A tear slides down my cheek when I look up at him. Cody brushes it away with his thumb. “You’re safe. He’ll never find you.” With us it’s never that simple.
I hold up my wrist to show him the bracelet I thought was a gift from him. Cody takes one of the diamonds in between his fingers and narrows his eyes at my piece of expensive jewelry. He pulls me against his warm chest and kisses my hair. I’m slacking. My A-game is officially F-game. The words on the notecard come to mind. Wear this so I’ll know…
“He already knows,” I whisper, ripping the motherfucking bracelet off.
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We decided that staying in The Hamptons wasn’t the best idea anymore. A few calls and a light, albeit tense lunch and we were on our way to the airport. Molly deserves the world’s best assistant award. She wears many hats, but I’m sure finding information on how to dispose of and destroy a tracker placed in jewelry should garner her a pay raise. I told Cody so. He didn’t laugh. In fact, he hasn’t cracked a smile since I showed him the bracelet. I’m not nervous or scared anymore. That was a fleeting emotion caused by shock. I’m enlightened. The knowledge of Vadim’s presence in my life is something I can deal with. I can avoid him, be cautious, thoughtful, manipulative. I can be Lainey from my old, more sinister life. Everything will turn out fine in the end. Bad men don’t live very long in this world. Now, Cody took to this information a little more irrationally. Cold and distant are two words I’d use when I think about how he’s been looking at me.
We’re taking a private flight to Virginia Beach this time. I snap my fingers in front of his face. He’s sitting in a plush leather seat across from me. “Earth to killer. Earth to killer. You do realize everything will be okay? I can take care of myself. We’re finally together again. Nothing can stop us now.”
He looks from me back out the window next to him. Nothing but a small grin lets me know that he heard me. “Have you spoken to your mom recently?” he asks, tapping the side of his leg.
“Ew. Why are you asking about my mom right now? Did you hear what I said?”
He leans forward and grabs my hands in his. “I just think we should try to act like business as usual. You’re right. You can handle yourself. Vadim will be out of the picture and life can go on…more peacefully.” It works. Cody distracts me. First with a story Molly told him about Horse and then he pulls me onto his lap and kisses me senseless.
His hands are in my hair and his hard cock is nestled against my pussy. As I was hopeful to make myself a member of the mile high club, I wore a skirt and no panties. Something he’s currently figuring out.
“You always this naughty when you fly?” Cody asks. I remind him of the time we tried to have sex in the bathroom stall of a commercial airliner on our way to Paris, and he finally laughs. I had on impossibly tight jeans and that poor planning always haunts me. “I guess this needs to make up for that then,” he says. Distraction complete.
“Indeed,” I rasp.
“Sex won’t fix this fucking mess, Lainey,” he says.
I press my lips against his open mouth. He watches me warily through semi-closed eyes. I make a big show of sitting up and looking around the empty plane. We’re alone. I unbuckle his pants and pull out his hard cock. It’s warm in my hand and he flinches. Why are airplanes always so damn cold? Even private ones, for God’s sake.
I let my hair hang down and brush his face. It always tickles him. “It’s only a mess if you don’t fix it. Wouldn’t you agree that we’re both highly adequate mess fixers?”
Cody sighs, finally relaxing underneath me. “Whatever you say. Anyone tell you how fucking beautiful you are? You’ve basically dulled my desire to kill and fly into a murderous rage and morphed me into a horny teenager boy. Skill, darling. You have some serious skill.”
He slides my skirt up over my hips and touches me between my legs gently. I guide his dick to my core and lower myself down until his head is inside me, coating him with my wetness. “Has anyone ever told you how unavoidably attractive you are?” I moan in his ear. Cody’s cell phone rings, vibrating the table next to his seat. Surprisingly, he ignores it, fumbling with one hand to send it to voicemail.
“No more talking,” he says, taking me by the hips and lifting me up. Leaning up, he lays me down on the seat where he just was and positions himself between my legs. I fall back, letting my arms rest beside my head. He kisses me on the chin then looks at me—really looks at me. I want to talk, but instead I pretend to zip my lips and lock the side and hand him the pretend air key. Mockingly he bites the key out of my fingers…and then sucks them before smiling. He enters me slowly, closing his eyes as he eases his thick girth in inch by inch.
