Radclyffe - Price of Honor

They settled into the backseat and Cam gave the driver their condo address. Blair curled against her, slid a hand inside her topcoat, and rested it on her abdomen. Cam looped an arm around Blair’s shoulders. Being close to her was the most comforting experience she’d ever known. “I love you.”

Blair stroked Cam’s middle. “I love you too. Are you all right?”

“Yes. Just…happy.”

Blair rubbed her cheek against Cam’s shoulder. “Me too.”

The cab pulled over, Cam paid the driver, and before they could step out, the SUVs moved in quickly behind them. Three agents jumped out, bracketed the two of them as they got out of the cab, and walked them toward their building. Cam nodded to the agent nearest her. “We’ll be in for the rest of the night.”

Brock nodded. He’d stand post in the lobby until the next shift arrived. The others would be with the cars until they were ready to leave for Andrews and the trip to Chicago aboard Air Force One. Until then, she and Blair would be alone.

Once inside the apartment, Cam shed her topcoat and took Blair’s. She hung them both in the closet by the door and took off her blazer. Blair kicked off her shoes and leaned against the back of the sofa that separated the kitchen-dining area from the living area. She braced her arms on either side of her hips and gave Cam an appraising look. Cam unbuckled her belt. Blair’s gaze dropped to her hips as she slid the leather slowly through the loops and draped it over the back of the sofa. Watching Blair watch her, she unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it from her pants, and left it hanging open.

“Want me to keep going?” Cam said.

“Oh yes.”

“Then you have to follow me into the bedroom.”

“At the moment, I’d follow you just about anywhere.”

Cam laughed and held out her hand. Blair took it and Cam led her down the hall to the master bedroom at the far end. She motioned for Blair to sit on the edge of the bed, and once Blair was settled, watching her again, she slowly undressed, removing each article of clothing and draping it over the clothes stand in the corner.

“Now you.” Cam pulled Blair to her feet and swept down the covers. Blair wrapped both arms around her neck, her sweater pleasantly rough against her bare nipples.

“You undress me,” Blair murmured.

Cam slid her hand under the waistband of Blair’s pants, slowly caressing the firm curve of her ass. Blair moaned softly and kissed her throat. Cam eased the cashmere up Blair’s abdomen, over her breasts, and, backing away a step, slipped the sweater over her head. She draped it at the foot of the bed and released the clasp on Blair’s bra, drawing the straps down her arms and off. She kissed Blair again, then made her way down her throat, kissing her way to the hollow between her collarbones. She cupped her breasts, massaging both nipples with her thumbs.

Blair arched her back and groaned. “God, I love your hands.”

“I love the way you feel.” Cam lifted her breasts and kissed each one before kneeling and pressing her face to Blair’s abdomen. She wrapped her arms around Blair’s hips and tugged her close, kissing the curve of her abdomen and the tight line of her hipbone where it disappeared beneath her pants. She kept kissing her as she worked the zipper down and, with her thumbs hooked over the waistband, pulled her pants and underwear down her thighs.

Blair stepped free, kicking the clothes away and parting her thighs. Cam murmured her approval and stroked the valley at the junction of her abdomen and inner thigh. Blair gasped and her hips tightened. Cam held her steady with both hands on her ass, guiding her closer to her mouth each time she kissed her. When she stroked along her cleft, Blair gasped again.

“I won’t last,” Blair warned.

“I don’t want you to.”

Cam teased her, feeling the tension build in her tight thighs, speeding up as the muscles beneath her hands clenched and released, clenched and released.

“I’m almost there.”

Cam tugged her in and Blair came hard in her mouth, gripping her head, fingers buried in her hair, rocking and shouting. Cam closed her eyes and pressed her cheek to Blair’s lower belly as Blair quivered. Her heart pounded as if she’d just run a hard mile.

“Bed,” Blair gasped, light-headed and weak-kneed. And hungry, so, so hungry.

Cam stood and guided her down, climbed in after her, and yanked the sheets up with one hand as she stretched out above her. “More?”

“In a minute.” Blair sighed, stroked Cam’s back, and ran her fingers along the divide between the tight muscles of her ass. She pushed her thigh between Cam’s, felt the wet, and the heat. “I love how hot you get when you make me come.”

“Every time.” Cam buried her face in Blair’s neck and thrust against her thigh. “I love making you come.”

“You can get as close you want,” Blair whispered in Cam’s ear, “but I want to fuck you when you’re ready to come.”

Cam groaned. “Anytime. Now is good.”

Laughing, Blair pushed until Cam rolled onto her back. She followed her over and cupped between her thighs. Cam pushed into her palm and she filled her. Tight. Wet. Hot. Her breath stopped. Her heart stuttered. So beautiful. Slowly she stroked.

“Fuck,” Cam gasped.

Blair laughed and pushed deeper. Cam tightened around her, her belly went hard, and her back arched. Keeping steady, Blair stroked her through the orgasm and kept stroking her until she came again.

“Done.” Cam groaned again.

Blair curled up beside her, hand still between her thighs, cupping her as she settled. “I think you’ve got me going again.”

“Handy,” Cam murmured, turning on her side and drawing Blair’s leg over her hip. Blair pressed against her thigh and moaned. Cam cupped her from behind and stroked the undersurface of her clit. The want returned full force, energizing her. Blair was hers and she could never get enough.

“God,” Blair gasped, sliding up and down, “I’m going to come again.”

“Yes,” Cam whispered close to her ear as Blair shook in her arms.

Cam held her close as she drifted toward sleep. Tomorrow she would have to share her. Tomorrow and the days that followed, she’d have to depend on others to protect her, but for tonight, nothing and no one could touch her.

*

Hooker answered on the first ring. “Yeah?”

“I’ll be at Danny’s Diner outside Emmett for the next hour. I’ve got fifty thousand dollars with me.”

“What about the rest of it?”

Jane laughed. “I’m not walking around with it.”

“Is it safe?”

“Yes, and there’s nothing you could do to me to make me tell you where it is.”

“Whoa. Whoa. No need to go there.”

“Let’s not pretend we both don’t know who we’re dealing with.” The minute hand on the chrome clock behind the counter, its face dimmed with years of grease, jumped forward another notch. “Fifty-eight minutes now.”

“How do I know you’re not a cop?”

“You’ll recognize me, if you look carefully.”

“What?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“You know,” Jane said, sipping the surprisingly good black coffee, “I thought your voice sounded familiar. Now it all makes sense, why my…Graves dealt with you. You’ve got an important boss.”

She was guessing, but she knew in her heart she was right. The kind of men her father had been forced to associate with for the sake of the mission never did their own dirty work. They used men like the one she was talking to—cowards and traitors at the core.

“I don’t know—”

“I guess it’s a little too cold for ice cream this time around. You can buy me a burger instead.”

The line was silent for twenty seconds. “You’re a long way from home. Angela, isn’t it?”