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by Blue Davis


  She loved listening to him call her ‘baby.’ His lips were so damn sexy and the way he said it sent a rush of warmth to her inner thighs. “I want you. Take me. Please James.” Her core burned as she pressed her breasts on to him. He circled a nipple through the material of her shirt and bra, until he became impatient and reached under shirt, groping the soft fleshy pillow. He caressed her pulsating curves and reshaped them under his palm. He unbuttoned the tiny clear buttons of her blouse and tore it off, then pulled the tank top over her head. He stared at her robust cleavage and licked his lips before plunging into her bounty. His fingers unfastened her bra, grunting as her nipples grazed his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes closed halfway as he captured her nipple between his lips. He let out a deep growl and chafed his thumb over the pebbled peak and pinched. He drew it into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue and nibbling.

  Her bare belly burned with emotion. No man had ever touched her this way or had explored her body with such fervent desire. It was as though he knew exactly what her body craved and worked without tire to supply her with it. He didn’t even seem to mind her battle scars. And that was so freeing.

  She ran her fingers over his sculpted back and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He broadened his shoulders to allow her to lift it up. Her abdomen contracted as a rush of heat cascaded through her inner thighs. Sweet baby Jesus. He was beautiful. Slender, supple, and wide with the rippling muscles contouring every area of his upper body.

  “I need to have you inside me,” she whispered through thick emotion.

  He flipped her around and placed a flat palm against the hairs of her mound. His fingers anchored the button of her shorts and released it. He tugged at her zipper and yanked her shorts down her dark thighs. They clenched, as his fingers gripped and pushed them apart. She heard his zipper being lowered behind her ass. She placed one leg up on the surface mount of the steering wheel.

  He teased her opening with the head of his member, causing it to clench and gush. He smoothed her sopping wet fluid all over his cock, greedily. His breathing increased as he drew the throbbing rod closer to her ready opening. Then he shoved the cock deep into her, the walls of her channel stretching wider and wider to let him in. He paused and breathed in shallow air. “You are so fucking tight. I’m so sorry. Am I hurting you?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned, though it was the first time he’d asked.

  James was a bigger man, and she was still partially sore from his pounding the night before, but the pleasure of feeling him move throughout her core outweighed the small amount of pain. “No. I need you to fuck me hard. Please James. Don’t stop.”

  He growled as he pounded the engorged shaft into her. Her channels surrounded him and clamped on to the mammoth member. His hands ravaged her body, then centered on her ass, as he gripped her hipbone and pulled it to him. “Come for me, Lexi. I want to hear your beautiful voice moan.” He laid a flat hand over the cheek of her butt and smacked it.

  The jolt sent a heated arousal through her body. She moaned as he jabbed his tortured flesh into her wet passage. She quickly lost control as nerve endings fired a thunderous blast throughout her body.

  He gripped her hipbone hard and embedded the enormous organ into the folds of her flesh. “I’m coming too, baby.”

  The pulsating thickness pumped seed into her body, sending waves of pleasure through her abdomen.

  His breath came in shallow pants. He brushed his lips over her back and applied light kisses to her shoulders. “I lose all control with you,” he whispered in her ear. He moved an arm over her belly, lifted her up, and withdrew himself.

  She shivered. She had never felt like that before. A smile rose to her untamed lips. The warmth surrounded her chest as she watched the man clothe himself again. They had been through so much together. She didn’t know if they had a future together, but the coveted protection he had provided her with over the last few days gave her startling fulfillment. She… felt safe.

  An enormous amount of gratitude washed over her. Whatever pain she’d had in the past was dissolving. It was replaced with exasperating ecstasy. Goosebumps shimmied down her arms as he drew her in close. She rested her head on his hard chest and wished they could stay like that forever.

  He ran his fingers across her tendrils of hair and tucked them behind her ear. He kissed her forehead. “I was so afraid back there. I don’t know what’s worse, the feeling of almost losing you or the feeling of losing myself over you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He drew her mouth onto his and planted along kiss on her mouth.

