EDGE OF HONOR: On The Edge Duet: Book One Page 13

  “Whatever.” She shakes her head. “I get it. You’re not the sharing feelings type.”

  “No, luv. I’m not the guy who catches feelings in the first place.”

  She shrugs her shoulders as if we’re discussing my preference between a burger or a hot dog, not something as deep as feelings. “I guess I’ll have to be brave enough for both of us then. There’s no gain without taking a risk.”

  * * *

  We walk back into the master bedroom from the porch. “I know it’s getting late, but are you still interested in some dessert? There’s some ice cream in the freezer,” I mention.

  Georgia drops her towel. “I don’t think that’s the kind of dessert I’m interested in.” She stalks toward me, and my mouth arcs in a knowing grin. She tugs my towel from my hips, taking me by surprise. Before I can react, she slams both her palms into my chest, knocking me back on the bed.

  I prop myself up on my elbows, my eyes glued to her. Confident and enticing, she stands at the end of the bed, staring down at me. I don’t want to miss a second of what she has planned.

  Placing one knee on the mattress, she creeps along the comforter, kneeling between my legs. Her palms skim slowly up my thighs, and my heart races like a greyhound eating up the racetrack while my cock hardens almost to the point of pain.

  “What are your plans for me, luv?” I question, hoping to spur her into action and end the torturous waiting.

  Her hand closes around me and a groan slips from my lips. “I’m going to see if I like sucking your cock as much as I’ve imagined I would.”

  “Christ, Georgia. You’re so fecking hot—” Her hand slides up and down my length, cutting off anything else I might say.

  Leaning forward, she licks me like the ice cream treat I offered her a few minutes ago. I watch in awe as her tongue trails up and down my shaft and then whirls around the head. She repeats the motion until my teeth gnash with need. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. I was ready to blow the minute she touched me.

  My hands burrow in her hair, encouraging her to take me inside her mouth before I can’t hold out any longer. Her lips embrace the head of my cock, and then glide downward until she takes me in all the way to her throat. Oh hell.

  Her mouth feels like hot, wet perfection, and the fact that it’s Georgia doing this to me makes it the blow job of my life.

  She moves up and down, sucking and licking. Using her hand at the same time, she increases her pace until I can’t take it anymore.

  “Georgia,” I tug on her hair.

  She shakes her head and hums “uh-uh,” never releasing my cock. Knowing that she wants me to come in her mouth only pushes me faster toward release.

  I make a ragged sound as my orgasm slams into me. My hands tighten on her head, holding her down on my cock. She swallows every drop of my come, her tongue whisking along my length as I slip from her lips.

  My eyelids shutter closed and my hands release their hold on her. I fall flat to my back on the mattress, arms stretched out over my head in surrender as I try to catch my breath. I’m sure I must be dead, or at the very least on my way there. What just happened is too incredible to be real. I can’t be that lucky.

  I feel the mattress depress next to me as she crawls up to lie on my chest. “Are you alive?” She giggles.

  “I’m not sure.” I gasp for breath. “I think I just had an out-of-body experience when I came. Did I levitate off the bed?”

  She howls with laughter. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

  My eyes open, meeting her amused stare. “You should. It’s meant as one.” I rub a hand over my chest. My heart is still racing. “Goddamn, Georgia. Your mouth is a deadly weapon. I knew how you handled a gun turned me on, but the way you handled my gun… mind blowing. Literally.”

  She smiles like a woman who’s pleased with herself. “I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

  “Enjoyed? There are no words to accurately describe what you just did to me. Phenomenal doesn’t even come close.”

  She beams. “Really?”

  “Feck yes.”

  “How about some ice cream now?” she questions.

  I groan. “I don’t think I can get up. My legs might be too weak.”

  “Come on, old man,” she teases. Her snigger turns into a gasp when I switch our positions, balancing over her.

  “Who are you calling old man?”

  Mischievous eyes regard me. “You,” she prods.

  My mouth lowers, hovering over hers. “I may be old, but I recover fast. Do you need another demonstration of what this old man can do?” I grind my cock against her pussy.

  Her mouth goes slack on a breathy whimper before she whispers, “yes.”

  I capture her lips with mine and we repeatedly lose ourselves in each other until the middle of the night. When we finally fall asleep, we’re exhausted and wrapped together.

  Chapter Twenty

  Georgia

  Heat engulfs me. My back is on fire and I’m burning up. My eyes flicker partially open a few times before I blink to clear my vision. I yawn and then awareness hits me. I’m in Belfast’s bed and the fire on my back is his chest. Raising the comforter, I glance down at his arm wrapped around me, one hand proprietarily resting on my stomach.

  Oh my God.

  The events of last night and into the early morning hours come back to me. I flush with a combination of embarrassment at my brazenness and desire to do it all over again.

  And again.

  And again.

  I want to kick my feet against the mattress and squeal excitedly, like a schoolgirl.

  I’ve always been curious what sex between Belfast and I would be like, but until now I probably wouldn’t have ever admitted this fact, not even to myself. What I imagined fell far short of the reality. And I mean that in every way possible.

  Talk about a night I’ll never forget. My body aches in all the right places.

