After a quick shower, I dried off and donned another pair of shorts and t-shirt. I had one additional clean pair in the bag along with a pair of jeans. There were two bathing suits too. With no one around, I probably wouldn’t bother with a suit. I needed to screw Brack’s brains out and sweet talk him into getting me out of here. I worked quite hard to have a body that looked good in a short tennis skirt. Muscled legs and ass aside, I could hold my own. A luxury resort somewhere in Mexico would have everything I needed. I could wear sunglasses and remain incognito until the police caught my crazy stalker. This island wouldn’t work for the training I needed to compete.
Brack was cooking when I came out. His jeans hung low on his hips and his t-shirt hugged each and every inch of muscle. The man was delectable. My stomach gave a loud growl when the smell of bacon filled my senses. He fed me some kind of soup the day before and I’d only seen eggs in the box. There was no denying the sizzling scent of bacon. “Can you doctor my head again,” I asked as I drew closer.
Brack turned slowly. I’m sure he wondered if I was dressed. His expression remained stoic giving nothing away, not even disappointment that I had clothes on. “Sure, give me a minute to finish this. You hungry?”
“Starving. Where did the bacon come from?”
“There was an ice chest waiting for us on the porch. I brought it inside yesterday so it would stay cooler.”
Eggs and bacon were fine, but I needed healthy carbs to keep me going. “Any chance there’s fruits and veggies in there?”
“I think there’s some papaya and a few other pieces of fruit. I didn’t ask for vegetables because I can’t stand ’em. I’ll send a list to Mack and he can pick some up before the next drop off if you insist.”
I wouldn’t bother insisting. We’d be gone before I missed them and I could live with the fruit until we took off. Brack turned off the gas burners and grabbed the med kit. “Turn around.”
I meekly did as told. Well, for a few minutes. As soon as he was engrossed in putting ointment on my scalp, I stuck my ass out a bit and took a half step backward. Oh my. Mister I’m totally unaffected had a hard-on. So of course I wiggled.
His unoccupied hand dropped to my waist and his fingers squeezed. “Stop that.”
“Why?” I asked throatily.
Using his hand to hold me still, he finished bandaging my head while remaining silent. I turned as soon as he released me and completely invaded his space. I wasn’t a petite thing who could get away with pouting. It made me look ridiculous. I did have nice eyes, though, and I used them. God, his were stunning. I blinked slowly.
“This won’t work,” he muttered with his lips inches from mine.
“Sure it will. You’re hard, I’m needy. Why make it complicated?”
“Because you’re a job and…”
I interrupted. “All the better. No ties, we go our separate ways when the creep is found. We don’t need to be lonely or…” I reached down and ran my fingers over the outline of his erection, “in pain.”
He stopped my exploration with a firm grasp on my hand. “Did it occur to you that I may not be interested?”
“With this big boy, I doubt it.” God, I sounded desperate, and where the hell did ‘big boy’ come from? That sounded adolescent.
He smiled and his full lips came a tiny bit closer. “I suffered through puberty with no ill effects. I think I can handle a slutty tennis player with a need to take her mind off death.”
I didn’t back away. “That was mean.” I knew I wasn’t a slut, but so what if I were. To hell with the double standard shit. I would fuck who I wanted and enjoy each sweaty, scorching moment.
“No,” his voice lowered a notch, “this is mean.” He lifted me in his arms and I immediately knew what he intended. Before I could struggle, he upended me over his shoulder.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I yelled. I began kicking as he walked out the open door and headed to the ocean. My yells turned into screams, “Don’t plan on sleeping tonight because I’ll kil…”
Airborne.
Water.
I came up yelling. “What? Are you married or something?”
He had already headed back to the hut, but turned to answer. “No, I’m just picky about my bed partners.”
