Javier (Alpha Heroes #12)

Chapter Twenty-three

Javier

As we climbed the hill, I was aware of Missy’s assigned security guards trailing us from afar. Good. I didn’t plan on letting my guard down even though I was going to be busy. I offered Missy my arm, and she took it, looping her hand around my elbow and settling it on my forearm. Her pale and delicate fingers contrasted with my tanned, burly arm.

I stole a glance at her. A few, long strands had escaped her bun, but she looked calm and composed. When she caught me looking, she flashed me a small smile that made me vibrate at a higher frequency.

I’d been following King’s advice about identifying my emotions before opening my big mouth ever since I talked to him earlier. The mental exercise had helped me to control my hothead and navigate through some treacherous waters tonight. Now I made a concerted effort to name the emotion that tightened my guts and tensed my shoulders.

I was nervous.

Me. Nervous .

Why the hell was I nervous?

Walking up to a hotel room with a beautiful woman by my side was a regular occurrence for me. I’d done this countless times. Why was it so different now?

Missy . She wasn’t just any woman. She was Angel, my Angel, and I wasn’t good enough, would never be good enough, to be the man she deserved.

You’re a fucked-up SOB, but if you’re lucky, you can join in her adventure and be the one to teach her pleasure .

The blood swished in my ears when I thought about what she wanted. Explore, experiment, learn. I couldn’t think straight. My dick drained all the blood from my brain. My brand of cocky confidence felt shaky. It was as if it didn’t belong in a bed that held Missy.

“It’s such a lovely evening.” Missy took a deep breath. “Do you smell that?”

The perfumes of the tropical night invaded my nostrils—plumeria and jasmine, thyme and ozone wafting all around me—and yet it was Missy’s natural scent that made me dizzy with want, her heady fragrance punctuated by notes of citrus.

“Look at the moon,” she said. “It’s so full and bright. It’s beautiful.”

I didn’t need to waste my time looking at the moon to recognize beauty. She walked right next to me. I kept my gaze on Missy instead. How could her simple words feel like the sweetest, most devastating type of seduction?

“Javi,” she breathed, patting my wrist softly. “I know that you don’t want or need a relationship. No worries, expectations, or obligations. It’s only us tonight. Okay?”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

I should be the one reassuring and comforting her, not the other way around. In this moment, I didn’t give a rat’s ass about my career, who knew and who didn’t. My mind and heart were open to being with her in whatever way she wanted me. She was right. It was just us. I intended to make this night count.

“Let me ask you this,” I said. “Are you afraid that I could have another nightmare and get violent like the last time?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You didn’t hurt me then, and I don’t plan on us sleeping much tonight.”

I barked a laugh. What a woman. I liked her plan.

It struck me that I couldn’t just go for my usual fast and furious fucks. I had to find ways to make this great for her from beginning to end. We greeted Pedro, who was stationed at our gate, and arms still entwined, climbed the steps to the door. I let go of her, unlocked the door, and slid the keycard in my pocket.

“Wait.” I swept her off her feet, and bracing her against my chest, carried her over the threshold and kicked the door shut behind us.

She put her hand over her mouth and let out a giggle.

“Too much, right?” I stopped inside the foyer. “Ridiculous?”

“No, not ridiculous.” She caressed me with her gaze. “Romantic.”

Romantic ?

I wavered. Nobody had ever accused me of being romantic before.

“I like it, silly.” She reached up and cupped my chin, brushing her fingers over my shaven jaw, a caress so tender that it weakened my knees. “Don’t be afraid to be yourself. That’s all I ask of you.”

In all my years on this earth, no one had ever said something like that to me. Do this. Be that. Don’t do that. Change this. Be a man. Don’t cry. Be strong. Those were the kind of things I’d heard most of my life. And right now, for reasons I couldn’t even begin to decode, her request had me blinking a liquid curtain from my eyes.

I strolled across the room and set her down at the foot of the bed. Dwarfed by the tall headboard, she looked small and fragile sitting on the big mattress, and yet, when I met her stare, strength and determination gleamed in her eyes, the signs of a woman who knew her own mind.

