KanesBounty (5 page)

She was gasping for breath.

“Look at me, Lena.” The rasp in his voice got her attention
more than the words.

She looked up into those stunningly blue eyes. A bead of
sweat trickled from his temple. She straightened her elbows and looked down as
the base of his shaft slid from inside her, then bent them again, swallowing
him to the hilt. He gripped her ass and helped her find a rhythm. She watched
his eyes grow darker.

“Lena, you are so fucking hot.”

He gripped her ass tighter. At her core, she could feel her
orgasm building again. She quickened the pace. Kane groaned as his orgasm
racked his body. He kept thrusting into her, brought one hand around and rubbed
her clit. She threw her head back and screamed as she came for the third time.
Her sheath clutched at his cock and she bucked one last time.

He slid from deep inside her and carefully placed her back
on the table. She watched him disappear into the bathroom. Once the door was
closed, Lena jumped down on wobbly legs and opened the closet. She found what
she was looking for and wrapped the soft hotel robe around herself. Then she
made her way out onto the verandah. The ocean lapped loudly along the white
beaches, bringing with it a warm breeze, and the sun warmed her skin.

A minute later, Kane joined her, wearing the bathing trunks
he’d bought. In his hand, he held the Stones of Adeline. He held them out, she
opened her hand and he placed them in her palm. The familiar charge from the
energy of the stones shot through her.

“They’re oddly magnetic, aren’t they?” he asked.

He had felt their power. Was that even possible? “You could
feel it?”

He sat down and looked out over the stunning views, then
back at her. “Can I assume from your gaping mouth that this is not normal?”

She closed her mouth. “The stones only respond to Adeline.
It was the one piece of information Oscar hadn’t known when he pursued a
romance with me. He thought he could just take the stones and then get rid of
me, but they wouldn’t work for him. To him, they are just shiny pieces of blue
rock.”

“But he knew what they were. He’s a dowser. He knew they
were powerful.”

She closed her hand more tightly around the stones. “He’s a
very powerful dowser. He knew exactly what the stones could do. He surrounds
himself with the most powerful people and objects.”

“But he didn’t know only you can use the stones?”

“No.” She opened her hand and offered them back to him. “But
you feel their energy when you touch them?”

He didn’t accept them. He closed his fingers around hers and
trapped the stones in the middle. “I feel something close to a magnetic field.
What do they do?”

“They bring the future into view,” she said.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

She got up and was about to walk to the other side of the
verandah. Talking about her gift made her uncomfortable. Kane caught her wrist
and tugged her into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top
of her head.

She rested her cheek against his chest. She liked the feel
of his breathing against her face. She matched his breath. “You said they feel
like a magnet. Well, in a way, they are. But the stones don’t attract metal;
they bring a vision of the future.”

“Whew… No wonder Thorn wants them. With that kind of power,
he could do anything.”

She waited for him to wrestle the stones from her hand. She
expected at any moment he would thrust her aside and run with her gift.

He nuzzled her head, moving it until he could gain access to
her neck and ear. He kissed her pulse and nibbled her lobe. “Don’t think so
meanly of me, Lena. I don’t take what’s not mine or offered freely. I don’t
want your stones.”

She turned her head to look him in the eyes. “What do you
want, Kane? If it was sex, you’ve had that. What more can you want from me? I
don’t have anything. I’m a fugitive from the law and Oscar. I can tell you your
future, is that what you want?”

She pushed on his chest to get up and away from him, but he
held her firmly.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Lena. I don’t know why
you are different than any other mark I’ve ever brought back for trial. I don’t
even know why I believe your story. The point is, it doesn’t matter. You are a
fugitive. You have to go back and face trial or you will be running forever.”

Her gut clenched. “If I go back, Oscar will have me killed
to protect his secret, or worse, he’ll keep me prisoner until I read the stones
for him.”

“You were married to him, didn’t you read them for him?”
Kane asked.

Regret washed over her. “I read them when we were first
married. Each time, his questions were about business deals. I would tell him
the outcome and he would make business decisions based on my visions. Each
time, his questions would be more valuable to him. After a year, he asked me
about some associate of his. When I told him the answer, he used the
information to financially destroy the man. That was when I began refusing and
when Oscar started to use other means to get me to comply.”