I sank down into the water as he walked away. While cooling down, I tried to decide what to do next. I had the special cell phone to call my father, but knew he wouldn’t help me get out of here. Picky my ass. I was picky and I knew Brack was attracted to me. He wouldn’t last another day. His dick had to be uncomfortable. I sank farther into the water and swam out a ways. I was too horny to put up with him right now. I pushed my fingers down the front of my shorts delving beneath my panties. I found my clit and rubbed. A few frustrating minutes later, I knew it wouldn’t work. I needed my faithful vibrator to get off. I hoped Brack suffered as much as I was. If he didn’t, I would see that he did. Being tossed in the ocean would give me fewer clothes to wear. I would parade naked each and every minute if it accomplished my goal. Brack had met his match, he just didn’t know it.
With plan B in place, I waded out of the water, removed my clothes, and walked back inside. He wasn’t looking at me this time. I couldn’t help myself and flung the wet clothes against his back. The satisfying splat was short lived.
“You want food, you’ll damn well put some clothes on and behave yourself. I’ll have Ensure nutritional shakes delivered and you can live off those. It’s not an idle threat.”
So… he spoiled plan B. I had to eat something besides shakes and the processed shit in those would likely kill me. The fact he wasn’t turning around and looking at me had me smiling and envisioning plan C. “Sure thing, boss.” Two could play his game.
“Take your wet clothes into the bathroom, rinse them out, and hang them over the porch railing. I have a feeling you’ll be wearing them again soon.”
I walked close to his side, bent over, and picked up the clothes. The bulge in his jeans had me smiling again. His pant legs were still wet from carrying me into the surf. “You want me to rinse out your jeans too? I’ll turn my back while you take them off.”
“Do you ever stop?” Now he was looking at me from the corner of his eye.
“No, not when there’s something I want.” My eyes went to his crotch. “I’m picky too.” With a last scorching look, I headed to the bathroom.
Chapter Ten
Breakfast was incredible. It was the first real food I’d had since the attack. I no longer felt nauseous and my head didn’t ache at all. I needed to train.
Laying down my napkin, I looked into Brack’s sexy eyes. “Will you object to me jogging on the shore after my food settles?”
“No jogging.” He took a last bite of his food.
My entire body tensed in anger. “You can’t be serious. I need to train. You have no idea how far back these last few days have set me. I also need something to take my mind off sex. I’m a red-blooded American female with needs.” I batted my baby blues for good measure. “I don’t even have a vibrator for Christ’s sake. If you don’t want me humping your leg, I would suggest you change your mind about the running.”
I could tell he fought a smile when he bit his lip to stop it from forming. “Do you only think about sex?”
This was fun. I lowered my voice to a sexy whisper. “I think about winning. I think about what it takes to win. And, I think about sex. I like sex. No, that’s not true. I love it. Sex gives me a chance to let off steam.”
Now I had his complete attention. “Your father still thinks you’re a virgin.”
Hah, I was getting to him. “My father is blind when it comes to me, and I gave up my V card years ago.” I switched gears just a bit. “He doesn’t need to know that and I have no plans to throw it in his face. You on the other hand are welcome to spill the beans. Tell him anything you want because he won’t talk to me about it. I know he’s a terror on the senate floor, but his baby girl and sex is so far outside his comfort zone the poor guy mi
ght have a heart attack if the truth bit him in the butt.”
Brack’s face flushed making him appear extremely uncomfortable. My laughter bubbled over. “You started this conversation. I think your problem is that you’ve never had a woman who’s secure in her body and goes after what she wants.” I stood from my seat and walked slowly behind him. Slowly enough that he could object if he wanted to.
He didn’t.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and massaged his tight muscles. Leaning close I whispered, “I’m clean and get tested between partners. I have an IUD so pregnancy isn’t an issue. And, what the hell else are we going to do to pass the time? I need to train about four hours a day, which leaves twenty. I can only sleep for eight of that.” I leaned in and bit his earlobe. “You know you want to.”
