He keyed the ear piece. “Diablo, this is Buccaneer, do you copy?”
After several seconds, Zack responded, “Go.”
“I’m in. Where’s our friend?”
“He’s busy. Do your thing. I’ll let you know if he moves. Diablo out.”
“Copy that. Buccaneer out.”
“Sexy spy talk or was that sexy criminal talk? Either way, you’re turning me on.”
“You didn’t hear that.” Colin approached the large walk-in closet in the spare bedroom of the large suite. He strolled through the door noting the closet was bigger than the room where he’d spent his childhood. Beneath a carpet square in the center of the space was the floor safe. “You don’t know that I’m a spy or a criminal.”
“It’s a good guess.”
Colin kneeled in the closet next to where he knew the safe resided.
“Either way, will you keep a look out for me?”
“Sure.”
He used the combination they’d acquired from an illegal hack of the hotel’s security system. “Laurie, hand me the flashlight up there on the wall.”
She gave him a quizzical look before a sudden frown creased her brows. “How soon they forget?”
“What?”
“I’m Rachel, remember?”
He shook his head feigning confusion as if distracted by his task. “Right. Rachel.” He grinned. “I knew that. I was just testing you.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps because my name isn’t really Tommy.”
Rachel smiled and licked her lips. “Whatever your name is, I just hope you haven’t forgotten your skills in bed.”
“Not a chance.” And certainly not since last night, he thought and tucked away the unease about her not commenting about being with him only yesterday. Intimately.
She turned away and positioned herself against the frame of the door. One shapely hip leaned against the trim, ostensibly to keep watch for Salerno. He shook his head and stopped thinking about how lovely her ass was. She sidetracked him. He should be grateful that she wasn’t staring at him while he worked.
For some reason, Colin didn’t want her to watch him commit felony safecracking and robbery, regardless of the fact that Salerno was the worst scum-sucking criminal he’d ever personally encountered and completely devoid of any humanity in his dealings with others. Colin had watched Salerno kill more than one innocent in the name of personal commerce.
After several seconds she said, “Hurry up. I’d like to test out the nice comfy-looking bed in here.”
He frowned. “Quit teasing me. We can’t mess up the sheets or they’d know we were here. First rule of the spy business darlin’, avoid detection at all costs.”
“Duh. I knew that. Maybe I was just testing you.” She crossed her arms and leaned a slim shoulder against the door. “That’s why you’ll have to bend me over the easy chair to fuck me.”
His mouth fell open a little before he could stop it. He snapped his lips shut as his cock twitched to life. Colin managed a smile. “I’ll hurry,” he whispered, his voice husky with lust. They didn’t have time to do anything over an easy chair. Did they?
Colin entered the final number of the stolen combination on the keypad and opened the floor safe’s heavy metal door.
Inside the small safe were several valuable items, but not as much as Colin would have expected. Salerno usually had several scams going on at the same time.
He perused the contents and grabbed the signet ring he was here to steal, then placed it in the small inner pocket of his jacket. He also grabbed a two-inch stack of bearer bonds worth ten thousand dollars and stuck them in the other inner jacket pocket made especially for document-sized items.
The two stacks of cash in hundreds went into his outer pockets and the antique pocket watch and a huge diamond engagement ring were shoved into his pants pocket.
“Are you done yet?”
“Why? Is someone coming?” Colin rose ready to fight and flee.
“No. But I’d like to.”
Colin laughed and closed the safe with a loud snick. “So when would you like to come?”
“Now.” She looked over her shoulder from the closet door and smiled seductively.
Colin strode over to her as she turned to face him. They collided in the center of the closet grabbing each other for another ferocious kiss. He slid one arm around her back and pressed her hips forward into his fully erect cock. Cupping one breast he flicked a pebbled nipple with his thumb. Her hands on the move as well, grabbed his ass and ground into him.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since Columbia.” Her whispered confession gave him mental pause.
They kissed or rather they devoured each other as visions of having her bent over an easy chair danced in his brain. There was no denying he wanted her, whatever name she went by.
His rational brain pondered the strangeness of Laurie versus Rachel. He’d been with Laurie last night. Twenty-four hours ago he’d had his mouth buried in her pussy contentedly licking her clit. If he were to ask, he suspected Rachel would either deny or pretend she didn’t remember this auspicious event.
There were other differences. Where Laurie was shy, Rachel was brazen. As if to illustrate his silent point, she grabbed his cock and squeezed. He groaned and slid his hand from her lower spine to her ass.
She pulled away but her hand remained fastened to the front of his pants. “Follow me.”
“Anywhere.”
Rachel backed out of the closet pulling him along by his rampant erection. He was so turned on it was a wonder his cock hadn’t already unzipped his pants from the inside.
The bed came into his line of vision first, but she led him to a low-backed side chair facing the bed. It was the perfect height for what she had in mind. She didn’t stop moving until her hips landed on the chair back.
She grinned, released her grip on his cock and started to turn around but Colin stopped her. “So I’m dying to know—”
“What?” She already sounded out of breath and his cock bobbed in delight.
