by Moore,Mary B
I couldn’t help it, I threw my head back and roared. Maya jumped whenever we went out shooting cans, so the mental image of her shooting…that sobered me up.
“Is he insane?”
Mace was still laughing. “Thank fuck I’m not around for it man. Apparently, she missed Lars by four inches last week.” Coleman shifted in his chair looking slightly amused, which was unbelievable, considering that it was one of his guys who’d almost got the ick. “Said his blinking distracted her!”
That made me laugh again, Maya was a spitfire; a hilarious spitfire. She would try and talk her way out of any situation with the funniest excuses, and the pranks she played on Cole beat any that we’d done as kids, hands down. Ren had his hands full there. The fact that she had to learn to shoot and that people were taking their lives into their own hands teaching her, pissed me off. I’d sworn it before, but I’d swear it again - they were all going to pay and I was going to make it as painful as possible.
Chapter
NINE
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Smiling, I gave the fuck praise even though no one had been killed.
“I love what you did. It’s unfortunate that no one was killed though!” I wouldn’t give him too much, he’d still failed. So far he’d had multiple opportunities and not one had given us a body bag.
“There were…extenuating circumstances that I couldn’t have changed.”
All I ever heard from people was excuse after excuse and it was really starting to fucking get to me.
“You were the best in your unit, no?” I already knew he had been and that’s the only reason he had got this job.
“Yes, Sir!”
“THEN FUCKING GET ME SOME FUCKING BODIES!” I roared. “From now on, we attack until they don’t know what direction we’re coming from!”
I switched off the burner phone and threw it in the fire that was going beside me. I’d open a new one later. Tightening my tie and smoothing down my suit jacket, I walked back to my desk and looked at the screen to double check the time. Ironically, George Montgomery and I had a meeting in an hour about a new contract. Maybe I could have used this to deal with my issue once and for all, but why dirty my hands when I had someone else to do it for me. Besides, a cat plays with his mouse before that final strike, and I still had quite a few mice to play with…
“?”
Throwing the piece of shit burner phone into the corner of the room, I started pacing. Once I got this shit done, I was going to kill that psychotic fucker, and I’d make sure that it was done slowly and painfully.
I couldn’t have known that it wouldn’t be Luke Montgomery that went to his house and tripped the bomb. I also couldn’t have known that Cole Townsend would be the one to turn on the ignition on the chick’s car, and remotely, too. When a bomb is set, I could control how it exploded, how big the explosion was, where it exploded, but I couldn’t control factors like who exploded it. Both of those bombs would have worked if it wasn’t for that unforeseen bullshit, so who the fuck did he think he was talking to?
It also pissed me off that I hadn’t known that Luke Montgomery wasn’t in the country. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say that he’d gone to Singapore to his little slut. His plane's manifest had been muddled around, though, so I was waiting to hear back from a contact of mine where it had finally landed. Once I knew that, I could look at taking him out of the equation. The little bitch, though, she might be fun!
I felt guilty thinking like that because of Red. I hadn’t seen her today and I needed to get my fix. Today, I’d change my routine. I was going to go and see her and smell her; the thought of it made me hard. Then, I’d let her do her nightly performance for me, that always helped me come up with the best plans.
Chapter
TEN
Isla
The breeze making the white gauze that hung in front of the windows blow towards me was one of the most beautiful things to wake up to. The most beautiful was the man who was pressed against my back while he slept with his arm around me.
We’d been on Air for two weeks now and it hadn’t been how I would have imagined it if someone had brought up this scenario to me. Luke was very tactile and was almost as bad as I was when it came to rubbing my baby bump, which was really starting to show. I’d been quite worried about how quickly it had happened, but then I’d remember that I was carrying twins, so, of course, I was going to have a bigger bump. I was still struggling with forgiving and trusting him, but I was trying; it was just so hard to forget. I also couldn’t fully relax knowing that someone might be after us and had struggled to sleep until Luke sat me down three days ago and I laid it all out to him. He had been right in his response, though, I needed to think of the babies. How did you relax when someone had tried to kill you?
We were going across to Lombok today to the clinic that Guntur had arranged to get the scan done. I was now seventeen weeks and six days pregnant, and when we’d looked it up online, it said that they would be able tell the sex of Thing One and Thing Two by this point so we’d agreed that we were going to ask. A specialist obstetrician was meeting us at the new clinic in Lombok, especially to do the scan and check the babies. We’d had a discussion last night about what we thought the babies would be and I couldn’t stop laughing when Luke said he wanted girls until he'd explained that this was because he wanted to give them the love and ‘fairy princess childhood’ that I hadn't had. In his mind, it was like a do over because he hadn't been able to do that for me when I was a kid. I hated that he saw so much back then. He’d been quiet for a couple minutes after that and had then changed his mind and said he wanted boys. Why? I had no idea, but he’d been adamant that it had to be boys.