She patted the spot next to her on the bed. I eased down. She took my hand and traced the lines on my callous palm before she followed the outline of my fingers, gliding from one to the next, a soft touch that teased my dick until a tent rose on my lap. She saw this.

I shrugged. “Sorry about that.”

“Are you serious?” She drew back.

I considered her closely. “What’s the right answer?”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything tonight.” She unclipped one of her hoop earrings, then the other. “You taught me that lesson earlier. Remember? This is my idea. You’re being very kind going along with my wishes.”

This was my idea, too, my obsession since I’d met her. It had been me who’d dissuaded her from her course of action and asked her to choose me. I’d taken my gamble and thrown my dice, and somehow, this ended up going my way. What Missy didn’t know was that, once I was in the game, I was in it to win it.

I’d have to find a way to tell her later.

As to me being kind, bullshit. I wasn’t being kind to her. I was being selfish because I needed her more than I needed my next breath.

“Have you done this before?” I asked.

“I think so.” She stared at the golden hoops in her hand, avoiding my eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“When I was in boarding school, they organized a dance once a year.” Stepping on the back of her sandals, she kicked them off. “The students from the boys’ boarding school came over. We were a girls’ only school, so it was a big deal. Once, a boy asked me if I wanted to make out. I thought I should try it. We ended up in a utility closet. It was fast, but he came.”

“What about you?”

She gave me the strangest glance. “What about me?”

“Did you come?”

“Not the way you made me come when you did that thing you do with your mouth.” Cheeks flushed, she got up from the bed and dropped her earrings on the parsons table. “Affie says that when it comes to pleasure, a good vibrator always beats…” She lowered her eyes to my groin. “You know.”

“Affie says that a good vibrator beats what?” I asked. “A dick? Fucking?”

She nodded and shrugged at the same time.

“We’ll see about that.”

My huntress had never been properly fucked before. It was up to me to teach her the true meaning of pleasure. When I next looked up, she was sliding her panties down her legs.

My blood rushed straight to my dick. “What are you doing?”

“I thought maybe we should be naked.” She stared at the panties in her hand, then at me. “Am I wrong?”

I gulped dryly. “No, you aren’t wrong.”

“Okay, then.” She folded her panties and set them on the coffee table. Without blinking, she pulled the tie at the back of her neck. The dress melted off her body like butter on a grill.

At once, all my fantasies came true.

Dear gods, don’t take me now .

My heart pounded like a beast against my ribs. Missy stood naked before me. The suite’s dimmed lamps shimmered over her gorgeous body, highlighting her skin’s rose tones, infusing her smooth curves and long limbs with a soft nimbus, revealing the small, rectangular patch of red hair that crowned her pubis, as perfectly groomed as the rest of her.

She took out the pins holding her bun and shook out her shockingly red mane until it spilled over her shoulders and half way down her back. It framed her body and caressed her skin in a way that made me desperate to run my fingers through her thick, lustrous hair. The moon sent a beam of light to kiss her, alighting the fire in her mane. She looked like a living, breathing goddess. Or an angel.

I forced myself to close my mouth. The gods must not hate me that much. After all the things I’d done wrong in my life, I must’ve done something right to be here, now, enjoying the sight of the only woman in the world who made my heart sing.

She looked down on herself. “Will this do?”

“Oh, yeah.” I couldn’t believe I had to tell her this. “You’re beautiful, Angel. Stunning. Gorgeous. Never forget that.”

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at me.

“You think I’m lying?” I stood up, unclipped my concealed holster from the back of my pants, and set it, along with my cell, on the night table. “Some things can’t be faked. Allow me to present you with hard evidence.”

I parked before her, took off my T-shirt and unzipped my pants. I pulled down my jeans in one swoop, then stepped out of them and stood before her, naked as I’d been born. For a moment, she just stared. Her cheeks flushed, her skin rippled with goosebumps, and her nipples stood as taut as rose quartz pebbles.

“Oh. My. Lord.” She dragged her gaze between my junk and my face. “I’m a nurse. I’ve seen stuff before, but… um… you’re… impressive.”

“Thanks, I think, but the point I wanna make was that you are responsible for this .” I looked down at my enthusiastic dick, then back at her. “Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt, you’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever met. If you’re the huntress, then I want to be your prey.”