“He beat you?” His voice sounded furious. She wondered if
Kane wanted to hit Oscar or if he just opposed spousal abuse in general. He
hardly seemed the type to hit a woman.

“Your friend Wade hit me.” She gingerly touched the lump on
the side of her head.

“He’s not my friend. He just works for the same company I
do.” He waited for an answer to his question.

“Sometimes Oscar hit me, but that didn’t get me to give him
what he wanted. He tortured my friends, the few I’d made when I moved to
Boston. He burned down the business of one and had another mugged in the
street. He threatened my grandmother. That worked for a while. Then I managed
to get her hidden away. After that, he got really mad. He tried torture, which
worked more often than not. He broke my arm.

“It turned out to be a blessing. He had to take me to the
hospital and that’s how I escaped. I hid out, got a lawyer and filed for
divorce.” Saying it out loud somehow made her feel powerful. Oscar had taken
all her power in the two years they had been married. She had taken it back.
Even if it meant staying on the run, she would never go back to him.

The fact that she’d escaped custody was incredible. She must
have skills she had not yet shown him. Kane tried to be neutral in his feelings
for her, but it was impossible. The idea that her ex-husband had tortured and
beaten her sent fire to his guts. He would make Thorn pay. He didn’t know how,
but he knew he would hurt the wealthy entrepreneur before this was over.

It didn’t change the fact that she was a fugitive, all
because of some rocks. It was ridiculous. Thorn had claimed Lena had stolen
seventy-five million dollars from him. If that had been true, then she would
never have been captured. That kind of money was enough to stay off the grid
for decades.

“What were you meeting Porter for?”

She’d gone inside their room and ordered room service. She’d
just hung up the phone when he asked the question. “I needed money.” She made
her way back out onto the balcony.

“How do you know Porter? He’s a money launderer.”

She put one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. “How do
you think? Oscar used his services all the time. John came to the house for
dinner.”

“What made you think he’d help you?” Something didn’t fit.
Kane couldn’t put his finger on it, but something in this whole scenario
bothered him.

“Why are you interrogating me? I thought you were just going
to turn me in to the Boston authorities and be done with me and my troubles.”
She didn’t raise her voice, but there was fire behind her words.

She was adorable, angry with him, yet hopeful that somehow
things in her life would work out. He loved the swirl of emotions always
flowing around Lena. She emanated hope. He’d never met anyone like her and sure
as hell not a fugitive. Most marks were devoid of positive energy. Usually the
people he picked up spewed hate and derision from every pore. She was
definitely different.

“Try to think of it as a fact-finding series of questions,”
he said.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “John always liked me. He
was nice to me when other associates of Oscar thought of me as a nuisance, if
they thought of me at all. I hoped he might loan me a few thousand dollars so I
could get out of the country.”

“Did he say he would help you?”

She shrugged. “He said he would need a few hours to get the
money. He may have been stalling long enough to call Oscar and get me
captured.”

Kane nodded. “It was probably Porter’s call that sent Banta
and his men to Savannah. If all you wanted was a few thousand dollars, he
probably could have taken it out of his wallet and handed it to you.”

“Why would Oscar hire both Wade and Banta?” she asked.

“That’s a good question. Maybe Wade isn’t working for Thorn.
Who else knows about your stones?”

“My grandmother, me, Aunt Peggy, Uncle Bill, Oscar and now
you. I don’t think Oscar is broadcasting what he really wants from me. If that
were the case, he wouldn’t have made up all the crap about the cash. Did you
notice, no one even asked him why he would have that kind of cash lying around
for a terrible person like me to take?”

He hadn’t given it any thought. He’d been given an
assignment and a promise of a good payoff and taken it. That was what he did.
She was not going to make him feel ashamed of his job. He shook it off. “You
think he paid off the judge?”

She gave him a look that said “duh”.

“Okay, so your ex pays off a judge and maybe a couple of
attorneys and has you arrested. How did you escape?”

Lena walked around so she stood in front of him. She’d put
on the bikini he’d bought her. The tiny scrap of red material barely covered
her full, round tits and shapely ass. Everything about this woman was a
distraction.

