Elite Ops: Black Jack Part 30

She wasn't alone any longer. Travis was here. He was touching her, holding her. There was nothing, no one, that could harm her as long as she held his heart. Heavily muscled shoulders flexed beneath her touch as his hands cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, sending surging pulses of sensation rippling through her nipples when his thumbs stroked over them.

Lilly could feel the invasive pleasure throbbing through her p.u.s.s.y, swelling her c.l.i.t. Her juices gathered on the intimate folds as her nipples swelled, ached, and lifted to his touch.

"I missed you, my Lilly," he groaned as his lips moved to her neck. "I dreamed of your touch. Of tasting you, having you."

His lips moved lower, his tongue stroking over a tight nipple as brutally hot fingers of sensation struck at her womb, her c.l.i.t. Arching against his thigh, Lilly felt the desperate hunger unraveling inside her. This moment in time was hers alone. She didn't have to share it. No one could invade it. There was no danger here, there was only this. His lips covering her nipple to suck it inside his mouth as his tongue flicked over it.

He drew on the tight bud, suckling it deeply, almost roughly, as she arched to the incredible sensation. From one nipple to the other he moved. The excruciatingly sensitive tip rioted with such extreme pleasure that she couldn't hold back the whimpering little cry that tore from her lips.

It was incredible. Her head thrashed against the pillow as he licked the hard nubbin, swirled his tongue around it, then sucked it inside his mouth again and fed on the arousal rising inside her.

Lilly's hips arched as Travis's thigh wedged between hers and pressed firmly against the mound of her p.u.s.s.y. Her c.l.i.t swelled tighter, throbbed with pleasure. Her juices spilled from her clenching v.a.g.i.n.a, her body desperate for his possession, preparing it for the intensity of touch that she needed. She wanted more than gentle touches, and that was what she was getting. She wanted more than easy kisses and slow caresses. And he would give it to her.

"Sweet Lilly," he growled as he pulled back, reaching out with one hand to the bedside table and flipping on the low light there.

The soft glow washed over his naked, bronzed flesh. Muscles rippled beneath the skin, perspiration dotted his brow, his shoulders.

Easing back, he stared down her body.

"Touch your b.r.e.a.s.t.s," he ordered, his eyes focused on the swollen mounds as he lifted her hands to them. "Show me, baby, what you like, what you want. Make me crazy."

Make him crazy? Oh, if this was what he wanted, then she had a lot of experience in touching herself.

She cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her fingers clenching on the mounds teasingly. With her index fingers she raked her nipples, gasping at the pleasure of having him watch.

"Oh yeah," he breathed out roughly, his eyes narrowing on her now. "Is that how you like it, baby? Slow and easy?"

A teasing smile curled her lips. With thumb and forefinger she pinched at the distended nipples, her breath catching at the thought of Travis touching her so firmly, with his fingers, his teeth.

She bit her lower lip to hold back another moan as she tugged at the tender tips, her shoulders s.h.i.+fting against the bed as pleasure tore through her.

"Ahh, so that's how you like it, love," he whispered. "Shall I do that for you, while perhaps you show me other things you might like?"

He moved, sliding behind her as he lifted her before him. Lilly gasped as she found her head resting on his thigh, the heavy width of his c.o.c.k at her cheek as it rose proud and flush along his stomach.

"There, love." His hand stroked her breast, cupped it, petted it. "Show me what else you like while I play with your pretty nipples."

Lilly could feel the perspiration gathering along her neck, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Fighting to breathe, Lilly felt his thumb and forefinger surround her nipple as he placed one of her hands on her midriff.

"Show me, Lilly," he growled. "Show me what you want, sweetheart."

What she wanted? She wanted his touch. She wanted his fingers stroking her, touching her, possessing her.

She stared up at him as his fingers worked her nipple, rolling it, plumping it, and sending electrical flames of sensation tearing to her womb.

Her fingers slid lower, ruffling the border of curls just below her abdomen. She could feel the folds of her p.u.s.s.y swelling, her c.l.i.t pounding, as her fingers feathered against it.

