“I know. It steals time.”
“You’re so right! I stand there staring through it, then look at my watch and an hour has passed.”
“Exactly, but at the moment I’m glad it has you hooked. Please text me the names of the boats, and that reg number, or email them to me. Either is fine.”
“I’ll email them.”
“Anything else you can tell me?”
“There certainly is,” she said earnestly. “They didn’t stay more than twenty minutes or so, and they never lounged on the beach or went swimming.”
“Did you notice anything being carried from the boats, or anyone leaving with something they didn’t have when they arrived?”
“That’s the other thing, they unloaded crates and boxes, but a couple of times I saw them walking down to the water’s edge carrying plastic bags.”
Scott’s pulse ticked up. “Were they men or women?”
“Just men, sometimes there were two of them, sometimes three.”
“When did this start happening?”
“About a week ago, thought at first I didn’t pay any attention, but they kept coming back.”
“Thank you, Emily. You’re a star.”
“How long will you be here, Scott?”
“I’m not sure, but I’ll let you know.”
“Will I see you before you leave?” she asked hopefully.
“Probably, I’m with a friend and I’d like to take her on a scooter ride to the township.”
“You must, I’d love to see you. Will you stop in for coffee?”
“Of course,” he promised, not wanting to disappoint her. “I’m just not sure when.”
“Oh, good, I can’t wait.”
“Thanks again, Emily. Bye.”
“Goodbye, Scott.”
Ending the call, he quickly sent a text.
Frank,
Operation name: Justice.
I need eyes in the sky.
Look for 3 speedboats traveling together. I’ll have the names shortly, and the reg of one.
Heading back to the security room, he thought about the boat zipping past the yacht when he’d first arrived. Though he had an exceptional memory, he’d only glimpsed the vessel for a second, and the only thing that came to mind was a black streak running along the side. Walking in, he found Elizabeth peering through the telescope.
“See anything interesting?” he asked, moving up behind her and putting his arms around her waist.
“Not really, except those clouds coming in. They’re so ominous.”
“Elizabeth, when you left here and returned to Los Angeles, what was the information you gave Conchello?”
“A map showing the location of the least populated islands you’d pointed out, and my observations about the areas they were in.”
“Do you remember them?”
“I handed everything over to Jim, my boss at the DEA, but the map might still be in my phone. It’s in my bag. Oh, shit. The sim card.”
“Ah, right,” he muttered, taking her hand and leading her from the room. “Do you remember how many islands you recommended and where they were?”
“Uh… I think four or five. Why?”
“Emily just told me speedboats have been showing up here.”
“One zipped by us when we arrived.”
“I know. It had a black streak running along the side,” he remarked as they entered the bedroom. “I wish I’d paid more attention.”
“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“From what Emily just told me, they started appearing at the beach about the time you left L.A. If Conchello has been operating on an island you suggested, and he knows you’re down here, he might have decided to move house.”
“Oh, right.”
“I would if I were him.”
“But do you honestly think he’s moving to this island right under your nose?”
“It looks like he might be, but he doesn’t know I’m here, or anything about me.”
“But that’s crazy,” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe it.”
“One thing I’ve learned, Elizabeth, coincidences happen all the time.”
“Yes, they do,” she murmured, moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Irony is everywhere. With all the charters that can be found down here, I ended up with you, and look at us now. Lo and behold, I’m DEA undercover, and you’re with… what was it you said?”
He grinned. “I was in the Navy.”
“You’re no fun,” she retorted, punching his chest.
“Be careful, little girl.”
“I’m no little girl.”
“The hell you’re not. What do you weigh?”
“Never mind that. You said you were going to offer me a mental break.”
“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach.”
“Wow, that was romantic,” she quipped as he moved away and lowered the shades.
“Just do it.”
* * *
Peeling off her clothes as Scott disappeared into the bathroom, Elizabeth climbed on the bed and sank into the comfortable mattress. Closing her eyes, she thought about his theory. As ironic as it was, it made sense.
“Now that’s a lovely sight,” he declared, interrupting her pondering as he straddled her back.
“I was just thinking about Conchello.”
“As of this moment, no conversation about anything related to him, and you’ll do as you’re told. If you don’t,” he continued, sliding a sleep mask over her head, “I’ll spank you—hard—is that clear?”
“Yes, Captain,” she murmured breathlessly, a thrill rippling through her body.
An aromatic liquid spilled across her shoulders.
Lavender and vanilla.
As she inhaled the calming fragrance and let out a long, grateful sigh, he began kneading her tense muscles. His strong fingers massaged the knots in one area, then moved to another, slowly working their way down her back, sending her into a deep, tranquil state.
But reaching her backside, he lightly pinched her flesh with one hand, slipping the other between her legs and pushing a finger into her wet channel. Briefly shoving it in and out, he began to rub her clit. As she squirmed beneath him and tried to lift her hips, she was met with a hot swat, and he moved his hand away from her pussy to rub her thighs.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, his lips unexpectedly at her ear.
