We get a fair distance from the farmhouse before I pull over. The fact they found her again so fast has been rattling around in my head like a fucking earworm. It doesn’t make sense unless they bugged her. Which takes us back to what happened before Kaiser put the game into play when he picked her up.
She slides off the bike, wrapping her arms around her waist. Her skin is goose bumped all over. “Are you leaving now?”
I should be, but I made my decision when I turned back. “No, sweetness.” I climb off the bike, shrugging out of my jacket and examining the hole from the bullet. “Do you have any idea how they found you?”
She shakes her head, her hair fluffed up from the wind. “No.”
“Well, I think you might be bugged. Do you have anything on you from when you left the city?”
Her brow furrows as she glances down and gestures at her body. “I don’t even have shoes. I lost my purse, my money, my cell when they kidnapped me. Everything.”
Yeah, I’m going to have to explain that to her sooner rather than later. “So there’s nothing?” I scratch at the stubble on my jaw, staring at her. “Are you sure?”
“I took my jewelry off in the bathroom at your house. Unless you think they bugged my underwear.” She raises an eyebrow, clearly being smart because she’s scared and probably a little frustrated.
But I’m not taking any chances. I toss my jacket over the bike and put my hand out. “Give them to me.”
“What?” She stares at me as though she clearly hopes I’m joking.
“Give me your underwear.” I enunciate each word slowly as I step closer.
“I am not giving you my underwear.” She squeaks, stumbling back even as that backbone of hers has her glaring at me.
I run my fingers through my hair and exhale. “If you want these guys to stop chasing you, we need to work out how they’re finding you. So, I need to check it for bugs.”
“B-but…” She takes a deep breath, pulling herself up and reaching behind her. The t-shirt gathers at the back, revealing a sliver of smooth creamy skin at her abdomen. And like an asshole I count the cute little freckles there. Then she’s dragging each bra strap down her arm, before she yanks the thing out the arm of the shirt and tosses it at me.
The black satin, trimmed with lace and ribbon, is warm in my hands. Her scent, a little stale after two days of running, clings to the fabric as I tear it apart, pulling out the padding, and using my utility knife to nick holes so I can pull out the underwire. Fucking nothing. I hold it out to her, trying to keep a smile off my face. This isn’t my usual Modus Operandi for getting into women’s panties. Hell, I’m rusty as an old fucking nail since I haven’t done anything with anyone I haven’t been paid for in a long ass time, but the idea of getting her out of her panties makes my cock stir. “I’m going to need your panties.”
She stares at me. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding? It’s not a big deal, just take ‘em off. I promise I won’t even watch.”
Heat pinks her cheeks and she gasps. “T-turn around.”
So I do, but I can still see her in the side mirror. I can see her as she drops her pants, revealing slender calves and firm thighs. Legs I wouldn’t mind having wrapped around me, under different circumstances. She hikes the shirt up with one hand, the other digging into the elastic of her matching panties. I try to look away, but I’m spellbound.
Her gaze drifts to mine in the mirror, clashing as she freezes. I should apologize for staring at her, should glance away. Then she darts the tip of her tongue over her lips, making them glossy, and tugs one side down her hip. Does she want me to watch her? Does she get a thrill from my gaze on her, the way I am right now? I’m rock fucking hard already as she tugs down the other side and steps out of them, dropping the shirt before I get a good glimpse of her.
Then she pads forward and drops the scrap of satin over my shoulder. “Here.”
Fuck me. I run my fingers along the hem, searching for small irregularities, or at least that’s what I should be focused on, but when my fingers find the hot wet patch of her arousal, I’m almost ready to lose my fucking mind. She’s as turned on as I am. I shake my head and tamp down this stupid reaction to her. It’s all just adrenaline, heightening my senses and hers. Nothing more. Fingering the bow on the back, I imagine her lying on her belly like a sensual present, waiting to be opened. I’d have peeled these off her so slowly, her breathing speeding up in anticipation of what I would do to her, before I’d brush my thumb along the length of her slit. I wonder if she’d be quiet when I roll my fingertip over her clit, or would she give a sweet little whimper?
Fuck. I grit my teeth and tear apart the bow. I don’t know why this girl gets to me. It’s not like I don’t bang enough women in my line of work.
The thin metal device nestled in the heart of the black silk distracts me from any more thoughts about what I would do to this woman given half the chance. It’s some kind of tracker by the looks of it.
“How would they have managed to bug my panties?” One delicate hand lands on my shoulder, her breath tickling my ear.
I lift the satin on one finger. “These were pretty ideal with that damn bow. The knot would have made it hard to notice the device.” I turn it over in my fingers. Two thin pieces of metal, one a material that when in contact with the other provides a charge. A small tracking chip fit perfectly between them. “This is new. I haven’t seen a GPS tracking unit like this before.” So tiny, and self-charging.
She squints as she takes it from my hand. “I think I’ve seen it before.”
