“It’s nothing.” He grunted, shrugging. “You should see the other guys.”
I laughed, stress and fear lifting as he held me close. I kissed him again. He grabbed my ass.
“Calm down, Cruz.” I leaned back, my dainty arms small around his massive neck. “Not now. Vladimir is staring at us.” I pointed to the guy who’d stupidly poked his head out the window earlier.
We both burst out laughing, tears of manic joy pouring down our cheeks.
Chapter Eighteen
Cruz
Alexandra briefly ran through the kidnap and the proceeding events, the threats from her captors, and the call with her dad.
I tried to apologize again for leaving her alone in the hotel, but she shook her head, raising a finger to my lips. “I said, it doesn’t matter. How were you to know they were in the room?” she said sweetly. “Plus, I was the one who stormed off anyway. Maybe it's me who should be apologizing.”
I laughed. “Nah, that's all right, Lex. Can’t blame you for falling in love with me so quick. I am pretty amazing.” I flexed my muscles and she slapped me playfully on the chest.
“Dad!” she said suddenly, her eyes wide. “He must be worried sick!”
She ran to the tablet she’d said was used for the call earlier. It had managed to remain undamaged throughout the brief gun battle, other than a slight spray of Russian blood on the screen.
We both stood together within view of the camera. I had to duck slightly. The call rang for only a second.
“You said thirty mi….” His face unblurred as the connection improved. “Cruz! You… you’re there? What…?”
“I took care of them, Andrew,” I said. “Did what you paid me to do. Just had a bit of…trouble, back at the hotel. No big deal.”
“No big deal? Ha! No big deal, he says!” He sounded manic with relief. I couldn’t imagine the worry he had likely experienced when the call had dropped earlier. “You wonderful, beautiful man! I… I’m tripling your payment. No, quadrupling it! Fuck it, I’m buying you a yacht!”
I grinned. “No need, sir. I don’t like boats, anyway.” Alexandra laughed. “I got a contact in Prague. He helped me out earlier,” I said to Andrew, turning serious. “Said these guys were working for rogue government agents. They were planning some sort of cyber terrorist attack. That’s why they wanted your software. The money was irrelevant. I think our friend here wanted to retire.” I paused for a second, jerking my thumb back over my shoulder at the body visible on the corner of the screen. “Thing is, two of those rogue agents were dead already. An old friend of mine, a French dude, was onto the third. Knew where he was. When to hit him. I just gotta make a phone call, ya know, just to be sure.”
Andrew stared at me incredulously, while Alexandra stared with adoration.
“So, this is over. Ain’t no one left to take revenge,” I concluded.
“You need anything, Cruz, you let me know. I mean it. I owe you, big time,” Andrew said, smiling.
“I ain’t joking when I say I’ll remember that, Andrew. Never know when a favor might be useful, right?”
He nodded at me. “I’ll make a call to get a helicopter to you. I just need to know where you are.”
I gave him the location. He scribbled a few notes.
“Oh, Andrew,” I said, “there is one thing I’d like…”
He looked up, eyebrows raised.
I grabbed Alexandra by her waist, squeezing her against me. She kissed me on the cheek.
Andrew stared, mouth wide. “Oh. Oh, I see…” He shrugged. “Cruz, you have my blessing. Just keep her safe.” He laughed. “At least I don’t have to pay you now, anyway!”
We all laughed together.
His eyes watered wistfully. “You’d make a great son-in-law, anyway.”
Alexandra gasped. “Dad!” she shouted in indignation.
Alexandra
Cruz had checked that all of his victims were in fact dead, one-by-one. I saw how efficient he’d been on his approach at the house, arsenal of guns blazing. No one was left alive.
I tried to avoid looking at all the blood and the corpses strewn everywhere. I knew I should be feeling sick or in shock--something more than the pure relief and joy I felt. Maybe it would come in time. Then again, they’d all been horrible murderers, which made it easier, I guess.
Cruz grabbed a few guns and my hold-all and took us to the edge of a forest which was only a short jog away. We sat quietly, waiting for the sound of an approaching helicopter.