“I bribed the guard.”

His gut tightened and he could feel the muscle in his jaw
twitching. “With what?”

She narrowed her eyes. “What do you think?”

He had a feeling this was a trap. He’d tread carefully. “I
don’t think you’d like what I’m thinking and I can tell you I don’t like it
much either.”

Her hands were back on her hips. “Can you actually read my
mind?”

God damn, but he loved those hips. “Only if you think hard
on a particular thing. I know how you feel and can sense a yes or a no if I ask
those kinds of questions. I’d know if you’re lying or hiding something. Though
you block your mind pretty good. If you wanted to, you could keep me out.” He
expected her to shut down. Half of him wanted to be out of her head. It was
dangerous to have feelings for the fugitive he was responsible for. She
remained open to him. His body ached to be back inside her. He couldn’t
remember ever wanting anyone as much.

Kane forced himself to focus. “What did you bribe the guard
with?”

“Right now, I know what you’re thinking too. Maybe I’ve
discovered a new gift.”

“Lena,” he warned. If she noticed the tenor of his voice or
the anger and lust building within him, she gave no indication.

“I used the stones to tell him the future. He’ll be a very
rich man from what I told him,” she finally said.

“So the guard knows about the stones too?”

She shook her head. “I keep them concealed when I read
people’s futures. They just think I’m precognitive. Honestly, most people don’t
believe my predictions anyway.”

“Then why do they ask?”

She shrugged. Even that little movement of her shoulders and
the way it made her breasts bob up and down turned him on.

“At home, we are kind of a tradition. People would come and
ask Grandma what they should do. She would tell them what she saw in their
future and they could make plans. I told the guard his wife had a surprise for
him one night. He came home to a big surprise party. The next day he asked me
about his son. He was very casual about it, but I could tell he was worried
about the boy. I saw the teen in real trouble with drugs. I told the guard
where he could find his son and recommended he go quickly. The next day, I
refused to help the guard with his questions about an investment. He continued
to pester me and I continued to refuse. Three days later, he said if I helped
him, he would help me.”

“He let you out?” Kane asked.

“He left the cell door ajar and I found a series of open
doors. Once I was out of the jail, I borrowed the guard’s car.”

“Borrowed?”

He told me what kind of car he drove and left the keys
inside. I read in the paper that the vehicle was recovered, so ‘borrowed’.”

“Amazing.”

“That I escaped?”

“That you can predict the future to such a degree and you
would risk your life for the ability.”

He felt the shift in her attitude. Sorrow and doubt. “You
don’t understand. The stones are my responsibility. I can no more relinquish
them than you could not turn me in.”

He averted his eyes. “It’s my duty.”

“We all have our jobs to do, Kane.”

The arrival of room service ended the conversation. Kane
tipped the server and closed the door. “Why don’t we eat and go for a walk?”

She nodded and tore a piece of pastry off before popping it
in her mouth. A shiny bit of sugar remained on her bottom lip. If those stones
were a magnet attracting the future, then Lena was a magnet attracting him. His
body shifted forward of its own accord and leaned over her in the chair.

Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, but she didn’t
back away. He licked the sweetness from her lip and she gasped. As soon as her
mouth opened, his tongue made the move inside. Lips and tongues battled and
caressed with equal passion. She sighed against his mouth.

The sound and the feeling of her arousal had him hard and
ready. He lifted her from the chair. She rested her wrists on his shoulders,
keeping her sticky fingers away from his skin. Kane turned his head and sucked
a sweet digit into his mouth. The sugar slid over his tongue as he wiped the
pad clean. Her erotic reaction drummed in his mind.

His eyes were riveted to hers as her finger slid from his
mouth. “God damn, Lena.”

She widened her eyes. “Do you want me to close off my
thoughts? I can block you.”

“No!” He said it with much more force than he’d intended.
Her baser emotions called to him as if they were an addiction he couldn’t
shake.

He walked to the wall. His duffle was next to them on the
couch. Gripping her under the ass with one hand, he reached inside the pack
with his other and pulled a condom from the pocket. “You’re going to have to
help me, baby.”

