Dangerous Liaisons: Stealing Secrets

by Honey Jans

  Rosa picked up the tea tray and carried it to the table. “He hasn't been with me, or any of my girls, if that's what you're asking. But I'm glad to see you're jealous. His other fiancée wasn't."

  "Fiancée?” she gasped, shocked. But of course, a hunk like him would have had a past love life. “He told me there was no one else."

  "That was over two years ago after he rescued my brother Manny. Lori didn't like his profession. Then he got the scar rescuing my brother and she really didn't like that. Said he was ugly and scared her."

  "What a bitch. He's the handsomest man I know."

  * * * *

  Ace doubled back towards Rosa's Cantina, meeting Hector in the shadowed spot they'd chosen. “Get rid of the jeep?” he asked.

  Hector nodded. “I gave it to a farmer friend of mine. He promised to keep it out of sight until this blows over. And you?"

  "I slipped the phone onto the truck bed of a passing semi trailer. With any luck, it'll be half way to Cartagena by morning. Hopefully it'll confuse the moron troops long enough for us to get cleanly away to The Aerie."

  Hector nodded. “I'll arrange alternate transport."

  Ace tried to relax as it all came together, but he knew they weren't out of the woods yet. He knew he'd brought this trouble on himself, but damn, how could he have known Melanie had the phone? He'd have to be vigilant to keep one-step ahead of her from now on. It was the only way to keep his valiant little love from getting hurt. When they reached The Aerie tomorrow, he'd wrap her up in security to insure her survival, and then kill the bastards before they killed them. It was a plan, but first he had the rest of the night to spend with Melanie. Funny how he brightened up at that thought.

  * * * *

  Melanie was going out of her mind with worry by the time Ace and Hector came back. She jumped out of her seat and ran to Ace the moment he entered, throwing her arms around him. He caught her weight, holding her.

  "Glad to see me, Sugar?"

  "Don't joke. I was scared,” she said holding him.

  "Come on let's take this private,” Ace said, letting her loose to head her toward the stairs.

  "You lovebirds have fun now,” Rosa cut in.

  "We will,” Melanie said, feeling bolder by the moment, despite her embarrassment.

  "First we've got to take up the topic of you lying to me,” Ace said, giving her ass a pat on the way up the stairs.

  "You'll just have to paddle me for it,” she said, hearing him groan.

  When they walked into the room, she turned to look at him, to make sure he wasn't hurt. “Are you sure you're okay?” she demanded.

  "Wanna frisk me?” he asked in a snarky tone.

  "Maybe later,” she said, shivering when he latched the door. She was in for it now and she could hardly wait. The sultry but serious look on his face made her cream.

  "I'm going to paddle you, Sugar.” Ace stalked up to her.

  She trembled with need, nodding. “Did you and Lori go in for kink?” she couldn't help asking, wanting to be different, first in his heart.

  "I see Rosa's been gossiping. No, we didn't indulge in kink. You're the one who's bringing out this side in me."

  "I'm glad,” she said with a smile. “Then you're not still in love with her?"

  He shook his head. “I don't think I ever was. In fact, her name doesn't even affect me anymore. Now, strip for me, Sugar,” he demanded.

  Biting her lip, she did as he commanded, unzipping her dress and letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, completely naked. “I'm yours to command, Sir."

  His eyes darkened. “This isn't a game. You need to be punished for helping those men, you risked your beautiful neck and I don't want a repeat."

  She nodded, stepping toward him, more turned on than she could say, despite the fact he planned to warm her backside. “Whatever you say, Ace."

  He let out a groan, pulling her into his arms, his hands exploring her body, cupping her ass to squeeze.

  She trembled, needing him so bad she could taste it.

  "Go drape yourself over the spanking bar,” he said, letting her go.

  Shivering now that she was out of his embrace, she walked to the spanking bar on trembling legs and gently bent over it. Could she really consent to this? A glance over her shoulder told her he was waiting, not overpowering her, and not forcing her. It was an obedience test, she decided, bending over the padded bar. The position pushed out her bottom at a slutty angle, and when she glanced back at him and saw the heated look in his eyes she let out an almost imperceptible, “Ooh."