“Yes,” I say, grabbing his face and guiding his lips to mine.
His kiss tastes sweet, and with the sensation of being filled and rubbed just the right way, I can say this is my favorite place in the world to be. With him. Always with him. Always surrounded by his love. “I love you, Lainey,” Cody whispers against my mouth as he thrusts his hips slowly.
I open my eyes and see his glassy, glacier blue eyes searching for something in mine. I’m not sure what. I’ve already given him everything—all of me. He has to sense that this is it for me. Dax won’t even have an opportunity to keep me around. I lost the woman Dax loves the second Cody came full throttle back into my life.
“I love you,” I counter. He presses his forehead against mine as he picks up his pace. The friction presses me just the right way, his dick sliding against me at the perfect angle. That paired with the fact that Cody Ridge is making utterly, unforgettable, movie worthy love to me makes me want to lose my mind right now.
“Come,” he orders, seeing my eyes go cross-eyed with desire. Pulling him deeper with my hands on his ass, I wrap my legs around him and I explode around him in shock waves of pure pleasure. I scream out. Not his name, and not anything recognized in the English language because this orgasm hits me hard. Tingles from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes relax me. Cody picks up the pace, driving his cock into my wet pussy furiously several more times before he pulls out, scoots up toward my face, and strokes it until his hot cum leaks into my waiting mouth. It tastes salty and creamy. The way he watches me as he comes makes me think this, what’s happening right now, is what his dreams are made of. He groans, closes his eyes while he finishes, and then watches me intently.
I swallow every last drop and then wrap my mouth around him and lick it clean.
His breathing is heavy and we’re both sticky with sweat and sex. “Way better than Paris would have been,” I say. I get goosebumps thinking about all of the times we’ve had sex. How much he turns me on. How little control I have over my body or my actions when his hands are on me and his dick is inside me.
“Way better,” he confirms.
“We’ll get through whatever comes our way. Forever. Please know that. Look at what we’ve already overcome.” I kiss his lips and then leaning up I kiss his neck.
“I hope so,” Cody replies. I can’t see his face, but it legitimately sounds like he’s hoping. Cody doesn’t hope, he makes things happen. Nothing will separate us again. Not if I can help it.
We clean up, and Cody excuses himself to another area of the plane to make a phone call. Taking my cell phone, I scroll through, searching for a number I haven’t used in a very long time. It’s a number that reminds me of my old life—something I never thought I’d revisit again. There are some secrets that women should always keep secret. Disgusting habits, how many sex partners they’ve had, and most importantly the fact that they’re skilled in espionage. Lainey Rostov, Russian surveillance spy, trained at gathering information about Navy SEALs and reporting back intelligence is coming out to play. It wasn’t easy moving to Virginia Beach with the goal of finding, dating, and then extracting information from a Navy SEAL. Actually it was quite a bit more difficult than that—I had to weave myself into the community, befriend SEAL girlfriends and wives, I had to blend in. You’d be surpr
ised the amount of details men are willing to give out while drinking at a bar and better yet, in between the sheets. I’d fathom a guess that I’m a million times better at espionage than my male counterparts. I have more parts to use to my benefit. Does Cody know? Of course he knows. He called me out right at the get-go. I think that’s why I fell so hard for him. Intelligence looks divine on that man with such brawn. I glance over at him with his freshly fucked hair and mussed clothing and smile. He winks at me while he continues his phone conversation. He’s just as deranged as I was...am. A match made in fucked up heaven. What happens when a spy falls in love with her target? My fucking life. This is what happens. And Vadim wants to screw with me again. I don’t think so. I don’t think so. I wink back, lick my lips, and calculate just how dangerous this territory will be.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. No matter what the cost.
