Page 135 of What About Love

Chapter 31

THE WEEKEND WAS BUSYmoving her stuff into T’s house and fielding phone calls and visits from concerned friends and family. She got little unpacking done, as her suitcases looking like they’d exploded on the floor of his huge walk-in closet could attest. Another reason could be that whenever she found a minute to put things away, he hauled her back to bed.

She didn’t complain, and had to agree, his bed far exceeded hers in size and comfort. The bigger than standard king-size mattress easily accommodated both of them and their energetic use of its vast surface. Even T’s broad shoulders and his feet didn’t hang over the edge.

Reluctantly, they came back to reality Monday morning, walking into Rossi holding hands. Receiving knowing smiles and a few high fives on T’s end when they shared their big news. Cap mumbled, “It’s about damn time,” when he entered the conference room for the mission debriefing and saw them seated beside one another grinning instead of brooding in silence or at each other’s throats.

That all changed two hours later on the shooting range when he had her ready to scream.

“Concentrate.” His deep, sexy voice coming through the high-tech headgear sent chills through her, as did the hot, wet glide of his tongue as he licked between the cheeks of her ass, finding and stroking her tight rear hole.

“How am I supposed to concentrate with your tongue in my—well, you know where it is,” she snapped. “You keep putting it there.”

“Concentration is the point of this lesson, darlin’.” He rose behind her, his tongue dragging up the length of her spine, starting at her tailbone and ending below her bra strap. His fingers slid up her sides as he moved, stopping at her bunched-up T-shirt, pushing it higher until it wadded up under her armpits. His hands moved in front, long fingers easily locating her nipples that were hard enough to poke holes through the delicate lace of her bra.

“If you can shoot accurately with my tongue teasing your ass and my fingers pinching your nipples, you’ll be fine when bullets are flying over your head.” He tweaked each aching point as he spoke, his front plastered to her back. “Ready to try again?”

“Hell, no. I’m ready to come.”

Suddenly, a sharp smack landed on her behind.

“Hey! Don’t do that! I’ve got the shoot with Lexie this weekend. It won’t do to have a red ass.”

“Then think with your head, not two feet below. Besides, do you really think anyone is going to complain if your ass is pink while in rope bondage?”

“Well, no, but—”

“But nothing. Just because you’re my woman doesn’t mean I’ll let you slack on your training. Badass ex-police detective, commando-in-training, or my sub with the fullest, roundest, most beautiful tits and the prettiest hard pink nipples, notwithstanding.” He pinched and rolled the aforementioned hard nipples. “I’ll tolerate no sub-par shooting scores from my trainee.”

Twisting her head, she looked over her shoulder. “You think I’m a badass with beautiful tits? Damn, Sarge, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me on a firing range.”

“Darlin’, you’re standing nearly naked, bent over, with my hand in spanking distance of your gorgeous ass. Do you think now is the time to give me lip?”

“Actually, you’ve got me so worked up, I can think of several things I’d like to give you right now.” She would have laughed at the stunned look on his face, but he shifted behind her, his jeans rough against the lingering sting on her bottom where his swats had awakened every nerve ending in the vicinity.

Having wanted to belong to him for so long and thinking it would never come to pass, now that they were really together, she couldn’t get enough of him. He seemed not to mind his libido more than keeping pace with her own. And, at the moment, having his mouth on her, his cock plunging into her insistently while he played with her body was all she could think of.

Arching her back as she lifted her arms, intent on coiling them around his neck, she whimpered in disappointment when he grasped her wrist and stopped its ascent, but she realized he was only removing the gun she’d completely forgotten about, from her grip to set it aside.

“You’re very distracted. Good thing these aren’t live rounds.”

Another sassy quip was on the tip of her tongue but slipped away when he bent her forward over the half-wall barrier. With her shirt up and bra askew, her bare breasts hung over the other side of the ledge, dangling like ripe fruit. He slowly abraded and flicked each erect peak, pinching them firmly with his strong fingers, until she cried out.

“I think we’ll check your accuracy with my cock in your ass.”

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