***

Missy

His words made my heart flutter. A rabble of butterflies took off in my stomach and somehow my soul followed, taking flight. With one sentence, he set my world on fire. My skin prickled at the sight of him. So big. So strong. All mine for tonight.

I’m not scared, I’m not scared, I’m not a scaredy cat, I recited in my head. The sight of him was magnificent and terrifying at the same time. My courage ebbed.

This is on and you’re doing it , I reminded myself.

Enough with the ignorance. To hell with dreams and fantasies. Mousy Missy was already in my rearview mirror. Prissy Missy was going to die tonight. I glanced at Javier’s robust package. I just hoped it wasn’t going to hurt like hell.

“Angel, look at me.”

I met his sparkling gaze.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised, settling his right hand over his heart. “I’d rather die. All I want to do is give you pleasure. I understand if you change your mind. We can move forward or not, but you have nothing to fear from me.”

No pressure. No demands. No pushing.

I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and slid my eyes down his body, taking in the solid column of his neck, the expansive width of his shoulders, the grid of his stomach, and the way his chiseled torso narrowed at the waist. I swept my gaze down his muscled legs and his planted feet, noting every nick, every scar, and of course, the sheer perfection of his well-formed toes.

I forced myself to look at his man bits. Big everything, but then again, consistent with his proportions. No hair around his penis. I’d heard operators did this to keep clean on the field. He was a beautiful man, more so now that he was completely naked.

He looked powerful, sculpted, ripped, and oversized everywhere. Need emanated from him, but he stood there patiently, his erection never wavering, waiting to take his cues from me.

“I want you.” I took a step toward him and then another. “I want this.”

He opened his arms. I stepped into his space and he embraced me, a warm and welcoming hug, strong but also tender. Our skin met, a full body kiss. I laid my head on his shoulder, surprised by the comfort I found there, relieved because I wasn’t standing naked and alone anymore.

The drum of his heart soothed me. It was loud, perhaps even as boisterous as mine. Trapped between our bodies, his sex was hard and hot against my belly. I forced myself to breathe, just breathe. His hands caressed my back in slow, gentle circles.

My fingers tripped over several scars on his back, big ones that matched the wounds I suspected he hid inside. I coiled my arms around his waist and embraced him and all his scars. I felt him react against my lower belly. Lifting my gaze, I found him waiting for me.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, his voice husky.

I moistened my lips.

His mouth descended on mine gently, carefully. His lips worked until I parted mine. The feel of his tongue entering my mouth stoked my simmering desire. We communed in the long, delicious kiss while my nerve endings sparked like firecrackers all over my body. I had to press my thighs together to stem the ache growing between my legs. When at last the kiss ended, our gazes met again. The courage that had carried me this far faltered.

“I…um.” I swallowed with a gulp.

“Second thoughts?” he asked.

“No second thoughts.” I hesitated then said. “It’s just that I’m not very brave.”

“Missy Astor, you are the bravest woman I know.”

His certainty strengthened my knees. “I don’t know what to do next.”

“It’s okay, Angel.” He brushed his lips over my mouth. “I’m here, and I’ll teach you absolutely anything and everything you want to know.”

***

Javier

Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat. She was so beautiful standing naked against me, so soft and downy to my thick, weathered skin. I took Missy’s hand and guided her to the bed. Her fingers were cold between mine and she gnawed on her lips, a tell she was a little nervous. Or a lot, if the tension that tightened her shoulders was also an indication of nerves.

I’d felt like that moments ago, but now I had clarity of purpose and a new mission. I was focused, calm and collected, even though I was burning for her like a five-alarm fire.

“Will you lie down for me?” I squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

She did what I asked, settling her hands by her sides and placing her head on the pillow. Her lustrous hair spilled over it like a red sea. Her porcelain skin put the bedding’s sateen to shame. She was a vision against the sheet’s white background, my angel floating on her cloud. As her eyes perused my face, she held herself stiffly. I filled my lungs with new breath. I was determined to be the best teacher and coach ever, and an explorer in my own right.

“Lesson number one.” I came around the bed. “Sex is supposed to be fun and good, a great way to blow off steam.” The mattress bent under my weight as I reclined on my side next to her and scooted closer. Settling her against me, I cupped her cheek and turned her face to me. “You look tense. It doesn’t work as well when one’s so tense.”