“It’s heaven, but I need… ooh… I need…”
“Say it,” he growled. “You need…?”
“I need you inside me, I need you kissing me and holding me.”
“What else?”
“Your hand on my tits, your mouth on my nipples.”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure you do, but you won’t feel any of those things,” he murmured, “until you learn how to please me. You do want to please me, don’t you, Elizabeth?”
“I do, more than anything.”
“Stay completely still and surrender to me.”
“I am surrendering to you.”
A hard smack blasted each cheek. “Wrong answer. Stay completely still and surrender to me.”
“Yes, Captain,” she panted, her heart racing.
As the slick oil spilled over her bottom and drooled into her crack, she suddenly realized what was about to happen…
Chapter 11
While Scott admired Elizabeth’s strong-mindedness, courage, and fortitude, those same qualities could land her in trouble. The unpredictable days ahead would be perilous. If he was to keep her safe, she needed to be under his strict control. Sheathing his stiffened cock, he stretched out beside her and moved his hand over her upturned backside. “There can be no question I’m in charge,” he declared sternly, delivering several quick, hard slaps.
“Ow, I already know that.”
“Excuse me?”
She paused. “Yes, Captain.”
“Let’s find out if those are just words,” he muttered, sliding his fingers into her crack
. “Am I in charge?” he demanded, tickling her rosebud with his thumb, then pressing it forward. “Will you do as you’re told?”
Gasping, she buried her face in the pillows.
“Yes or no, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, Captain, I will, I promise.”
“Take a deep breath and give in. You need to trust me.”
“I do,” she whimpered. “I trust you with my life.”
“Then show me. Do as I say.”
He rolled her on her side, and as she sucked in the air and slowly exhaled, he placed his cock against her forbidden opening. She let out a strange mewling sound, but clutching her breasts with one hand, he slid the other down to her pussy, and prodding his way inside the tight, dark portal, he rubbed her clit as he began to gently thrust.
He felt her sink into the moment.
Her sublime surrender, and the seraphic feel of her lewd channel, sent fresh energy pulsing through his loins. Listening to her moans and savoring the lascivious sex, he stroked with greater gusto, but as she unexpectedly squirmed and begged for faster, harder thrusts, he suddenly felt the onset of his climax. Slowing his fervent pumping, he continued to massage her clit and knead her fleshy mounds.
“Your body is mine now,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her ear. “Can you feel it?”
“I can,” she panted, writhing as he tried to hold her still. “I’m yours to use however you want.”
“You’ll obey me without question,” he continued, aggressively agitating her clit. “Isn’t that right, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“To please you,” she gasped.
“And to serve me,” he added, sharply pinching her nipples.
“Yes, Sir, and to serve you. Please, may I come?”
“Not yet,” he replied softly, lifting his finger from her clit and cupping her pussy. “Don’t move.”
“Ooh, but I need to,” she bleated, placing her hand over his and urging it to continue.
“You just promised to obey me,” he scolded, roughly tweaking a nipple, evoking a loud squeal. “Do I need to stop what we’re doing and redden your ass?”
“No, please, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t move.”
Staying buried inside her and holding her tightly, he let the quiet seconds tick by, then began to pump with slow, measured strokes.
“You can come at will, but when you feel you’re about to explode, tell me.”
“Ooh, thank you, Captain.”
Returning his finger to her pussy and rubbing her swollen clit, he clutched her breasts, ready to accelerate when she was on the brink. Closing his eyes, he marveled at their hot chemistry.
Their connection was unique.
She wanted and needed his strength and authority.
He adored her spunky spirit and her soft, feminine surrender.
“Now, Sir? Please? Now?”
Her desperate plea breaking into his thoughts, he quickened his pace.
“Give it to me,” he growled. “It’s mine, give it to me.”
As she let out a series of euphoric cries, powerful convulsions shuddered through his body, exhilarating waves evoking groan after groan, until finally dissipating, they left him breathless and his heart thumping.
* * *
For long, glorious minutes Elizabeth nestled in Scott’s arms. Even as he slipped from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom she continued to doze. But a muted buzzing sent a crinkle across her brow. Sighing contentedly, she slowly opened her eyes. Standing over her, Scott was staring at his phone wearing a dark frown.
“Scott, what’s wrong?”
“There are two guys on the yacht,” he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You’re kidding? Does Dan know it’s your boat? Maybe he brought in some help to find me.”
“It could be opportunistic.”
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” she asked. “Is there much crime like that down here?”
“Some, and I like to keep an open mind. Regardless, I need to get photographs.”
“From this far away?”
“I have a powerful camera,” he replied, hastily pulling on his shorts. “It will give me sharper details than the video.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Though desperate for a shower, she quickly dressed, and they hurried back to the security room.