“Are you wearing panties for this evening’s activities?”
“What do you think?”
“I think if you are, you won’t be for long.”
“Perhaps you should...” she laughed and wiggled her hips against him, “discover for yourself.”
Colin grinned. The front slit in her dress wasn’t as provocatively pronounced as in Columbia but worked well for his hunting purposes. He parted the fabric’s opening, and slid his hands around her silky outer thighs. Never breaking eye contact, he pushed the dress towards her waist, bunching it over his forearms. Fingertips scaling north, he eventually encountered her smooth naked butt cheeks. He cupped each and squeezed softly. Sliding his fingers around the front to explore, he brushed a small silk triangle covering her mound.
Further groping of her bikini area gave him the information he sought. He grinned once he identified her panties of choice.
A thong.
“Ah. I see you’ve thrown me a minor challenge this time.” He slid a long finger underneath the edge and easily tested the wetness level of her pussy by inserting his finger as deep as he could. She moaned and smiled as he pumped his finger in and out a couple of times. She was soaked. Perfect. He removed his hand from between her legs, brought the digit to his mouth and licked his finger wet with her creamy delectable essence as she watched.
“Umm. Delicious.”
Her eyes slid shut halfway and she licked her lips. She pushed him away and fell to her knees before he could even think the words ‘blow job’, let alone say them. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, fished through the top of his boxers and had his cock out before he could blink. She had his hard dick in her mouth before his eyes opened again. Her tongue danced around the tip before she closed her lips around the swollen pulsing head. He grunted when she sucked him deeper.
Colin placed his hands on the chair back to keep his balance as she pulled his cock out
only to suck him in deeper.
“Jesus, that feels incredible.”
Her head tilted back. She pulled him forward with her mouth still suctioned on to his dick and rested the back of her head against the chair too. With her head resting, she put her hands on his hips and leveraged his cock in and out of her hot mouth. After the third time he moved his own hips, effectively fucking her mouth. The very thought almost made him come. His toes curled to hold off the inevitable for a second.
As much as he enjoyed her mouth, he wanted to slide his cock into her tight body.
His gravelly voice managed, “You promised to bend over the chair.”
She pulled off with a pop, laughed out loud and stood. “So I did.” Her lipstick was smeared. He looked down. There was lipstick on his cock.
“Jesus,” he whispered closing his eyes in bliss.
“Tell me you’re one of those guys that carries a condom in his wallet at all times.”
He reached to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “I’m one of those guys that carries a condom in his wallet at all times.”
“Perfect. Perhaps your call sign should be Boy Scout instead of Buccaneer.”
“Trust me, I’m no Boy Scout.”
“Good.”
Colin pulled the foil packet out of his wallet and she snagged it from him. He returned his wallet to its home in his pants as she tore open the packet with her teeth and sheathed him in latex. Looking down, he saw the stain of her lipstick beneath the protection.
“You are, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” Well, technically one of two.
Grinning, he turned her around, lifted her dress bunching it at her waist. He squatted and slid her thong to the floor one-handed. Planting a brief kiss on her butt, Colin stood again ready for pleasure. She bent over the back of the chair offering her perfect ass to his view. She stepped one foot out of her panties and widened her stance. Colin grabbed his cock with one hand and her ass with the other.
He inserted his dick inside her pussy an inch and paused to relish the glorious feeling of sex. Impatient, she immediately shot her hips backwards and three more inches of his cock disappeared inside her body as he watched.
“I want you deeper.”
“Give me a second, darlin’. I don’t want to bruise you.”
She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder, her expression displayed disbelief. “For God’s sake, I’m not some prissy little virgin. Fuck me, already.” Her hips wiggled impatiently to punctuate her request.
He thrust himself deep inside her heat and watched her reaction. “Yes.” She grinned. “More.” She turned and bent forward over the chair. “Harder.”
Colin captured her hips and drove his cock as deep as he could. She let out a small shriek of pleasure. From the cushion of the chair where her face was planted, he heard, “Harder, damn it.”
The smell of her arousal wafted past his nose and he pulled his hips back not quite leaving her body before slamming forward into her tight core again. He soon set a hard and fast rhythm then slid his fingers around the front of her thigh to rub her clit.
She jumped when he reached his tactile target and sexy moaning ensued from the seat of the chair. The sounds of her cries of pleasure were taking a toll on his limited control. He wanted to come. He wanted her to come first.
The fingers that brushed rapidly across her clit were drenched. He wanted to bury his face between her legs again wondering if they had time. He pounded his cock into her wanting to send her over the edge.
“Come for me, darlin’. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name again.” The sound of her low husky moans sent him closer to the pinnacle of release.
She screamed, “Buccaneer,” and stiffened in climax. Her lovely back arched off the chair slightly and the iron grip of her pussy clenched his dick in orgasm.
Colin couldn’t hold his release any longer. He thrust into her pulsing heat one last time and exploded. The power of the release surprised him. He’d just been with her the day before. Until yesterday it had been a while but he’d thought the desperate edge would be gone. It wasn’t. He wanted more. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time and realized not as much time had elapsed as he’d thought.
