“Love me ’til I die,” she said, the voice emotionless and suggestive of death already approaching. “Love me ’til I die.”
But there was a certain danger in the lyric that Greer recognized and found enticing. Sex and death and love and life swirled around in that music and on that dance floor, around Greer and Sean and within them.
Sean moved with amazing grace for a man of such a rugged exterior. Here was someone who could beat another man to death when moved to do it, but he danced with fluidity and ease, possessed by a confidence that seemed to propel him through life. His long legs led up to his narrow hips, which gyrated subtly to the beat, and his slender waist tapered up to a broad chest, strong shoulders, and long and muscled arms. But for all his evident strength, he exuded utter and total sexuality, inspiring Greer to wilder gyrations of her own. She dipped forward to reveal her ample breasts then leaned back to thrust them up and forward, presenting to her lover what would be his to take. Her legs were splayed, one on each side of one of Sean’s stronger limbs, her hips grinding her crotch closer to his thigh, simulating rubbing it up and down that powerful length. Moving up and down, thrusting back and forth, it was almost like they were having sex right there in the club, public lusting that everybody else seemed to be partaking of. Who was spreading that crazy vibe and who was receiving it didn’t matter—everybody was feeding off the rich, carnal desire in the room, and it drove Greer to dizzying heights.
They caught a cab back to the hotel, the music still ringing in Greer’s ears and pulsing everywhere else in her body. Her heart was pounding, chemicals racing in her blood. She couldn’t keep her hands off Sean, and he was more than ready to return her affection. They kissed, tongues intermingling, hands frenzied as they ran along the thighs, the arms, the chest of the other.
Greer caught a glimpse of the driver, watching them in his rearview mirror. But not only did that not dissuade her, but something about it turned her on, another unexpected twist. She’d never had a voyeur fetish before, but suddenly she wasn’t just Greer Lange anymore. The person who’d come to Quito to avenge her husband’s death happened to love it when people watched. She spread her legs just a bit, giving him a glimpse of her supple inner thigh.
Get a good look, she thought in a voice only something like her own. It’s as close as you’ll ever get!
Greer was anxious to be with Sean in private, hot and savory and spectacular. She kissed at him, biting on his ear as they rode the elevator up to his room, pulling at his clothes as he opened the hotel room door.
Then he slammed it shut and threw the lock closed.
Chapter Twelve
Greer threw herself into Sean’s arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to his height even as he bent down to her, their tongues lashing. He radiated the power and certainty that were the cornerstones of his personality and the reasons for his success and survival, and two of the main inspirations for her passion.
His kisses sank down past her face to her naked neck, shoulders arching up to meet his lips. She cooed, the sound sending a tickle of excitement through her, a little gasp following as his hands found her breasts. His large fingers were gentle but sure as they caressed her and pulled lightly at her erect nipple, causing goosebumps around the areola.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” he growled, voice low in the back of his throat, reverberating through her ear and straight down her body. All of her energies and sensitivities seemed to center on that private place, the core of her womanhood.
And he was beautiful, standing before her like some kind of demigod. His perfect physique, a tower of muscle and graceful curves. She had to know it once more. She had to taste it again. So this time it was Greer creating a trail of kisses across that taut chest, a hard sheet of muscle. Down and further down, his sculpted abs moved gently with his measured breath as he stood there, no doubt knowing what was to come.
Greer fell to her knees and went on kissing that trail of tease and taste. And Sean was ready, reaching out for her with his thick length, hard and eager for her attention. She wouldn’t keep it waiting. One hand wrapped around the middle of the shaft, squeezing to test its resistance. It was like marble, and she knew he was beyond ready. She pumped it just a bit, her other hand finding its base to hold before giving it a welcoming kiss on the head. It twitched at her tender touch as if a creature with a life and will of its own.
Greer licked and kissed and nuzzled it, squeezing hard before taking him in. She folded her lips over her teeth and wrapped her mouth around him, tongue swirling, one hand reaching down to cup his hard, massive sack.
She pulled him out for a harder squeeze, blowing little streams of air to hit the warm, wet skin and send certain shudders of sensual excitement through him. Sean wavered a bit on his feet, and Greer knew she was making even this great man weak in the knees. Knowing that turned her on and inspired an even more vigorous performance, as if it was a challenge, a battle of will and wit and wet wonder.
Greer dropped her tongue down to take him in as far as she could. He clogged her throat, but she opened wider to give better access. She took him deep and held him long, humming to send a vibration through him and into his body. She pulled him out and pumped hard, kissing and nuzzling and worshipping that spit-slick spike, sensing that it wanted and needed more. As did she.
But she wanted to wait, and she wanted to make him wait. She knew it would be all the sweeter for the delay, and she wanted them both to enjoy the night to the absolute hilt. Something in the back of her mind told her it could be their last.
No further thought could survive in that heated brain, swimming in estrogen, dizzy with the smells and sensations of intimacy. It was a feeling Greer reserved for certain people, and the giving was just as sweet as the getting, and the waiting made both even better.
