I bite his lower lip and he hisses, pushing his hand extra hard against my groin before he pulls up my skirt in one swift move and yanks down my panties to my knees. As they fall the rest of the way to my ankles, I wriggle a little and manage to step out of them with one foot. He immediately thrusts his fingers deep inside me. I gasp and squirm in his hold.
“Shhh,” he says in a low voice.
“That wasn’t a word,” I whisper.
“You are so begging for it.” His voice is stern and a thrill courses through me.
“Begging for what?” I bite my lip and meet his gaze, trying to look innocent. His eyes are hooded and intense as they regard me. Then he unbuckles his belt. I try to help him with the buttons, but he shoves my hand away and flips them open, pulling down his pants.
“Do. Not. Move,” he breathes in my ear, then he pulls up one of my legs, pushing me hard against the wall and thrusts inside me in one move. I moan out loud from the impact of his thick cock in my unprepared pussy. Oh God!
He covers my mouth with his palm and thrusts again, hard. And again, and again, in and out, stretching me, his pace relentless. He steadies me against the wall and that’s a good thing because otherwise I would have been shoved around helplessly. I embrace him, holding him tight, reveling in the sensation of him filling me, the feeling of our naked thighs moving against each other, his body pressed against mine, and the meeting of our lips, our tongues. Fire licks my insides and my body is screaming for the release that is getting closer and closer.
“Touch yourself, Syd,” he pants.
I wonder how, because there is no room, but I obey and push my hand down between our bodies, toward my needy flesh. I touch my swollen clit, circle it, and that’s all it takes. I come harder than I ever have in my life. He grabs my throat as his lips crash against mine, our mouths devouring each other, hungrily, desperately. He keeps thrusting and when my clenching has begun to subside, he groans quietly and pushes all the way in to the hilt, shudders running through him. My heart slams a wild staccato as I circle my hips against his, coaxing a pained noise past his lips. I trace his jaw with the tips of my fingers. He’s warm, a thin sheen of perspiration glistening on his forehead, a light stubble pricking my skin. He smells of expensive cologne, sandalwood and pine, and a deep musky scent of man and sex. I find his hand and lick his palm before I circle his fingers with my tongue.
“Holy fucking hell, Syd,” he moans and pushes hard against me. “You make me want to go again. But I’m not seventeen anymore.”
He rests his sweaty forehead against mine and then we just stand there. My heart beats so fast that it makes me dizzy. It was crazy and amazing. It was also probably all we’re going to get, but by God, did we make the best out of it. He goes softer in me and slides out. Pulling a large chunk of toilet paper out of the dispenser he then gently pushes it up between my legs. I grab the paper, holding it there to soak it all up.
“Thank you.” He gives me a quick kiss and straightens. When he releases me, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. “Oh no!”
“What?”
“I look terrible.”
He gives me a once-over and shakes his head. “You look fantastic.”
I laugh. “In the eye of the beholder.”
“Maybe. But you’re still incredibly sexy with that ‘please fuck me again’ expression on your face.”
“I feel well and properly fucked. Twice. I think that’s your wishful thinking.”
“And what if it is?”
Heat pools between my legs again. Oh, for fuck’s sake. How desperate am I? I bend and pick up my soaked panties. “Is there even any point putting these on?”
His eyes flash. “I’ll take those.” He rips them out of my hand and stuffs them in one of his pockets, grinning at me.
“Hey!”
He winks and gives me a quick kiss. I shake my head in disbelief but can’t help grinning.
We finish up and make ourselves almost presentable again. He opens the door and peeks out, then he nods. I step toward it, looking questioningly at him.
“I have human needs too,” he says.
“Right. Of course.”
I wobble through the aisle, clutching my old outfit in my hand. Falling back into my seat, my mind swirling, still aroused, I realize I just joined the Mile High Club. I smile to myself and get a weird look from a woman passing by. It makes me laugh out loud.