  Belfast shifts behind me, moving closer. His lips press a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Good morning, luv.” His gravelly tone has my lips curving into a smile.

  “Good morning.” I’m glad things don’t feel awkward now that he’s awake.

  He tugs me closer, his arm tightening around me. “Hmm,” he rumbles in my ear. “I could get used to waking up with you, Georgie.”

  “Mhmm. Me too.” Golden rays of sunshine beam through the sliding glass door, and the scent of salt water teases my nose. A brilliant blue sky caps it all off. This is a fabulous start to my morning. It’s going to be a beautiful day.

  Belfast rolls me to my back and my eyes connect with his sleepy ones. A contented smile parts his lips as he caresses my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I hoped it wasn’t all a dream.” His voice is a delicious husk. My gaze skims over his chest, the golden wall of skin still tempting even after the night we just had. “If you keep looking at me like that, we might never leave this bed.” His dark brows rise and fall. “I’m game if you are.”

  I caress my fingertips up and down his arm. “I might need a time-out. I was thinking of going for a run on the beach. Want to come with me?”

  “I prefer my exercise methods.”

  I laugh. “I do too, but running is good for you. Besides, we can try out your methods later.”

  He rolls to his back, pulling me on top of him. “But I’m hungry for you now,” he growls, spreading my legs with his feet until they fall to the mattress on the outside of his. I rise to my knees, and he grips my hips, raising me until the tip of his cock nudges my entrance. Reaching down, I guide him inside of me with a long sigh of pleasure. He’s where he belongs. I start to move, slowly rocking my hips.

  His groan is guttural. “You’re mine, Georgia.” His words echo my thoughts, bringing tears to my eyes. I want him to be mine.

  How did this happen? Panic hits me.

  How did I let myself fall for him? And why do I hope it never ends?

  His hands grip my hips, holding me still. “Wh
at’s wrong?” He stares up at me with concern.

  My teeth press into my bottom lip and I shake my head.

  “Tell me,” he urges, flexing his fingers on my hips. He lifts me from him and rolls me to my back. He hovers over me, his brown eyes troubled as he studies my face. “Please, tell me, luv.”

  “Nothing is wrong. I’m just overwhelmed and I don’t know how to deal with everything you make me feel.” His expression softens and he nods slowly. He knows I don’t mean what he makes me feel in the physical sense.

  “Aye, Georgie. If it helps, I’m overwhelmed too. You’re so pure hearted and brave, too good to be with someone like me.”

  My forehead crinkles between my eyebrows. “Don’t say that.”

  “It’s true. But I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing because I’m that fecking selfish. I don’t know how much time together the future has in store for us, but I can promise that I’m never going to regret being with you. I’m going to do whatever is necessary to keep you safe.”

  I grip his arms. “You keep yourself safe. You’ve already saved me enough times.”

  “There’s no such thing. When things go bad here, and they will, I want you to get away. Don’t worry about me.”

  “You know that’s never going to happen.”

  “I mean it. When all this is over and we’re back in Boston, we can laugh about it.”

  “I hope we get the opportunity to.”

  “Think positive, luv, or don’t think about it at all.”

  I want to be optimistic, but we have so much to face still. What if we don’t survive? What if he doesn’t?

  “So where should we meet up in Boston?” I question, doing my best imitation of thinking positively.

  “We can figure those details out after we make it through this mess.”

  “I like how you said after we make it through. We’re going to get to the other side, Belfast. And we’ll have a great story to tell.”

  He grins and it’s contagious. “Telling stories just happens to be one of my many talents.”

  My lips part in a wide smile, crinkling the corners of my eyes. “You keep mentioning these talents of yours. I think I need a personal demonstration to believe all the boasting.” My hands climb to the top of his shoulders, urging him to lower until I can press a kiss to his mouth.

  His lips part, our tongues meet, and I feel his cock harden once again between us. Lifting my hips I squirm underneath him until he positions himself where I need him most.

  Pushing forward, he slowly thrusts inside me, as if he has all the time in the world to savor this moment. His hands caress every inch of bare skin as he slowly makes love to me. He shows me with his body how deeply he cares.

  Every touch of his hands gives me hope that we’ll make it out of this alive.

  Every long, slow stroke of his cock is a reminder to savor these moments we have.

  * * *

  Side by side, we jog down the beach, our pace synchronized. Thanks to the recent high tide, my feet sink into the cool, wet sand. It not only feels amazing, but it’s much easier to run on than the dry sand like I did yesterday. My legs are still a little sore from that. Or maybe it’s the workout Belfast put me through that did it.

  I flick my gaze to him and admire how strong he looks as he runs. He’s not winded at all. “You don’t seem challenged by this,” I state.

  He meets my gaze with a slow grin. “I work out a lot, luv. A few miles on the beach isn’t much for me.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

  “Were you hoping I’d be dragging my arse down the beach behind you?” He reaches out and pokes my side.

  I laugh but keep pace. “Maybe.”

  “There’s my competitive girl.”

  I scowl. “I’m not competitive.”

  He barks out a laugh. “You might be the most competitive person I’ve ever known. You probably can’t admit I’m a better shot than you are either.”

