Double Jeopardy

by Emma Sinclair

  His hand slid down the v-neck of the halter she wore, over her breasts. He pushed the leather aside, baring her breasts. They were high, pushed together by her shirt, and her nipples were hard and pebbled.

  When his fingers brushed over her nipple, she arched up into him.

  He laughed, but was smart enough to not say anything.

  Gods, his hands felt good on her skin.

  She was surprised when she opened her eyes to see both of his hands on her breasts. Her hands were still extended over her head and she hadn’t even realized she was free.

  But she was far from wanting to fight him now, especially as he slid down her body and lowered his head to her breasts.

  His mouth was warm on her already overheated skin. There was no gentleness in his touch, but she didn’t want gentle.

  Now, she recognized the past few minutes for what they were. A game. A chase. Foreplay. And now it was time for the main course.

  And she was ravenous for the main course.

  Rather than fighting Cal off, she slid her hand down the bed until she was able to cup the back of his head to her breast. She held him to her as he licked and sucked and bit.

  Never missing a beat as he continued his oral assault on her breasts, Di felt his hands tangling with the waistband of her pants. Once again she arched against him eagerly, desperate to feel his hands, his mouth, his cock, anything, between her legs.

  His laugh filled the air at the same time he got her pants unbuckled and slid his hand down into them. The scent of her arousal filled the air.

  “I knew you were lying,” he said somehow without removing his mouth from her nipple.

  She was stopped from answering, however, when his hand slid between her legs to pull on the small ring there. At the same time his thumb slid over her clit. She moaned and arched her body towards his hand once more.

  She was practically soaking wet. His finger moved through her wetness, spreading it, until one of his fingers found her entrance. She moaned her pleasure as his thick finger slid deep inside of her.

  But Cal wanted more. He could only do so much with both of them still mostly clothed. And he had to free his growing erection before his pants exploded.

  As reluctant as he was to leave her amazing tits, he sat up and unbuttoned his pants. He let out a sigh of relief when his cock leapt out. But he sucked in another deep breath when Di’s soft hand clamped around him.

  Her hands were warm, but clammy. That was okay with him though because it simply added to the pleasure when she moved her hands up and down his shaft, squeezing almost to the point of pain, but damn did it feel good. Really good.

  He practically tore her hands off of his cock as he stood quickly and shucked his pants. He reached over and slid her pants down those mile long legs, too.

  Then, he was back in bed with her, his cock rubbing up and down her pussy, the cool metal piercing sliding over his cock.

  “More,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider, wrapping her legs around him so her heels pressed into his ass, pressing him into her.

  And damn if Cal couldn’t resist teasing her a little bit.

  “What happened to the girl that was fighting me a few minutes ago?”

  His cock just barely, ever so lightly breached the entrance to her pussy before retreating and sliding up to tease her clit.

  Di surprised him--although he should have realized by now that just about everything this woman did was a surprise to him--digging her heels into his ass and pulling him towards her. Her legs were strong and he couldn’t fight her. Well, not that he really wanted to.

  He slid deep inside her.

  She was so wet and warm, exactly what he needed after one of his episodes. Unfortunately, he knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

  Wanting to do his best to make this pleasurable for Di, too, his finger slid to her clit. Almost as soon as he touched her she was writhing beneath him, moaning, arching up to meet him while still pulling his cock closer, deeper.

  “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”

  He happily complied, thrusting into her as she continued to arch up and meet him. It wasn’t going to be long before he was spilling his seed inside of her.

  But he continued to thrust. As he did, he could feel his strength returning. And as his strength returned, he thrust harder.

  “I--I’m going to come,” Di moaned.

  She began to writhe underneath him and within seconds he could feel the tiny pulses signaling the start of her orgasm. Her feet dug into his ass harder, he didn’t know if he’d be able to sit for awhile after this, but oh, Gods was it worth it.

  Her pussy contracted even more as she started coming around him. Her pussy flooded with moisture as she came, letting Cal slide in and out even easier. His balls slapped her ass as he began moving faster.

  Below him Di was still making noises, but it was nothing that he could understand anymore. It felt like he was sticking his cock into a vice as her orgasm washed over her.

  Finally, he was coming.

  He grabbed her legs from around his body, and spread them wide as he continued to pump into her.

  “Fuck, Di,” he yelled as he came deep inside of her.

  He slid in and out a few more times before he collapsed on top of her.

  They were both breathing hard and their sweat soaked bodies slid against one another. As soon as Cal was able to somewhat breathe normally again, he rolled to the side, though he did keep one leg and one arm thrown across Di.

  If she was going to start fighting him again then he wanted to have a little bit of notice.

  A soft snore filtered through his consciousness and he realized he didn’t have anything to worry about. Di had fallen fast asleep.

  Chuckling, he rose from the bed and stretched before retreating to the bathroom for a shower.

  It was a shock to walk in there and see all the girly stuff. He’d never shared a room with a woman before. But he liked it. He found that he liked it a lot.