  “I know how you feel, James. I never thought I would say this, but I’m really liking this partnership.”

  He raised an eyebrow. He looked hurt. “Partnership? Like it’s another business deal?”

  He asked like he thought of them as more. If only she could be so brave. Taking on James for more than just business meant exposing her heart. What if he clawed it out and crushed it? She drew in a deep breath and shook her head. “I’m not sure about all this James. Aren’t we moving too fast?” She gazed into his injured blue eyes. She wrapped her arms up around his broad shoulders and rested her head against his chest. He encircled his arms around her and pulled her in tighter.

  “We’ve known each other ten years. We just proved that we’re meant for each other. What more is there to figure out?” He offered a curt smile and rubbed his eyes. He let out a sigh of unease. “I think we better take care of these bodies and make a plan before the sharks began to circle the boat.”

  He was right. It was not time to talk about partnerships. They had a long trip ahead of them and had done very little planning. How were they going to conceal the gold? She had been procrastinating having to do the dirty clean up. Having to pick up Carl’s dead, limp body was no joyous act.

  A sudden wash of guilt cascaded over her shoulders as she thought again of Noah. He had looked about the same age as she and James. Yet he was willing to give his life for people he didn’t even know. If only they could give him a proper burial. Did they even know his last name? Lexi closed her eyes and recited a silent prayer for him.

  His body lay sprawled over thick corded rope, his head resting back, peacefully. “Maybe we should check for ID on Noah and see if we can contact his family. I’d like to send them his share of the earnings.”

  James nodded as he stared at the dead body. “Good idea. Such a sweetheart.”

  Not really. A sweetheart would not have brought all this mess into people’s lives. If only she could’ve uncovered the gold alone, originally as planned. All of these senseless killings wouldn’t have occurred.

  They struggled to lift Carl’s body and balanced him on the metal railing before allowing the weight of his body to take over. “Bye Carl,” she murmured as they let go of his body. He toppled into the water and floated away with the gentle ripples of the waves.

  They picked up Noah and balanced him before hoisting his heavy body up.

  “Hold on guys.” A recognizable voice spoke from under their grip.

  It was Noah. He was alive.

  “Oh my God!” Lexi felt the sheer feeling of joy rising to her chest.

  “There still might be something left of me here.” Noah produced a half-grin and squinted an eye at them.

  Chapter 14

  James

  Is he shitting me? “What? Oh my God, are you serious?”

  Noah lifted his shirt to reveal a thick, black pad. He smiled with one corner of his mouth.

  “My man. Bullet-proof vest,” James uttered. He rocked his head back and howled. “Motherfucker. You had me for a minute there.” He hit him on the shoulder.

  “Easy,” Noah warned, flashing a hand. “It hurts.”

  He touched the midsection of the vest and grunted.

  Lexi’s mouth gaped. She closed it and opened it again. “You are one lucky son of a bitch,” she declared, shaking her head.

  “Hey, no name-calling,” Noah lectured, smiling.


  Lexi formed a slow smile. “I cannot believe what I’m seeing.”

  Noah was a true warrior, but he wasn’t a dummy. Wearing a bullet-proof vest meant that he must’ve had some idea of the danger with folks like Carl and Andrew. That he had even thought of wearing a bullet-proof vest showed his wit and value of human life.

  “It’s more than luck. This guy was prepared. He’s a fucking genius,” James piped. “Let’s get him to the bunk.”

  Lexi looked him up and down. “Geez, I don’t know if I can make it. This guy is big.”

  The guy was no Olympic bodybuilder, but he was still beefy. Only a little smaller than myself. He probably worked out as hard as me, or maybe a little less.

  Noah tilted his head back and gazed into the sky. “Guys, put me down. My legs aren’t broken. It’s this rough-ass bruise on my stomach that’s killing me.”

  “It’s actually the opposite of that, Noah. It’s that rough-ass bruise that saved your life,” Lexi corrected.

  Noah squinted at Lexi and grinned. “All right smart ass, put me down.”

