The Spy (King’s Security #3)

Chapter 15

15

FIONA

Zeke kissed me like nothing else existed. Not the stream of hot water behind us, or the discarded towel on the floor by his feet, or the specter of the stolen Monet hanging over our heads. His kiss consumed me until everything around us blurred and all I knew was the slide of his tongue against mine and the insistent throbbing between my legs that said I wanted to discover how that Prince Albert piercing felt sooner rather than later.

I felt warm water on my back and realized that he’d guided me into the shower. I tilted my head back to let the water run through my hair, and he latched onto my throat, kissing and nibbling his way from the base to my jawline. He squirted shampoo onto his palm, rubbed his hands together, and massaged it into my hair. My eyes closed and I groaned. God, that felt good. His firm fingers dug into the tense knots at the base of my skull.

“You are so good at that,” I murmured.

He rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and applied conditioner. Next, he started to wash me. My limbs turned to jelly beneath his ministrations and it was all I could do to stand there and let him soap me. Once I was clean and smelled of roses rather than the lake, I grabbed the shampoo to return the favor. I had to stretch to lather his head, but it felt lovely to run my fingers through his hair and sense the tension ease from his body. I’d had sex less intimate than the experience of washing his hair.

He put his head under the water to wash out the shampoo. When he emerged, sputtering, I gently mopped the water from his eyes and started to massage soap into his firm, inked chest. The tattoos I’d caught glimpses of were on full display now. They flowed across his chest and down his arms, and on his back, a snake coiled around a scepter. It looked so lifelike I thought it might open its eyes at any second and hiss at me.

I eyeballed his cock, which was still hard. I was tempted to get to my knees and explore the piercing with my tongue, but my legs were shaky and I didn’t know if they’d hold me up.

“Bed?” I asked.

He flashed me a grin. “Hell, yeah.”

I turned off the shower and grabbed one of the fluffy towels hanging over the railing, handing the other to Zeke. We dried quickly—and not particularly thoroughly—and raced to the bedroom. I flopped onto one of the beds and Zeke lowered himself over me, inserting his legs between my thighs and nudging them apart. His erection pulsed over my sex and ground into me as he let me take some of his weight. I arched against him, sighing. It felt so good.

I hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, so I was coiled tight and primed to spring at the slightest touch. Zeke kissed me, his lips teasing mine while he rocked against me, fanning the flames of my desire .

“You have such a pretty pussy,” he murmured against my mouth. “Can I taste it?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I shuddered as he scooted down my body and settled his mouth over me. There was no gentle easing into it. He feasted on me like I was his favorite dessert. Throwing my head back, I cried out.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he growled. “Let me hear what I do to you.”

He tongued my clit, sucked, and used his mouth until I was writhing, my hands buried in his damp hair, pleading words spilling from my lips.

“Mm.” He raised his head and looked up at me, then licked his lips.

The heat within me coiled tighter.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered.

“You’re decadent, Fi.”

“I need you,” I whispered. I’d deny that I’d said it until my dying day, but if he didn’t fill me right then and there, I might have screamed.

His expression softened. “You have me.” He sat back on his haunches and looked around, then his face seemed to freeze. “Uh, Fi, do you have a condom?”

I felt like face-palming. “Of course. I always keep a condom on me when I strip off my clothes and jump off a yacht in the middle of the night.”

He looked at me fondly. “Maybe you should.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe.” I waved toward the nightstand. “In there?”

He checked. “No. I guess most people have other things on their mind when they’re staying here.”

He climbed over me again, his cock pressing against the juncture of my thighs, and I rocked toward him instinctively. I needed to come. It wouldn’t take much. I didn’t think I’d ever been so desperate before.

“I had a test after Bergen,” I blurted. “I’m negative. I’m on contraception, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

His eyes widened, his pupils blowing out. “Are you saying you’d let me take you bare?”

“If you’re safe too.” I bit my lip, knowing it might be a non-starter. No doubt he got far more action than me.

“I was tested last month,” he said thoughtfully. “I haven’t had sex since the test.”

“Really?”

He winked. “Rumors of my whorishness are, unfortunately, exaggerated.”

Yet another way I’d gotten him wrong. Would I never cease making mistakes when it came to Zeke Watts?

“Then fuck me,” I said. “Prove to me that not all of the rumors about you are false.”

His grin spread, and while it was as teasing as ever, honest joy shone in his eyes too. “Challenge accepted.”

He fitted himself against me and pushed in an inch at a time, waiting for me to adjust. I stiffened at first, unused to the intrusion, but then the cool metal of his piercing bumped against the inside of my channel and I gasped. Oh, that had potential. When he was seated fully inside me, he captured my mouth in a thorough kiss that left me breathless and my lips slightly swollen.

He drew back and thrust deeper. I clutched his shoulders and wrapped my calves around the backs of his thighs, urging him on. He moved faster, winding me tighter, like a thread about to snap. I heard myself murmuring nonsense words and making sounds of pleasure as he filled me again and again. It felt incredible to have him like this. His dark eyes burned as he gazed down at me, and I found myself unable to look away .

