A Wilde Christmas (Wilde Security Worldwide #0.5)

Chapter 7

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Davey was in a surly mood.

Rowan Bristow sensed it the moment he stepped into his apartment with his loyal dog trailing behind him.

Well, shit. This put a serious damper on her Christmas Eve plans. She didn’t want to fight with him tonight. She wanted sex. He had promised her sex.

“What?” She crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “Family time didn’t go well?”

“The tree didn’t stay up,” he muttered.

She snorted a laugh. “Is it even a Wilde family Christmas if the tree stays upright?” She could feel his simmering anger like a heat wave as he strode past her to the kitchen and poured himself a drink, the liquid sloshing against the side of the glass. “Sheesh, Wilde. What bug crawled up your ass and died?”

He downed his drink on one breath, then faced her again, a scowl marring his handsome face. His lip was swollen and split open, which somehow only added to his appeal.

“Why the fuck doesn’t your father know where you are?” he demanded.

Shock coursed through her. Of all the things she had expected him to say, that hadn’t been anywhere on the list. She quickly covered her surprise and scowled right back at him. “Because I don’t want him to know.”

“You don’t want him to know you’re here fucking me.”

“He doesn’t need to know who I’m fucking. But,” she added with a smirk, “he’d definitely kill you if he did.”

Davey growled. “Why are you hiding from him?”

“It’s none of your business, Wilde.”

“Yeah, it is. He made it my business when he hired WSW to find and protect you.”

Dammit. She should’ve known Dad would do this. She’d expected and planned for the moment he sent in his team of mercenaries after her. What she hadn’t planned for was him hiring the job out. “Well, then, tell him I’m safe and protected.”

“I’m not lying to Gabe Bristow. I respect him too much.”

“It’s not lying. He hired you to find me.” She spread her arms, knowing that his gaze would be drawn down to her nipples. She hadn’t bothered to put on a bra after he left for his family’s Christmas party, and the old T-shirt she’d found in his drawer was so thin it left little to the imagination. “And look at that, you found me. Mission accomplished.”

Davey stared at her chest for a beat too long, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Then he caught himself and tore his gaze away, crossing the living room to his bedroom door. “Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

She followed him into his bedroom, mesmerized by how he moved, the swagger in his step that spoke of confidence and power. There was something so rugged and strong about him despite the limp.

In that way, Davey reminded her of her dad. Dad had a limp, too, but his injury was from a car accident and not from his time in the SEALs. Gabe Bristow had been heading back to base after leave when a truck sideswiped him, killing his Navy career. But that had turned out to be a blessing in disguise, since a short time later, he met Audrey, Rowan’s mom, and fell in love.

God, she missed her parents. And all of her “uncles”—her father’s brothers-in-arms—who were probably worried sick about her. And even Rue, her annoying little sister.

It wasn’t fair that Davey got to spend Christmas Eve with his family while she was doing everything in her power to avoid hers.

To protect them , she reminded herself. She had to stay away for their safety.

So she’d been stuck here all day, pacing Davey’s cramped apartment, waiting for him to return so they could fuck each other boneless and she could forget all her troubles for just a little while.

She leaned against the door jamb and watched him pull off his shirt. He was all delicious hard muscle, and she wanted to take a bite out of that fine ass of his. “You don’t have to take me home tonight, do you? I thought we had Christmas plans.”

He didn’t answer. He just looked at her, his gaze dark and stormy.

Rowan uncrossed her arms and pulled off her shirt. Her nipples tightened to hard peaks at the blast of cool air. “If you wait until morning, I’ll let you do anything you want to me tonight.”

His breath hitched, and she smirked. She had him. “Anything,” she repeated and cupped her breasts, dragging her thumbs over her nipples. “I know you like it rough. You can be as rough as you need. Use me however you need.”

His nostrils flared with his exhale.