My stomach was a knot of emotion, and I longed for Cruz to take me into his big arms and hold me tight. To make love to me, gently. But he was antsy, eyes scanning the horizon for signs of movement. Listening out.
I folded my arms, smoldering with desire. My heart lurched in my chest as we heard the unmistakable sound of approaching rotor blades.
Nicely done, Dad.
Cruz grabbed my hand and we ran down into the farmland, waving wildly at the helicopter as it approached. The chopper descended slowly and landed gently in the field. My hair blew wildly as we approached. Cruz held the door open for me first, taking one last glance at the farmhouse before slipping into the seat next to me.
The pilot nodded at us and pointed to the helmets on the seats in front of us, with microphones attached.
The helicopter was rising already. I felt giddy with relief as the scene of destruction at the farmhouse started to fade into the distance.
We spoke to the pilot and co-pilot through the intercom. “You boys are a sight for sore eyes,” Cruz said, smiling. “Had a bit of trouble down there with some Russians. They ain’t gonna be causing any more trouble now, though.”
The pilot looked down at the farmhouse, shaking his head at Cruz’s understatement.
“Where to?” the co-pilot asked.
Cruz looked at me. “Well, we ain’t got any trouble after us now. Wanna go somewhere? Up to you, doll. You got international clearance guys?”
The co-pilot gave us the thumbs up.
“Let’s get out of Prague,” I said, having to shout over the noise of the helicopter. “We didn’t have a very warm welcome here. Take us somewhere...swanky.”
Cruz
The helicopter ride was loud but comfortable. Alexandra lied on my shoulder, dozing. I stroked her hair with a large hand.
I couldn’t stop looking down at her pretty face as she slept with a content smile on her face. I vowed to myself right then and there that I was going to take care of this girl no matter what.
We made good time, the helicopter flying low and direct. The noise of the blades was broken every now and again by the pilot and co-pilot speaking to regional air control centers in clipped, short sentences. Numbers, vectors. I didn’t understand. I just knew we were getting the fuck out of dodge.
I was distracted from staring at Alexandra by the co-pilot, who mentioned a few exclusive hotels with helipads in neighboring countries. I told him to take us to the nicest one. I didn’t think Alexandra, or her father would worry about the price too much. Not today, at any rate.
I gently woke her as the helicopter touched down. The pilot turned the blades off for our exit, which made it a much more pleasant experience, especially for Alexandra with her long hair still unkempt from earlier.
We were greeted by a smartly dressed usher, who stared at us incredulously. Alexandra was half asleep, her hair tousled and unkempt from the ordeal at the farmhouse and the helicopter. As for me, my t-shirt hung open at my chest, a thin red line running from my hip to my shoulder. He eyed me briefly, his eyes widening at the sight of the long but shallow wound and the dried blood soaked my left sleeve.
“Welcome, sir. Welcome, madam.” He spoke perfect English with a slight accent I didn’t recognize. “Do you have a reservation?”
“No, ‘fraid not. Any penthouse suites free tonight?” I said.
Damn. Ain’t never said that before.
Alexandra procured a black credit card from her bag and waved it at the usher.
Two men in black suits and sunglasses stood at the entrance to the hotel adjacent to the helipad. I felt their gazes on me as we passed. I nodded at them.
Alexandra
I stumbled into the hotel, half asleep. I’d dozed at first, but had fallen into a deep sleep, comforted by Cruz’s muscular arm as I rested my head on him.
He was by my side, strong right arm supporting me as we were taken to the nearby penthouse suite. I gave the usher my dad’s credit card and waved him away.
I had a change of clothes in my bag, but Cruz had nothing other than the blood-stained clothes he was wearing. But somehow, I didn’t think we were going to need many clothes for the next day or so, though...
The thought woke me slightly as we locked the door behind us.
I kissed Cruz passionately, my hand on his hips as we stood there.
“Just need to clean myself up,” he said, looking at his two wounds in turn. He looked like an action hero from a war film, muscles showing through the ripped shirt. Fucking hot, in other words.