  He walked up to her and picked a black paddle off the rack. He ran a hand over her flanks, caressing her. “Excellent,” he said, his hand caressing her as he took the paddle.

  She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she watched him walk to her side—heard the heat in his voice—and the tension too. Her body shook in reaction and her pussy quivered, she needed him so bad. “Yes, Sir,” she said with a sigh, aching for him to touch her, make her come.

  "Very good.” He drew back the paddle.

  Smack, the paddle smacked her left cheek. “Oh,” she gasped, arching her hips back at him as her ass burned and her sex creamed. It was more heat than discomfort, and it felt like foreplay to her warped mind.

  "Good girl,” he said drawing back the paddle.

  Smack, he swatted her right cheek and she whimpered, moaning. And then blows rained down, left, right, left, right, and then up from the bottom making her yelp. Her ass, her thighs, were on fire, her pussy too, as her thighs trembled. Sometimes the blows were soft, teasing, as he toyed with her. Each smack made her hotter, stinging, arousing, until she was squirming in tears.

  "Do you like being paddled?” Ace demanded.

  "You know I do,” she shot back, embarrassed and turned on.

  He let out a little sigh, as he rubbed the paddle over her hot bottom. “Slave girl, do you have any idea what that kind of response does to a man? Do you know what kind of power that gives me over you?"

  "Yes, and I don't care. Do it to me. Do everything to me.” She moaned when he laid the paddle on the settee and ran his hand over her paddled bottom. “Oh, that feels so good.” When his finger probed into her anus, she arched against it, letting out a little moan. “Oh yes, take me there."

  "Quiet,” he commanded. “I'm in control. Let's lube up that tight little ass."

  "Oh yes,” she said with a sigh, as his finger spread lubricant into her anus. She bit back a whimper, burning to be taken that way. “Oh,” she moaned, feeling her pussy walls clench, her anus ripple against his probing digits, but she didn't move, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was so close to coming. She couldn't hold it, couldn't control her orgasm. The ripples started, she arched back at him.

  "You can't come yet,” he explained, nesting the big head of his cock against her anus. “Not until I'm inside you."

  "Oh yes,” she moaned arching back at him as he started to enter her bottom.

  "God, you're tight,” he groaned.

  When he slipped his cock into her deeper, her body trembled, clamping down on him.

  "You're mine,” he said thrusting in to the hilt.

  Melanie gasped, her legs wobbling, her middle draped over the spanking bar, his cock buried deep in her throbbing ass. Ace lay still against her, his breathing fast, letting her adjust to the invasion. He reached around her, his big hands cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Moaning, arching her hips to take even more of his cock, she felt besieged, overwhelmed by sensation. When he moved, rocking into her, her ass quivered around his big cock, she flexed against it, starting to come.

  "Easy, Sugar,” he said, slowing down.

  "Oh.” She groaned in protest as he staved off her orgasm, easing her ripples.

  "That's better,” he said. “No coming until I give you permission. Five more strokes of my cock and you can come. Any sooner and you'll be punished."

  The threat was laughable because sh
e'd love it and he knew it, but she tried to obey, damping down her orgasm. He started to thrust harder, pulling half way out of her bottom, to ease back inside and she cried out. Her pussy and ass both spasming. “Oh,” she said, under her breath, her ripples starting again.

  "That's one,” he said. “Now on the count of five I want you to come, Sugar."

  Five? She couldn't come on command. It was unheard of—barbaric. She groaned, as he thrust back into her.

  "One."

  On fire, her ass gripping him, he suddenly stroked harder.

  "Two."

  She gasped as he did it again. Her ripples increased, milking at his thrusting penis.

  "Three.” He plunged deeper.

  "Oh,” she cried, as his cock vibrated inside her—arching up to it, uncaring of the penalty.

  "Four.” He intoned.

  "Five.” He jammed it into her and pinched her clit.

  She exploded, crying out as her bottom milked at his cock. She felt him shoot his come high inside her and sighed, feeling well used.