Nathan
I close the door behind her and almost fall against it, trembling. I’m absolutely spellbound by this little woman. I can’t do this. I have to focus on work. Clutching the cold metal of the sink, studying myself, I wonder if this will fuck with my mission. I sigh and shove a hand through my hair, then I turn on the water and splash some on my face. I can’t allow it. We’ll have these hours, that’s it, and then I’ll turn it off.
I take care of my other needs that a couple of glasses of wine, and coffee on top of that, has given me. It’s fucking hard though, because my thoughts stray, and I already want her again.
Sydney eyes me up and down when I get back.
“What?” I say and lean against the seat.
“That’s not fair,” she says.
“What’s not fair?” I sit and smooth out my pants.
“You look as if nothing happened.”
I laugh. “Not really.” I nod to my groin. My cock is hard as a rock again.
“What a predicament.” She glances around us, then she lifts her hand and strokes me.
Her warmth through the fabric, sends a shudder rushing down my spine. I so need to take control of this situation. I look at her and see her pupils dilate. At least I’m not the only one who’s a mess. I groan and nod toward her lap. “Are you still naked under there?” My heart pounds fast. I want to feel her warm soft cunt. I want her lips around my cock. I want to wrap her hair around my fist and violate her. I’m fucking obsessed.
She squirms under my gaze and nods, her eyes widening. It’s like she knows what I’m thinking. ”I need a cold shower,” she says with a devastatingly sexy little moan.
“Any chance of company in that shower?” I whisper in her ear, feeling the heat from her skin on my cheek.
“Maybe…” She throws me a look full of mischief.
“I can work with that,” I say.
A very real thought suddenly strikes me despite the bubble of excitement and the surrealness of it all. I don’t know how to express it. It sullies everything. I process what to say, but then I say it.
“Sydney. Are you healthy?”
She catches on immediately. “Yes, I am. I know I am.” She groans and rubs her face. “Oh my God. We’re such idiots.”
I nod. Suddenly I am very sober. Damn, that was stupid.
“How about you, Nathan?”
“Yeah, I am.” All joy seeps out of me as a chill sweeps in. My heart pounds harder. Fuck. “Syd… will there be little Nathans or Sydneys?”
“Oh God no! I’m protected.”
“Afraid of slip-ups, then?” A shudder of relief runs through me. I am not fucking father material.
“Well, I like to be safe. I mean, a condom can break.”
“You’re a clever woman.” I smile at her as I exhale, the tension leaving my body.
“I pride myself on that. Normally,” she adds, rolling her eyes.
I chuckle. “In any case, it happened, and now it doesn’t matter anymore, does it? I mean we—”
“Yes.” She knows what I’m trying to say. “We’re already screwed.”
I laugh out loud. “Yes. Quite literally.”
Her stomach growls loudly.
“Hungry?”
“Always need to eat after exercise.” She winks.
I laugh, then I put a hand on her leg again, inching up her skirt until I feel her naked skin. I push between her thighs and find that lovely, drenched pussy. She spreads her thighs a little bit, giving me access.
“Nathan,” she moans as she bucks against my palm. “Do you always ass
ault women on your trips?”
“Only the easy ones.”
She slaps my shoulder. “I’m not easy.”
“If you say so…” She gasps and arches as I push inside and start moving my fingers in her. I lean in and put my lips to her neck, kissing a path along it up to her mouth. She squirms and her breathing grows shallow.
“Easy,” I mumble against her lips.
She huffs and squeezes her thighs together.
“Spread them,” I growl. She jolts and obeys. “Wider.” She trembles, hesitates, looks around us. I pinch her clit, making her jump. “Do it. And close your eyes. You can’t open them until I say so.”
I’m rock hard. I look at her luscious lips. Fuck, I want those around my cock. I thrust my fingers inside her, wiggling them. Enjoying the feel of how she begins to tense up, getting closer.
“You can’t come, Sydney,” I whisper on a whim. I can’t come. She can’t. It’s fair, and I fucking love to torture her.
“I can’t promise you that,” she gasps.