Greer bent down and leaned forward, one hand holding that hot hammer above her while she turned her head. She opened her mouth to take in one massive ball, letting it loll on her tongue, gently raising and lowering it, a puddle of saliva letting it float lovingly in her mouth. Sean trembled above her as she opened wider and took both in at once, her tongue and the inside of her cheeks cradling that precious cargo.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned above her, legs twitching again. “God, yes!”
Greer was gratified and raging with a heat that needed to be fueled. She was almost on fire, but she needed to go all the way.
And Sean seemed to sense it. He’d been able to read her body the way he seemed to be able to read her mind and her moods. He lifted her, his strong hands on her arms as he pulled her to her feet. Then he lifted her higher, and her feet came up off the floor. She scrambled for footing, feet flat against the front of his muscular thighs. He took a few steps forward, her right foot slipping before Sean pinned her against the wall. Her feet settled on his thighs just below the haunches, the wall flat behind her, his ready unit pointing up at her. He positioned himself between her and eased in just a bit, a promise of incredible sensations to come. She lowered herself slowly, her legs bending at his sides to keep him from moving in too fast and too deep.
But his instincts were perfect, and he stopped, letting himself rest in her, just the first few inches, before pulling back again. He returned to his position and then back again, creating a slow grind that delivered only a portion of what he had to offer. The pressure was terrific, a lump rising in her throat. Greer closed her eyes, focusing on that union of their bodies, the slow build that she knew would soon send her over the edge.
But not yet, she told herself. No no no … not yet.
Greer allowed her legs to drop her down a bit further, pushing up just a little and then dropping them again to take in more of his shaft, deeper and stronger and faster. They created a mid-tempo rhythm that delivered more of his length into her. Sean shook his hips just a bit, sending a quiver of pleasure through her loins and then the rest of her body before she was consumed by the piston-like pummeling Sean delivered. In front of her,
beneath and inside her, his strong arms under her for more support, their bodies pushed closer together, faster, pumping up that inescapable pressure.
Greer’s orgasm was already beginning to well up inside her. A massive force of nature, like a hurricane inside her, it began to swirl and swell, hot and wet, promising a destructive force enough to make any human tremble in awe.
Circular grinding countered the lateral push and pull, more nerves lighting up, muscles contracting to push her head back against the wall with a delightfully uncomfortable thud.
Sean pushed in further, deeper, his incredible weight and length pushing up into her, tissues mashed to the side and pushed up and away as her body strained to take him in.
Then he reduced his pace, leaving that amazing length in her like a sword in her belly. Greer clenched her teeth and braced, muscles tight and jaw locked as he dragged himself back over that burning pink, then paused and went in again. The long, slow grind delivered everything into her, but she needed more, and Sean was ready to deliver, moving faster with his long strokes, his little shakes thrilling her even more, almost more than she could take.
But she could take more, and she knew she would. Deep and even faster, Greer’s body was riddled with chemicals that flooded her brain as well. Her vision blurred, and she heard the sound of her own low moan. The grinding and pummeling and pressure gathered around her. Sean’s body and arms wrapped around her, squeezing her from every angle until she was almost ready to burst.
Sean pulled Greer from the wall, the sudden shift sending her body falling backward. But his strong arms supported her, and his hands under her cheeks kept her aloft, her own legs still supported by his thighs but slipping as he stepped away from the wall and into the room. Weight and gravity and momentum brought their bodies together, each step pulling her closer, pushing him deeper. Forces from all over pulled and pushed at her, and yet Greer felt as if she was floating, flying, carried in his arms to places nobody else could take her.
Her orgasm grew with every pump, swelling inside her like some great bubble. It threatened to burst, and there was little she could do but go along for the ride. Sean was in charge. He was in control. He held her in front of him in the middle of the room, spinning in place to send blood rushing to her head. She leaned back, holding onto his powerful neck, knowing she was in his secure embrace, letting herself go, utterly and completely.
Her body shook with the power of her orgasm as it finally overwhelmed her, its numbing power matching the forces around her. Sean spun her back against the wall with a powerful thud. She screamed when she hit, sensations from without not matching the turmoil and tumult within.
She could feel Sean’s orgasm, could feel him twitching inside her as he delivered his pearlescent package, hot and fast and deep. Her own juices combined with his, creating a unique cocktail inside her. Their bodies bucked and spasmed, muscled tight, the wall barely holding behind her as she shook, the orgasm receding, leaving her to lower her face into his musky chest, whimpering with ecstasy. Sean pulled her gently from the wall and stepped to the bed, lowering her and lying beside her. Greer was a slave to her emotions, her body’s chemical rush having overwhelmed her reasoning mind.
But she was a willing slave, blinded by new perspective and dizzied by her own conflicting views until she could see nothing at all. And when she refocused, she saw that gorgeous face, eyes blue and glistening, black hair damp with sweat.
Greer rested her head on his steely chest, listening to his heartbeat thumping through all that muscle and bone. Her own heart seemed to fall into sync with it, both beating as one as she closed her eyes and drew in another sweet lungful of their mutual musk. Her body slid easily into a deep sleep. Whatever the morning would bring, there was one thing she knew for sure—nothing would be the same.