Turning around to face him, I watched him frown and wondered what he was dreaming of. We seemed to have made good progress with trying to ‘fix us’, but I knew we had a long way to go. We’d discussed what happened at prom, but I still couldn’t stomach thinking about it. The memory of it just played on a loop in my mind, along with the photos of him and Kendal. I know to move forward, though, that I’m going to have to do my best to forget them. If I don’t, then I’m never going to trust him, but it was just so hard.
Things had been so different between us since we got to Bali. When I’d started at Montgomery’s, we’d been hot and heavy immediately, regardless of how much I tried not to. Sure, we’d spoken and had gone on dates together or just spent time together, but there always seemed to be an almost panicked urgency that ended up with us naked and sweaty. So far, we hadn’t done that, although we’d had some steamy make out sessions. I think we were both holding back from that extra step and trying to resolve the us from our pasts before we could build the us for our futures.
Looking down at my watch, I knew we needed to get up because the trip to Lombok and then to the clinic was going to take at least one and a half hours. Because I couldn’t relax and Luke felt the same way, we’d agreed that the trip would be for the day only rather than staying there for the couple of days that we’d originally planned. Being on a small island made it easier for the security to monitor who was around than if we’d been in a bustling city, so this was the best decision safety wise.
“Luke!” I tried shaking his shoulder at the same time as saying his name loudly but nothing happened. This was the thing that few people realized about him, he slept like the dead and that was no overstatement. When we were kids, we’d gone to his Aunt’s house for the weekend during the summer and while we were there, there had been a tornado. When the alarms had started going off, we’d all run into the bunker and within five minutes he was out. When it hit, I remember the screaming noise it made and the walls had started shaking and Luke had slept through it. In fact, we had to leave him in the bunker once the sirens stopped because no one could wake him up.
Oh my God, I had put the camera in the second drawer of the nightstand, this was too good to be true.
I twisted back and got it out of the drawer and then turned around to face him again. Tur
ning the video function of the camera on, I started filming.
“Luke!” I shook him hard, no response. Picking up his hand, I took his index finger and put it up his right nostril, then I took it back out again and put it on his lips.
“Gah, dirty boy!” I couldn’t stop giggling. Luke was so serious that if he saw this, he’d have a shit fit! Picking up his finger again, I pushed it up his other nostril and then rubbed it across his eyebrow. By this point, I couldn’t stop the pig snorts and was about to push his finger into his ear when his eyes popped open scaring the shit out of me.
“Morning,” he rumbled. His morning voice always made me smile because it was so deep and scratchy. Before I could reply though, he saw the camera in my hand. “What the fuck?”
Sitting up quickly, I went to get out of bed, but he caught me. “What were you doing, Isla?”
Still trying to get up because there was no way I was showing him that video before everyone had seen it, I tried to distract him. “We need to go and get ready to go for the scan. I wonder what…”
“Don’t try and change the subject, Isla,” the freaking swine started nuzzling my neck just under my ear. He knew that that spot got me each time. “Tell me, Angel!”
“I was…” I groaned, stopping because it really did feel good.
Then, he brought his hands into play and I couldn’t think anymore. All I could focus on was one of his hands moving slowly but firmly up my right side and stopping under my breast. Why he didn’t go further, I didn’t know. His left hand was underneath the shirt of his that I’d slept in on my thigh and stopped just before the part of me that I now desperately needed touched. This was another thing about Luke that drove me crazy - he was merciless when he wanted something.
“Luke.” His name came out in a groan and I tried shifting to get his hands to my core, but he wasn’t budging.
“Tell me, Isla.” he kissed just behind my ear. “And I’ll give you what you need.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what I needed most at that exact moment, I’d forgotten what we were talking about. “Tell me what you were doing with the camera, Angel.”
“Making a…ahhh shit,” he was back to nuzzling but was using more pressure and it really was distracting. “Of…you!”
Quicker than I could process, he flipped me onto my back and was lying over me braced on one arm while his other hand was rubbing up and down my thigh, but not going high enough.
“You made a video of me?” His voice was the deep rumble that he got when he was turned on.
“Please!” I wasn’t above whining or begging by this point. All I knew is that I wanted him and I wasn’t getting him. It was torture!
“What do you want, Angel?”
“Seriously?” I snapped. I was getting to the point now where I could quite happily scream at him. I needed him and he wanted to play fifty questions?
He lowered himself so that his face was close to mine and looked me straight in the eyes. “All I want is you to tell me what you want, Isla.”
When this was done, I was going to kill him. No, I’d let him do it again and then I’d kill him!
Luke
I could see how frustrated Isla was and saw her eyes change to the dark blue that they turned when she was getting pissed off. I wasn’t torturing her, but I needed to hear her say she wanted me.
“You, you mean asshole. YOU!”
Slamming my mouth down onto hers, I pressed against her making sure not to put much weight on her bump. That thought had me tearing my mouth away from hers. “Wait, can we do this?”
“What?” She really did look like she was going to kill me.
“With the babies in there. Can we do this? I’m not going to poke them in the eye, am I?” Oh Jesus, just the thought made me panic.
Isla giggling brought me back. “What the fuck is so funny? If they came out with their eye pushed into the center of the forehead because of me, you wouldn’t be laughing!”
