Circle of Deception (21 page)

“I should go.”

“You’re being watched a lot closer than me. I can plant the bugs too.” Even as they talked a servant off to the side glanced their way. “It won’t take me but a few minutes.” She downed the last of her champagne and moved toward the bedrooms.

The music pounded all the way to the first bedroom she came to after theirs. It belonged to the albinos. She shook her head. She needed to quit calling them that before she embarrassed herself and said it to their faces.

The room looked like a storm had hit it with clothes and jewelry strewn everywhere. She stood back and let her gaze decide on the areas that looked out of place. Disorganized people unconsciously organized the things they wanted hidden. Inside an open closet, she noticed a zipped up suitcase. Behind it in the wall was a safe, the type hotels used, where people make up numbers to lock it. Most people used simple codes, which they should never do. She tried one through six. It didn’t open. Then she tried the number one six times. It clicked open.

Inside was a briefcase filled with documents. She was able to piece together two things: one was that Rex was right—they financially supported Brody’s venture in new age weaponry. The second was even more terrifying: Leif and Spring weren’t husband and wife but brother and sister. She glanced over to the mussed king-sized bed. Sick.

Nothing else indicated the inventor of Hell’s Purifier.

She placed everything back, set the safe to the unimaginative code, and placed a bug near the closet. Then she peeked through the curtains to make sure everyone was still dancing. Greta and Brody bumped and ground as the albinos stiffly shimmied against each other’s backs. Yuck. Bubba tossed and twirled Kristy in several well-thought-out moves. Obviously he had a lot of practice. Rex stood to the side, sipping on the champagne.

Wasting no more time, she raced into the next bedroom. This one looked a lot like hers and Rex’s: neat, with all of the luggage locked. The safe’s door was open. She walked over to the window to check on the others again when the corner of some material sticking out of a bureau caught her eye. She opened the drawer, and inside was a blanket and pillow, stuffed there as if someone had been in a hurry to hide it. She glanced at the bed, checking the covers. None of the servants had been ordered to clean the rooms as they would in a hotel, thus the reason the albinos’ room was so messy.

There were several pillows on the bed but only two on one side were wrinkled. The others were neatly pressed and arranged like they would be before someone slept in the bed. The Roberts weren’t sleeping together.

The music stopped.

Crap. She better get back before they came looking for her. Without wasting time, she placed a bug behind the bureau.

When she returned, everyone was off the dance floor, drinking and snacking on finger food. Dancing was hungry business it appeared.

Brody stepped in front of her and offered her a small plate filled with slices of various cheeses and wafers and a glass of champagne. “Here, Abby, eat some cheese and crackers. It’ll settle your stomach.”

So Rex had claimed she had an upset stomach.

When she reached out, he pulled back. “Unless you’re sick from something else besides food. Are you already expecting, Mrs. Volkov? Maybe you should stay away from the champagne.”

She paled. Brody’s eyebrows rose. Recovering as quickly as possible, she said, “No. I would love some champagne. I believe the heat and dust got to me a little bit, but I feel so much better now.” To prove it, she downed the glass.

“Wonderful! More music. Now everyone get up there and show us how it’s done!” Brody hooked an arm around Greta’s waist and swung her around. The woman’s thong was visible as her dress flew up in the back.

The thumping beat of “Be My Baby” started up.

She looked up at Rex. “You ready?”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“From what I can tell, I don’t think it matters.” They glanced over at the dance floor. Brody and Greta ground their hips against each other while the others danced their own version. Abby moved with Rex to the dance floor.

“Move your hips like this and I’ll dance around you.” Hands on each side of his waist, she hesitated.

Compared to his height and wide shoulders, his hips were small but solidly padded by muscles. Her gaze dropped a little farther and the visible bulge to one side of his zipper caught her attention. Avoiding the almost irresistible urge to cup him, she rotated his hips and watched the bulge grow bigger and longer. Somehow she remembered to move in the opposite direction in front of him and tried to keep a rhythm of sorts. Every time his groin brushed her body, she gasped as if she’d been burned, and with the small dance floor it became unbearable. Finally Abby and Rex called it quits and sat on the floor to watch the other couples.