"Beautiful," he breathed out roughly. "Part those pretty folds, Lilly. Let me see your little c.l.i.t. Let me see how you pleasure yourself."

Lowering her other hand, she parted the plump folds of her p.u.s.s.y as she used the other to circle the tight bud of her c.l.i.t. Pleasure was racing through her, excitement sizzling through her nerve endings, as she touched herself with her fingers, while Travis tormented her nipples with exquisite pleasure.

As she looked up at him, her gaze locked with his, and she watched his eyes narrow, darken, as her fingers circled her c.l.i.t. The pleasure was incredible. It was like nothing she had ever known when she'd touched herself before. It was brutally intense, whipping through her system and sending her nerve endings rioting with exquisite pleasure.

Her fingers stroked through her folds, dipping into the slick dew, returning to run around her c.l.i.t as his fingers sent waves of pleasure surging through her nipples to her p.u.s.s.y, clenching the intimate folds with brutal need.

Her hips writhed beneath her own touch as her head turned, her lips parting, her tongue licking along the shaft of his c.o.c.k as it rose before her. She needed the taste of him. The touch of him. She needed him. She moved her fingers faster as a hard groan tore from his chest. Her head lifted, her tongue touching the head of his c.o.c.k, licking over it, tasting it. She felt as though she were dying of excitement. It was racing through her bloodstream, pounding in her heart. She couldn't survive this. She was going to die from the intensity of the sensations, but she would die happy. She would die knowing no pleasure could ever be so great.

As her fingers dipped inside her p.u.s.s.y a gasp of tormented pleasure pa.s.sed her lips. Her lips parted, surrounded the engorged head of Travis's c.o.c.k, and sucked him inside her mouth. She milked the hard, throbbing flesh, sucking it deep, laving it with her tongue.

Driving her fingers deep inside the hot depths of her own flesh, she angled herself higher against his chest, kept the hard crest in her mouth and slowly came to her knees. Her thighs tightened on her own hand for long seconds before slowly withdrawing them.

Lifting her head, she felt his hands tighten for a second in her hair before he allowed her to straighten. Licking her lips, Lilly lifted her fingers, still wet from her juices, and painted the heavy dew across his lips as they parted and he sucked two of her fingers inside.

The feel of his lips suckling her fingers had her p.u.s.s.y rippling in impending o.r.g.a.s.m.

She had never been so close to coming without actually being penetrated.

"I needed you," she whispered as she straddled his thighs, staring into his eyes as he released her fingers, his hands moving to clench the mounds of her a.s.s.

"G.o.d. Never again. Swear." His expression twisted into lines of tormented pleasure as she gripped the shaft of his c.o.c.k and rubbed it against the tortured knot of her c.l.i.t.

"So good," she moaned, her hips s.h.i.+fting, her p.u.s.s.y clenching.

"f.u.c.king good," he groaned. "f.u.c.k me, Lilly. Stop teasing the h.e.l.l out of me."

She smiled back at him, s.h.i.+fting the engorged crest until it was poised at the entrance of her p.u.s.s.y.

Ecstasy began to pound inside her then. Moving her hips, s.h.i.+fting, pressing down, as she felt the wide, heavy length of his erection stretching her wide. Pleasure-pain enveloped her, sending sizzling, heated currents of rapture racing across nerve endings so sensitive, she whimpered with the building exaltation. She couldn't stay still. Her hips jerked against the hold he had on her a.s.s, her need to race to completion beating inside her.

"Easy, baby," he groaned, his fingers bunching in her a.s.s, pulling the rounded flesh apart, sending additional sensations a.s.saulting her nerve endings. Sensations she had never expected to enjoy. The feel of his fingers dipping into the extreme wetness flowing from her p.u.s.s.y, around his c.o.c.k. The feel of those fingers smoothing the slickness back, rubbing against that once forbidden, untouched area.

It was untouched no longer, because she didn't have the willpower to stop him. h.e.l.l no, she wasn't stopping him. She was pressing down, making the touch firmer, more invasive.