Oh, yeah. She definitely had him hooked on her line. Now, she just had to reel him in. “Look at you. Already hard.” She moved her gaze down his body like a caress, lingering on the bulge in his jeans. “You want to fuck me until we’re both sore, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Yes.” Her pussy clenched at the thought. “I want you to.”

They locked gazes for a long moment in a stubborn battle of wills before she stepped forward. She walked her fingers up his chest to his neck. His pulse thrummed under her touch as she traced his neck to his jaw. She dragged her nail over his split bottom lip, and he released a shaky exhale.

“Jesus,” he muttered, hauled her up to him, and crushed his mouth against hers. His hands dove into her hair, and he yanked her head back, exposing her throat for his kiss.

Rowan moaned at the feel of his teeth scraping her skin and his tongue lapping a hot path down to her breast. He played with her tits for a long time, teasing her nipples with his tongue and fingers, rolling and pinching each one until her legs shook.

Damn him for making her feel this good.

She hated him.

Hated being his fuck-buddy.

Hated being the dirty little secret he kept from his family.

Hated the way he made her feel.

Hated the way he made her want him.

But, God, he felt so fucking good.

Luka made a disgruntled sound from the doorway behind them and slinked back to the living room.

“Sorry, buddy. You’re not invited.” Davey shoved the door shut and dropped to his knees in front of her, dragging her leggings and panties down. He stroked his fingers between her legs. “Fucking hell, Ro. Your pussy is so wet.”

She leaned back against the door and hooked a leg over his shoulder. “Stop talking and start licking.”

“You’re such a bossy bitch.” He cupped her ass, and he yanked her to him, pressing his mouth to her sex. “But you taste so fucking good.”

She cried out when the first flick of his tongue against her clit sent arrows of pleasure throughout her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him against her, rocking her hips, riding his mouth until her head started to buzz.

“More,” she demanded, not sure what she was asking for.

More of his lips, his tongue, his fingers.

More of him.

All of him.

He growled against her clit, and the sound rumbled through her, turning her inside out. His fingers dug into her ass, holding her in place as he licked and sucked, his tongue whipping against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her orgasm built to a fevered pitch, her body tensing, her skin tingling...

But then he stopped and pulled away.

She thought she might kill him. “Wilde!”

He straightened and lifted her into his arms, carrying her the few steps to his bed and dumping her on the mattress. “If you want to come, you do it on my cock.”

“I hate you,” she muttered even as she hungrily watched him kick off his jeans, revealing his thick length. He grabbed a condom out of his nightstand and rolled it on, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Yeah, you hate me.” He climbed over her and braced his hands on either side of her head. “But you love my cock. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you always come back for more.”

“Yes,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from his piercing blue eyes. “I love your cock.”

He rubbed his tip against her clit, and her entire body clenched in anticipation. “You’re so fucking wet, dripping for me, begging for me to fuck you.”

“Yes.” She rocked against him, desperate for him to fill the empty ache inside her. “Please.”

With one powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.

A low moan escaped her lips, a desperate plea for more.

But just as quickly as he had filled her, he withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow with an almost painful emptiness. She whimpered in protest, and it pissed her off that he could make her utter such pathetic, mewling sounds. She clawed at his back, punishing him, but he relished it. He pounded into her again, his hips slapping against hers. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with his grunts and her moans.

He hooked an arm under her knee and pulled her leg up to his chest, exposing her pussy to his gaze and his cock. “Look at you taking me. Sucking me in. You want all of me, you greedy thing.”

“Yes.” She rocked her hips up to meet his every thrust, desperate for more contact. “Give me everything you got before I get bored.”

He fucked her, giving her exactly what she wanted, just as she knew he would. And, finally, she came. Hard. Screaming his name, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm. He continued pounding into her as her muscles clenched and spasmed. It went on and on until she was certain she’d pass out from the pleasure.

She didn’t pass out.

And he didn’t stop.

“You’re going to come again.” His voice was a gravelly growl. “I can feel it.”