“You’re right.” She shut her eyes, fisted her hands, and took several deep breaths that had her small breasts rising and lowering. Her nipples were moving targets, tempting me in the worst way. A flash of heat went straight to my dick, but I kept a tight leash on my control.

“What are you doing?” I asked, curious.

She opened one eye. “Working out the tension?”

“How about this?” I lowered my face and slowly brushed my lips over hers. When her mouth parted, I dipped my tongue, light, playful strokes that mimicked the gentle path of my fingers on the side of her face. Her shoulders relaxed somewhat beneath my palm. “Better?”

“Better.” She gifted me with a small smile. “You should do that again.”

My heart gave an extra kick. “With pleasure.”

The next kiss turned into many more. Our mouths melded together. Our tongues launched into a mutual exploration, rolling, diving, and retreating in a dance that had my dick throbbing and the rest of me struggling for control. How the hell was I gonna be a good sex coach unless I could keep myself in check?

“Mmm,” she breathed. “You’re such a good kisser.”

“You’re no slouch yourself,” I murmured, because she’d stolen all of my breath. “Lesson number two. Kissing rocks. We should do as much of it as we can. Your turn. Show me what you can do.”

“In my dreams, I did this.” She planted small, tender kisses on my forehead and over my closed eyelids. Her lips feathered the contours of my face and the corners of my mouth before she angled her lips over mine and her tongue timidly peeked in.

I might’ve asked more about her dreams, but instead, I welcomed her tongue and watched the light flare around her pupils as I kissed her some more. Her hunger called on mine. It tugged on my emotions in a way I couldn’t understand. Her tongue rolled around with mine, ran along the edges of my teeth, and licked my lips. Our passion grew until she was the center of my world.

Nobody had ever kissed me like this before. Nobody had ever owned me like she did at this moment. Here I was, supposedly teaching her the art of the erotic kiss, when she was a natural at it, a woman capable of conquering a man with the brush of her mouth.

I worked my lips and hands over her, learning the lines of her naked body. At last, I had the privilege of touching the whole of her without barriers between us. I memorized her topography with my hands, discovering her secret pleasure spots.

She sighed when I ran the tip of my tongue behind her ear, hissed when I grazed my hands over her breasts, and gasped when I held her breasts and kneaded them gently. The small breaths she took as my fingers began to play with her rosy nipples drove me crazy. And the moan she let out when my mouth finally met her nipples and I licked, sucked, and pulled them between my lips?

It almost made me come on the sheets.

Patient teacher and devoted sex coach , I reminded myself. That’s your role tonight .

It was hard to keep my focus when her hands ventured over me. She seemed determined to drive me insane. Her small fingers roamed everywhere, unleashing a delicious sizzle wherever they landed.

“What are these?” she asked when her fingertips tripped over the scars on my back.

“Reminders,” I whispered, distracting her with more kisses.

She drew back, just a little, and met my eyes. “Reminders of what?”

“Of the very things I want to forget.” I lowered my mouth to her breasts and made her forget my scars with the persuasive pull of my lips, licking, nibbling, and sucking her magnificent nipples.

“Oh, Javi.” She sighed and stretched out her neck. “That feels… incredible.”

“Lesson number three.” I slid my lips over her throat while I plucked and rubbed her responsive nipples. “A good lover never, ever neglects these. They are as sensitive as other parts of you, and yours are particularly delicious to me.”

“Oh, my word,” she whispered when I lapped around her areolas and flicked my tongue against her taut tips, first one, then the other. “Oh, God.” She gasped when I sucked in one of her succulent nipples, stretched it out in my mouth, then let it pop out. “That feels…”

“Delectable?” I tossed out.

“Sinful.” She arched her back a little, lifting her breasts as if asking for more.

I lingered over her erected buds until she raked her fingertips through my hair and moaned. That sound. Fuck. It drove me wild. I indulged her and myself until her breasts gleamed and her lustrous nipples blossomed prettily into stiff stalks, pink, glossy, and flushed from my attentions. The sight made my throbbing dick keep growing as well.