Her eyes flared open as his fingertip penetrated that hidden entrance. Heavyeyed, intense, he watched her with increasing hunger as his finger continued to slip slowly inside as she pressed down, taking his c.o.c.k deeper, his finger deeper. The dual penetration was exquisite. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders as she rode him slow and easy, taking all of his c.o.c.k, all of his finger, and milking them as she felt the pleasure burning over her nerve endings.

"G.o.d, you're beautiful." His voice was whiskey rough, dark and hungry. "So f.u.c.king sweet and hot, Lilly."

Sweat eased down his temple, drawing her gaze as she felt his finger ease from her rear, gather more of her juices and penetrate once again.

"Travis. What are you doing to me?" Shudders of pleasure were tearing through her as she felt her muscles ease, relax, and welcome a second finger.

"Travis." His name was a plea, a cry of such incredible pleasure she didn't know if she could bear it.

His hand eased on her hip. Rather than holding her back, he let her free. She couldn't hold still. She couldn't stop the need to ride him hard and fast, to feel the fiery burn, the desperate sensuous rise of ecstasy.

Lilly felt her head tip back on her shoulders as it began to build, to tighten through her. She tightened her hold on him, her nails digging in, desperate mewls rising from her throat as electric intensity, white-hot fingers of sensation, began to radiate outward from both penetrations. His c.o.c.k filled her, stretched her. His fingers f.u.c.ked inside her rear, sending flames shooting along previously untouched nerve endings, triggering a flame that built, that rose, that overtook her in an explosion so sudden, so blinding, she screamed his name.

He was thrusting hard and deep beneath her, one arm wrapped around her, holding her close as his fingers drove deep, his c.o.c.k drove deeper, and he groaned her name and stiffened beneath her.

Fiery bursts of release erupted inside her. She felt it, throbbing, pulsing, filling her as her p.u.s.s.y clenched around him. Her head fell to his shoulder as she felt herself crying, shuddering, hard tremors raking through her body as the pleasure tore through her over and over again.

She couldn't contain it. She couldn't fight it. She had lost any measure of restraint when it came to Travis long ago. So long ago. When he was bound to another woman, when she was barely a woman, on a dance floor surrounded by others, she had given him her heart.

He had always held her, and she had never realized it. He had filled her fantasies as Lord Dermont. Then he had filled her deepest desires as Travis Caine. And now, now he filled every dream, every emotion she had thought she would never be filled. The lover she had never believed would be in her life. Breathing heavily, she collapsed against him, shudders still racing through her body as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to pulse through her. The wildly exciting penetrations of her body left her exhausted, left her mindless. She could do nothing but hold on to him now, to pray that for this moment, he would continue to shelter her, that he had the strength to hold her as she fought to catch her breath.

As she felt his fingers ease slowly from her a small moan escaped her lips. The pleasure was still brutal. The feel of his fingers retreating caressed those nerve endings, so sensitized she could barely catch her breath from the added caress.

"Easy, baby." He sounded sated, relaxed, as his hand smoothed down her back.

"Give me a second here and I'll carry you to the shower."

She had to laugh at that. A low, weak sound, but one filled with a deep satiation.

"You'll drop me."

"Right now," he agreed, his lips smoothing over her shoulder. "No breath right now."

He gave a deep sigh, one that a.s.sured her that he had been just as satisfied, just as fulfilled as she was.

"That's okay." She snuggled closer. "I like being right here."

"I like you being right here." His lips pressed against hers gently. "Right here in my arms, Lilly. It's where you belong."

And it was exactly where she wanted to be.

It was still dark and Lilly lay pressed against his chest when Travis's cell phone rang.

Travis picked up his phone and looked at the display. He frowned when he saw "Harrington" on the screen.

He sat up in bed, careful not to disturb Lilly. She turned over with a soft murmur.

"h.e.l.lo."

"Caine," Desmond said. His voice sounded grim. "We have things to discuss. You, me and Lilly. If I make sure Angelica is not here will you both meet me at the house around noon? I really think you both need to hear what I have to say."