Brody continued to pour more of his special champagne. Blurry eyed, Abby shook her head, turning down the glass, while Rex downed another.

She’d hoped to regain her senses when they sat down, but he’d pulled her onto his lap and the hard length beneath her warned the champagne and dancing affected him in the same way.

Moments before the lights had dimmed for the slower song, the albinos disappeared. Bubba and Kristy held on to each other, talking softly, but no hip action to speak of. They laughed and stepped away, sitting at the table, drinking another glass of champagne.

Alone on the dance floor, Brody and Greta humped each other from the chest down. He dipped down and brought his hands underneath Greta’s dress and lifted it until everyone could see him breaking the sides of her thong. Then his hand slid to the apex of her legs and his fingers jabbed into her. She tossed her head back and thrust her hips. His other hand rubbed up and down the front of his pants.

Tingles traveled over Abby’s body, concentrating on her groin and nipples. As if he sensed her dilemma, Rex pulled her back closer to his chest, her butt rubbing up the length of his cock. His hands cupped her breasts and he pressed his fingers against her hard nubs and rubbed through the cloth. Her whole body felt on fire. She couldn’t take her eyes off the lecherous scene in front of her, uncaring if the shadows hid her and Rex or not.

Normally she’d turn away, a little embarrassed by the public display, but all her inhibitions disappeared like each piece of clothing taken from the woman on the dance floor. She’d never felt so free and turned on.

The couple continued to move to the music. Brody yanked on Greta’s dress, tearing it off until she was naked, moving her body in waves. He leaned over and sucked on a nipple, pulling with his teeth. It looked painful but the look on her face said otherwise. With a smooth turn, his back was to the audience and he picked her up. Her legs opened and wrapped around his waist. Then he turned. His hands cupped her softly rounded buttocks, and from the floor, Abby could see his cock entering and partially leaving her, glistening from her moistness.

Fire infused every inch of her body. She clenched and released her thighs, enjoying how Rex groaned with each movement. When Rex’s fingers slid up her leg and thrust into her heat, she arched her back. His thick fingers filled her but not to the extent she wanted, needed. Then he hesitated. She smiled. He hadn’t expected her to be truly bare.

“Fuck, Abby. No thong. If I had known you were telling the truth about being naked underneath that dress, I would’ve been hard all night.”

“Then I wish I had insisted on proving it to you earlier. Thinking of you wanting me all that time would’ve been so damn sexy.”

“You’re a cruel woman. It’s difficult enough keeping my mind on business.” He shifted, pulled his fingers away, and spread her legs to rest alongside his. A few seconds passed as his hand moved between them. Was he unzipping his pants? Before she moved to help, he pushed her a little forward, parted her slick folds, and entered her, thrusting up, filling her. With Brody and Greta fucking on the stage and Bubba and Kristy whispering and watching the show, Abby and Rex were in the shadows, no one the wiser.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back until her head rested beneath his chin. She swayed with the music, enjoying the feel of his body inside of her. Her dress covered his lap. They looked like they were rubbing against each other and nothing more. Knowing no one could really tell what was happening turned her on even more.

After a couple minutes, Bubba and Kristy stumbled out of the room.

“Want another sip?” Abby reached for her glass and offered it to Rex.

His masculine lips pressed to the edge and she carefully tipped it. When he had enough, she placed her lips at the same spot and finished the drink.

She glanced over at the dance floor. Brody didn’t appear to be slowing down. She had to admire his stamina.

The room blurred and shifted. Without protest, she felt Rex cup and massage her breasts, his thumbs circling over the stiff tips. As if it had a will of its own, her body arched into his touch.

“Oh, you feel so good.” The words sounded more like a purr.

“I’ve never been so horny. I can’t get enough of you.” Rex gripped her to move faster. “Harder. I need more.” He lifted her higher and thrust into her fully.

She leaned forward and he followed, pounding into her. There was no hiding the fact he was fucking her. Animalistic and brutal but she reveled in his strength and stamina. Rough fingers helped pull her dress over her head. Feeling liberated, she soaked in the sensation of air caressing her skin.

