His hand tightened around mine as I closed my eyes, ascending toward the clouds.
***
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of a woman’s voice, along with Wesley’s. The jet moved so smoothly, I didn’t hear anything but the soft wind rushing past it.
“Anything else I can get for you, Mr. Black? Water? Scotch?”
“No.” He turned to me. “I think Mia and I will be fine for the rest of the flight. I’ll let you know if we need anything. Please, let the other attendant know we don’t want to be disturbed.”
She nodded, her eyes kind. “Of course, sir. You and Ms. Mia will have all the privacy you need.” She walked off, sliding the curtain closed behind her.
Wesley slowly unclasped his seat belt, moving to kneel before me. When he unclasped mine, the blanket fell away, his hands pushing my gown around my thighs.
“I wasn’t kidding, Mia. Your teasing needs to be addressed.”
His hands traced the line of my panties, diving in to cup me, his finger slowly rubbing my clit. My hands gripped the sides of the chair to silence my moans, but when his fingers expertly slid my panties to the side and dove into my channel, I screeched, growing wetter as I watched his talented fingers work me to my peak.
He suddenly pulled his hand away, sticking his fingers into his mouth, sucking my wetness off them. His eyes filled with lust.
“Lift up, baby,” he instructed, then slid my panties down my thighs. He pulled my legs apart and licked his lips. Gripping my calves, he pulled me lower in the chair.
I looked toward the curtain, my embarrassment of the attendants being so close fading when I felt his tongue invade my core. I gripped the chair, trying to force down my moans.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Mmm…”
I groaned when he lifted his head and crushed his mouth to mine. His tongue plunged inside as he reached between us to tease my clit.
“I think we should move this into the bedroom,” he whispered. “I want to make sure I don’t miss a single part of you.”
I nodded, allowing him to lead me the short distance. I climbed onto the bed, lifting my silk nightgown over my head, letting it fall onto the floor.
He slid the door closed behind him, his gaze promising me a night I wouldn’t forget. He stepped out of the uniform he wore, revealing his glorious chest, leading down to his defined abs. He kept his briefs on, covering what I missed the most. When he noticed me staring, he stepped out of those, too, then placed his knee on the bed and crawled toward me.
His large frame hovered over mine. He used one of his hands to gently pry my thighs apart, situating himself between them, his large length sliding against my opening.
I rested my head against the pillow and reached for his cock, gently stroking it, then guiding him into me. The girth and length of him caused me to moan in ecstasy.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, scooting us closer to the headboard. The feeling of him slowly moving in and out of me brought me sensations only he could give.
He smiled, using the arm around my waist to pull me further under him, thrusting deeper, gaining momentum. When he suddenly slowed and pulled out, I groaned at the feeling of loss, but when he thrust back in, he filled the void.
He placed his left hand on the headboard to support his weight while he moved the other down to my clit, his fingers rubbing over it, causing me to buck against him.
“Let go, shy girl,” he whispered, thrusting deeper. “I’ve got you.”
I gave in. My body spasming, my pussy clutching around his cock.
He moaned as he exploded inside of me, his weight heavy but welcome when he slowly fell against my chest. His lips crashed against mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open. Our tongues tangled and danced as our bodies wound down from the strength of our release.
He slowly crawled off me, pulling my back against his chest as he lips brushed over my neck.
Before sleep took over, I thought about his words. I’ve got you, Mia. Three words bubbled up to the tip of my tongue. I knew saying them would make me a fool, but with the strength of our attraction, I could forgive him for being dragged into a world of crime. Especially if he was given no choice. After all, he saved me, and he was a victim just like I was.
“I love you, Wesley,” I whispered, turning to face him, our bodies pressing together.
My leg found its way over his hip as he pulled me closer. The moment said so much. It made me remember our first time together. The comfort. The strange familiarity. This man had me before I even noticed him. Our attraction was destined. It was so illicit, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. The knowledge didn’t scare me. It didn’t cause me to push away. It didn’t make me fear him. Instead, it made words form that I should’ve been ashamed of, considering everything that had happened. The honesty poured out as my lips brushed over his.
“I’ve loved you ever since you saved me ten years ago. Ever since you allowed me to live,” I admitted, kissing him again.