  "Perfect,” he praised, still atop her, dropping his head to lie against her back.

  Melanie sagged, sandwiched between him and the spanking bar. Had she actually begged him to take her ass? It seemed right somehow. When she snuggled in his arms hours later, she knew she could never go back to her tame old life.

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  Chapter 12

  Ace woke instantly, not sure what had set off his warning signal, but knowing they were in danger. He walked to the window and looked out to see strangers on the street—Raul's rag tag mob. Shit, maybe the GPS tracker in the sat phone malfunctioned, or did Raul have inside information?

  Melanie started and woke up. He glanced at her and she stared back at him with wide eyes. The fright he saw on her face made his gut twist. He had to protect her at any cost.

  Raul's angry voice shouting orders on the street below was audible.

  Ace looked down to see the Lobo's commander spit on the ground angrily after shouting at one of his men. The annoyed leader got back in his rusty pickup truck, and took off inland at a high rate of speed, following the roving sat phone.

  "They found us,” she said with a gasp.

  Ace nodded grimly and watched Raul drive out of town until he couldn't see the dirt cloud anymore. “Relax, he's leaving.” Only then, did he turn and walk back toward the bed. The guilt he saw on Melanie's face hurt him. He ran a soothing hand down her arm and she settled. “They're following ghosts. By the time they figure it out, we'll be safe,” he said.

  Melanie nodded. “Okay. What now?"

  Ace felt honored by the trust she placed in him and vowed not to let her down. “Shower, dress, and breakfast. Then we get out of town."

  They dressed in silence. Ace slowed his breathing, going into mission mode as he mulled over his options. One look at Melanie helped him focus. “Come on,” he said hoisting the packs.

  "Where are we going?” she asked in a hushed voice, following him out of the cantina.

  "Sanctuary,” he said, praying it was true. Based on his breakdown of communication with Delta he wasn't completely sure of his reception. But he had no choice but to trust Santos, after all, he knew where the bodies were buried. Once he had Melanie safely on ice at The Aerie, he'd regroup and kill the bastards that were hunting them.

  Melanie slanted him a glance and saw the truth in his eyes. He was as worried at she was, but he was better at hiding it. Bless the macho man. She let out a sigh and followed him, hoping they'd head in the opposite direction of their pursuers. “I thought you dumped our jeep, so how are we going to escape?"

  "We've got wheels,” he said with a chuckle.

  "Where?” She looked over his shoulder to see a dirt bike leaned against the wall. “I've never ridden a motorcycle before."

  He gave her a wry look. “You've never done a lot of things before, Sugar."

  It was true, he'd opened up a whole new world for her, not that she was going to admit it. She didn't appreciate his amusement. “Just get on with it, Cowboy."

  He smiled, and held up the keys. “Right with you."

  She put on the helmet he handed her, wondering where they were going. She hadn't wanted to ask, proving she trusted him. It seemed to mean so much to him and she could understand that. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that when he dropped her off, she might not see him again. The thought made her frown, she'd found fulfillment with him and she did not intend to give him up. She let out a disgruntled grumble of complaint, drawing his attention.

  His hard mouth twitched with amusement. “Something bothering you, Sugar?"

  She scowled back at him. “Yeah, you, I refuse to let you dump me off somewhere, so don't even think about it,” she bit back at him, “And stop playing hard to get,” she said, stomping her foot.

  He reached out to snag her arm when she moved away, miffed. “Honey, I can be had any time you say the word. You've got me walking around with a stiff cock half the time."

  "Really?” She looked down at his bulge for proof. It pleased her to no end that she affected him that way. “I thought it only happened when we kissed."

  "Sugar, it happens every time I think about you. Satisfied?"

  "For now."

  "Good. Let's go.” He took her arm and steered her toward the dirt bike.

  She stared, impressed, as she watched him climb onto the bike. Then he looked at her, his sultry gaze sweeping over her like a caress, and she melted into a big pile of Melanie goo.