I pull out of her and wipe my fingers on a napkin. “Then we’re done here.”
She squirms and moans. “You’re killing me.”
“Oh, no. I’m really not.”
I laugh. If I was killing her, she wouldn’t be sitting here. She’d try to run. And I’d catch her. Wherever she went. I look at her disheveled appearance and smirk, then a pang of disappointment shoots through me when they start announcing our descent.
“Can I look?” she whispers.
The feeling of loss claws at my insides. She’s fucking obeying me. I have her in my hand, and I have to let go.
“Yes, you may look.”
Chapter 7
Nathan
The Dominican Republic is at our feet. At first like a tiny green dot in the distance, but then rapidly growing as we descend. I glance at Sydney. She’s gripping the armrests, her knuckles white, squeezing her eyes shut. I lean in and unclench one of her hands, taking it in mine.
“Hey, relax. You’re good.”
She looks at me, oozing of distress.
I sigh. “Look. Here’s how I see it. What can you do anyway? All right? If your time’s up, it’s up. You can’t do shit about it. Value life when you have it. One day, you won’t. You don’t know when it’s gonna end, and there’s no use worrying in advance. Right? And it’s not gonna be over today. Just relax. I’ve got you.”
She opens her mouth as if to object, but then it’s like she deflates. She grabs my hand tighter and mouths a ‘thank you’.
I shake my head in wonder. The last time Nathan Russo consoled another human being, before I met this woman, was six years ago, after my little sister got raped, right before Christian and I sought out her neighbor and beat him to death. No one fucking messes with our family. Glancing through the window, I see the beaches and the lush greenery, but it doesn’t register. I think of the phone calls I have to make, where to meet my contact, how to pick up the goods, and if they will provide me with the gun I specified.
We have to be careful with this target. His guards aren’t your regular security detail; they’re hired from Colombian drug lords. He knows he’s in deep shit.
I’ve been prepping for this for weeks. The guards are the ones we gotta deal with first, before we can home in on Diego. We know where they live. We know what their weaknesses are, and their strengths. We know when they eat, what they eat, who they fuck, where their families live, the names of their dogs. Hell, even what brand of toothpaste they use. All right, maybe not the latter.
“Nate?”
I’m pulled out of my train of thoughts by a soft voice to my right. “Huh?”
She puts a hand on my arm. “Where are you?”
I snort inwardly. Yeah. Cut off heads, burning houses, the smell of gasoline and blood. That’s where my mind’s at. “Lots of things on my mind.” I caress her cheek. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Work calling.”
I’m frustrated because I’m torn. I actually do want to spend a few more hours with this beautiful brunette. She has taken my mind off everything else but the present for four hours straight. I can’t remember the last time I was so content. It was nice for a change. I would want to squeeze a little more out of that. I want to see her naked, feel all of her, fuck her senseless and hear her scream for me as she comes.
But I already know I can’t. This part of the journey is over.
I glance at her. She looks happy. It unexpectedly makes my chest tighten. I’ll tell her in a bit.
Sydney
We land at the International Airport Las Americas. Nathan keeps touching me. A hand on the small of my back. Fingers finding the gap between the skirt and the blouse, hot on my skin. I want to follow him to his hotel for hours and hours of mindless sex. I don’t care if it’s crazy. I don’t care if it’s unreasonable. I shift from one foot to the other, sighing, impatiently looking at the suitcases that pass in front of us.
Nathan looks at me with a smile on his face. “Nervous?”
“Antsy,” I answer.
He chuckles. Suddenly he takes a stride forward and grabs a large black, expensive-looking bag with lots of side pockets and a sturdy combination padlock. He checks the name tag and then slings it over his shoulder. As we move toward customs, he glances at me, grabs my arm, pulls me close, and kisses my neck. The butterflies in my belly have a fit, as if they’re on steroids. I take in his tall lean body. A shiver runs through me when I think of his touch, and what lies ahead. I have a constant ache between my legs, and the panty-less situation doesn’t help.
