25. March 7th

MARCH 7TH

Waters

Waters triedhis door and smiled at finding it locked. Smart girl. He pulled the key from his pocket and entered his room silently, moving through the darkness without turning on the lights. The moon provided enough light through the window for him to see that Kubrick was exactly where she had been when he checked on her in the afternoon. And while TB said she hadn't exited the house, he didn't feel secure until he'd witnessed her sleeping for himself.

You've got it bad, dude.

She rolled over onto her side away from the door; however, she didn't wake. He took in how tangled the sheets were, pulled up tight to her chin up front but leaving her back side completely uncovered. They were pulled entirely free of the bed, and the bottom end of the sheets were shrouding her, knees to feet, as tightly as an Egyptian mummy. He half-heartedly smiled at what would happen if she woke suddenly and tried to fly out of the bed.

Definitely does not sleep neat. It looks like she's hugging your sheets as if they were you.

He picked up her clothes from where she'd dropped them on the floor and folded them, making a pile on the bedside table. Then Waters sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boots and socks, peeled off his tee, and then stood to remove his belt and pants. He looked down at the sleeping woman.

Yep, she has her face buried in your sheets.

Clothes folded and piled on a nearby chair, clad only in his boxers, he went into the bedside drawer and pulled several condom packets off of the strip, laying them neatly on the tabletop. Then he slipped his body into a spoon behind hers in the bed, and his mouth skimmed over the skin between her neck and shoulder. Carefully, to not wake her just yet, he slipped one arm underneath her body to cup a breast, kneading it gently. His other arm slid between her arm and her waist, his fingers gliding to the soft skin of her belly, where he drew lazy patterns on its surface.

I could wake her up like this every day.

Now, where did that thought come from?

The question was wiped away from his brain as he felt Kubrick come up out of sleep. Her body stretched out to its fullest to shake off the grogginess, and he knew the moment she registered that she wasn't alone in the bed.

Languidly, she arched her back, pushing her torso out to further meet his hands. "You all spent a long time at the range."

His nose brushed the shell of her ear, taking in her flowery scent, and he pulled her tighter to him. "When we got back, you were passed out. I didn't have the heart to wake you up. So, we went and climbed some trees, some rock facing, stuff like that. I wanted everyone to be good and worn out tonight."

"What about you? Won't you be tired?" she teased.

"Hush, woman. SEALs don't get tired."

His rough fingertips slid underneath the material of her sports bra and pushed it over her breasts. Both hands cupping her, his forefingers found her nipples and brushed softly over them, causing them to pebble. The almost nonexistent touch back and forth caused Kubrick to groan low in the back of her throat with each brush, pushing her ass back against his hardening cock while pushing her breasts further into his touch.

I don't want to go back to before.

While he had enjoyed the flirting, the snark, the easy working relationship, the friendship that they'd had, he wanted more with her. Wanting and having were two different things, though, and he knew that if he proceeded to do what he'd promised tonight, there would be no going back. Kubrick's heart was involved already, at least in a hormonal way, as he remembered last night's activities. But making love to her would be a whole new ballgame, and her heart would become emotionally invested.

And let's face it, yours, too, big guy.

He did know that he loved working by her side. She was beautiful to him on a physical level, and he was not hypocritical enough to admit that her attractiveness mattered. But he truly found her to be a fantastic partner in every way for him: funny, intelligent, and confident. When she faced down people who tried to belittle her, she was on fire. It was probably what attracted him the most about her.

But working for Tribe made their relationship an impossibility. The rule was that no one could have proof they existed beyond having met them. Once a job was finished, the client might come back to headquarters, but the team members never saw that client again. The client wasn't given access beyond the lobby for any reason. All communication was cut. Once payment came through, Tribe denied all connections, then buried all payment records. Any alternate IDs used besides their nicknames were fake and burned after their project use. Up until now, he'd never even had an ounce of concern about those rules, let alone a desire to break them. Then again, they didn't spend an inordinate amount of time with clients. But his chest ached at the thought of those rules coming into play when the filming ended.

TB seemed to think he could stay, just not work in the field. Would God even entertain that thought?

And again… was that what he wanted?

Time to make a choice. Go forward and never go back? Or pull back to what this was the day you first met?

One thing was clear to him. It had to be one or the other. Inside his head, he groaned.

Is there really even a choice? Either way, there's going to be pain. If I go back on right now, we'll both be hurt. When we separate at the end of filming, we'll both be hurt. If God makes me "disappear" because I'm going to break the rule, she'll be hurt, and I'll be dead in truth. We can't win.

Truth time—there was no choice. For there to have been no pain to either of them, he should never have given in to his impulses yesterday. He would take the blame. So he might as well fuck up totally and completely.

He inhaled deeply, committed to his next action, and then exhaled.

His right arm banded tighter around her, his left hand drifting down to her hip. Feather-light, lips still on her skin behind and beneath her ear, he growled low, "Mouth." Kubrick turned her head to meet his lips over her shoulder. "Open your legs for me, baby. Let me in," he whispered against her lips.