Despite being immersed in Rex taking her, she looked toward the stage. Brody and Greta mimicked the same position but with a difference. His fists held her hair as if they were reins, pulling her head back, arching her back, and the angle of thrusts entered her body in a more narrow and painful way. From Greta’s expression, she loved the pain.

“That’s hot,” Rex breathed in her ear.

She nodded, watching Brody hammer into the woman.

Rex cupped her breasts and squeezed as he pushed into her hard and lifted with his legs. The ground moved out from beneath her and she clasped his wrists, holding on.

“Hook your feet behind my thighs and hold on.”

Not sure what he planned, she did take pleasure in how tightly his groin pressed into her. When he started walking toward the bedrooms, each jarring step shot the most exquisite sensations between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked Rex.

“I found some lube in the bedroom earlier tonight. We’re going to try it out without an audience.”

His hand slipped over her mound and rolled her clit. She screeched, arching her back as Rex held her tight.

Maniacal laughter followed them down the hallway.

Chapter Twenty

“W
ELL, MY, ARE
we two little rabbits or what? I’ve never seen two people get it on for so long. Quite an imagination, by the way.” Brody’s voice sounded as if he was next to his ear. “You’re the man!”

Rex turned over and caught Brody staring at Abby’s bare ass and slender back. With one hand, he snapped the sheet over her.

“What the fuck do you want?” Blocking Brody’s view as much as he could, Rex sat up, tossing a corner of the sheet over his groin. An uneasy feeling came over him. The man liked to stare too much.

Brody chuckled. “The servants reported that you two were finally sleeping, but I wanted to see for myself. It’s a quarter to one.”

Rex’s gaze shot over to the windows. Sun lit up every inch of the courtyard. He blinked and rubbed his face, cutting his eyes back to Brody. “That champagne had a kick to it.” He never remembered having a drink affect him like that.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Brody quickly added, “You’re welcome to stay and sleep it off. I’m going into Birmingham to take care of some business.”

“Your other guests?” He shifted, and stabbing pain raced down his back to his balls.
What the hell?

“They left this morning.” The smirk on Brody’s face needed to be wiped off, but at this point Rex needed to do some damage control, and that had nothing to do with the mission.

“Give us a few minutes and we’ll be out of your hair.” He shook Abby. She groaned and rolled over, tangling her long legs in the sheet. He adjusted the material again to cover one taut nipple.

“Like I said, no hurry.” Brody tilted his head as his grin widened. “Take your time. Sleep it off.”

“Thanks, but her mother’s expecting us to stop by her brother’s to say good-bye.” As far as he knew, Leigh Ann couldn’t care less, but it sounded like a reasonable explanation. Their mission had failed miserably, and it was his fault. He dreaded telling Jack that alcohol and whatever Brody put in the champagne had interfered with his sanity.

“Leigh Ann, huh?” His skeptical look said it all. Obviously everyone knew she wasn’t really the hovering mother type. “Sure. No need to tell me that you enjoyed the weekend. I could tell. So I’ll be in touch soon for us to talk about our possible business venture.” He nodded and glanced one more time in Abby’s direction before closing the door.

Maybe there was a way to save the mission, but at that point he wasn’t sure how.

“W
HAT THE HELL
got into you two? Do you want to be the one to tell Ryker that we fucked it up?” Jack paced back and forth in front of where they stood with their heads hanging low.

Abby rubbed her eyes and bit the side of her mouth. It wasn’t the time to make a smart-ass comment about Jack’s turn of phrase. How could she even let such a thought cross her mind? She’d never been so embarrassed in her whole life.

When Rex had shaken her awake and rushed her to dress, she’d been shocked to find out that the morning had long gone, and they had missed their last chance at drawing information out of Brody. Then again, he’d told Rex he would be in touch.

“We won’t mess up next time.” Even to her ears that sounded so lame.

“What about the information we gave you about the caves?” Rex lifted his head and squared his shoulders.

“Next time I’ll send in Liam alone. He knows how to act like a professional.” Folding his arms, Jack glared at Rex.

He was right, but Rex wasn’t alone in the blame.