J Ward - Crave

Pushing in, he watched as he made the connection, seeing her part to accommodate his girth, hearing her moan as he went deeper and staked his claim.

“Oh, f-” The gentleman in him swallowed the curse. The caveman in him had to keep talking. “Look at you… I want to leave something behind… in you.”

His eyes shot to hers as he began to move, pulling in and out, in and out… and then he went back to looking at where they were joined, the gloss on him making his balls tight. Bending down to her breasts, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and worked it with his tongue… until the rhythm below made keeping that lock on her impossible: He’d meant what he’d said about going slowly, but the good intention didn’t last. The sex had a momentum of its own, and it wasn’t long at all before the table groaned under the force of his thrusts and he had to grip her waist to hold her where he wanted her.

As she went rigid under him, Isaac came hard as well, clamping down on his molars to keep from making noise, his lids squeezing shut even though he’d wanted to watch her face as what he was doing to her took her to another release.

With his body jerking into hers and him filling her up… he was as satiated as a man in the desert who’d had a sip of water.

He wasn’t nearly finished with her. She wanted memories? Roger that.

Keeping them joined, he tugged the pants out of her mouth, scooped her up, and brought her lips to his, kissing her deeply as he easily carried her weight off the table. Positioning her against the smooth door, he gripped the back of her legs and started moving once again. With her hands tangled in his hair, and the blazing heat and urgent energy taking over again, the kiss couldn’t last-and he didn’t last much longer than the seal of their lips did. He came hard into her, collapsing against her as her own orgasm milked at him.

Recovery was a luxury he didn’t allow himself much of, because he was well aware of his weight against her and the fact that her back was pressing into something hard and also that her father was in the house and…

So many damn ands with them.

Isaac slowly eased her down until her feet were on the ground, and as he slipped out of her, he didn’t like the cold air on his cock. Her sex was much better… far, far better.

As he kissed her, the way her lips moved over his told him that in a different world, in different circumstances… this definitely would have been a beginning for them-in spite of all that should have kept them apart like family and money and education.

But that was not their reality, was it.

“Let me get you something to clean up with,” he said quietly as he tugged his pants back into place.

After he kissed her again, he ducked out the door, and as he shut her up inside, he paused and bowed his head.

He’d lied to her.

His chances were nowhere close to fifty-fifty: Matthias was absolutely, positively going to get him. The question was just how much talking he could do into the right ears before his old boss came out of the shadows and claimed him. One thing had always been true about the head of XOps: Matthias never gave up. Ever. And even if his world was crumbling around him, he would still take his vengeance. Somehow, someway.

That wasn’t going to stop Isaac from taking a shot at spilling the beans, however.

Much better to die having tried to do the right thing… and leave his woman thinking something less than bad of him.

Much better.

As the morning sun roused from its cloudy slumber and a halo of rays poured over Caldwell, New York, two young boys, ages twelve and nine, were hoofing it to school.

And neither one of them was impressed by all the “spring splendor.”

Whatever that was.

Their mom kept going on and on about spring splendor, spring splendor… bleh. What Joey Mason cared about was gym: Mondays he usually had gym, but today they were having a special assembly. So no matter how “spring splendor” it was outside, he was still on his way to a day of school with nothing to look forward to.

His little brother, Tony, on the other hand, liked assemblies more than gym, so he was psyched. But he was a geek who slept with books, so what did he know about anything.

The walk from home to school was about eight blocks long and nothing big… just down St. Francis Street by the church and some other stuff. They were supposed to stay on the right side, because there was a gas station on the left that had lots of traffic in and out of its driveway. And they were supposed to stop at every corner curb. Which Joey did-usually while grabbing Tony’s collar to keep him from walking right into a car.

Tony always walked with a book open. Just like he ate reading and went to the bathroom reading and got dressed reading.

Stupid. Just stupid, because you missed so much if you weren’t looking around.

Like this cool car they were coming up on. The windows were black and the body was black and it had a number for a license plate: 010. That was it; no letters. Joey glanced over at his little brother, and sure enough Tony hadn’t noticed.

His loss.

The thing looked like one of those police-type jobbies.

As they came up to it, he nabbed his brother’s collar and yanked him up short. Tony didn’t question the stop-just turned another page. He probably thought they were at a curb.

Joey leaned in a little and tried to see inside, all the while braced for something in a uniform to get out and yell at them for being nosy. When he saw nothing and nothing happened, he cupped his hands and put them against the cold glass-

He jumped back. “I think there’s someone in there.”

“Is not,” Tony said without lifting his head.

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is too. And how would you know?”

“Is not.”

Okay, Tony didn’t know what he was talking about and this argument could go on forever. And then he and his little brother would be late for homeroom and he’d get grounded. Again.

But…

How coooooooooool if they found a dead body-right in front of the McCready Funeral Home!

Dropping his book bag, Joey moved his brother away from the car by picking him up and relocating his feet. “This is dangerous. I don’t want you hurt.”

That finally got Tony’s eyes out of the book. “Is there really somebody inside?”

“You stay back.”

It was the kind of thing his father would have said, and Joey felt all big-man about it-especially as Tony nodded and held his book to his chest. But this was how it was supposed to be. Joey was gonna be thirteen soon, and he was in charge when there was no one else around. And sometimes even when there were other folks in sight.

Recupping his hands, he resumed his position against the glass, and retried to see past the darkened-“It’s a pirate!”

“You’re lyin’.”

“No, I’m not-”

A car slowed to a halt in front of them and a lady put down her window-it was Mrs. Alonzo from across the street. “What are you up to now, boys?”

Like all they did was get up to stuff.

Part of Joey wanted her to keep going and let him run this situation. But the other part wanted to show off. “There’s a dead guy in here.”

He felt very important as she got all white and nervy-lookin’. Man, if he’d known all this was going to happen, he would have been in more of a hurry leaving the house. This was way better than gym.

Except then Tony had to jump in. “It’s a pirate!”

Abruptly, Mrs. Alonzo didn’t look so grown-up scared. “A pirate.”

His brother was such a pain-and Joey was not about to lose his audience. Pirates were a kid thing. Dead guy in a car? That was all grown-up, and that was where he wanted to be.