“Later,” I whispered. “You look sexy like this.”
He stared down at me, blue eyes sparkling. He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off, but he was holding himself back. “You sure you’re all right?” he asked. “I don’t mind if you wanna sleep some more.”
“I don’t want to sleep, Cruz. I want to be with you.” I pressed my body into his, feeling his warmth against me. I felt a sudden bulge rising in his pants as his breathing deepened. I smiled at him, feeling his erection growing quickly. “Looks like you feel the same,” I murmured.
Sexual desire rising, my face flushed, and I felt wetness growing between my thighs. I longed for him to be inside me. But I controlled myself. I wanted this to be gentle and meaningful. I wanted to show him how I really felt.
As well as the sexual tension, I felt a deeper connection, and I was sure Cruz felt something too as his eyes locked onto mine. Emotion and lust seeped through his gaze.
“Well,” he said, voice thick. “What are you waiting for?”
I pushed him in the chest, guiding him to the nearest bed. He sat obligingly on the edge of the mattress. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, his head at the same height as my breasts. I grinned seductively, my hands on his shoulders. My body was teasingly close to his, and I could feel the heat coming off his skin
I slowly lifted my blouse over my head, knowing my breasts would be pushed together enticingly as I removed my top. As the blouse went over my head, I felt his mouth on me, gentle kisses and rough stubble on my soft skin.
Large, strong hands cupped my breasts through my bra as my top fell to the floor.
I leaned forward into him, pushing his face into my cleavage. His eyes widened with pleasure as I gently took his shirt off, pulling it above his head as he kissed me.
A strong but gentle hand was at my crotch, fingers teasing me through my jeans and panties. I moaned softly in his ear.
I looked down at him as I took the shirt off, his biceps bulging deliciously as he sat there, arms raised. Strong abs tensed, powerful shoulders moving rhythmically.
A strip of black cloth was tied around the wound on his left arm. I quivered at the sight of his naked torso--muscled, scarred, and wounded. He looked like the epitome of manliness, the wounds not affecting him at all.
I felt myself getting incredibly wet as he continued to tease me through my jeans. His large fingers fumbled with the buttons. Then he grabbed my jeans with both strong hands and ripped them open. Buttons popped as he yanked them to the floor, eager to get a better view.
I unclipped my bra behind my back, letting it fall forward as he pulled my panties down gently.
I felt him suck at my left nipple as his fingers slid up into my soaking pussy. He entered me with two fingers.
I moaned again in pleasure. “Cruz, I’m going to ride you slowly.”
His mouth moved to my other nipple, caressing me with his big tongue. I felt a tingle of pleasure as he sucked at me, tendrils of ecstasy flowing outward from my core.
I stood there for a long moment, eyes closed as I lost myself in the sensation of him. I ran my hand down his muscles, from his neck to his shoulders, squeezing them gently.
He looked up at me and our eyes locked. I felt a connection to him, a closeness that I had felt from the first moment we’d become intimate. My heart lurched with emotion as he stared at me.
“Cruz,” I moaned between waves of pleasure as his fingers stretched my pussy. “Get the rest of your clothes off. I want to see you.”
He stood up in front of me, powerful muscles bunching wonderfully.
I stood in front of him, naked. I stroked his chest as he unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. His massive cock bulged through his tight boxer shorts. I grabbed it, eyes wide as I felt his girth beneath my hand. I caressed his cock gently, delighting in his growl of desire, his hips moving in time with my hand as I stroked him.
He pulled his boxers down slowly, teasingly. I grabbed his cock as it emerged rock hard.
I continued to stroke him, watching his face contort in pleasure at my firm grip. I jerked him off slowly, with a steady rhythm.
“You’re beautiful, Alexandra,” he said. “You’re mine. I ain’t never letting you go.” He spoke gently, moaning the words.
I pushed him back onto the bed. “Lie down,” I commanded. I grabbed my breasts as he settled back reclining. His hand was on his cock as he reclined back on the bed, watching me approach.