“Are you going to come for me, beautiful?” he asked, never taking his eyes off me. I could see the pleasure in his, and it thrilled me to know he felt that because of me. I’d done that to him. I was the reason this enigmatic man was coming undone.

“I’m so close,” I panted.

He kissed me again, and his pelvis ground into my clitoris. Sparks exploded behind my eyelids and I shook as I fell apart beneath him.

“That’s it,” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

His thrusts became erratic and then he stilled, pulsing inside me. Feeling him come without a condom was intense, and an aftershock rippled through me. He flopped to the side, being careful not to crush me. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to clean up, but then he pulled me into his arms and settled me against his chest.

“Stay,” he said, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Right here.”

ZEKE

There was nothing quite like waking with an armful of beautiful woman, the scent of sex still hanging in the air. I grinned, feeling lighter than I had in years, and pressed a kiss to Fiona’s forehead. She mumbled something sleepily but otherwise, didn’t stir. Carefully, and reluctantly, I untangled myself from her. I had no regrets, but I also didn’t know what this meant. I did know that Fiona wasn’t the type of woman who’d mess around with someone for the hell of it—provided, of course, that her decision-making hadn’t been blunted by adrenaline. I also knew that she’d jumped off the side of a yacht into deep, cold water purely because I’d said to.

She trusted me, and that made my heart feel two sizes too big.

Not only was my trust rarely given, but few people ever fully trusted me in return. Ronan did. I thought Kade might too, although I could never be certain with him. But Fiona’s trust was an unexpected gift, and I intended to protect it. I wouldn’t give her any reason to doubt me.

I edged from the bed and stood over her for a moment, taking in the contrast between her fiery hair and her pale skin. Even in sleep, she was vibrant. Unable to resist, I stroked the backs of my fingers across her cheek, then bent and kissed her shoulder. I pulled on a pair of track pants and a t-shirt, grabbed my phone, which Kade had given me last night before we parted ways, and left the room before she woke. I closed the door behind me.

Kade sat on the sofa, a mug of steaming yellowish liquid on the coffee table in front of him. I wasn’t surprised. I’d heard him come in earlier, but I hadn’t wanted to leave Fiona. Moments like that were meant to be cherished. He gave me a look that said he had a pretty good idea of what I’d been up to. He didn’t comment on it though. In some ways, his silence was harder to handle.

I sighed and tugged my hand through my rumpled hair. “Don’t give me that look. I have no idea what we’re doing, but I promise, I won’t hurt her.”

He nodded. “She’s been through enough.”

I went to the kitchenette and searched the cupboards. There was no good coffee, just the instant stuff. I made a cup anyway. Caffeine was definitely called for this morning.

“What’s that?” I asked, gesturing to his mug.

His face crinkled with distaste. “Some kind of herbal tea that Sage is convinced is better than coffee for waking you up.”

I sat kitty corner to him, on an armchair. “What’s the verdict?”

“It tastes fucking awful, so I suppose you could say it’s enough to shock someone awake.”

I chuckled and sipped my shitty instant coffee. Kade was so gone for his girl. He’d probably drink green smoothies for breakfast if she decided that was what he needed. It was sweet, and usually, I’d give him hell for it, but today, I wasn’t in the mood to rile him up.

“Do we have any orders from the boss man?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Just to keep him in the loop.”

“Easy.” Although I didn’t intend to mention the personal development between Fiona and me. At least, not yet. Hopefully Kade would keep it to himself too. I checked my phone, but there were no messages. “Have you heard whether the auction went ahead last night after our interruption?”

“No.” He scowled. “No one would tell me anyway. They’d have gone straight to you or Ronan.”

“True enough.” After all, it was my team who’d be scouring the dark net for updates. “No issues with the police?”

“No, thank God.” His upper lip curled, he sipped the tea and set it down with a shudder. “I don’t even want to know what’s in that.”

“She didn’t tell you?”

He pursed his lips. “She might have, but I was probably distracted.”

I hid a smile. I’d bet he was. One look in her big eyes and he became blind and deaf to the world.

Across the room, the bedroom door opened and Fiona padded out, wearing a cotton King’s Security t-shirt that hung to her thighs. Her hair was mussed and she squinted at us blearily. I half-expected her to squeal and run back to the room when she spotted Kade—either because of the embarrassment of having him see her like that, or because she was ashamed of the fact her casual attire made it even more obvious we’d slept together. But instead, she smiled, walked straight over to me, and dropped onto my lap.

She looped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I’d have preferred it if you were still in bed when I’d woken up,” she murmured.

My heart filled. I drank in the sight of her gorgeous face, with those endearing freckles across her nose, and the tilted edges of her smile. She wasn’t ashamed of what we’d done, and she didn’t regret me. Fuck, I was amazed at how good it felt to know that.

“Next time, I’ll do better,” I promised.

Kade cleared his throat. “Sorry, Fi, that was my fault.”

She rested against my chest and tucked her legs up as she angled herself toward him. I smoothed down the t-shirt to make sure Kade didn’t get an eyeful of anything she wouldn’t want him to see. Having her close to me like this was right. Every part of me knew it.

“So,” she said, sweeping that glorious hair over her shoulder. “Do we know where Bergen is?”