I stop for a moment and look at the buzzing arrivals terminal that opens up before us. It’s filled with noises, scents, people. Not unlike MIA, which is very crowded to say the least, but at the same time totally different. I sniff the air and smell coffee.
“Do we have time?” I ask, and nod at the little cafe.
He laughs. “Sydney, there’s no hope for you. You’re the worst coffee addict I’ve met.” We steer our steps toward it when his phone rings. He holds up a hand. “Sorry. Go ahead.”
I greet the lady at the counter. She speaks perfect English. It doesn’t feel that exotic to be honest, but I don’t know what I was expecting. Silly me. In the background I hear Nathan on the phone, a word here and there.
“—passport—international policy—the papers—when we off hi… —” He glances in my direction and moves further away, hunching over a bit, turning his back to me.
I order two coffees. Nathan pockets the phone and comes up to me. My heart sinks as I look at him. It’s in the air, he’s not with me anymore, but I push the feeling away and try to stay in the present as I hand him one of the cups.
“So…” I say.
He takes the coffee and sips it, then he nods toward a table. “Sit?”
“Sure.” I drink the hot liquid and realize I bought this only to have something to occupy my hands with. Maybe to buy some time. I have a feeling of urgency I don’t like. We sit in companionable silence for a few minutes and watch the bustling terminal. I’ve always liked watching people, and there’s something about airports: excitement in the air, everyone is on their way to somewhere.
I flinch when he suddenly speaks. “Sydney.”
“Yeah.” My stomach plummets. I knew this was coming.
“It’s been lovely, and I’ve appreciated it a lot, both your company, as well as the very unexpected and fantastic meeting we’ve had.”
“But?” I say, my heart pounding harder with the mounting disappointment.
“But, I’ve gotta go. I’m really, really sorry. I’d have loved to keep the promise of a, maybe not too cold, shower, and I wanted to finish this properly but…” He gestures with a bit of a helpless expression.
“Of course,” I say, and swallow against the growing lump in my throat. “You’re here to work. With whatever it is you do… And it was a silly thought. I’d have loved to… Anyway. You gotta do what you gotta do. Go. Don’t work too hard. Remember to take some time off fo
r pleasure too.” I force a strained smile.
He finishes his coffee and stands. “Come here,” he says and pulls me to him. Burying his face in my hair, he then threads a hand through it. “I like your hair and how it curls down your back. It’s very sexy. I liked… pulling it.” He presses harder against me and it’s clear how much he appreciated it. “Thank you for a few wonderful hours, Syd.”
I choke up, but I knew this was just a chance encounter, and nothing that would last. “You too, Nathan.”
He straightens and grabs his bag. Kissing me on the cheek, he then turns and maneuvers between the tables toward the exit. I look at him until he disappears. Despite him looking totally foreign in the crowd he still looks like he belongs there.
There’s a stone lodged in my heart when I walk to fetch a taxi.
Everything is cold in the lobby of the tourist resort in La Romana: white marble, thoroughly air conditioned, surprisingly quiet. A vast difference to the outside world. Armed with a key card and some brochures, I make my way to my room. Time to relax and do absolutely nothing but swim, sunbathe, peek at other tourists, have drinks and read. No phone, no thoughts of work, no makeup, no high heeled shoes.
And no thoughts of a hot stranger on an airplane.
I open the doors to the patio and let the heat wash over me. Closing my eyes against the sun, I enjoy the light breeze on my skin. The ocean lies before me, exactly as I imagined it. It’s almost as blue as his eyes, but not quite. His were colder in a way, but at the same time passionate, intense. The ocean is nothing but a body of water. Breathtakingly beautiful, but void of emotion and right now all it does is mock me with its color.
I shed my wrinkled clothes, dropping them on the bed, unpack and put the bikini on instead. Then I lock up and leave for the beach. When I walk through the lobby, I snag a random book from a bookshelf filled with used paperbacks. I turn it in my hand, looking at the cover. Hot guy. Harlequin. Romance. Sex.
Figures. It’s not like I need reminding.
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