  He was in a hurry for her, an excellent sign. Her sex fluttered, as she cast a sidelong glance at him, growing creamy for him. God, he was sexy. Come what may, she'd chosen whom she trusted, and she wouldn't look back. She'd as good as severed ties with Jeb after her call to Dot today, and she didn't regret it, even though she knew there might be hell to pay later.

  She didn't care. She had Ace for now and she'd keep him as long as she could. She wasn't foolish enough to ask for more. She just wanted to feel the heat with Ace, solve the case, and go back home with some sexy memories.

  Maybe Ace would want more like Rosa had intimated. No! She absolutely wouldn't let herself go there, wouldn't torture herself with what might be. She'd just enjoy this adventure to the fullest. At least Ace was keeping her safe. Riding a motorcycle was another new experience. The thought of pressing tight to Ace was intriguing. She watched him stash the duffle in the saddlebags, put on his own helmet, and mount the bike.

  Melanie's heart fluttered as heat rushed through her, watching the utterly male movement. Her mouth watered. She so wanted a piece of that. And she'd have him once they got where they were going. Ace turned to see her watching him and smiled.

  "Ride with me, Sugar.” He patted the bike's leather seat.

  She nodded, knowing he'd caught her drooling at him and not caring. She slipped onto the back of the bike, gasping when her spanked bottom touched hot leather.

  "Put your arms around me, Sugar, and hang on tight,” Ace said.

  Rushing to obey, she gasped when her sensitive clit bumped against him, and her sex pulsed against the vibrating seat. Oh lord, it was going to be pure pleasure riding with him. She bit back an orgasmic moan as a spasm went though her.

  Ace let out a knowing chuckle. “Enjoy it, Babe, it's one of the perks of riding with a biker,” he said as they drove out of town.

  After the sultry night they'd spent, she was still primed for action. In short, she needed to come—bad—and his words threatened to push her over the edge. She plastered herself to his back, her arms wrapped tighter around him, murmuring, “You are a wicked man, Special Agent Ace Riser.” He chuckled when her hands drifted down to his erection, and she gasped.

  "I live to excite you, Sugar."

  Melanie let out a yelp as they went over a rut, driving them off the beaten path, and did as he said, hugging him tighter and pressing against him. She gave up trying to watch the tangled mass of vegetation he wove them through, trusting his ins
tincts, and closed her eyes. All sensation seemed to be focused on her vibrating mound pressed against the leather seat. She whimpered, her sex fluttering with each bump.

  "You're dying to know where we're going, aren't you, Sugar?"

  "Of course not, I trust you,” she stammered, squeezing him tighter, making him groan when she accidentally squished his erection too hard.

  "Do that again and we might not make it to sanctuary,” he scolded.

  Her face flamed as she tucked it against him. “Sorry.” She sure as hell didn't want to cause them to crash.

  "Don't be,” he said, reaching down to slide her hand off his package. “But fun and games will have to wait. Keep that up, and I'll be out of commission."

  "Okay,” she said, with concern and moved her other hand up off his bulge.

  Hours later, when they drove up to a thick stone wall, she looked at it in surprise. What a funny sight out here in the wild. Approaching a gate, complete with a guard sporting bandoliers straight out of a Mexican movie, her eyes widened. A sign above the gate read, The Aerie. She shivered right down to her toes. Santos Valdez. Reported cartel hit man and the subject of her mundane computer wiretaps before Jeb Mason had lured her into the field. Talk about life coming full circle. The fates seemed to be laughing at her. When the guard grinned, and asked Ace how it was hanging, in colloquial Spanish, she bit her lip in disapproval. Ace's friendly reply made her bite back a groan as the guard opened the gate for them, and her heart sank. What kind of agent played nice with hit men, thugs, and madams?

  Apparently, her lover. Ace drove them down the long gravel drive to a mansion on a hill. Well, Rosa had turned out to be a good person, so she'd withhold judgment until she met Santos.

  "Honey, we're home,” Ace said, bringing the bike to a halt.

  She sat there frozen for a moment, thinking about the repercussions of dealing with The Saint, as other equally dubious associates had dubbed Santos. She got off the bike when Ace slanted her a curious glance. Did he know she knew?