Delta: Retribution (7 page)

No, she wasn’t walking out on him. Not when he knew that he needed her. Burying himself in her would soothe away the empty ache in his soul. Sit-ups didn’t do shit compared to how good it’d feel to sink deep into her pussy. He wanted to hear her wear out his name and feel her tear scratches into his back.

Trace grabbed his phone, not knowing her new number. The text message alert blinked for his attention.
Sorry. Shouldn’t have shown up unannounced
.

The hell with apologies
. He hit Call.

She answered on the first ring. “Hey—”

“I was gone for a second,” he growled at her.

“And I was wrong to show up like that.”

“Marlena.” He blew out, the tightness in his chest eating him alive. “Don’t make me chase you down.”

“Why would you?”

“Hell, why wouldn’t I?”

She sighed. “I didn’t get too far.”

He walked by a window, saw her parked in his driveway still, head leaning back. “Get back in here.”

“Trace—”

“Mar, don’t make me get you.”

“I don’t respond well to orders.”

That was bullshit. He remembered their night in the hotel room. He’d seen the look in her eyes when he’d told her to get on her knees, to play with her breasts. Goddamn, that one-night stand was hot, even weeks later. He pictured her with her eyes closed, delicate fingers squeezing her plump tits. His cock went from semi-interested to a repeat performance, begging for release. “I can’t figure out if you’re absolutely, totally used to getting your way or scared of me. You run when I say don’t. You leave when I want you to stay. You show up when I don’t expect you; you smile when I know you don’t want to.”

She looked at him from her car.

“When you called before, Marlena, I didn’t
sound
off, I
was
off. I was crawling the walls. Damn it.” Breathing in, he couldn’t quite get deep enough of a breath. “Get in here. I need you.”

The car door opened. He held his breath until she was at his door. In his door. In his arms, against the wall. His lips hovered over hers. “Why?”

“It’s hard for me to trust others, and— I don’t trust myself.”

“I’m out of my element.” He licked her bottom lip, so full and delicious he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “Fucking you seems like the only thing that might help.”

She nodded, tugging at his shirt. His hands ran all over her. Smooth skin, full breasts, a body made for holding. Heaven in his hands. That was the only thing that stilled his crazy mind. But she didn’t trust him—or herself—and God, all he wanted was the confident, trusting woman he’d had before.

“When I was a stranger, you didn’t hold back. Did you?”

She turned her face away. He caught her chin and brought her gaze back to him. “I didn’t hold back.”

“Don’t now. Promise me.” Her eyes rounded, and she nodded, but not enough that he believed her. “Promise.”

“I can try.”

“I want you. You know that, right?”

Her head tilted. “Yes.”

But her voice was so quiet. “This red hair. Lips I want to suck.” His hands drifted over her breasts, down her stomach, teasing the snap on her pants. “These legs I want to be between. Trust me, Mar. If you don’t know how sexy you are, I’ll show you.”

“Trace…” Still pressed against his wall, her head fell to the side when he undid her pants. Then he went back to her breasts.

“I want the real Marlena. The girl from the one-night stand.” He walked his fingers over the silken fabric stretched across her chest. Her nipples reached for him. He tweaked one until her jaw dropped open and her eyes listed to the side. “Undress.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t make me spank that perfect round bottom.” She blinked. Her cheeks flushed, bottom lip catching between her teeth. Pure lust poured off of her, so hot the room might melt around them. “You want that, don’t you?”

Her fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt. But not fast enough. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Goddamn, pretty girl. You’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Her breathing started faster. Soft, luscious breasts begged for his rough hands. She nodded. “I’m…”

“You’ll trust me to take care of you.”

She nodded again.

“You’ll know how sexy you are, even if I have to force it on you. I’ll bring you to the edge and make you come and come again.”

Still nodding, she whispered, “Yes.”

“Lose your clothes.”

Her shirt, shorts, bra, and thong were on the ground in seconds. He spun her around, breasts and cheeks pressed against the wall, and he walked his fingers down the ridge of her spine, letting them stop on the swell of her ass. All his pent-up energy, that rip-the-walls-down tension, was gone, and he could only focus on her.

Completely naked, she peeked over her shoulder. “But you’re still dressed.”

Smack. “Quiet, pretty girl.”

She moaned, and he smoothed his palm over the spot he’d spanked. “Feel good?”

“No.”

“Liar.” He did it again.

Her head fell back a little. “I don’t understand.”

“Why you like it?” Because fuck him, he didn’t either. But it had to do with that almost smile that surfaced on her face after she absorbed the sting.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Fingers between your legs. Touch yourself.”

He danced his hands over her red butt cheek and watched her back arch. Ass in the air, cheeks pressed against the wall, back hollowing out in a perfect, creamy-skinned slope. Marlena’s eyes drifted shut, and she teased her clit.

“Trace…”

“Tell me when you’re close.”

“I’m close.” Her breaths panted.

“Tell me when you’re closer. When you’re going to fall.”

He watched her leaning into the wall, doing as he commanded, and stepped close to her. He raced his hands over her body. Whatever stole her confidence, he damn sure wouldn’t let it affect them. She could be whoever she wanted to be to the outside world, but when it was them—just them working through their issues—she had to be raw and real.

Her shoulders tensed. Her legs were spread, and little sweet noises fell from her murmuring lips. “I’m going to—”

He spanked her ass with one hand, not soothing away the sting, and pushed the fingers of his other hand into her wet pussy. Marlena screamed his name, bucking on his hands, falling into his arms, riding the wave of her orgasm with both their hands between her legs.