As she started to allow space between her legs, his hand hitched her top leg and draped it over his so that she had no choice but to have her ass pressed back against his hard cock and be completely spread open for him. His hand slid inside the material of her boy shorts and glided through the slickness accumulating between her legs. Gathering her wetness on his fingertips, he pulled them free and brought his hand up to her lips, spreading her juices on their plumped surfaces. "Taste yourself, sweetheart. This is what I thought about all day when I imagined being with you. So fucking spicy."

Her tongue slipped between her lips to swipe at her taste, then captured his index finger in her mouth with a nip from her front teeth. She bit down just enough to keep it trapped, then swirled her tongue around the calloused digit before beginning to lightly suck on it. Her action reminded him of yesterday when he finally let her take his cock into her mouth because she had done the exact same thing then. With that thought, he could feel himself hardening further against her ass.

His response caused him to remember her frustration with him at the time. When he got close to his orgasm, he refused to let her finish, insisting that the first time he came inside her, it would be in her hot, wet pussy. Instead, he let her stroke him off between them, his release spraying her hand and belly. He thought perhaps she remembered as well due to the sudden increase in the pressure of her suction.

His hand slid back beneath the waistband, down into her wetness again, but this time, two fingers pushed into her channel, stroking her inside walls. Immediately, her hips began thrusting against his hand, his fingers scraping against her G-spot, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit. She had been doing her best to be quiet to not disrupt the house, but as he felt her inner walls begin to clutch his fingers, she whispered his name in warning. His other hand slid up to cover her mouth, and with an extra twist and pressure on her sex, she exploded against his hand.

"Fuck, baby," he gasped as he felt her breath soughing deeply behind his hand. "Everything off," he growled.

In a split second, he was off the bed. Kubrick moved a little slower, recovering from her orgasm still. While she struggled to right herself, he stripped out of his boxers, placing them on his pile of worn clothing, and sheathed himself in a condom. Then he kneeled on the bed at her side, yanked the bra up and over her head, followed by giving her a firm but gentle push to lie down again. He grasped her shorts at the hips and yanked them down her legs, placed both clothing items on top of the bedside table, and settled himself between them so that they were finally hip-to-hip.

"I need you," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Gonna fuck you hard, baby, but I'll try to start slowly since you say it's been a while."

He lined up his cock with her entrance, just the very tip slipped into her opening. Then he reached for her hands and threaded their fingers together, the backs of her hands pressed to the mattress beside her ears. Certain that their eyes were locked on one another, he gave a sharp, smooth thrust as he buried himself inside her until their pelvic bones ground together.

Both registered a moment of shock as they felt her walls immediately pulse around him so snugly inside her, aftershocks causing her hips to twitch. It was as if some invisible switch had been flipped. His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowed, his grip on her hands tightened, and the sexy grin that had been on his face disappeared. Agonizingly slow, he dragged his length out of her until only the tip of his cock remained poised in her entrance, and then even more slowly, he pushed back in. "Fuck, you're so tight." He pulled himself back to the tip. "Tip your hips up to me, Kubrick."

As she arched her hips upward, Waters slid back fully inside her and began an in-out pace that was slow and steady. He watched her eyes squeeze shut as her muscles tightened further, causing delightful friction. "Open your eyes, sweetheart." Ever so slowly, her eyelids raised. "There she is," he crooned. "There's my pretty girl." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "You ready to fly again, baby? Ready to show me how pretty you come? I can't wait to see how sexy you are when you come because my cock fills you so well. I want to watch those eyes when you fall over the edge for me."

Waters felt the temperature of his body begin to rise with each stroke inside her. At the back of his mind, he couldn't get over the fact that she'd only had two lovers other than him. It just didn't make sense. How could a woman like her—so empowered and so filled with life—go unclaimed? It just didn't make sense.

Maybe she was waiting for you.

Her breathing was a series of gasps punctuated with soft cries of pleasure. It didn't take him long to realize that she was fast approaching another orgasm, and he wanted to make sure he saw the whole thing unfold in front of him.

"That's it, Kubrick. Let go for me. Give me that sticky-sweet again. Want to feel it coat my cock. Want to be able to pull out of you and stroke my cock through your sweetness."

He circled his hips on the next up thrust, simultaneously reaching down and dragging the flat of his tongue over a distended nipple, triggering her orgasm. Quickly, he pounced by pushing even deeper and molded his mouth over hers to capture as much of the scream as possible. While everyone in the house would likely figure out quickly that they were a couple, he didn't want to announce it like this.

As she shuddered, shook, and clawed at him, he groaned at the pleasure skittering up his spine. He could come now if he wanted to, but some unused portion of his alpha self wanted to wait. Deny himself until he'd wrecked her to the point of no return. He'd always prided himself on being able to withhold his own release for long periods of time because it made the final moment more explosive for him. And while he knew he would do that with Kubrick, he also wanted to experience that feeling with her over and over again.

He left soft kisses along the side of her face, down and across her throat, then up the side of her neck beneath her ear, murmuring nonsense to her as she came down through the aftershocks. Letting go of her hands, he brushed back the strands of her damp hair from her face, watching over her. Finally, her heartbeat and breathing seemed to level out.

"Kubrick?" he murmured.

"Mmm, thank you," she replied.

A wicked smile crossed his face. "Just checking."

And then he started all over.