He stilled, his lips leaving mine. He gazed so deeply into my soul, I looked away.
“I love you, too, Mia. I’m willing to walk away from everything that’s destined to me. Everything that’s haunted me my entire life. I’m taking you away from all of this. I promise you.”
I closed my eyes, knowing this man would protect me. Knowing he would risk his life a thousand times to save me. I disregarded everything that had happened and suggested something I knew would answer the unspoken questions surrounding us. I did want a happily ever after, and it appeared this deliciously flawed man could give me the closest thing to it. Or at least our own twisted version.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s go and never come back.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wesley
I HELD MIA IN my arms as the jet smoothly flew through the air. Her eyes were closed, her hair lying over her face. I was determined to protect the one secret that would break her and tear us apart.
***
Ten years ago
My men stepped out of the SUVs, not expecting tonight to be different. My father called it in, his orders precise.
“Kill him, Wesley. When you dispose of the body, make sure he’s untraceable. That’s important.”
I placed my cell phone into my pocket, signaling the men to move forward. The large home stood out from the rest. The single gate would be welcoming to some, but not men like us. Ones who committed crimes regularly.
I stood back while one of the men accessed the gate. It opened quietly, nothing alerting the neighbors to our intentions. We left the gate open, planning for this to only take ten minutes.
“Do you see any lights on?” Michael asked, walking through the gate first. “It looks pretty dark in there for someone who’s home.”
I looked at the house. “I’m sure he’s in there. It’s late. Maybe they turned in early.”
Michael nodded. “Okay, Wes. Let’s get this over with.”
Masks covering our faces, I followed the men into the house after one of them quickly pried the door open. Most of the lights were turned off, except for one in a room upstairs. A few men crept up the stairs. I heard a scream, then the men emerged from the room, holding a woman at gunpoint, her robe barely closed, her eyes filled with fear.
“He’s not here, sir,” one of the men said. “We’ll check all the rooms, but she claims to be the only one in the house.”
I looked at her pleading face and felt sympathy, regret. She was innocent, her husband nowhere in sight.
“Who are you?” she asked, trying to break free from two of my men. “Why are you here?”
We remained silent while I made a phone call to my father. He answered instantly.
“Is it done?” he pressed. “Tell me Fredrick Hall is dead, Wesley. It’s the only thing acceptable from this job.”
I held up my hand for the men to wait as I walked to the other side of the house. When I made it to the back door, it opened. Green eyes met mine. I quickly brought my gun u
p to point at the girl, who stopped with a gasp. She looked to be only fifteen, naturally beautiful, large, almond-shaped eyes wide behind thick glasses.
I held the phone to my ear, continuing to listen to my father, my gun pointed at the girl, motioning for her to move inside the closet.
“We don’t have room for mistakes, Wesley. Treat this like your life depends on it. Because if Fredrick makes it out alive, we will all have hell to pay.”
When the girl didn’t move, I gestured to the closet again, more insistent this time. She obeyed, tears forming in her eyes, the closet door closing right before Michael walked around the corner.
“There’s no one else here. Did you see anyone?” Michael asked. “Otherwise, we need to get out of here.”
More men came up behind him. I shook my head, explaining the situation to my father.
“Fredrick isn’t here. Only his wife,” I informed him, walking back toward the stairs, the girl still on my mind. “What do you suggest we do?”
Stinson hesitated a moment. “I spoke with Alek a few minutes before you called. He informed me if Fredrick wasn’t there, taking something from him will be enough. Kill his wife and frame him for it.”
I swallowed. “That isn’t why we’re here, Stinson. We have morals, rules.”
“No, Wesley,” he replied regretfully. “Throw your morals out the window. And I want witnesses saying you’re the one who pulled the trigger.”
When he hung up, I placed my cell back into my pocket and walked up the stairs. I paused in front of the woman.
“Take her into the bathroom,” I instructed, trying to get her as far away as I could from her teenage daughter.
I followed the men into the bathroom. They placed her into the claw foot tub, her body shaking in fear, tears streaming down her face.
“Don’t…,” she pleaded. “Please…”
I quickly pulled the trigger.
After the woman took her last breath, my men staged the scene to frame her husband and cleaned up our tracks before I led them away from the young girl I chose to spare.
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