Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(20)
Lynne looked down her body and watched him look at her. Even as he slid his hands over her hips and to her *, she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from him. When he spread her open, her thighs wide over his shoulders, she watched. When he lifted his head, she thought for sure he was going to take her.
“I want you to come again. Come hard for me so that I can get my fill of you.”
She nodded as her juices stained his lips.
“When you come this time, I’m going to come all over this pretty * and make you come again.”
“Yes, please. Walker, please f*ck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me. Please, I’m begging you.”
He stared at her for several seconds before he sat up again. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t resist you.” He crawled up her body slowly, nipping at her here and licking her there. Her nipples were suckled as his cock teased her entrance. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and pull him deep, but was reminded of her leg wound when she moved to do so.
Walker took her mouth as he entered her. He was filling her, fully and completely. His tongue, tasting of her, evaded her mouth as his cock did her body. In and out he stroked her until she knew that when he touched her sweet spot again she was going to come.
He tore his mouth away and commanded her to come. She was so close anyway that it was no problem for her to obey. But she when she did, it was as if she came apart for a few seconds then came back together. She grabbed for something to hold onto and felt her nails dig into his chest. Blood pebbled in the tiny cuts and she found herself wanting to taste it. Leaning up, she licked her tongue along the four tiny cuts and came again.
When Walker threw back his head and roared out, she came again, her body responding to his as if they were one. She felt his cum splash against her womb, felt his cock thicken incredibly more. She held him to her throat as he licked at her pounding pulse. And when his teeth sank deep, so deep she knew he’d drawn blood, she came again. This time, she felt her vision narrowed to a pinpoint before she blacked out.
Her very last thought was that this was going to be hard to top. Because she knew deep in the back of her mind that it would never be like this with any other man so long as she lived.
Chapter Seven
Conrad’s plane landed at midnight. He was thankful for that because the place was a dump and he didn’t want to think about what it might look like in the light of day. When Nestor finally came around the corner with his luggage he was glad that he’d told him to come along. He didn’t have time for petty stuff like standing in line for the turnstile to give him his things.
“It’s about time. What the hell were you doing, letting it go around ten times to see if anyone would steal it?”
Nestor mumbled something about his luggage being last to come off.
“I don’t suppose it occurred to you to get mine and bring it to me so that I could take a cab to the hotel instead of waiting here for you to get your things?”
Nestor wisely said nothing. Conrad wasn’t happy about being here, but more so, he was pissed that he had to come right now when there was so much he could be doing with all the equipment at his fingertips. This place probably wouldn’t have Internet, much less a good connection.
They rode in silence to the hotel. It was really nice, much better than he had expected, but he didn’t say that to Nestor as they rode up in the elevator together with the bell boy. Conrad didn’t want the aide to think he was doing a good job. It might go to his head. When the man who had brought up their things left, Conrad walked around the room speaking to Nestor to make sure he knew that he wasn’t on vacation.
“I might need you in the middle of the night and I don’t want to have to wait for hours for you to get here. Make arrangements for you to be at least within walking distance of this hotel.” He didn’t even bother unpacking his things because it wasn’t his job. “And make sure you hang my suits up now so that they aren’t wrinkled.”
He looked back when there was no answer and was surprised to see that at some point, Nestor had disappeared. He called out his name twice before he went to the phone and asked the hotel clerk to have the idiot paged. He waited for ten minutes before he was told that no one had come forward with that name.
Conrad was pissed now. He hadn’t given him permission to leave him and now he had no idea where he was staying, much less how to get in touch with him. He pulled out his cell and tried to remember if he had Nestor’s number or not. Usually, he just picked up his desk phone or shouted for him. This was insubordination as far as he was concerned.
Going to his luggage he was glad to see that his toiletries were right on top, as well as his pajamas. He knew there was a robe on the back of the bathroom door and opted for the one on the counter that was sealed in plastic. For all he knew, the cleaning lady hadn’t done her job well and hadn’t taken the dirty one out. He pulled the new one over his now naked body.
Conrad didn’t like mirrors. He’d gotten a bit chubby over the years in the Bureau and he hated that he didn’t have time for exercise any longer. Not that he’d done a whole lot before, but now there simply wasn’t any time. Of course, he could use the gym in the building, but didn’t want to deal with other people’s germs.
He ordered room service and was pleasantly surprised to see that they had a great many things to choose from on the menu this late at night. Before he ordered, of course he’d had to tell them three times who he was. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer and they finally let him order from the regular menu. Conrad told them he was the man in charge of their wellbeing, as well as the right-hand man to the vice president and that they should be proud to have an American like him in their hotel.