No one is taking him from me again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cody
THE STREETS OF Mexico are fucking horrible. No one obeys traffic laws, stop signs and red lights are optional, and speed limits don’t exist. I suggest hiring a driver or taking a Xanax if you have to drive here. I’m chasing some asshole that Van missed last night. He’s driving a white beat-up pickup truck down a busy street like a goddamned NASCAR driver on cocaine. He probably is on some kind of drug, but I doubt he’d make one lap in a racecar.
Dax is stalling with my fucking information. I’m sure it has something to do with Lainey’s persistence in breaking up with him. I’ve tried to stay away from her. She comes to me. Once in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a raincoat, another time she made it into my apartment in NYC before I got home. She was waiting for me naked, spread-eagle, in front of one of my computer screens. Like porn, except I actually fucked her and then ate her out and then made love to her slowly on the floor, and then fucked her bent over my kitchen counter. You see the dilemma. She isn’t giving Dax the time of day, and I’m basically biding my time until Dax realizes I can’t do anything about the way she feels. It makes me puff out my chest a little when I think about it. It also makes me crazy as fuck because I know he has information I need and he’s being a childish prick. How the hell can I help it? My mouth waters when I think of Lainey. I’m like a klepto. I need my fix to get through the day. Stealing her love is harder than stealing overpriced electronics. For Dax.
“Come on, motherfucker!” I yell at the dirty white truck in front of me. He runs the red light and I hit a damn pothole at the same time. It slows me down. The Jeep I’m driving was built for off-road, but I don’t think the manufacturers had Mexico in mind when they designed the shock system on this thing. I check my rearview mirror and see Horse struggling in his own vehicle and smile. I radio him and make a quick joke, but he doesn’t grin. He hits his steering wheel with one Horse sized fist. I tell him to be easy on the rentals and I hit the gas and slide a little to one side. The road is made out of some sort of orange clay that’s designed to help bad guys escape. The Federales appear on the left hand side, but you don’t stop when you see the Mexican Police. You go faster. They’re shadier than a palm tree in Florida. I don’t want to get into a gunfight in broad daylight with them. I have other things to worry about.
My tires skid around a corner and I see the white truck disappear down a small alleyway. Fuck. I give orders to the men behind me. Horse turns around to try to corner him on the opposite side and I keep on his tail. A bead of sweat rolls down my face. I crank up the A/C without taking my eyes off the road. The defensive driving courses the Navy forced me to participate in help me during times such as this. They were fun, but I never found them to be practical. Ironic.
A shrill sound ricochets the cab of the truck—my Bluetooth ringing. My satellite phone is only used for work, so Molly is the only person who has that number. Fumbling with the steering wheel, I hit the ‘accept’ button.
“What?” I roar.
Molly roars back, “She’s more persistent than a yeast infection. That’s what!”
I pause. Get to the point, Molly, I think. Sometimes women are impossible to deal with. With a man you get to the meat of the story in two seconds flat. I can appreciate feminine wiles and the fact they’re more detail-oriented, but Molly knows I’m busy right now. Yanking the wheel a sharp turn to the right, I head down the alley. One of my side mirrors scrapes on the dirty cement wall. It doesn’t make me mad because I’ll end up buying these damn vehicles anyways. It enrages me that I didn’t have the foresight to rent smaller trucks. Ones that fit down devil alleyways with room to spare. Several men jump back and press themselves against the dirty buildings as I speed after my target.
“I’m going to patch Lainey through. She won’t leave me alone.” I should be irritated with Molly for not following protocol, but the sadistic part of me wants to talk to Lainey no matter the circumstances. Will she be in a playful mood? A happy one? Will she be distraught because she’s dealing with Dax again? Anticipation of any kind is my favorite.
I hit a huge pothole filled with black water and it splashes the side of my truck, leaving a grimy film on my window. “Fine! I don’t need you to do your job anyways,” I growl, more irritated at the dirty window than with Molly.
“Fire me then,” she says, static marring her cunning words.
I groan. I’d never fire her. “Patch her through already.”
She laughs. “You’re so predictable.”
“Like a tiger,” I reply. More sweat rolls down my face. Is the A/C even working in this fucking tank? The white truck is getting closer. He’s being pinned. I see Horse in the distance blocking the only exit.