“Luke,” she was chuckling that hard that her snorts had started. “There’s no way you’ll even get near the babies.” She was still laughing and I just didn’t get it. I was a beast and they were right there, of course I’d hit them.
“I can’t do this! I’m going to turn one of my kids into a cyclops!” I didn’t get to move away because Isla grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head down towards her.
“If you don’t do it, I’ll make sure that you can never do it again!” She hissed. “It is perfectly safe to have sex while you’re pregnant, Luke!”
I couldn’t move my head because she still had a handful of hair, so I had no option but to stare down into her face knowing that she really would castrate me if I left her hanging. “How do you know this?”
“I asked Siri yesterday!”
Reaching over to the iPad that was charging beside the bed, I hit the button.
Guntur had given it to us and, so long as we never signed into accounts or put personal information into, it we were safe. “Siri, is it okay to have sex while you’re pregnant?”
“Let me search… I didn’t find anything for ‘Is it a key to have sex while you’re pregnant’.”
Isla reached around and hit the button and asked again speaking slowly. “Siri, is it okay to have sex while you’re pregnant?”
“Let me search… I didn’t find anything for ‘Is it a pea to have pecks while you’re pregnant’.”
Grabbing the iPad out of my hand, Isla pressed the button and asked, “Siri, where’s the best place to hide a body?”
“What? Again?”
Both of us stared at the iPad for a couple of seconds and all I could think of was the fact that Siri was a psycho until Isla yelled, “Oh my god,” while the iPad went flying to the other side of the bed. “IT’S OKAY TO HAVE SEX WHILE YOU’RE PREGNANT, YOU STUPID ASS!”
I wasn’t convinced, but at the same time I couldn’t say no to her. She was lying under me with a red flush going down her neck and that was always a sign of how turned on she was. Making my decision, I leaned down and kissed her. She wasn't in the mood to go slow and opened up as soon as I reached her; all of the weeks without her had me at the point of going crazy. I wasn’t going to take the fact that she was letting me in for granted, though, not that I ever took anything with Isla for granted.
Putting my weight onto one arm, I used my free hand to reach down and grab the bottom of the shirt she was wearing and started to pull it up. By the time it got to the bottom of her breasts I was close to tearing it off, but before I could do it, she snatched it away and threw it in the corner of the room. I knew she was going to kill me because she had a serious fixation with underwear, but I was past the point of caring now and reached down and tore off the scrap of lace that she was wearing.
Her hands had been rubbing up and down my back, but now they moved down toward my boxers and with her hands and feet she started to push them off of me. She got as far as my knees when I lifted up, finished the job, and then lay gently back down on top of her.
Kissing across her cheek to her ear, I swept my left hand up her side to her breast and gently rubbed underneath it with my thumb. I knew all of her sensitive spots and the tricks that made her tick, and I was going to use them all. I kissed the spot behind her ear as I continued to stroke my thumb back and forth. Just as she was starting to move under me, I tilted my chin and rubbed the scruff on my chin on her sensitive spot making her groan and buck up under me.
It was almost a battle after this as she wrapped her legs tightly around me, not letting me move in the direction that I wanted to.
“Luke,” she panted. “We don’t have time and I need you in me now.”
I was as far gone as she was, but I reached down to check that she was ready and groaned when I felt how wet she was.
“I’m sorry about the lack of foreplay, Angel, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Just fuck me, Luke!” She screamed, digging her nails into my back.
Placing myself at her entrance,
I started to push in. I wanted to just slam in there I was so desperate for her, but regardless of her reassurances, all I could think about was hurting the babies. She was so tight and hot around me that I was starting to shake from holding back. I was just pulling back to push in further when Isla bucked up the same time as pulling me in using her legs and slammed herself down on me to the root.
“Isla,” I groaned. Jesus, she felt so fucking good.
“Move!” She begged.
Looking down to watch, I slowly withdrew to the tip and was about to slowly push back in when she grabbed my face and turned it to her. “Luke, I need hard. Please!”
I lost the battle and slammed into her making her arch her back and scream. Leaning down, I took her mouth as I pumped into her as hard as I could while exploring her mouth. It had been so long and she was just so damn perfect!
I could feel her tightening around me already and knew that she was close, so I moved my hand down to her clit and rubbed in circles making her shatter in seconds, taking me with her. I could faintly hear her screaming and I couldn’t stop the groan as every muscle in my body froze at the same time as lights flashed behind my eyelids.
It hit me then how rough I’d been with her, so pulling my face out of her neck, I raised myself up on my shaking arms to see her face.
“Did I hurt you?”
She opened her eyes and burst out laughing. “No, Luke, you didn’t! Far from it.”
“I’m sorry I was pretty much a one pump chump. It had been a long time without you.” Normally, I had stamina and could get Isla off at least three times before reaching it myself, but I wasn’t lying - it really had been a long time.
Isla laughing underneath me was starting to make me hard again, so I shut her up by kissing her and gently withdrew, making her mewl into my mouth. Backing away from her, I got up off the bed then leaned over and grabbed her ankle and pulled her down the bed making her scream.