her ear, adding to the plethora of exciting sensations.

“Touch…oh my God…my other breast.” She angled her head. “Kiss me…uh…” she was struck mute by the intensity of his gaze. He watched her like a hawk, studying her every move.

“Tell me.” His order was stern…commanding. A frisson of excitement shot down her body into her clit and made her moan. “Tell me now.”

“Uh…nibble my neck…b-bite my shoulder.” Her face flushed from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. The thought, the unexpected need, had come from somewhere deep within. If he had been any other man making love to her, she would have never said the words aloud. Vanko had reached something deep and primitive in her.

“God,
zaychik
.” Vanko groaned and nuzzled then nipped the spot below her ear. Her pussy clenched. “So brave. So sexy.” Then he moved his lips to where her neck joined her shoulder and kissed her with a light sucking motion before he took a gentle bite, then took another even sharper one. “Like that?”

“Yes,” she moaned, “now my nipple. Pinch it…harder.”

Vanko swore under his breath. He thrust his hips forward more forcibly than before, setting up a rhythm that was exciting and rough. He squeezed her nipple until her clit throbbed in response.

“Yes…yes…like that…more.” She attempted to move and meet his thrusts.

“Stay still,” he rasped into her ear, “I won’t let you harm yourself.”

He held her so stationary she felt bound by his strength, by his pure male dominance. He nibbled and kissed her neck and shoulder as he milked her nipples with firm pinches of his fingers and dragged his cock through her folds.

There was no pain, only an exciting pressure…no, more of a needy ache which built and built. Her breathing had turned more erratic with each thrust and withdrawal of his hard, pulsing cock. She made animalistic sounds she’d never made before—and all the while she strained for completion.

“Oh, God, please. Vanko…help…God, don’t stop.” She let her head fall back onto his supporting chest and shoulder as he moved against her from behind.

Vanko’s loving attention and care of her never faltered as he continued to increase her pleasure layer by sensual layer. But it wasn’t quite enough. Her climax hovered at the edge of her consciousness, just out of reach. Like waves, the pleasure ebbed and flowed. “Please…I need more.”

“Come for me.” Vanko stroked his hand down the midline of her abdomen and ground the heel of his hand over her clit. “Come now.”

The sound of his voice and the pressure of his hand were all she needed to fall over the edge. The waves of pleasure crashed over her and took her out of her body—away from the pain of her wound, away from the danger pursuing her—into a realm where there was only her and Vanko and their love.

During the free fall of pleasure, she moaned, swore, and invoked God’s and Vanko’s names. At one point she forgot how to breathe, and Vanko took her lips and breathed for her. And all the while she floated on a cloud of pleasure, Vanko’s cock and hand never left her as he nurtured her orgasm until she finally lay limp within his embrace.

Then he took his pleasure, and she swallowed his groans, breathed for him, as his body jerked against her. Warm jets of semen flooded her folds and her still pulsating clit. The sensation of his cum on her sensitive bud had her shivering through yet another, smaller orgasm in response.

“
Ya tebya lyublyu
.” Vanko alternated between kissing her and muttering words of love.

She sighed and luxuriated in his words and gentle, soothing touch.

“
Milaya
.” Sweet girl. He stroked her torso and hip, always careful of her wound. “
Lyubimaya
.” Beloved.

And Elana felt whole for the first time in twelve long years. “I love you too,
lyubovnik
.” Lover. He was that and much more. He was a forever kind of man, and she was blessed he was hers.

When Vanko finally pulled back, she missed the closeness, his heat, his strength. She grabbed his arm and held it under her breasts. “Don’t leave me.”

“I need to get a washcloth to clean you up.” He nuzzled and kissed the spot below her ear, giving her another mini-orgasmic spasm. “You have my seed all over your pussy and thighs.”

“I don’t care.” She hugged his arm even tighter. “Hold me. I just want to savor this moment for as long as possible.” She angled her head and found concern mixed with love in his light eyes. “I’m fine. Not hurting at all. Just loving the sensation of you, all of you, against my skin.”

“Later, tonight, we’ll definitely sleep naked.” Vanko smiled and moved closer, again surrounding her with his masculine strength. “I like waking up this way,
dushka
.”

“Me, too. Plan on making a habit of it.” She sighed and relaxed into his body.

When she trembled, he pulled up the blankets and covered her. “Warmer?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes and allowed herself to bask in his nearness. Then she recalled what she’d asked of him during their lovemaking. Uncertainty chilled her and she shivered once more.

“Elana? Do you need another blanket?”

She shook her head.

Don’t be a coward. Talk to him. Start the way you mean to continue.

She clutched the blanket in suddenly nervous fingers, took a deep breath, and blurted out, “Did it bother you that I wanted you to…uh, you know…”

“Bite?” His breath blew across her cheek. “Pinch your nipples a little rougher than normal?”

She nodded and held her breath. Would he think she was a freak? Hell, she thought she was a freak. But then how would she know what was normal or appropriate? Most of her previous sexual relations were slam, bam—theirs, not hers—and then the men were gone, never even trying to find what might thaw her frozen libido. Most of her knowledge of what men and women did in bed came from reading sexy romance novels—and a lot of what happened in the pages of a book couldn’t be what most real couples did, right?

“
Dushka moy
.” He rubbed his cheek over the side of her face. “There’s nothing wrong with asking for what you need in our bed. I like hearing your sexy voice, all breathless and husky, letting me know what makes you feel good. As for the acts, I don’t mind. In fact,” he nipped the lobe of her ear and then licked it, “I like a little rough play now and then, but I don’t need it. You must let me know if I ever cross a boundary you can’t handle. Agreed?”