Finally, he could breathe. The restlessness that’d plagued him since the moment he was off assignment subsided as he imagined how it’d feel to thrust into her until she
came again. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

CHAPTER TEN

The barren apartment was small. It took him only a few strides to have her in his bed. His clothes were off, a condom was in hand, and they were under the covers in a heated tangle of arms and legs. His lips were on her neck, her nails scratching down his back.

There was something good about having her there, even if he didn’t plan to use the place for long.

“I want to know.” She bit his earlobe. “Tell me what your demon is.”

The words pulled everything to a standstill. Rigid in her arms, he’d forgotten his demons for a few minutes, and that was the point of this. “Not how this game works.”

“I want to take care of you.”

He pulled back. “Why?”

“You deserve it.”

“Ha. Bullshit.” He went back to her neck, but she took his face in her hands. Trace said, “Seriously, Marlena, let’s get back to what we do well.”

Her face fell for a flash, but determination lit her face. “Tell me something.”

Ah, man. This wasn’t where he wanted to go. It was too dark, too angry.
Fuck the world
. Except when he had her in his arms.

“Trace?”

Fine. She could know why he felt like a caged animal. “I’m a piece of shit who let down his brother. Let down my SEAL team.”

She shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”

“Believe it. I’m angry because I’m grounded. I can’t go overseas until Delta gets the green light to go back to ghost operations.”

“I don’t understand.”

“There’s not much to it. I don’t exist. I don’t live in one place or do one thing. When we’re not doing jobs that no one will admit to, I’ve got my own personal mission in life. So there it is.”
Fuck, man
. His heart racing, he couldn’t breathe. “And the only thing that has kept me from losing my shit is you. In bed.”

She bit her lip, looking away. When her gaze came back, the intensity made his chest swell.

“Have me until you forget whatever you need to forget.”

Shit, that wasn’t the only reason
. “No, it’s not—”

“Trace—”

“No. Just…” He needed to get out of the bed and out of this house. Why the hell did he think he could do this? He didn’t deserve her, and he needed to kill. Maim. Rip the world apart until he felt normal again.

She grabbed his elbow and hung on.

“Marlena.” Goddamn, she needed to let go. “Mar. Enough.”

“You need to. You have to. You’re going insane. I see it.”

“So the hell what?” he roared.

She needed to back off, but he looked at her, and she hadn’t flinched. Blood rushed in his veins. Energy, anxiety, and anticipation were making him stupid. He couldn’t handle this. It was too much, and he didn’t know why he thought any of this… except he wanted to hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her until exhausted and smell sugar all over himself.

“Trace.” Her voice was quiet but not little. It was confident and coaxing. “If that’s what you need… You and me, in this bed, until you feel better.”

“Why?” His chest was tight, his head shaking.

“If you won’t share why, at least let me help you this way.”

“Why?” Tight chested, he pulled away from her, needing to punch the wall. “Just, no. You’re making this too much. This is fun. We’re fun. That’s it.”

Sweat pricked his shoulder blades, and finally, Marlena’s face fell. He’d said what he needed to in order to stop the conversation.

“I’m sorry for whatever hurt you.”

“Don’t say that.” His head dropped. Too bad that was all it took. An apology. “My brother.” God, it hurt to say out loud. He tried to swallow and couldn’t. The burn in his eyes was awful. “My
twin
brother was killed by insurgents. Nothing much left of his body. It burned, but slow. He probably suffered.” Trace choked on the thought, wishing it were him, not Michael. “Afterward, no one found his tags. He wasn’t on mission. They were transporting between—” He sucked a breath and closed his eyes. “I want them back.”

He fell back on the pillow. Feeling better wasn’t the issue. That’d never happen. But saying it out loud… He shook his head. Saying it out loud did nothing. He wouldn’t let it.

“When you find them, what will you do?”

Trace turned his head. “What?”

She shrugged a naked shoulder. “What will you do with them?”

Laughing deeply and sarcastically, he burrowed into a pillow. “Shouldn’t you explain to me that there’s a million miles of desert to sift through, and I’m never going to find those tags?”

Her head tilted. “Is that what people say?”

“More or less.” Because if people didn’t say it out loud, he could tell they were thinking it.

Marlena took his hand in hers and kissed his palm. The same palm that spanked her until she came. Her tongue ran along the lines in his skin and skipped over to his fingers. She rolled his hand into a fist, kissing his knuckles. “You’re a strong man, and I think sharing the hurt will make it less, maybe, one day.”

No, no, no. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Pulling away, he didn’t get far. Her lips pressed to his, her bare breasts swaying and teasing across his chest. Her lips were lazy and slow. His mouth opened and let their tongues tangle. Marlena straddled his thighs. She cupped his face in her hands, rocking her hips as she intensified the kiss.

“Mar. No.” This got too real. He needed out.

“Shut up, Trace.” Her hand stole away from his cheek then pushed the condom packet he’d ditched on the mattress into his hold.

He nodded, shutting up, and with a quick tear and roll, he’d sheathed himself. He watched her rise above him and hover on the head of his cock, teasing him. He lay in agony as her sweet pussy took him in.

“Fuck me, Marlena.” Because he couldn’t think.

Laughing, she rocked her hips. “That was the plan.”

Tight and wet. That was all he could focus on. Her eyes sank shut when she swayed. Her full breasts moved with her motion, tight nipples hypnotizing him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He sucked the cherry tips into his mouth, tasting heaven and sugar.

Her hands snaked into his hair, pulling at the roots, making his scalp sting while she rode him long and deep. It was a contradiction. She was a walking, talking, fucking contradiction. Brassy, ballsy, and ready to submit to him. Pushy and knowing exactly what it took to make him tell his secrets, but sweetly screwing the pain away.