It happened so fast, I wasn’t sure exactly how I found myself pinned with my back on the floor. Brack’s arms boxed me in and holy fuck was he hot. His eyes burned. I wanted to lick his lips and suck the bottom one into my mouth. I’d seen his erection and the man wasn’t lacking in that department. I wanted every hot inch of him sliding inside my pussy. His next words brought me out of my sexual fantasy.
“You think this is a game, but that’s how fast you die. This guy isn’t playing around and neither am I. I’ve been paid to keep you alive…” He lowered his body so I could feel his erection against the part of me that throbbed. “Not… fuck you. I easily picked you up and threw you in the water. You can’t stop me. I just tossed you to the floor and could just as quickly break your neck.” He pushed his dick harder against me. “Do you think this guy wants to kill you straight up? I think he will fuck you every which way but pretty before he kills you.” His hand went to my throat and pressed lightly against my wind pipe. “You, lady, are easy to kill.”
His words had the desired effect. They scared the shit out of me and I started fighting. I tried lifting my knee, but his legs pinned me down. I couldn’t head butt him because he had me by the throat. I squirmed and wiggled without getting anywhere.
“Let me know when you’re ready to listen. You feel good against my cock even if I won’t take it further.”
“You son of a bitch, let me up.” He pressed his shoulder against one of mine and his hand pushed my other one down easily. The strikes against his back lost all strength. Nothing I did worked. I suddenly stopped all movement and concentrated on breathing.
Brack’s warm breath fanned my cheek. “Four hours of training and two of self-defense. Every second of every day you had better be on your guard. Each time I pin you there will be a consequence. Now get your ass up and clean the kitchen. Also figure out what to make for dinner. Cooking is one of those consequences.”
I no longer thought his eyes beautiful. They were evil. I had no doubt he meant every word. A small part of me knew he was right. I had to be able to defend myself. No one else could die trying to help me. That was a small part, though. The larger section of my brain mass hated to lose. At anything. I’d lost this round to Brack. But the war had just begun. We would fuck.
“Fine, get off of me.”
He stood. I thought he would at least put a hand out for me. Wrong. With braced legs and cocky attitude he added to the insult. “I’m taking a shower and rubbing one out. Do not leave this house. When I’m done, I’ll take you to a place to train. If you disobey, I’ll find you and tie you to the bed until tomorrow.” He lips curved into a leer. “I’ll untie you for kitchen duty.” With that he turned and entered the bathroom. He didn’t leave the door open.
Hell, he’d just told me he was masturbating in there. My hand went to the front of my shorts and slipped under my panties again. I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and arched upward grinding against my hand. I pulled my shorts down with the other hand and used those fingers to circle my clit.
It wasn’t enough and I groaned in frustration.
Fuck.
Chapter Eleven
Without more than a few words between us, I followed him outside to the Jeep. The benefit of his shower was that he changed into shorts and I got to see his muscled legs for the first time. Every inch of this man was sexy. Even with all the muscle, he moved with the grace of a panther—sleek and deadly. I wanted to ride his hips and force him to lose control. Hell, I wanted to lose control.
He drove us back to the airplane and I wondered if he was crazy. If he took me on the plane, even for a short flight, I’d be in no shape to train.
“I need to back the plane out of the hangar. Stay out of the way,” he ordered with barely a look in my direction.
I grit my teeth but didn’t ask questions and did as I was told. The engine engaged and the plane rolled out. I felt relief when he cut the engine. Brack then jumped down and removed a few things from a stowage compartment.
No way!
“Those are not tennis rackets.” I looked at the short nubby things in horror.
“I don’t play tennis,” he replied as he entered the hangar.
“I don’t play racquetball, you jerk. Do you listen to anything I say? Do you know anything about me at all?”
He didn’t bother looking my way. “I know every detail about the last three men you’ve fucked. I know you think you’re some kind of prima donna of the tennis world. And I know you can’t defend yourself. Anything else you want to share? Because I’m all ears.”
I didn’t know whether to scream or stomp my feet. If I combined them I’d look like the lunatic he was turning me into. “Why on earth would you need to know about the last three men I’ve fucked?”