I crawled onto the bed, slowly approaching him. My hard nipple brushed the end of his cock as he held it in place for me. I knelt as my hips reached his. I took him in my hand, jerking him gently, teasing his shaft with my wet pussy as I stroked his cock.
I had to rise up high on my knees to guide his hard cock into me. I sat back down, slowly, teasing him as he entered. I was so horny that he slipped in easily. I felt him fill me to the brim, like he completed me. Like we were meant for each other.
Waves of crackling electricity spread from his cock inside me, rising up into my stomach and breasts. I felt a tingling pulse through my body as I took all of him. Using my knees for support, I rode him gently at first, leaning forward on my hands and arching my back, breasts swinging gently.
“Oh, fuck…” I moaned. He was pushing up with his hips in time with mine. I resisted the urge to fuck him as fast as I could until he exploded inside me.
I increased in pace as I felt his breathing increase in speed, an animalistic desire in his blue eyes. His hands were on my waist, accentuating his thrusts.
He looked deeply into my eyes. “Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said through clenched teeth.
I somehow managed to slow myself slightly, my eyes still on his. “Cruz…” I said, a wave of emotion building inside of me, sexual pleasure and the release of tension mixed with strong emotion. “I love you, Cruz,” I said, cheeks reddening.
He thrust into me more passionately at my words. “Oh fuck, Lex. I love you.”
I was amazed to hear his words, hoping briefly that it wasn’t said merely in the heat of passion. It didn’t matter at the moment though. Nothing else did.
When I couldn’t control myself any longer, I rode him harder, faster. His hips thrusted with me as I rode him, and I felt a familiar rising of pleasure in my stomach. I let myself go, moaning loudly as I felt his cock stiffen, getting even harder.
He was grunting regularly in pleasure, eyes still on mine. I grabbed his hands and pushed them back over his head and leaned forward. Our faces were inches away from each other.
“I’m coming, Alexandra. Oh, fuck…”
I slid back and forth, biting my lip with pleasure, eyes half-closed as I felt an orgasm building. His whole body tensed beneath me and his cock started to twitch.
I came as he exploded inside me, his strong convulsions adding great
er pleasure to my orgasm, almost painful in its intensity. He pushed into me harder as he came, stomach muscles bunching as my whole body was pushed up towards him.
He kissed me passionately, gasping with pleasure into my mouth.
I moaned as the waves of pleasure built into an explosive finish, body tensing, pussy tightening around his cock. I screamed as the orgasm hit, everything else forgotten.
Cruz moaned in pleasure as he watched me orgasm, his cock still twitching from his own.
I fell forward onto him, collapsing, weak after the pleasure started to fade. He was breathing deeply, steadily, his strong chest rising and falling as I lied there on top of him.
“Wow.” I said, panting. “That...that was amazing.”
Cruz
Alexandra had come alive on top of me, riding me hard and fast. I didn’t think sex could get any better than the first time. I was wrong. This had felt different, more intense; passion and emotion had strengthened the pure sexual gratification.
I’d told her I loved her, amazed at my own words, mostly because I had meant it. I had fallen for this girl, deeply and unashamedly. Without even realizing it, my emotions resurfaced after years of solitude.
After we had both cum, the sexual pleasure fading, the feeling of love was still there. Stronger, even. I vowed to myself that my only goal in life now was to make her happy. And I would strive in everything I did to make it happen.
“Cruz,” she spoke gently into my ear, “I do love you, you know. It wasn’t just… in the moment.”
I turned to her, planting a big, lingering kiss on her lips. “I love you too, Lex. And I mean it. I ain’t one to say things I don’t mean.”
She laughed, relieved. “That’s for damn sure.”
I thought about the past, and our unknown future stretching out before us. The regrets, shame, and fear of being hurt I had once carried around with me seemed distant, fading quickly. There wouldn’t be much room for anything other than the burgeoning love I felt for her. I felt like I had started to heal inside, simply from her acceptance. Her acceptance of every side of me…
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