I twist to face her. This could be why they’re after her. Or at least be a start to working out what they want from her. “Where? Do you remember?”
“I’m not sure.” She tugs her lip between her teeth as she studies it, her brow drawn in concentration.
“Think, Chasey.” I grasp her hand, give it a reassuring squeeze. “It might be important.”
“My father,” she says. “He works with devices like this. Creates the patents. Maybe I saw it in his office.”
“Would he send people like that after you?” I gesticulate in the direction we’ve come. We’ve been sitting here too long, the device still between us. I have no doubt they’ll still be after us.
“N-no.” She shakes her head and drops the device back in my hand. “He wouldn’t be involved with people like that. Besides, I doubt he knows I’m missing. My parents have been travelling Europe for the last month.”
“Can you contact them?” I pick up my jacket. She’s still trembling, her nipples puckered under the thin white cotton that is almost see through, and we have another chilly ride from here to our next destination. Walking around her, I place it over her shoulders. “Put this on. It’ll keep you a little warmer.”
She shrugs into it, and I tug the zip up to her neck while she snuggles into the collar, inhaling. It stirs something inside me. She’s so fucking cute, wrapped up in my jacket. Like this is just a day out with a pretty girl. One who makes me want to protect her.
Only until I can hand her off.
“Chasey?” My voice comes out rough, a burr in my throat, and I have to clear the tightness.
“Yes?” She turns that stare on me, and shit, I know this isn’t a smart idea.
We should be hightailing it out of here. I should be calling Saran and giving him an update. A minute won’t matter, will it? Just one, to press my mouth to hers and taste this exceptional moment I will never get again. Cupping her cheek, I tilt her head up. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?”
She nods, almost imperceptibly. A minute up, then down movement of her chin as her breath hitches and her lips part. This is stupid, and I know it. And yet, I breach the gap between us, licking inside her mouth, savouring the sensual, the sweetness of her opening to me while her hands splay on my chest. Her fingers wind into the cotton, tugging me closer as she presses her body to the length of mine. My hardness is pressed to her belly, aching for more. Fingers itching to pull the shirt over her head so I can get my mouth on her tits.
I crowd her, stroking along her tongue while my fingers tangle in her hair. When she whimpers, I capture it with my mouth, soaking it up like it’s the most important sound in the world.
If only there was time to give in to this craving, but I know I won’t stop there. Some small part of my brain reminds me to pull back. The decision to come back, to break my rules, was to protect her until I could get her into safe hands, not to get into her panties. Right now I’m fucking it up. Proving yet again why I can’t be relied on to keep anyone safe.
She slides off the bike, wrapping her arms around her waist. Her skin is goose bumped all over. “Are you leaving now?”
I should be, but I made my decision when I turned back. “No, sweetness.” I climb off the bike, shrugging out of my jacket and examining the hole from the bullet. “Do you have any idea how they found you?”
She shakes her head, her hair fluffed up from the wind. “No.”
“Well, I think you might be bugged. Do you have anything on you from when you left the city?”
Her brow furrows as she glances down and gestures at her body. “I don’t even have shoes. I lost my purse, my money, my cell when they kidnapped me. Everything.”
Yeah, I’m going to have to explain that to her sooner rather than later. “So there’s nothing?” I scratch at the stubble on my jaw, staring at her. “Are you sure?”
“I took my jewelry off in the bathroom at your house. Unless you think they bugged my underwear.” She raises an eyebrow, clearly being smart because she’s scared and probably a little frustrated.
But I’m not taking any chances. I toss my jacket over the bike and put my hand out. “Give them to me.”
“What?” She stares at me as though she clearly hopes I’m joking.
“Give me your underwear.” I enunciate each word slowly as I step closer.
“I am not giving you my underwear.” She squeaks, stumbling back even as that backbone of hers has her glaring at me.
I run my fingers through my hair and exhale. “If you want these guys to stop chasing you, we need to work out how they’re finding you. So, I need to check it for bugs.”
“B-but…” She takes a deep breath, pulling herself up and reaching behind her. The t-shirt gathers at the back, revealing a sliver of smooth creamy skin at her abdomen. And like an asshole I count the cute little freckles there. Then she’s dragging each bra strap down her arm, before she yanks the thing out the arm of the shirt and tosses it at me.
The black satin, trimmed with lace and ribbon, is warm in my hands. Her scent, a little stale after two days of running, clings to the fabric as I tear it apart, pulling out the padding, and using my utility knife to nick holes so I can pull out the underwire. Fucking nothing. I hold it out to her, trying to keep a smile off my face. This isn’t my usual Modus Operandi for getting into women’s panties. Hell, I’m rusty as an old fucking nail since I haven’t done anything with anyone I haven’t been paid for in a long ass time, but the idea of getting her out of her panties makes my cock stir. “I’m going to need your panties.”
She stares at me. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding? It’s not a big deal, just take ‘em off. I promise I won’t even watch.”
