I shook my head, climbed off him, and walked to one of the chairs. I propped my hands in the seat, spread my legs, and arched my back. “If this doesn’t work, flip me around and we’ll do the standing thing.”
It wasn’t exactly doggie style, but it was nothing like any of the positions the Russians had me in when they’d raped me.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever handle being fucked with my front against the wall, or bent over a table, but I hoped I could handle this.
All thoughts of the Russians flew out of my head when Brain’s tongue swiped my opening from behind, and I moaned as I arched my back even more, to give him better access. His fingers moved up my labia, enough to stimulate my clit a little from an inch away, but today it was too much. As always, he immediately knew and slid them back down and away so I only felt his tongue, his lips, and within moments I needed more.
“God, Brain, you’re going to drive me crazy with your tongue. I’m ready for you.” He didn’t let up with his tongue, though, and I growled at him as I arched my back even more.
When he finally stood and pressed his thick length into me, nothing existed except his hands on my waist, his cock spreading me open, and my need.
“Don’t you dare start out slow,” I warned as he sank into me, and thankfully, he gave me what we both wanted, and within a few moments I was screaming my way through an orgasm as he continued to pound me from behind.
As soon as the orgasm was over, he lifted me and carried me to bed, put me on my back, and went back into me as he ordered, “Wrap your legs around me.” His voice was rough, feral, wild, and I knew his wolf was close to the surface, but I wasn’t afraid.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and felt every damned inch of him as he went in and out, in and out, and I was lost in his eyes. He’d been right to change positions after I came, I needed to see his face, know who was in me, because I knew nothing bad could happen to me when I was in Brain’s arms.
Brain worked me to another screaming orgasm, and it wasn’t until later, when I rested quietly in his arms I remembered where we were, and that I’d intended to be quiet. I felt my face flame red as I said, “Oh, fuck.”
I could hear the cockiness in his voice as he said, “Yeah, my wolf’s pretty happy about that.” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re mine, Buttercup. All mine, but that means I’m yours, too. I’ll always choose you over them. Always.”
“I know you will,” I told him, and let it drop.
Chapter Forty-Two
Brain
We had a day of downtime, which I spent monitoring communications as much as possible. I knew Ivankov was headed here, but I couldn’t get a handle on how many people he’d brought with him. He’d been told to leave her alone, so anyone he brought would be loyal specifically to him, and I couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t have many people willing to go against the orders of the Pakhan.
Bottom line, though, was I knew we’d have a fight on our hands, likely between the bank and the plane. We’d made arrangements to fly to Cozumel, take a ship to Cancun, and then fly to a small, private airport north of New Orleans on a different private, chartered jet.
I brainstormed with Ranger and Harmony, and then we brought the other three in for more suggestions and ideas.
I wanted to go home, forget all about this and just get on with our lives, but Harmony was set on following through, and I knew she needed to do it for personal reasons — the money was just the stimulus driving the op and pulling everyone together… not the true reason for it.
Harmony and I spent the morning in bed, with Bash and Ranger monitoring communications. I’d set everything up for them, all they had to do was listen.
And I needed the morning with her in my arms, because I had no idea what the day would bring.
* * * *
Harmony
We packed up the house and left — Gonzo and Bash on the scooters, the rest of us in the van. We took our luggage and equipment to the plane, got Brain set up so he could run everything from the plane, and then Ranger, Duke, and I drove to the mall to meet up with Gonzo and Bash, who’d turned the scooters in and bought two decent sized rolling suitcases.
We didn’t have to hide our route to the bank by much today. We made it so it would take them a few hours to trace it back, but we didn’t need to jump through a ton of hoops for that. It wouldn’t matter if they traced us back to the house and airport later tonight, as we’d be long gone by then. We turned the van in, and went somewhere else to rent three BMW’s, as Ranger wanted us in fast, easily maneuverable vehicles for our getaway.