  ****

  Di came to with a stretch and a delightful ache in her lower body. She smiled contentedly.

  Then she remembered that she’d been on her way out the door.

  She quickly wiped the smile off of her face. Peeking her eyes open she realized that she was all alone in the bad. Thank the Gods for small favors.

  She sat up and readjusted herself in the halter top. Damn, they’d been so hot for one another, she hadn’t even been completely naked.

  She stood up and searched around the bed for her pants, eventually finding them folded neatly on one of the chairs.

  She slid them on and then put her boots back on. She gathered all of the stuff she’d left behind the last time she tried to leave and then stood in the center of the room, unsure as to her next move.

  Where was Cal?

  Almost as if she’d magically summoned him, the door opened and he walked in. His hair was damp from the shower and he was fully dressed again.

  Damn, did he look this good in everything he wore?

  He was dressed similarly to her in brown leather pants and boots, but he wore a buttery yellow suede shirt. Her fingers itched to feel the soft material, but she kept her hands by her side.

  “Did you have a nice nap?”

  “Yes. Thank you.” Why was there this sudden discomfort between them? “If you aren’t going to pass out again, I was just going to collect my things before I left.”

  She picked up the bag in the middle of the floor and brushed by Cal on her way to the door. She had just taken her first step into the hall when his big hand closed around her arm.

  “You’re not going anywhere, Di.”

  They weren’t going to start this again, were they?

  “I most certainly am.”

  She tugged at her wrist. He hesitated, but then he let go. A feeling of dread washed over her when he took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “And where in the hell do you think you’re going to go? Obviously you
pissed someone off because your club was torched last night. Hell, I bet at the moment you’re being presumed dead in the explosion.”

  She could feel all of the blood rush out of her head. He was right. She’d been targeted and she probably was considered dead. She didn’t have anything to do.

  No one was going to want her now.

  Except Cal.

  Silence echoed through the hallway until eventually Trevor appeared.

  “Sir, the transport is here to take you to the docks.”

  Chapter Six

  Cal got out of the car and said a silent prayer that what they were about to do would work.

  “I swear Calix, when you untie me I am so going to make you pay.”

  He looked back to see Di struggling with her restraints, murder in her eyes.

  Straightening his stolen Alliance uniform, he leaned down into the car.

  “Fight all you want, but will you please stop using my real name. Otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to maim me because we’ll both be dead.”

  She kept her mouth closed for the time being, but that killer look was still in her eyes. He was going to have to keep his guard up when it was time to untie her; otherwise he was liable to lose some body parts that he was especially fond of.

  “May I help you?”

  He glared at Di, warning her with his eyes to stay quiet. He stood and turned slowly, nodding to the man that had greeted them. He wore the grey blue uniform of the Government.

  “Yes, I’m on my way to Malory Island.”

  He eyed Cal with suspicion and then leaned over to peer into the car at Di. Luckily she remained quiet.

  “And I assume you have the proper paperwork.”

  It was kind of ironic that they still called it paperwork. Trees had been protected since Gemini had been terra-formed and no one had actually seen a real sheet of paper in years.

  Still, he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a small electronic device. He handed it over.

  The Sergeant clicked through the machine making various noises, hmming and hawing.

  “Well, Captain, it seems as if everything is in order here. You’re welcome to board the ship at any time. If you’d like I can send a prisoner over to see to your bags.”

  As he spoke. he leaned to leer over Cal’s shoulder. He was obviously staring at Di and her mile long legs and wondering whether or not he had time to get a piece of her. And it was clear that Di had been the ‘bag’ he was talking about.

  “Thank you, but I’ll keep this prisoner with me. She’s already proved to be much more trouble than she’s worth. As for the rest of our things, please have them brought to my room.”

  He could practically feel the daggers that Di was shooting into his back.

  “Yes, well, I’m sure the male prisoners on the island will take a liking too her.”

  Calix studied his hands intently as he tried his hardest not to smack this guy upside the head.

  “Yes, well, I figure that by the time we get there I’ll have had plenty of time to break her in, so to speak.”

  The Sergeant smiled a lecherous grin. Cal reached in the car and yanked Di out. She swore at him when her head banged the door.

  “Motherfucker, that hurt.”

  Cal simply clucked his tongue at her. The Sergeant, however, apparently felt it was his place to do a bit more.

  “Such language. You’re going to need to act a little more lady-like if you expect any of the men on the island to take a liking to you.”

  To emphasize his point her traced a finger down her cheek and then further down, the whole way to her breasts.

  Cal struggled not to punch the guy for touching his woman. Not that Di actually was, or would ever be, his woman, he reminded himself.

  “Yes, well, that’s enough fun for her.” He grabbed her again and pulled her along behind him. “I’ll expect my bags in my room.”

  The Sergeant saluted before signaling to some lesser officers to retrieve Cal’s things.

  “I’m going to kick your ass for this, you know,” Di said through clenched teeth.

  “You can do whatever you want to me once we’re in the privacy of our stateroom. Until then, shut up.”