“You wish. I’m too tired.”

He laughed at that, the bastard. “You’re not tired. Your pussy is still squeezing me like a goddamn vise. You’re going to come again.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He flipped her over, pulling her up to her hands and knees, and pushed in deep as his fingers found her clit again.

Her head fell forward as she fought against the new spark of pleasure zinging through her. “I’m not.”

“You are.” He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his mouth at her ear. He rolled her clit between his fingers, his thrusts growing more frantic with each passing moment.

She clutched the bedding, every muscle tensing as she battled against the rising orgasm. She didn’t want him to be right. “I hate you.”

His lips closed over her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. Her skin burned with the sudden onslaught of sensation, and she whimpered as her body tightened.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? You’re just waiting for my permission.”

She moaned in answer.

“Do it. Come on my cock harder than you’ve ever come before.”

“Damn you, Wilde...”

She couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. She came again, harder and longer than before, just as he predicted. She swore her soul left her body as her pussy clamped down on him. She didn’t want to let him go. She didn’t want him to pull out. She wanted to keep him inside her forever because as long as they were suspended in this moment of pleasure, she didn’t have to think about anything else.

But it couldn’t last forever, and, too soon, she floated back to herself.

After one last hard thrust, Davey groaned against her shoulder, and his cock kicked inside her as he filled the condom. He collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside. She didn’t want to like the feel of his body caging her, smothering her, possessing her.

But she did.

Dammit.

Finally, he shifted off her, and the slide of their sensitized flesh as he pulled out made them both hiss. He left the bed and ripped off the condom. He didn’t say a word as he walked to the bathroom and shut the door.

“Asshole,” she muttered and stared at the ceiling.

She was supposed to be the one in charge. She was supposed to be the one saying what they did, when they did it, and where. She was supposed to be the one who called the shots. She was supposed to be the one who had all the power here, not him.

And yet, she didn’t.

He did.

She always gave him that power, even when she didn’t mean to. She really should stop coming here. Davey Wilde was more dangerous to her than the assassin who wanted her dead.

The bathroom door opened, and Davey stood there, backlit by the light over the vanity, his golden brown hair a mess, his blue eyes snapping with temper. “You always fucking do this.”

She sat up and pulled the blanket over her breasts. “Do what?”

“Distract me with sex.”

If only she didn’t always distract herself with it, too. “Because you’re so easy, Wilde.”

That tick was back in his jaw. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

Shit, shit, shit.

She had to think fast.

She let the cover drop, settled back against the pillows, and had the great satisfaction of watching his cock lengthen again behind his towel.

“Are you sure you’re done with me? You better be sure because if you take me home, Dad will lock me in his compound, and we won’t be able to do this anymore.” She dipped her fingers between her legs. She was sore and didn’t know how she’d survive another round of mind-blowing sex, but Davey couldn’t turn her over if he were too busy fucking her. So, she had to keep him in bed. It was risky, but it was the only card she had left to play.

He all but devoured her with his eyes, and his erection stood straight out from his body as if reaching for her.

Gotcha , she thought and let out a breathy moan as her fingers brushed her oversensitive clit. It wasn’t entirely an act. She was hot and too sensitive, and dammit, she might come just from the way he watched her. She wanted him again. Badly.

“So… are you done with me, Wilde?”

He dropped the towel and stalked toward her. “No.”

His voice was gravelly as he prowled closer, his eyes darkened with need. He leaned over her, arms on either side of her head, his chest barely centimeters away from her breasts. His heated breath fanned across her face as he lowered his head to whisper near her ear.

“Not by a long shot, Bristow.” His words were a promise and a challenge, all wrapped into one.

But Rowan was ready to take him on. She raked her gaze down his body, lingering on the hard lines of his muscle, the golden hair sprinkled over his chest, and his arousal straining for her.

She smirked, spreading her legs in a silent invitation. “I didn’t think so.”