Chapter Thirteen
The next day the hunt began. The plan was clear-cut—Greer and Sean would be separated, each using FaceTime on their smartphones to communicate. Since it was too dangerous to follow him outright, the idea was that if one of them spotted him, they’d tell the other in which direction he was headed. He could be headed off and observed, each of them tracking his movements without being seen following behind him.
Greer was positioned in a candy store, one of many selling the famed Ecuadorian chocolates. The shop had big windows on the front and sides, giving her a clear view of the intersection beyond.
Sean was at a Starbucks two blocks away. Their target had been seen at both places, traveling on foot, indicating that he didn’t live far. The kid behind the candy counter, a pudgy girl of about twenty years, kept asking her in Spanish if she needed any help, but Greer shook her head, keeping her eyes on the streets beyond. Pedestrians walked up and down the two streets in each direction, most of them Ecuadorians, and very few men with light skin, blue eyes, and blond hair, all red flags of Spencer Lange’s presence.
But as the first half-hour stretched out, the excitement of the hunt faded. It began to feel tedious and fruitless, and Greer was raising her phone more and more often to check in with Sean.
“Nothing here,” she said.
On the little smartphone screen, Sean looked around his periphery and shrugged. “Nothing yet.”
“You’re sure this is the time of day you saw him?”
“Let’s just hang tight. These things take time, Greer.”
She couldn’t argue with that, but it didn’t make her any more optimistic about their prospects. The man could have left the area at any time, or his presence in those places might have been a fluke. Or, if she was lucky, it could only be another couple hours standing in that chocolate store.
And then what? she wondered. What if he walks right in here and stands next to me? Well, his brother wouldn’t know me, and I don’t even think Spencer himself would recognize me if he wasn’t looking hard enough. And at least I’d get the chance to eyeball him, get a good look and a better idea of who the guy is.
Another two hours did pass, with Greer moving from inside the shop to outside, then across the street to survey from a small public bench near a statue of Manuela Saenz, the heroine of Ecuadorian independence.
“Let’s position you down the street, at the park,” Sean said. “It’s Sunday, and the art walk is on. He might turn up there. You take the east side of the park, and I’ll take the west.”
Greer knew the park, just on the other side of their hotel. Having walked the crowded rows of vendors plying food and artwork, hats and dresses, or other wooden and metal toys and trinkets, she thought it might be likely that the man would be milling around.
It was worth a shot.
Children ran around the fountain in the front of the park, yet another statue giving the city the feel of some great outdoor museum. The park was crowded, and a public park gave Greer a place to sit. She made a round, up and down the aisles, sunglasses obscuring her face, looking more at the people than the things, but didn’t find the person she was looking for.
The force of the bump took her off her guard, shoving her forward and to the side. The kid had already grabbed her purse and was dashing off in front of her, no doubt expecting an easy prize.
But Greer’s training and instincts kicked in. She pulled back on the purse strap as he pulled it down off her shoulder. The straps held, and so did Greer as the kid pulled back.
He was small, not more than thirteen, and he snapped back and turned to catch Greer’s eyes. Greer pulled back, the kid looking right at her.
“What’s the matter with you? Steal my purse?” But he was still clinging to it, and Greer had to wrench it out of his hands. Once he’d lost the prize, the boy turned to run, but Greer grabbed his forearm and held fast and tight. “Stop it, kid, stop!” He stopped struggling, looking at Greer with a new nervousness in his eyes. She could imagine the kind of trouble he’d be facing for stealing somebody’s purse. In South America, it might mean a criminal sentence, and she certainly didn’t want to see that happen. Judging by the look in his eyes,
he was looking at a vicious beating at home at the very least.
“All right,” Greer said, letting go of his arm, “get outta here.” As soon as he was free, the kid turned and ran, disappearing back into the crowd. Greer wasn't sure if she’d done him any good or not, but at least she hadn’t done him any harm, and that would have to do.
But it didn’t bring her any closer to finding the man she was looking for, nor did another solid two hours in the park.
Greer and Sean reconvened at the hotel. The jacuzzi was hot and frothy under the crisp spring weather, steam rising up around them to relax and soothe and bring some ready reflection.
“Don’t feel too bad, Greer,” Sean said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”
“Well, I’m happy to stick it out, but how long are we going to keep it up?”
Sean shrugged. “I suppose that all depends on you. Have you got anything pressing going on back home?”
Greer didn’t have to think long to come up with that answer. “Actually, I … I was a little bit adrift, I think.”
“Well, this is as good a place to be adrift in as anywhere.”
Greer smiled. “I’m not sure about that, but … you’re as good a person to be adrift with as anyone.”
Sean offered her a soft smile to thank her for the compliment. It was clear that he felt the same way. They were together, and in one of the most exotic cities in the world. She could do a lot worse than enduring a few quiet days of that if she had to.
Another day produced the same frustrating results. But Greer had come too far and waited too long to give up after only two days. They staked out the same two shops until noon, then checked the big park, Parque le Carolina, but she didn’t expect to see the man on a paddleboat in the manmade lake in the center of the park. The estuaries and aviaries were lovely, a miniature Central Park in a miniature Manhattan, but the man was nowhere in sight.
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