“What happened?” Darren softly asked after ushering Alanna into the living room. He looked her up and down then saw the bruise. “Where did you get that?”
Alanna shook her head, signaling to him that she didn’t want to talk about it. He left the room to get some ice from the fridge and came back holding it in a bag. He slipped it onto her bruise and sat down across from her.
“Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?” he asked.
“No,” Alanna sniffled. She stood up and went to the bathroom with her bag. It was about time that she changed her hair color.
Darren stood outside her door and listened to her grunts and moans as she mixed colors and put the goo in her hair. Alanna was still a mystery to him, something so beautiful, yet held such danger and wonder. He was determined to figure her out even though it would probably take him the rest of his life.
Waiting the full hour and a half it took her to finish the new coloring, Darren was ready to fall asleep. The door creaked open, and he immediately shot up. Alanna stood in front of him, her hair a deep shade of purple instead of that glowing red, dripping wet. She limped past him back to her couch.
“You look different,” Darren said.
“Go away,” Alanna retorted.
“I don’t mean it’s a bad thing. I like it, actually,” he replied.
“Just leave me alone,” she said, exhausted. Darren walked over to her couch and picked her up in his arms then carried her into his room to lay her on the bed. “What are you doing?” Alanna asked.
“You need a better place to sleep with that bruise. My bed is far more comfortable than the couch,” he answered.
“No, I can’t,” she said, sitting up and trying to get away.
“I’ll sleep on the couch. Just take it, please,” Darren almost begged.
Alanna stared at his sympathetic blue eyes and instantly began to cry. She turned away, wishing that he would leave her alone. She didn’t need his constant gentleness tempting her to tell him who she really was.
“Why are you crying?” he softly asked, his hand brushing through her hair softly.
Alanna cried harder, unable to take it anymore. Her heart was ready to burst, and she finally cracked. “I can’t take it anymore!” she cried. “I’m sick of living a lie. I have to tell you the truth. My full name is Alanna Roberts. I’m not a drug dealer.” Darren sighed in relief. “I’m a CIA agent.”
“What?” his heart immediately began to pound.
“I’m not watching you or anything. Don’t worry. I’m actually watching Vladimir Bronnikov, the Russian mob boss. He’s trying to smuggle a nuclear warhead into Russia and is willing to pay anyone a very hefty sum of money to do it for him. He’s holding my brother hostage, and the ransom is an easy way out,” Alanna explained. “The other day when I ran into your limo, I was running away from his goons. Vladimir was hot on my tail because he knew I was CIA.”
“And he’s holding your brother because he wants to get back at you for foiling his plan,” Darren summed up.
“Yeah. That’s why I’ve been crying. Tonight was supposed to be the night we got my brother out of there, but everything was fucked up because his goons showed up and started shooting at us. I almost lost six of my men and was hit by a stray bullet in the chest. That’s why I have the bruise,” she kept explaining. “And that’s not all. Because I pulled a stupid move, my superior, Rogers, has suspended me. I’m stuck sitting on the sidelines while he fucks around with a new team that doesn’t have a clue as to what’s going on. I can’t let him do this because I want to see my brother alive by the time this mission is over.” Alanna started crying again.
Darren wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his chest. “I’ve got my own confession to make,” he whispered. “My real name is Darren Hayes.”
“I know,” Alanna mumbled. “Destiny told me.”
“Oh, really?” Darren asked.
“Yeah, and I’m not angry that you lied to me. I know you were only protecting yourself. So was I.”
They pulled away from each other. Darren finally knew what had been bugging her, but there was still that hint of mystery that remained. Looking into her eyes, he knew that was still something she was hiding, something much deeper and darker than the fact that she was a CIA agent.
Alanna could feel her heart racing. She never expected to be wrapped in the arms of the one man that had been roaming in her fantasies since she was in college. Darren had been so soft and gentle; she easily crumbled beneath his warm gaze. Her hand made its way to his face and ran through his hair. His majestic blue eyes closed, making him vulnerable. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Darren’s eyes shot open when he felt Alanna’s lips pressing up against his. She pulled away and stared back innocently. She smiled as he moved in for another kiss. He could feel her lips burning with passion as the kiss became deeper and longer. Her hands pulled up his shirt and ran over his chest. His own hands began to roam her body as the room heated up.