  They eased him from the railing.

  He grunted when his heavy boots hit the deck. He rubbed the hairs on his chin. “You guys finished Carl off good, didn’t you?”

  James didn’t even want to think about Carl and the mess that had transpired earlier. They had been so hormonal after the incident that he hadn’t gotten a chance to ask Lexi how she felt. No doubt they would experience shock in the near future. Or maybe they were already in shock and didn’t know it.

  She turned her mouth downward and rubbed her chest. “It’s not something we’re proud of. It was a needless killing. I wish he hadn’t decided to come down here. I was hoping to injure him, but then he pulled out that gun. Ex or not… it’s no way to die.”

  James circled his arm around Lexi’s back and massaged the smooth curves. He wasn’t exactly sure what she felt now, but all he could do was support her. “You handled it well, Lexi. This guy was asking for it. I mean, it takes no balls whatsoever to pull a gun out on a girl.”

  Noah became still as his smile faded. He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the railing. “I’m just surprised you little munchkins survived through all the mayhem. I’m impressed.”

  Okay, now he was crossing the line. James wasn’t a complete novice when it came to weapons. He may not have gone out and taken down all of Iraq, but he knew how to hit a target. He lifted his chin. “I’ve shot a few rifles in my day.”

  Noah wrinkled his nose and leaned back. “Really?”

  How far can I go with this? Noah was bound to figure out that his most prized hits involved practicing with earplugs and goggles at the local gun range. “Yeah, man.”

  Noah dropped his arms at his sides. “Okay, but have you shot a man before?”

  James had absolutely no interest in shooting people. He wasn’t going to pretend to be proud of what he’d just done, either. He hated killing Carl. It would go down in the books as one of the most horrific experiences of his life, especially since Carl had just as easy of a chance of killing him.

  Shooting bullets into a warm, living, human being was different than shooting at a red and cream colored bull’s-eye. He had taken another man’s life, and he was every bit as horrified as he should’ve been. But today it was kill or be killed and luckily the latter had failed. “Hey, I’m a lover not a fighter. Nothing wrong with a little self-defense though.”

  Noah squinted his eyes, revealing a twinkle of mischief. “A killing machine is born.”

  Lexi shook her head, while staring at the space where she and Carl had battled. “Well I’ve had enough fighting to last a lifetime.”

  James eyed her. He had regretted not warning Lexi about the possible likelihood of a gunfight, but it hadn’t stunned her at all. She’d kept her cool and worked through it, never succumbing to panic or any frantic behavior. She had an eerie acceptance of reality that most people wouldn’t be able to handle. “You should’ve seen her. She had Carl shaking in his boots. She did good out here.”

  Noah hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. “I’m sure she did. She doesn’t look like anybody can just come up and knock her over.”

  Lexi crossed her arms as a flush crept across her cheeks. “Whatever guys. I did what anybody else would do in this situation.”

  “Ha. You did a hell of a lot more than that. You’re one bad-ass opponent,” James remarked.

  Noah glanced at James. “Better keep an eye on her.”

  Lexi shook her head and beamed. “You guys are just saying that.”

  Her being a bad-ass fighter made him remember why he had been so attracted to her. She wasn’t your average female, and she was skilled in ways that other people weren’t. When she didn’t have an ability, she learned how to get it. She was agile, flexible, and adapted well to whatever chaos was going on around her. And that made her painfully delicious.

  Noah ambled to the bridge deck, his demeanor serious. “Have you guys thought of how to bring the gold back?”

  Well, the most obvious way was… James’ brain scrambled. How were they going to pull it off without causing massive alarm to border patrol? It wasn’t every day that somebody came through with hundreds of small gold coins. He had no idea how to answer Noah. “The same way we came?”

  “Uh, I don’t think so. Carl had that entire city rigged. You’re lucky you got out when and how you did, because they’re out looking for you right now.”

  Lexi blinked and glanced back and forth between Noah and James. “Who?”