Heat pinks her cheeks and she gasps. “T-turn around.”
So I do, but I can still see her in the side mirror. I can see her as she drops her pants, revealing slender calves and firm thighs. Legs I wouldn’t mind having wrapped around me, under different circumstances. She hikes the shirt up with one hand, the other digging into the elastic of her matching panties. I try to look away, but I’m spellbound.
Her gaze drifts to mine in the mirror, clashing as she freezes. I should apologize for staring at her, should glance away. Then she darts the tip of her tongue over her lips, making them glossy, and tugs one side down her hip. Does she want me to watch her? Does she get a thrill from my gaze on her, the way I am right now? I’m rock fucking hard already as she tugs down the other side and steps out of them, dropping the shirt before I get a good glimpse of her.
Then she pads forward and drops the scrap of satin over my shoulder. “Here.”
Fuck me. I run my fingers along the hem, searching for small irregularities, or at least that’s what I should be focused on, but when my fingers find the hot wet patch of her arousal, I’m almost ready to lose my fucking mind. She’s as turned on as I am. I shake my head and tamp down this stupid reaction to her. It’s all just adrenaline, heightening my senses and hers. Nothing more. Fingering the bow on the back, I imagine her lying on her belly like a sensual present, waiting to be opened. I’d have peeled these off her so slowly, her breathing speeding up in anticipation of what I would do to her, before I’d brush my thumb along the length of her slit. I wonder if she’d be quiet when I roll my fingertip over her clit, or would she give a sweet little whimper?
Fuck. I grit my teeth and tear apart the bow. I don’t know why this girl gets to me. It’s not like I don’t bang enough women in my line of work.
The thin metal device nestled in the heart of the black silk distracts me from any more thoughts about what I would do to this woman given half the chance. It’s some kind of tracker by the looks of it.
“How would they have managed to bug my panties?” One delicate hand lands on my shoulder, her breath tickling my ear.
I lift the satin on one finger. “These were pretty ideal with that damn bow. The knot would have made it hard to notice the device.” I turn it over in my fingers. Two thin pieces of metal, one a material that when in contact with the other provides a charge. A small tracking chip fit perfectly between them. “This is new. I haven’t seen a GPS tracking unit like this before.” So tiny, and self-charging.
She squints as she takes it from my hand. “I think I’ve seen it before.”
I twist to face her. This could be why they’re after her. Or at least be a start to working out what they want from her. “Where? Do you remember?”
“I’m not sure.” She tugs her lip between her teeth as she studies it, her brow drawn in concentration.
“Think, Chasey.” I grasp her hand, give it a reassuring squeeze. “It might be important.”
“My father,” she says. “He works with devices like this. Creates the patents. Maybe I saw it in his office.”
“Would he send people like that after you?” I gesticulate in the direction we’ve come. We’ve been sitting here too long, the device still between us. I have no doubt they’ll still be after us.
“N-no.” She shakes her head and drops the device back in my hand. “He wouldn’t be involved with people like that. Besides, I doubt he knows I’m missing. My parents have been travelling Europe for the last month.”
“Can you contact them?” I pick up my jacket. She’s still trembling, her nipples puckered under the thin white cotton that is almost see through, and we have another chilly ride from here to our next destination. Walking around her, I place it over her shoulders. “Put this on. It’ll keep you a little warmer.”
She shrugs into it, and I tug the zip up to her neck while she snuggles into the collar, inhaling. It stirs something inside me. She’s so fucking cute, wrapped up in my jacket. Like this is just a day out with a pretty girl. One who makes me want to protect her.
Only until I can hand her off.
“Chasey?” My voice comes out rough, a burr in my throat, and I have to clear the tightness.
“Yes?” She turns that stare on me, and shit, I know this isn’t a smart idea.
We should be hightailing it out of here. I should be calling Saran and giving him an update. A minute won’t matter, will it? Just one, to press my mouth to hers and taste this exceptional moment I will never get again. Cupping her cheek, I tilt her head up. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?”
She nods, almost imperceptibly. A minute up, then down movement of her chin as her breath hitches and her lips part. This is stupid, and I know it. And yet, I breach the gap between us, licking inside her mouth, savouring the sensual, the sweetness of her opening to me while her hands splay on my chest. Her fingers wind into the cotton, tugging me closer as she presses her body to the length of mine. My hardness is pressed to her belly, aching for more. Fingers itching to pull the shirt over her head so I can get my mouth on her tits.
I crowd her, stroking along her tongue while my fingers tangle in her hair. When she whimpers, I capture it with my mouth, soaking it up like it’s the most important sound in the world.
If only there was time to give in to this craving, but I know I won’t stop there. Some small part of my brain reminds me to pull back. The decision to come back, to break my rules, was to protect her until I could get her into safe hands, not to get into her panties. Right now I’m fucking it up. Proving yet again why I can’t be relied on to keep anyone safe.
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