Alanna pulled Darren’s shirt over his head. His kisses fell on the exposed parts of her body as she surrendered to him. His hand gently unclipped and pulled off her bra, exposing her firm, supple breasts. She could feel his lips slowly making a path down her body beginning at her lips and moving down to her neck, her collarbone, the cleft between her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, and finally, the rim of her pants. She lay helpless, her hands running through his hair as she waited for him to pull them off.
“Darren,” Alanna moaned as his hand slipped below the waistline of her pants and gently began to remove her pants. His other hand stroked her breast as she quivered in tense excitement. Darren knew what he was doing to her, and it felt good. She was completely beneath his spell, ready and willing. With her pants off and the rest of her body completely exposed to the elements, he moved back to her lips and kissed her again.
“Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear. “Slow and passionately.”
“I will,” he replied, holding her close as if he’d never let her go. Alanna pulled off his pants and threw them to the floor. Nothing stood between them now, just bare flesh and desire. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her, his tongue gently exploring the velvety softness of hers. Moving away, he made his way back to her neck, softly nibbling on her collarbone as she squirmed beneath him. She groaned, unable to take the teasing any longer.
Darren pulled away, feeling her become tense. His weary eyes started at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied. Her seductive baby blues narrowed as a devious smile appeared on her face. Alanna pushed him down, her hands entwining with his as her lips came down on his chest. He groaned with satisfaction as she took over the dominating role. Her hands moved up and down his body, exploring him, finding his strengths and weaknesses.
He chuckled as her nails glazed his stomach. She moved down his chest to his navel, tracing circles over his skin. His hands filtered through her still wet shoulder length purple hair, tenderly pulling it as her lips reached his thighs. He groaned, waiting, praying that she’d stop her torturous ways and let him slip into her.
“You like that,” she whispered. All he could do was nod. She flashed that devilish smile again as her hand pressed up against his abdomen. He swallowed hard. “How about this?” she asked, her hand gliding further down until it wrapped around his erection. He let out a labored breath.
“Ohhh, don’t do this to me, please,” Darren begged as his head rolled back onto the pillow.
“You know you want it though,” Alanna replied, lowering herself so she hovered just above it.
“Yesss,” he hissed. She smiled as her tongue made contact with his tip.
She sucked his shaft, moaning
as she tasted him, teasing him to the point where he could barely breathe. He
grabbed the bed sheets and held on tight as she pulled away. She made her way
back to his face and looked into his eyes. Beads of sweat had formed all over
his body.
“Just like that?” she asked. He nodded, pulling her in for a savage kiss
as he flipped her over so he was on top once again.
He held her down, his lips falling on her abdomen and moving lower until
he reached the soft, delicate skin between her legs. She barely moved as his
tongue slipped over it, but as he moved deeper, she could feel her body convulse
as he licked her clit.
“Oh, God! Darren!” Alanna moaned, sitting up. She placed her hand on
his head and moved him to exactly where she wanted to be touched. Her body became
rigid as she took in laborious breaths, hoping that she wouldn’t climax so early
on in the game, but with her muscles tightening as he thrust in and out of her,
she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him. “I want you in me, now!” she screamed.
Darren pulled away and did what he was asked without hesitation. There
was a fine line he had been walking on, and it was about time that he crossed
it. He pulled himself over her body and held her down again as he slipped his
throbbing erection into her.
Alanna gasped, a wave of pleasure and pain coming over her. It had been so long since she had felt a man deep within her. Her legs wrapped around him as their bodies began to sway. They both kissed softly and tenderly as they danced together, their hips grinding slowly, dipping, then, moving faster as they were on the edge of ecstasy.
