The Marine (Black Hawke Security #3)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

AIDAN

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M y phone rings and I stare at it.

She’s married .

Josh’s comments ring inside my head and I know I shouldn’t answer.

Fuck that. This is Briar. My Briar.

I swipe the screen and put the call on speaker. “Hello gorgeous, have you realized I’m your long-lost love yet?”

There's a moment silence before she replies. “What if I have?”

I sit up straight on the sofa.

“Don’t mess with me.” Then I hear the little hitch. Fuck, she’s crying. “Where are you?”

“Driving around trying to find out where you live?”

I can hear the emotion in her voice. Something’s happened. Still, I can’t help the small smile that hits my lips.

“Los Angeles is a big place, sweetheart.”

“I know. So can you just tell me?” Sniff.

Turns out she was just ten minutes away, but those ten minutes are fucking long as I stand out in my driveway, after opening the gates, and wait.

When Briar parks her car, I yank open the driver’s door and pull her into my arms.

Mine.

We stand there for a long time as she sobs into my T-shirt. Then I lead her inside and close the door.

Her face lifts and I know the right thing to do here is ask her what’s wrong and talk it out, but our mouths smash together and I feel her tears on my cheek.

I snake my fingers through her hair as I moan and enjoy the hint of apple and spice I taste on her lips.

“I need you,” she groans.

“Tell me what you want.” I rasp back.

“To forget. All of it. Just me and you.” Briar wipes her eyes. “To be back to what it was before everything.”

Fuck.

I should say no, but I want this as much as she does. I probably need it as much as she does.

“Okay.” I lift her into my arms and walk in the house. When I kick open my bedroom door and quickly pray I made my bed—I did, thank god—I walk through to the ensuite bathroom and drag her top over her head.

“You gotta give me all of you.” I run my eyes over her white lacy bra. “I want all of you tonight, Briar.”

She rips at my T-shirt, tugging it up, her hands eagerly running over my abs when I pull it over my head.

“Okay.” She lies.

She just wants to fuck.

I know this woman. I know every inch of her and all her tells.

But goddamn, my cock is hard and now she’s got my jeans undone and her hand is wrapping around it.

“Fuck.” I hiss as she drops to the ground. The tiles are hard under her knees, and I want to stop her.

When her mouth clamps around my head, I know it’s too late to stop any of this.

“Jesus, Briar.” I pull her hair up and grip it in my hand as she takes me all the way down her throat.

Motherfucker.

I’m going to come in about three seconds.

Like she’s working a giant popsicle, Briar bounces her head up and down, moaning and gagging like it’s a race.

“Sweetheart, fuck, slow down.”

Don’t slow down.

“Come down my throat, Aidan.” She licks and goes back to the job.

Are there four hotter words in existence for a man? No, there are not.

I palm the wall beside the shower and let out a loud and primal groan as my orgasm slams through my shaft and gushes out into her mouth. My other hand holds the back of her head, forcing her promise as big eyes lift to mine.

“Swallow.” I growl, raw need consuming me. “Swallow all of it.”

Her throat moves and I swear my orgasm has what feels like a second wind. I slide in and out of her throat until I know she needs to breathe.

Gasping, she collapses against my thick, roped thighs.

Jesus fucking hell.

If she needs to take out future frustrations on my dick like that, I’m all for it. When her heated eyes lift to mine, I know she’s not done.

Neither am I.

“Come here.” I reach for her and lead her back into the bedroom.

Fuck the shower.

We can rinse off later.

Briar glances around. “Why do you have such a fancy house?”

“I’m rich.” I reply honestly.

“Oh. Good for you.” Briar says. Her eyes return to mine.

We’re making small talk and it’s strange. Strange because we know each other and yet...don’t.

I hate it.

I hate that this is just another fuck, and she’s not opening up to me. That this could be about her husband, and she’s run to me for escape.

Not for love.

But I won’t stop. I will always give this woman what she needs. I will always take what she’s willing to give me.

Nudging her back against the bed, she plops down and then I lift her and move her farther up the bed. Then crouch and spread her open.

She’s glistening wet, swollen with need.

“This what you need?” I ask, licking down the length of her wet pussy.

God she tastes divine.

“Yes, oh god.” Her hips lift off the mattress and I hold her firmly with my hands.

“No, uh, uh, you are staying right here until I’ve finished eating this wet pussy.” I lick again, then circle her clit.

“Aidan, god.” She cries.

Sliding two fingers inside her, I watch as she cups her breasts. She was always sexual, but now she’s so much more confident.

I lick more of her and feel my cock hardening again and pressing against the side of the bed. The need to possess this woman is so all-consuming my kinks rise to the surface.

“Stay there.” I tell her and pull open a drawer beside the bed. I yank open the packaging and remove the black metal clips.

Then kneel on the bed.

“There are two options here, sweetheart. I could tie you up and play all night. You will be at my mercy. Or you can consent to letting me do what I want.” I run the nipple clip over her flesh, catching the edge of her pink areola so it’s a little painful.

A hint as to what I’m offering.

Her body lifts and shudders, her tongue swiping over her lower lip.

“What if I don’t trust you?” Briar asks.

“You trust me.”

I circle her nipple and squeeze it between my finger and the metal.

“Let me fuck you like you’ve always deserved. Let me show you who I truly am.”

Yours.

“Let me show you who you belong to.”

Me.

She swallows, her eyes full of desire and fear. It’s such a fucking turn on.

I play dirty, reaching and plunging my fat index finger inside her.

“Aidan!” She arches, and I fuck her harder.

“Say no,” I growl. “Say no and I’ll stop.”

“No,” Briar cries. “Fuck. No. Not no. No, don’t stop.”

I smirk.

Removing my finger, I lean down and suckle on her breasts, then put the black nipple clamps on.

Fuck me, she looks like a dirty whore.

My cock throbs.

“Oh Jesus,” she whimpers and squirms on the linen.

With the third clamp tucked inside my hand, I return to the space between her thighs and slide my tongue through her wet folds. Working her up and down, sucking and taking in her juices, I then suddenly add the clamp to her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she screams in pleasure.

“Good girl. Take all that pain like a good little girl.” I growl, sweeping my tongue around her soaking entrance. Plowing in two fingers of one hand, my other hand heads farther south.

I am almost certain she’s a virgin here.

I slide one finger down until I reach her ass. Briar’s body lifts off the bed like it’s on fire.

“Aidan, shit!”

I grin and move my finger away. I’ll save that for our wedding night.

Because I am marrying this woman.

And soon.

I will not let her get away again.

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I T’S AFTER MIDNIGHT and we’re standing in the shower. My cock is embedded inside Briar and she’s almost comatose from making love to me.

I pull back and then gently push in again.

“Umhmmun.” She moans as I grin, my hand palmed on the shower wall above her and my head resting on hers.

Despite my high fitness level, I’m barely standing myself.

“I could fuck you constantly for a year and never get sick of it,” I say roughly.

“Okay.”

Submissive and totally fucked Briar is my favorite Briar. Or at least one of them.

I reach and cup her still clamped breast and she groans. She’s on the edge of an orgasm and I’m making her wait. She pushes back into my cock, and I hear the little please.

“You have a naughty cunt. A very naughty, needy cunt.” I rasp into her hair as I speed up my thrusts and drop my hand down to her clit. Slapping the clamp, she cries out and her neck arches.

There it is.

She tightens her pussy around my cock and both of us climax acutely.

“Fuck,” I cry out, tapping at the clamp to make it even better for her.

“Aidan, fuck, fuck, oh god. I can’t take any more.”

Good.

And she’s never going to leave either.