Travis was silent for only a moment. Then he looked down at Lilly and said, "We'll be there."

Chapter 18.

the limo pulled into the stately, oak-tree-lined drive that led to the house her family had taken for the summer. After pulling to a stop, Nik got out from the driver's seat, came around the car, opened the rear door, and stood aside as Travis stepped out.

His eyes narrowed as the door opened, and rather than the houseman at the entrance, he instead saw Isaac, Desmond's personal, chief bodyguard. The dark silk suit he wore almost hid the bulge of the weapon he wore beneath his arm, but not quite. He was a formidable figure, if one wasn't confident in their ability to stand against him.

Travis was rather confident.

Isaac's dark brown eyes flicked to where Lilly stood beside him, resplendent in a soft, light blue camisole and matching skirt. Strappy flat sandals covered her feet. Her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail and she even carried a small clutch purse rather than a rifle.

She looked every inch the perfect little lady.

Travis held his arm out to her, and almost grinned at the arrogant little tilt of her head as she laid her hand on his arm.

"Lady Lillian. Mr. Caine," he greeted them as they moved up the steps. "Lord Harrington is awaiting you."

"I'm certain he is," Travis responded. "And Lady Harrington? She's gone?"

"Lady Harrington is in D.C. shopping, I believe," Isaac informed them as he stepped aside. "Lord Harrington may have neglected to pa.s.s along the information that her daughter had been found and was returning."

"Her daughter was never lost," Lilly informed him coolly as they stepped into the foyer and waited for Nik to step in before Isaac closed the door behind them.

"So I see." He inclined his head in approval. "Follow me, Lord Harrington is waiting in his study."

Travis placed his hand on Lilly's lower back as they followed the bodyguard. It was hard to believe Isaac McCauley was involved in anything nefarious. He had been with the Secret Service, served a short stint with the CIA, and had then gone private. His reputation was sterling and above reproach.

Isaac paused at the study doors, gave a brief knock, then opened them and stood back as they entered.

Desmond Harrington stood in front of the cold fireplace, his leather-shod foot propped on the hearth as he leaned an elbow casually against the mantel. He'd shed the suit jacket he usually wore. The sleeves of his white, fine cotton s.h.i.+rt were rolled to his elbows and the dark blue silk slacks were still perfectly creased. At first glance he was the epitome of professionalism, until Travis looked closely at his face. He looked like an exhausted thug. The red hair closely cropped, the lines on his face. Desmond Harrington was a hard man, and it showed in every line and wrinkle of his face.

In his free hand he held a short gla.s.s of what appeared to be whiskey. Watching them, he remained silent as he lifted the gla.s.s and sipped from it before nodding to Isaac.

"Can I offer anyone a drink?" Isaac asked as Travis, Lilly, and Nik came to a stop in the middle of the room, facing Desmond.

"I'll have my regular, Isaac," Lilly answered, her voice smooth and sweet and so ladylike it was hard to believe she could wield a sniper's rifle as easily as she held that gla.s.s of Crown and c.o.ke.

"I'll take the whiskey straight," Travis answered as he pressed his hand into Lilly's back, urging her to the love seat despite the fact that they hadn't been invited to sit.

Nik stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall beside the door and watched everyone with narrowed eyes.

Silence filled the room as Isaac poured the drinks, then moved across the room to hand Travis and Lilly theirs.

"Isaac, would you mind stepping outside now?" Desmond asked.

"I do, Lord Harrington," Isaac answered firmly. "You know that's not a very good idea at the moment."

Desmond sniffed disdainfully as he turned his head, threw back the rest of his drink, and grimaced tightly. "There are days, Lilly, when I wonder what the h.e.l.l made me think I could handle the legacy your father left behind."

He slapped the gla.s.s to the mantel, raked his fingers over his head, and blew out a hard breath before glaring back at her.

He looked tired, she thought. Tired and filled with regret and grief. His gaze focused on Travis Caine for long, intense minutes.

"It's d.a.m.ned hard to trust you," he said, sighing.