Now he did look my way and actually rolled his eyes. “Your stalker is getting his info somewhere. You have two friends, Bethany and Valery. They are possible leaks. If it’s not them, chances are good it’s one of your boy toys.”
Bethany was a friend but Valery and I only traveled the circuit together. We were in no way friends because we competed against each other. Though she was my arch nemesis on the court, we were forced to hang out when bored. “Those guys were fuck buddies.” I hoped he stewed on that.
“Fuck buddy… boyfriend… boy toy. It makes no difference. Are you going to stand there all day bitching about semantics or do you want to play a game?”
“Where the hell will we play?”
His satisfied smirk had me wanting to scream again. “The hangar. It doubles as a racquetball court.” He tossed me a racquet and I followed him inside.
He wasn’t lying. The back and sidewalls were cement. There were lines drawn on the floor. Brack opened a can of balls and tossed me one. “Warm up.”
I stared at the ugly, hard, blue non-fuzzy ball. I couldn’t believe I was reduced to racquetball—the three-time reigning Grand Slam winner playing racquetball. And I stood there holding a fucking miniature racquet in my hand. This would kill my game. Jerry, my singles coach, would wring my neck.
I watched as Brack did a few stretches with cold muscles. Idiot! “Do you know anything about exercise and the proper way to warm up or did tossing me around get your muscles all hot and bothered?” I couldn’t help my sarcasm.
He stopped stretching. “Obviously I’m doing something wrong, so enlighten me.”
That surprised me. I figured he would rather pull a muscle than learn something from me. I started running in place. “Warm your muscles up before you stretch or you’ll pull something. You don’t want to strain your dick.”
He laughed and his entire face changed. He was so fucking sexy. Too sexy and too fuckable. He followed my lead and ran in place. The hangar was cool, but I knew that wouldn’t last long with the outside temperature climbing. I twirled the racquet in my palm as I went through my routine. It wasn’t a tennis racquet, but the grip comforted me. It was also a little large for my hand, but I didn’t dwell on it. For the first time in days, I’d be swinging a racquet. No, I wasn’t happy, but I needed to take what I could get.
I’d seen racquetball played a few times, and I planned to wipe the floor with my bodyguard. Complete annihilation. I�
�d leave him writhing on the floor in defeat. And just to kick him when he was down, I’d aim for his balls every chance I got. If he had hopes of fathering children, he should have taken me seriously.
Ten minutes later, I was warm enough to stretch my calves, arms, and shoulders. Brack mimicked every move I made. Keeping smart-ass comments to myself was impossible. “So what are the rules of tennis for sissies?”
He barked out a laugh and stretched his arms behind his back. His t-shirt hugged each muscle. “It moves faster and you use three walls instead of someone across the court lobbing the ball back.”
Oh I’d give him a lob or two or ten. I’d take his head off if given the chance.
He gave me a cheeky grin. “You should practice hitting the ball against the wall a few times before we start.”
Not a chance. “I don’t think so.”
Brack started reciting the rules—serve, fault, hinder, scoring, blah, blah, blah. I paid just enough attention to grasp the concept. I jumped up and down on my toes a few times and for the strangest reason felt a tightening in my stomach. This was normal before a major match, but not before something as stupid as this. Racquetball was child’s play, so why was I nervous?
Brack bounced a ball in his left hand with ease. “You want to serve or you want me to start?”
“Be my guest.” I’d enjoy looking at his ass. Play commenced and I didn’t have time to ass gaze.
It took about ten minutes to adjust to the smaller court, racquet, and three walls. I had two distinct bruises on my left arm from taking solid hits that stung. Brack had several more than I did. He finally figured out I was aiming at his balls and protected them. He was smarter than his muscle-bound jock looks indicated.
I was down by four, dripping sweat, and trying to keep my frustration under control. He was good and had obviously played for a while. I was better than this, though. No one had a backhand like I did. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t my game. I owned every court I walked onto.
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