A few annoying beeps sound through the Bluetooth speakers and then I hear her. “You! If you just gave me this fucking number, I wouldn’t have to annoy your assistant!” And then I’d never get any work finished properly.
“Hi, you,” I mumble. “I’m in the middle of a job. She’s only supposed to call me in emergencies. Which limb are you missing?”
Swerving left and then right helps me avoid a mangy dog with a death wish. “Your dick!” Lainey quips. I shake my head, but wouldn’t you know I’m grinning like a mad man? “When are you getting home? I miss you.” She’s acting like I’m at my nine to five job and she wants to know what time I’ll be home for dinner. It’s refreshing because I don’t have to lie to her about what I do. It’s also extremely fucked up because who would accept this life and not bat an eye?
“My dick is missing you too, baby girl. I miss you more, though. I’ll be back in NYC soon. You have business there next week?” I have to slow down. Too many people are in front of me, flooding out from rusty steel doors on both sides of the alley. My heart rate accelerates. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m thinking about my dick and Lainey or if it’s my fight of flight kicking in. That’s how twisted I am. Van is behind me in his Jeep. I radio him to let him know of the situation up ahead in case he needs to blast a few motherfuckers. The men have guns hanging on their hips like unskilled mobsters in movies. Their white shirts are stained yellow with sweat and dust. Their bandanas tell me I was close when I thought mobsters. Someone fires a gun. I grab mine off the seat next to me. Keeping one hand on the wheel, I put a magazine in my mouth and aim the gun at the window with my right hand resting on my left arm. I’ll put the window down when I need to. I can steer and shoot. I remember why we’re using these Jeeps. Bulletproof glass and armored metal.
Lainey huffs exaggeratingly loud. “I ordered furniture for several of the rooms in your Virginia Beach house. It will arrive in two weeks. Don’t worry, though. I’ll be there when it’s delivered and make sure they don’t wear shoes in your house. Or scuff the floors or touch any of your shit. I can always have work in NYC,” she says. I’m sure she’s smirking. The crowd of men swarm my vehicle and I’ve slowed so much that Van is now right on my ass. I meet his eyes in the rearview and he nods. “What are you doing right now? Lunch break or something?” Lainey asks.
I laugh. “No lunch breaks in these parts. Thanks for ordering the furniture. Was that it? All you needed to talk to me about, I mean?” My palms grow sweaty. I can see tan, angry faces. That’s how close they are. Van and Horse radio call me at the same time. “I have to go, Fast Lane. Be good.”
Lainey scoffs. “I’m rarely good.”
“I know. It’s why I love you.” Another shot fired in the air by my evil company. She hears that one.
“My God. What are you doing?” she asks, her tone horrified.
“Being good,” I reply.
“Go. Go. Bye!” Lainey says, ending the call.
Shaking my head, I call Van and Horse at the same time. Horse answers first. “I have the target on this side. He’s not going anywhere.” Perfect.
Then Van. “Looks like we’re not going anywhere either.”
“I’m going to hit the gas. They’ll move if they value their lives. Stay right behind me. Keep your front on my back. Don’t worry about damage, we’ll have to buy these outright after driving on these fucking streets.” Someone knocks on the side of my car. I lay on the horn, blasting it in short bursts. A few men jump out of the way, but mostly they stay put with malevolent smiles on their faces. Not smart. They want to rob me. I smile back with equal parts evil and scary.
“Rog,” Van says. “Do it.”
I stomp on the gas and hit someone. Not all the way, probably just his foot or leg, but he’s down and people jump out of the way. I piss off others and they charge, but I get the speedometer up to ten and hold fast, not braking even when people jump in front of me. More go down. I cringe when I ‘bump’ over something that wasn’t a pothole. I want to get the fuck out of here. The thrill isn’t here anymore. I want to get back home to Lainey and pick out furniture and…what am I saying?
A man wearing a filthy wife beater jumps on the hood of my car like a damn idiot. I speed up again, trying to juke him off. He pulls out a gun from the waistband of his sweatpants and fires it at my windshield. The glass splinters like a cobweb, but it doesn’t crack.
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