  By the time they got to what could only be loosely described as a stateroom, Di didn’t think she’d ever been so pissed off in her life. Not only was she freaking uncomfortable in the damn miniskirt Cal had insisted she wear, but her wrists were beginning to chafe from the rope that bound her, and her jaw hurt from clenching her teeth so hard for the last hour.

  They walked in the door and instantly she turned on him. Much to her surprise though, his mouth came down on hers. Hard.

  This kiss wasn’t gentle at all. He simply pressed his mouth against hers until she was afraid she’d be left with a bruise. She tried to push him away but since her hands were still tied behind her back, all she managed to do was press herself closer to him.

  He didn’t pull back until she could hardly breathe.

  “What in the hell…”

  “I know I said that you could yell at me but let’s make sure this place is secure first, all right?”

  “Fine,” she agreed.

  Now that they were officially in the lion’s den, she had to admit she didn’t have the same feeling of excitement that she had in the heyday of her tracking days. All she wanted to do was get this mission over with and then find a way to get on with her life.

  Not that she had a life to go back to, she reminded herself.

  “Sit on the bed,” he ordered.

  The harshness in his voice must have been in case they had an audience. He had to know by now that she’d fight back if he really talked to her that way.

  She plopped down onto the low bed then kept her eyes trained on him as he prowled the room. It wasn’t like she could do much of anything else with her arms still tied behind her back.

  “Damn,” he muttered low under his breath.

  There wasn’t much to the room, but she supposed they were lucky to have a room at all. She’d been on one of these island steamers before but last time she’d been in the cargo hold. It was a step up from the prisoner hold.

  She shivered just thinking about the squalid conditions down there. Compared to that, their room, or should she say Cal’s room, was a palace.

  It was definitely on the small side. Especially compared to Cal’s house. There was a hard bed with one blanket thrown over the mattress, a closet, a desk with one chair that looked as if it might fall over in the slightest breeze and a bathroom. The bathroom barely looked big enough to turn around in. And even in the middle of the ocean she doubted it was actually a water shower like Cal had.

  Cal surprised her when he sat down next to her. The uniform he wore didn’t fit him well. It was made for a man not nearly as fit as Cal which meant that the arms were tight around his muscles and the front bagged where the previous owner obviously had some rolls.

  “We’ve got some good news and some bad news,” he said as he reached behind her to undo her bindings. “Which do you want first?”

  “How about the bad,” she said.

  She always did better with bad news anyway. Being happy made her nervous.

  Cal finished untying her before he spoke again.

  “Well, the bad news is that there’s a small camera above the desk…don’t look,” he bit out. Before she had a chance to turn her head, he caught her chin in his hands. “The good news is that I’m pretty sure that it’s only video and not audio.”

  She pulled away from him. They knew they’d probably be watched the entire voyage so she didn’t know why it suddenly troubled her so much.

  She rubbed the abrasions on her wrists where the rope had rubbed her skin raw.

  “So we only have to pretend to fight for the next week,” she said.

  Whether it was because he sensed her mood or some other reason, Cal remained quiet.

  “I’m sorry it’s going to have to be like this.”

  He was sor
ry that for the next week and possibly longer she was going to have to act as his slave. To see to his sexual needs as well as anything else.

  And pretend to enjoy it, or was she supposed to not enjoy it. She was so confused she couldn’t even remember anymore.

  “Well,” she said, “you should be sorry. You did practically kidnap me, you know.”

  She stood in front of him, daring him to answer. The look of relief on his face was almost comical when someone knocked on the door.

  “I have your things,” a heavy accented voice called from outside the door.

  “Yes,” Cal replied. “Bring them in please.”

  His eyes implored her not to do anything that would get both of them in trouble.

  She may be mad but she wasn’t completely stupid.

  The door opened to yet another uniformed man. Except this one was followed by two more men. They were haggard looking, neither had shaved in weeks, by her estimation. And when the carried the suitcases through the door, she could tell neither of them had bathed in just as long.

  “Is there anything else we can do for you?” asked the man in the uniform. Though his question was directed towards Cal, he leered at her breasts.

  “No. And I don’t expect to be disturbed often on this cruise,” Cal stood up and positioned himself between the Di and the leering eyed man. “This woman is mine until we reach Malory Island and I want to make use of her as much as possible.”

  “Yes sir.”

  The man bowed his head slightly before leaving the room. The echo of footsteps sounded down the hallway. Only when they heard another door close did she breathe a sigh of relief.

  “This is going to be a long trip, isn’t it?”

  She plopped back down on the bed next to Cal, their knees touching.

  “Yeah.”

  ****

  Four days.

  Four days they’d been in the middle of the damn ocean. They’d been stuck in this tiny little room.

  It’s a miracle that they hadn’t killed each other yet.

  And the sexual tension was just about killing Cal.

  They’d figured out fairly quickly after their arrival that when the small camera in their room was on a tiny red light was just barely visible. Whoever it was that was watching them seemed to tune in at regularly scheduled interviews.