Bracing his hips against her ass, still fully embedded, his legs shook wanting to collapse beneath him. He leaned forward and rested his face on her back trapping her to the chair. She smelled so good. He licked her back once. Then he nipped her soft flesh below one shoulder blade. She flinched but didn’t say anything. He promptly licked the spot and then sucked on it. Even through the dim light of the moonlight filtering through the window, he could see he’d left his mark. Perfect. His own personal test to prove she and Laurie were one and the same.
Several seconds later, she laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Us. We’re funny.”
“Why?” Colin lifted himself off her and staggered back a step. He saw the hickey he’d left on purpose just before she stood and turned.
Her grin was infectious. “I haven’t figured out why I want you so much. But even after you’ve fucked me senseless, it just doesn’t seem like enough.”
It was Colin’s turn to laugh. “Let’s meet. Name the place and time. I’ll be there.” The room smelled like sex. He inhaled deeply satisfied yet again and waited for her to tell him when they could spend some time together.
She sobered and glanced up and down his body before answering. “I don’t know. I don’t have much free time.”
“What, you work twenty-four hours a day? Don’t you get time off?”
She shrugged. “It varies.”
Colin had questions burning in his mind about her seemingly dual personality. Would Rachel admit to knowing about Laurie?
He didn’t want to freak her out, but he was dying to figure out what was up with the two personalities. He squinted. “You know, you remind me of someone. Did you ever work in the CIA?”
She crossed her arms. “Do I need to be jealous?”
Colin almost smiled but stopped himself. He didn’t usually worry about whether the women he slept with got jealous. He wasn’t exactly looking to settle down. “The better question is why you’re jealous at all since we’ve only had sex twice?”
He didn’t like playing cold-hearted bastard. He didn’t feel that way about her, or Laurie. He didn’t think either of them was trying to trap him into a relationship. He was just fascinated by their peculiarity. He didn’t even know which woman he preferred. The honest truth was he liked them both.
She frowned. “You’re right. I have no right to be jealous. I’ll shut up.” Straightening her dress with a sharp tug, she scooped her thong off the carpet and stalked past him toward the bathroom without another word.
He followed close behind her, right into the bathroom and realized she hadn’t answered his question about working for the CIA. “Don’t be mad.” He disposed of the condom in the toilet, flushed and quickly cleaned up.
“I’m not mad.” She quickly tidied herself with several tissues and shot the clump into the toilet as his condom swirled away. She negotiated her thong back in place under her dress without looking at him.
Watching her out of the corner of his eyes, his cock got hard in his hand. He willed the erection to stop growing since he didn’t have time for anymore sex right now. He shouldn’t have taken the time for the first round. But then he saw a smudge of lipstick and it became a meaningless exercise in futility. He tucked his now semi-hard dick back into his boxers and zipped his pants.
“You look like you’re mad.”
Leaning over the sink, she used a tissue to clean up her face smeared slightly with lipstick. “Well, I’m not.” She glanced at her watch as if noting the time. “I’ve got to go. Thanks for the fabulous fuck.”
He grabbed her arm. “Stop it. I shouldn’t have said you ‘can’t’ be jealous.”
Her tight-lipped smile belied her next words. “I have no claim on you.”
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bsp; “Do you want one?”
Rachel paused mid-stride and a grin lit her face suddenly. “Do you?”
“Maybe.” He wanted to know her secrets. He plowed ahead playing an unfair game with her. “We could meet in Alabama?”
“What?” Her eyes widened and then just as suddenly they narrowed in confusion. “Why Alabama?” Doubt crossed her face. Her gaze went sort of blank and shifted to look over his shoulder.
Colin shrugged. “Alabama is as good a place as any. I could meet you at the Montgomery Public Library? You know where that is, right?” He watched for her reaction and wasn’t disappointed, although it wasn’t quite the result he’d wanted.
She faltered and backed up into the sink. She shot a hand up to her forehead and pressed until the tips of her fingers turned white with the effort as if in excruciating pain. Seconds later, a thin line of blood trickled out of her nose.
“Shit. I’m sorry, Rachel.” Colin grabbed the pristine white hand towel from the rack next to the sink and placed it on her nose before the drop of blood escaped her face. Something hidden in the towel clattered to the sink top, but he ignored it.
He tilted her head back and pressed the towel harder to stem the flow.
“I have to go,” she mumbled through the towel.
“Not yet.”
She stiffened and pushed him. “I’m on a mission too. I have to do something important in ten minutes.”
“What?” He pushed the towel back to her face.
“It’s a secret.”
There was a knock at the door and a far away heavily accented voice said, “Turn down service.”
Chapter 8
Rachel’s head hurt so bad she couldn’t think straight. The nosebleed freaked her out, but not as much as the man with her.
It occurred to her that she didn’t even know his real name. If it wasn’t Tommy, she didn’t know what else to call him except Buccaneer. The thought made her want to laugh out loud.
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