  What? “The hell you are.”

  “Georgie, need I remind you about how many shooters I’ve taken out compared to you?”

  “Whoa. Wait a damn minute. I shot up my own fair share. I can’t help that you enjoy shooting people more than I do.”

  “But you must admit that makes me a better shot. I mean, if we’re measuring by accuracy and body count, then I win. By a lot.” He grins, ridiculously pleased with himself.

  “Whatever,” I huff. “We’ll have to go to a range and see who does better.”

  “An indoor range? Shooting at a target doesn’t mimic real-life situations where someone is firing back at us. It’s easy to shoot a stationary object.”

  I don’t reply, because I know that going to a range with him is unlikely. He’s probably never even held a legal weapon in his life.

  The weightiness of our differences bears down on me, as if a two-hundred pound man has jumped on my back.

  He’s a criminal, and I’m an FBI agent.

  It doesn’t get more taboo than that.

  There’s no way to explain his questionable behavior away, no matter how much I wish I could.

  Distracted by the depressing nature of my thoughts, I barely avoid tripping over a small rock. His hand briefly grips my arm, steadying me.

  I murmur, “Thank you,” and we continue on in silence.

  Last night and this morning, I was caught up in the moment and the overwhelming emotions I was feeling. And even though every moment was magical, it was easy to forget about the mountain of obstacles in front of us. I’m not sure we can overcome them all.

  And if we both survive, what does that mean for the future?

  Do we return to our respective sides of the law and do our best to forget about the other?

  I haven’t been able to forget Belfast before this, and now that we’ve been together in every sense of the word, it would be impossible to. And I don’t want to have to.

  But the man said it himself, “I don’t catch feelings,” and I’d be a fool to romanticize what we did.

  By running from Boston we’ve backed ourselves into a corner, and the only way out is straight through the shitstorm coming for us. But if we hadn’t run, we’d probably be dead.

  “Are you ready to turn back?”

  “Huh?” My head snaps toward him.

  “I asked if you wanted to head back.”

  “Sure.”

  We switch directions and I swipe the sweat from my forehead with my arm.

  “Want to talk about it, luv?”

  Shit. I should’ve known he’d realize something was on my mind. He seems to have me all figured out. But a man like Belfast would have to be good at reading people, or he wouldn’t survive for very long.

  “I was thinking about things I shouldn’t be.”

  “Like?” he presses.

  “How we’re going to make it out of this situation, one—alive, and two—alive.”

  He chuckles. “Georgia, I told you I’ll keep you safe—”

  “You keep yourself safe,” I interrupt. “I don’t care what you have to do to avoid being captured or killed—you do it. And don’t worry about me.”

  “That’s easy for you to say, but not so easy for me to do.”

  I stop running and he does the same. We turn to face each other and my hands clutch his arms. “Promise me you’ll do what I’ve asked.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Please.”

  “That’s not who I am, and you should know this about me by now. I’ll gladly take a bullet for you.”

  “Please, Brennan,” I implore him to agree.

  His eyes briefly close at my use of his first name. He swallows before meeting my gaze. “I promise.”

  I force my lips to curve into a smile to lighten the moment. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’ll race you.” I take off in the direction of the beach house with everything I’ve got, but it doesn’t take more than seconds for him to overtake me.

  He wraps his arms around me and lifts me
from my feet, spinning me around. When he sets me down, his lips press against mine for a soft, slow, grounding kiss. He holds my face gently in his hands, as if I’m as fragile as a dragonfly’s wing. Our lips part and he presses his forehead to mine.

  “Stay here with me, Georgie, in this moment. Sometimes forever isn’t as long as we want. The only time we have for sure is now.”

  Oh God. This man is so much deeper than I ever imagined.

  My eyelids lower to hide the sheen of tears gathering and I force out a whispered “okay.”

  His fingertips flutter like a soft whisper over my cheeks, and my hands cling to his forearms. I want to beg him not to ever let me go, but that would be selfish, and that’s not who I am.

  Just this once, I want to be selfish, dammit.

  I want to forget the rules and how it’s my job to enforce them. I want to throw caution to the wind and embrace every emotion this man inspires.

  And he’s right. We only have now, and I needed a nudge to remember that. I’m not sure if his reminder is the worst thing he could’ve said or the best. Being reminded we’re on borrowed time is heartbreaking but, at the same time, necessary.

  We’re like those star-crossed lovers I always scoff at in movies and books. I’m no different than the heroines in those stories. The same ones I laugh at and call weak for giving up or compromising their futures for a guy. Pot, meet kettle.

  Somehow, it doesn’t seem so outrageous now that I’m in the same situation.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Belfast

  “Is this legal?” Georgia questions, and I chuckle. She’s such a little rule follower, and even though I’m the opposite, I really like that about her. Then again, what don’t I like about her?

  I shovel more sand from the shallow hole. “Yeah, it is. As long as we keep the fire on the smaller size we’re all set.”

  “Okay, good. We don’t need to get on the local police department’s radar.”

  “No, ma’am, we don’t.” I drop the shovel and arrange some kindling inside the circular area I’ve dug out.