Page 81 of All Twisted Up
We’d waited until we were assured that Carson Turley and John Sibley were the only two DEA agents responsible for making a deal with the Los Toros and Sanchez Cartels toprotect their drug pipeline. The investigation headed up by SAC Bannister of the DEA and SAC Bradley of the FBI, with the help of Raven Mathis and Judy Mendez running point in IT, had ended almost a month to the day after I’d killed Juan Rojas.
Since that terrible night, I’d spent many hours in counseling, both with Nash and alone, though, he was always with me in spirit. I still got nightmares over the horror of killing a man the way I’d done it, but Nash was always—always—there for me. With rare exception, we hadn’t slept apart for a single night, other than the last two weeks.
His team had been asked to fly to San Diego to train another Tac Team, then stayed on when they ran up against a tough case. He’d come home on weekends, but it had been rough on both of us. Our little family was still new, and we hated sleeping apart. The nightmares weren’t so bad with him snoring softly next to me.
The jangle of keys at the front door made me look up from where I was plumping couch pillows and the sound sent excitement rushing through me as I jogged to the door. Nash’s big, strong body was silhouetted through the frosted glass of our new front door, the one we’d replaced after killers had broken it, trying to get into the house that awful night.
I reached for the knob and yanked it open, smiling broadly at the beautiful man standing on the doorstep. He wore silver aviators, a bomber jacket, combat boots, and loose-fitting jeans ripped at the knees. His hair was cut short, looking as delicious as he could be. I shouted his name and ran out onto the porch, leaping into his outstretched arms, and letting him swing me around in a circle as I wrapped both legs around him.
His mouth crashed down on mine as he began a devouring kiss. I pushed my tongue against his, tasting mint as I smelledthe leather from his jacket and the underlying sandalwood soap he used. He grunted as he carried me into the house, never letting go as he supported my ass with two big hands, kissing me breathless the entire time. When he finally broke the kiss and let my legs slide to the ground, I reached for his glasses, pulling them off so I could look into his smiling hazel eyes.
“I missed you so much, Nash,” I said as he moved past me to grab the duffel he’d dropped on the porch, kicking the door closed behind him.
“Missed you too, baby.” He began shucking out of his jacket when I stopped him, grabbing his hand, to drag him toward what had long ago becomeourbedroom. He laughed. “Wait…where’re we going? Where are the kids?”
“Barbie and Twilla took them to get ice cream and then to the mall,” I threw over my shoulder, talking rapidly “We have three hours, so I need you naked right now.”
He chuckled again as we walked into the bedroom, shutting, and locking the door. Marvin looked up from where he lay in the middle of our bed and meowed loudly, greeting the new arrival. “Hey, buddy. How are you?” He swooped down to pick up Marvin, scratching under his chin, until Marvin squirmed and jumped down, stomping over to the door.
I laughed as Nash let him out.
“He’s fine. Come here,” I said quickly, stepping up to him and grabbing both sides of his jacket and yanking it down his arms, letting it drop to the floor as I reached for the hem of his muscle tee. In seconds the shirt was over his head and flying through the air to landwherethefuckever,to be claimed at a later date. I immediately began working on his jeans as he continued to laugh.
“Someone really missed me,” he said, pushing me back toward the bed and gesturing at me. “I can take off my own jeans, Joshua, but if you’re not naked and on that bed in a minute, I’m going to start tearing off your clothes.”
I loved how playful he was when he got like this. Just like the first time we’d been together, and he’d started a pillow fight with me out of the blue, we always had fun in bed. Right now, though, I was much more interested in burning up the sheets with him. I yanked at the jeans I wore, cursing the fact that I’d put on button-up 501s, making the task more arduous than necessary. I watched him squat to remove his boots and then finally his jeans before I was even naked.
Once I was, I crab walked back onto the bed to get into the center where Marvin had been sleeping. I reached under my pillow and pulled out the lube we both liked, thankful that we’d ditched the condoms months ago after showing each other our tests. I held up the bottle and waggled it, grinning at him as he laughed.
“I do love a Boy Scout,” he said.
“Always prepared,” I singsonged, tossing it onto the covers beside me as he climbed onto the bed and crawled between my legs. Coming together with Nash was always wonderful, whether it was slow and easy after a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, or hot and hard, like it was promising to be at the moment. Any way we did this was amazing. He was my guy, and I was his. We’d practically clicked from the moment we’d met.
His mouth came down on mine as he stretched out over me, and I lifted my pelvis, grinding up against him, so turned on, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. At twenty-seven, I had staying power. But not the kind necessary when I hadn’t seen him since the weekend before when he’d driven back from San Diego for aone-night visit before having to return to his team to finish out their assignment.
We kissed for a minute or so, just long enough for the frotting to become less than satisfying before he pulled his mouth away and rolled me, taking hold of my hips and guiding me into a straddle.
“Come on. Fuck yourself on me, baby.”
I nodded, immediately reaching for his nipples, tweaking them until he was gasping. I leaned down and sucked one of them, looking up at him. Lust burned in his gaze. Nash loved it when I sucked his nipples.
I liked sucking other things too. Giving him head and getting it in return when we had the time for foreplay, was always satisfying but this afternoon, I just wanted to feel him moving inside me. I needed to know he was home to stay and this was the best way I could think of. There’d be plenty of time for slow lovemaking later tonight when I could spend all night taking him apart.
“Oh, God, I love that,” he said, moaning as I sucked on the second nipple.
I pulled my mouth away and sat up, looking down at him and admiring lips swollen from our kisses. “I need you to fill me up, Nash.” I leaned over and snatched up the lube, then sat back in a straddle.
I squeezed a healthy dollop into the palm of my hand and reached for his long, thick cock, coating it well before positioning myself over him, not taking the time to open myself up. With rare exceptions, we fucked every night and even though Nash was a big man, I was used to him at this stage. It had taken a while, but these days, I could take him with ease once we got past the initial burn and stretch on entry. He was a patient lover,waiting for me to become accustomed to him and move at my own pace.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me over him as his cock notched against my hole. I blew out a long breath and bore down, letting his cock do the work of opening me. I focused on his eyes, staring into the startling hazel color and the gold flecks in them as he gazed up at me.
“That’s it, baby…Jesus, you’re so fucking tight…so hot around my cock.”
I gasped as he slowly drove up into me, using the grip on my hips to rock in and out slowly until he was fully buried inside me. I hung my head, breathing slowly through it, feeling sweat breaking out on my forehead as he began to move inside me, searching for just the right angle to brush over my prostate. Electricity zinged through my body as the head of his cock found it, startling a gasp out of me.
He grinned. “There it is.”
“Yesss,” I hissed, planting both hands on his pecs and pushing myself up and nearly off him before coming back down where he managed to hit it again. “Oh, God!”