While I feasted on her nipples, she discovered the pricks of mine. She gave them a tentative pinch. A jolt of pleasure had me gasping. I let go of her flesh. Her lips brushed over my nipples before she licked and sucked on them as I’d done to her. This was how my star pupil applied the lessons that came so easy to her. It was my turn to groan.

I cupped her ass and pressed her against me. Her smaller hands spread over my glutes, squeezing my flesh between her fingers. I rolled my cock over her soft belly, leaving behind a few glistening drops of pre-come, proof of my dire need.

I skimmed my mouth from the top her forehead down the bridge of her nose. I planted small feathering kisses on her mouth, on her chin, and then slid my lips down her long neck again. Gliding my mouth over the hollow of her neck, I followed the line of her sternum. Holding on to her small breasts, I slid my mouth over the planes of her stomach until the soft silk of her pubic hair tickled my chin.

I caught a whiff of heat and desire, of wet pussy and willing woman. Her scent made my mouth water. I needed to taste her, right now, to savor the flavors that had conquered my palate once before. Parting her legs, scooting further down on the bed, I sprawled belly down between her thighs, kissed her along her body’s most private seam, and looked up over the length of her torso.

“This part seems familiar.” She teased me with a smile.

“Lesson number four,” I offered, my voice gravelly. “Any woman who wants oral should have it as often as she wants it.”

I returned my mouth to the warm, wet space between her legs, inhaling her intimate scent until it was part of me. I gently parted her folds to run my index finger over her clit, using my thumbs to expose her little opening. Small. Delicate. Glossy pink and drenched with her body’s dew.

Her clit was a hard little bubble beneath my thumb. Every time I touched her, she let out an erotic hiss. Her generous moisture also told me she was ready for more. I slid my tongue along her inner surfaces, collecting her delicious juices on the tip of my tongue.

She gasped and bucked.

“Steady as she goes.” I held her in place with a hand to her hip.

I went back to the feast that awaited me. She tasted like I remembered, clean, crisp and savory. I couldn’t get enough of her. She folded her knees and planted her feet. I gorged, rolling my tongue back and forth, lingering over her clit when I went north and circling her opening with the tip of my tongue on my way south.

“Oooh,” she heaved, arching her back.

I grinned before I went down on her again, allowing myself to go deeper, lick more, suck her clit a little harder. Moistening my fingers in her juices, I applied a tad of pressure to her opening. Slowly, I sank two fingers in her entrance. A glance showed me her hands fisting around the sheets. Her body arched in anticipation. I pushed a little more, and she cried out. A little more was about all she needed.

It might be about all I could take as well. My dick had become a throbbing source of pain. Hell, even my balls ached. Rubbing against the silky sheets, my sex demanded immediate gratification. I wanted in, now.

That’s a negative, you prick. Standby.

“Javi!” She cried out, sticking her breasts up in the air.

“Lesson number five,” I mumbled between licks. “Let go.”

She cried out. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!”

Her flushed body rattled with the powerful orgasm that rippled through her. Her shaking legs pulled further apart. Her hips curved, pressing her sex against my face. As I continued to eat her succulent pussy, her shoulders sank down on the mattress and her body went into rigor.

It was a goddamn miracle that I didn’t spill my come right then and there. Instead, I waited, keeping the pressure in all the right places as her body’s tremors eased. I kissed her lovely pussy until her body relaxed and she collapsed on the bed.

I crawled from my place between her legs and gathered her on my lap. Sitting against the pillows, I held her, ignoring my monstrous erection. The last twitches of pleasure lingering in her body happened in my arms. The heaves that lifted her breasts were proof of life. Otherwise, her eyes were closed, her head lolled against my shoulder, and her limbs had gone limp.

She was so beautiful, flushed and spent, shimmering with the afterglow of her climax. I kissed her face, her nose, her mouth, murmuring soothing words I’d never said to anyone before. After a little while, she opened her eyes. The smile that curved her lips and lit up her irises dazzled me like a spectacular sunrise.

Her grin turned wicked. “You’re such a good teacher.”

“Music to my ears.” I laughed, playing down the proud jerk that wanted to take credit for her pleasure. “Would you like to know what happens next?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Good.” I winked. “Because we’re far from done.”