  Noah grimaced and shrugged. “Who knows? Low-lives, thugs, thieves.”

  “We’re the thieves,” James noted without hesitation. He had never done so much illegal activity in his life. All of it was damn exciting though, he had to admit.

  Noah laughed. “I definitely don’t think anybody should mess with us after what happened out here a few hours ago.”

  Lexi shifted her feet and pursed her lips. “It doesn’t hurt to take precautions though. I don’t like the idea of strolling through Port-au-Prince with heavy bags of gold. It was already sketchy before, without the treasure," she muttered.

  Noah nodded. “There’s gotta be a way to use this boat and get back to Florida.”

  How would they refuel and what the hell were they going to eat? Evan. James lifted his chin. “There is.”

  They looked at him anxiously.

  “My little brother owns an island a couple hundred miles from here. If we can make it to the island, maybe he can help us and get us all fixed up before we get into Florida.”

  Lexi stared at him blankly. “He owns a what?”

  “Yeah.” James shook his head, half smiling. “An island.” His brother, Evan had made no qualms about flaunting every dime he had. It got a little embarrassing sometimes. “Don’t ask.”

  Noah pressed on his wound and grimaced. “Interesting. We still can’t show up at the border with a bunch of coins in our pockets. These babies need to ride on the black market after we get there.”

  Lexi pursed her lips and tapped her fingertips on her jaw. “Can your brother give us something to hide the coins in?”

  “Probably.” He could contact his brother to get extra supplies, and figure out how to hide the gold.

  “Maybe he has a safe or something we can lock the coins into,” Noah suggested.

  Lexi spoke up. “No. That’ll be the first place they’ll search.”

  Noah’s eyes lighted. “Maybe a piñata.”

  Lexi laughed. “Yeah right, a piñata? Maybe we can stop by Mexico and grab a couple children while we’re at it. Have a party.”

  Hmmm. “Wait. It’s not a half-bad idea. I mean, not a piñata but maybe a hollowed-out statue. One of those older ones--one a group of tourists would likely appreciate.” James put the plan together in his mind. It might work.

  Lexi crossed her arms. “Okay. But who’s gonna believe we went to Haiti for vacation? It’s stamped in our passports and it’s not exactly a tourist d
estination,” she interjected.

  The idea rumbled around in his head. True. Haiti wasn’t the first place on your mind when you thought about going out for a cruise.

  The one thing it did have was boats. Haiti was a seafaring nation. They fished, exported, imported, you name it. They liked their boats. “No, but it’s a perfect place to buy a cheap boat for three adventure-seeking backpackers.”

  Noah tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have any better ideas.”

  Lexi formed her hands into a steeple and lifted her head. “You know what? Let’s do it.”

  “All right. Let me give my brother a call,” James said, fishing in his pocket. He patted himself on the back for having bought a waterproof cell phone last year. And luckily, Carl hadn’t been smart enough to confiscate it. He had probably forgotten because they hadn’t functioned on the island. Were they close enough to a signal now though? Two bars on the display promised decent range. May not work on Strife, but it sure as shit works here. He flipped through names until he landed on Evan. He dialed the number.

  Evan’s baritone voice barreled through the receiver. “Tell me everything is fine and you’re just hanging out by the pool.”

  James chuckled. “I wish I could. Brother, how are you?”

  “Livin’ la vida loca. What’s going on? Zack told me you’re down in Haiti?”

  James paused. He needed to be curt. “Sounds like he filled you in on the details. Evan, I don’t have much time. I need your help.”

  “What’s up? Shoot.”

  He gave him the straights facts. “I’m out in the open sea about 250 miles south of Ashton Cay right now. We’re running low on supplies. It’s me and two of my friends. We need food, fuel, and some containers.”

  His brother was silent on the phone.

  He hoped he wouldn’t ask him over the phone to explain circumstances as he had no idea if the line was compromised.

  It wasn’t the first time he had asked for help from one of his brothers, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But it was the first time asking his younger brother. It was awkward, but he needed his help, regardless.

 

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