Darren pulled Alanna into him closer and guided his pelvis so he could thrust into her faster. He was caressing her breasts with his tongue, savaging her mouth with his passionate kiss and letting his hand loose in her glorious hair, the other hand staying on one supple hip as he guided her.
They were both so sexually excited and moaning, dripping with sweat, their bodies iron-hard with desire and tension. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, Darren, Darren, Darren, Darren, Darren!” Alanna screamed as she climaxed.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Darren howled right along with her. They collapsed, panting, onto the bed and Darren leaned heavily against her. He was unable to move, unable to breathe. The experience had been so wild and unexpected that all his mind could do was think about it.
“That was incredible,” Alanna whispered as she held him and ran her fingers through his hair.
Darren finally took in a long awaited breath as he looked up at her and nodded. His cheek rested on her abdomen once more as his eyes closed and he fell asleep. Alanna pulled the covers over his cooling body and kissed his forehead before falling asleep herself.
* * *
Darren awoke the next morning, his cheek still resting on the soft skin of Alanna’s belly and his arm wrapped around her waist. He looked up at her, blinking, his vision a little blurry.
“Good morning,” she said, her hand running through his hair.
“It wasn’t a dream,” he softly mumbled as a smile appeared on his face.
“No, it wasn’t,” Alanna answered. She pulled him in for a soft kiss. “See, it’s real.”
Darren smiled as he rested his head beneath her chin. “This has definitely been a strange experience. I barely know you, yet I have sex with you. I want to get to know you, but I’m afraid you’ll leave before I even get the chance,” he said.
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
“I want to know why I can’t figure you out. I want your story, from beginning to end,” Darren answered.
“Well, I’m going to warn you, it’s really long.”
“That’s okay. I’ll sit and listen for as long as it takes.”
“Okay, I was born in Moscow, Russia on January 18th, 1976, five whole years after my brother, Dmitri. My mother was Spanish and my father was Russian. That’s how I learned both languages along with English.
“I never really knew my father because he was KGB and never stayed home long enough to spend time with his kids. He left when I was five and we moved to London soon after. I never knew why he left or why my mother moved us to London. It was just so fast and unexpected.
“My mother became an MI6 agent, and soon she was off on missions, leaving my brother to take care of me. She died when I was thirteen in a raid, and my brother was stuck raising me alone. We moved to San Francisco with the money she left us, and soon I was going to school and dreaming about becoming a special agent myself because I remembered the stories my mother told me about her missions in far away, majestic places.
“After I graduated high school, I joined my brother at Quantico. He was also training to be a special agent. He was in the middle of his training when I joined him. He didn’t want me to become an agent, but when I have my heart set on something, I go for it until I get it. After we both graduated from Quantico, the CIA recruited us since we were at the top of our classes.”
“How did you and Destiny meet?” Darren interrupted.
“That’s right, Destiny. Well, we shared a dorm room through all four years and she became my mission leader. My brother, Destiny, and I were all put on the Vladimir Bronnikov mission together because we could speak Russian fluently. She left about two years into the mission because things between her and my superior, Rogers, started to get sour. I became the head agent, and she moved to Australia, apparently met Daniel there, fell in love, and is now getting married, which I find so sweet even though my own relationships have never been any good.”
“What do you mean?” Darren questioned.
“Well, I’ve only been in love once, and that ended so quickly, I almost wanted to kill myself,” Alanna replied.
“Did you find him cheating on you?”
“No, I found him dead on me.” Darren gasped as Alanna continued to explain.
“His name was Sebastian, and he was
this sweet Greek boy in my team. I fell in love with him almost instantly. We
dated for six months before making love, and the day after, we were sent on
a mission. He was in front of me, protecting me from gunfire when he was shot
in the neck. He fell onto me and I tried everything to save him, but it was
too late. I haven’t fallen in love, let alone dated since then. I’ve always
been afraid that something like that would happened to my next boyfriend.”
Darren wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his chest. She
softly kissed his chin and whispered, “I don’t want you to die on me either,”
Alanna wept as she held onto him, unable to let go.