“Look through the telescope. See if you can make out the name or reg number on their boat,” he ordered, opening the folding plantation doors.
Walking swiftly to the window and peering into the lens, she could see a speedboat, but the wind from the approaching storm whipping up the sea had caused significant chop.
“I can see the writing, but the water’s rough and the boat’s moving around. Hang on… I think it’s Zelda,” she declared as Scott strode past carrying an impressive camera with an extended zoom lens. “Holy crap. That looks like something you’d see on the sidelines of a football game.”
“This would give them a run for their money,” he replied, opening the sliding glass door and stepping outside.
A blast of wind blew through the room, but he moved confidently to the edge of the patio.
She was tempted to join him, but with the naked eye there was little to see. Returning to the telescope, she watched the two men struggling to climb off the yacht and into their bouncing boat. They looked awkward and inexperienced.
Her heart suddenly leapt.
“I suspect Dan discovered my yacht is registered to my sailing school,” Scott declared, walking back inside and closing the patio door. “It’s easy to trace ownership here.”
“Scott,” she exclaimed urgently, “one of those guys—I know him.”
“From the mansion in L.A.?”
“No, no, I can’t believe this! Shit! He’s an agent like me. He works for Jim, my boss. His name is David Clark.”
“You didn’t know he was embedded with Conchello down here?”
“That’s just it, he’s not. Jim said he was sent to New York. This is crazy.”
Placing the camera on the desk, Scott put his hands on his hips and stared at the floor.
“Scott? What are you thinking?”
“How close to the beach rental did you hide your bag with the money?”
“The money wasn’t in the bag. It was in a metal briefcase. I paid the manager of a nearby hotel to keep it in his safe. It was too risky to have it at the cottage, and there was no way I was about to stash it in the bushes.”
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “Elizabeth, if the money with the tracker wasn’t with you, or near you, how did Dan know where you were?”
“I have no idea. The only person who knew my whereabouts was—”
“Your boss, Jim,” Scott interjected.
An icy chill shuddered through her body.
“I’m feeling all prickly,” she mumbled, a wave of nausea washing over her. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Hastily stepping forward, he pulled her into his arms.
“No, I can’t believe it,” she whispered, scorching heat searing the back of her throat. “The failed raid, Manny’s death, is it all because of Jim?”
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth, it’s the only explanation.”
“Then… he must be working for Conchello,” she mumbled, clutching Scott tightly. “Jim didn’t send me down here to keep me safe and look for evidence against Conchello. He sent me here to have me killed.”
“You must remember Conchello is the puppet master,” Scott said grimly. “He’s the one pulling the strings. If he wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be here. Dan, and apparently Jim too, are working for him, but there’s no telling what they know about each other, or the orders they’re following.”
She slowly pulled back and nodded her head. “You’re right, but it doesn’t alter the fact that Jim isn’t the brave, honest, wonderful man I’ve admired. He’s a treacherous bastard.”
* * *
Scott knew all about betrayal.
The bitter pill.
Easy to choke on, but once swallowed, it burned in the gut with a white-hot heat. Blinding rage followed, causing errors in judgment and maddening hours of self-doubt.
“Weren’t you worried leaving the cash in a hotel?” he asked, wanting to distract Elizabeth from the hellish news.
“What?”
“The money,” he repeated. “Weren’t you worried about leaving it?”
“Not as much as I would have been keeping it in the cottage, and I didn’t want to carry the case everywhere I went.”
“Tell me about this case.”
“Before I left L.A., I put the money in a security briefcase. Being in covert ops for the Navy you might even know what I’m talking about. It’s impossible to smash, the locks are hidden, and it interferes with any kind of GPS device.”
“The Trident?”
“That’s the one, it’s great, but it looks like what it is, a case made for carrying valuables. I didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention on my way to your boat, so I transferred the money back into my regular bag.”
“Smart girl. Where’s the case now?”
“In a dumpster—Scott!”
“What?”
“I just realized… that’s why Dan kept coming back to your boat. I texted Jim and told him I was with you. He must have passed it on. They are working together.”
“Ah, yes, and that’s why he was so persistent,” Scott muttered with a grimace.
“Fuck,” she hissed, tears brimming and her fingers curling into fists. “I’m suddenly really, really angry—I mean, like, anger I’ve never felt before.”
“Hey, look at me,” he said firmly, cupping her chin and tilting her head up. “Focus on how lucky you are to be alive, not only alive, but with me, a guy who has you in a safehouse and is now—officially—your personal bodyguard. Together we can outwit these bastards.”
“You really think so?” she managed, her face crumpling as she stared up at him. “I can’t see how…”
“I understand what you’re feeling,” he continued, recognizing the self-doubt already seeping through her. “When we’re victims of treachery, it smashes the very foundation of everything we believed to be true, and we start to lose confidence. You just learned the man you trusted with your life is actually your enemy.”
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