She smiled, took the foil pack and had it open in a second.
His cock was tightly nestled against her crotch. He tugged his trunks down and
pulled away enough for her to roll the sheath over his shaft. A deep moan
escaped as her fingers caressed the sides of his erection.

He’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as he wanted to
be inside Lena at that moment. She spent more time than was necessary getting
the condom into place. A wicked smile played across her lips, telling him she
knew exactly what she was doing to him. The tips of her fingers tickled him as
she made her way back up to the head and continued up his abs and chest. Her
eyes were dark when she met his.

He reached between her legs from behind, pulling the tiny
piece of spandex to the side before thrusting inside her sopping-wet pussy.
They both screamed their pleasure, but he couldn’t stop or even slow down. He
rammed into her again and again hard and fast, her body banging against the
hard wall. Her pussy pulled on his cock with every withdrawal. “I’m sorry,
Lena,” he cried. His orgasm crashed over him shockingly fast. Every nerve in
his body rang with the force of it and he remained tucked tightly inside her
until it passed.

“I couldn’t wait,” he said.

Her forehead rested against his shoulder and her legs still
clung to his waist. “It’s all right. I liked it.”

She was telling the truth, but she hadn’t come. Even in his
rapture he would have felt her release. He had selfishly gone too fast. He
wanted to kick himself.

Still holding her, he nudged the low coffee table away from
the couch and knelt down. Her legs were spread wide. He placed her on the soft
cushion and continued down until his mouth touched her wet folds. Her desire
was a bolt of lightning flashing through his mind and he relished it.

She sighed and leaned back while still keeping her legs wide
for him. He had to pull the bathing suit bottom out of the way while he licked
from her tight puckered hole, past her juicy slit to the tight clit that begged
for attention. He stopped and sucked until she lifted her ass off the couch and
cried his name. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, he sucked it in
again. She tasted sweet and spicy at the same time, and with each swipe of his
tongue, she screamed and moaned for more.

He watched her face, feeling the rise of her rapture and his
own arousal beginning again as her hands covered her full tits and squeezed
hard. She continued to massage the globes and pinch the nipples through the
suit.

Sucking her clit had her on her toes, pressing her pussy
against his face. He made another pass with his tongue and sucked hard, pushing
her over the edge. Her body clutched in spasms against his mouth and he lapped
up the flow of juices, enjoying every last drop.

Carefully, he slid her bathing suit back into place. He
kissed her belly and dipped his tongue into her navel. She gasped. He continued
to kiss a path up her body until he tasted those sweet lips again.

“Mmm, you taste like me,” she said.

“Jesus.” His cock jumped at the idea of her tasting her own
juices. What kind of power did this woman have over him?

He never said a word about wanting to fuck her again. She
pushed him gently back onto his haunches, closed her legs and slid her bathing
suit bottom off. Then, as if she could read his mind, she stood up, turned away
from him and knelt on the edge of the couch. Her head moved down and her ass
lifted in the air, exposing her glistening pussy. He glimpsed her fingers
between her folds as she massaged her juices into the sensitive skin.

He wanted to be a gentleman, but no one could resist such an
offer. It was too erotic. His cock was hard and ready. He had no idea what
happened to the used condom, but he pulled a new one from his duffle, tore it
open and put it on. He moved more slowly, entering her one torturous inch at a
time. Her sheath clutched at his cock, pulling him deeper. He felt her mind
wanting more, but he held back. Sliding in to the hilt, he waited a second as
he enjoyed the sensations her body provided. She was wet and smooth, as if he
was sliding into silk.

As he slid out, he felt the tips of her fingers as they
gently touched his balls.

“Lena, that feels so good, baby. Good god, just like that.”

He moved in and out slowly, holding her hips in place while
he fucked her and she caressed his balls ever so gently. Her fingers slid away
and he felt just the tips on his cock as she rubbed her clit. Her climax was
building. Kane could feel her excitement and it pushed his higher. He thrust
faster, this time waiting for her to come. Her fingers moved faster over her
pussy. Tiny gasps escaped her mouth. Her back stiffened and her pussy pulsed
around him, sending him over his own cliff. The orgasm rocked his body and her
pussy continued to tug at him until he had nothing else to give.

She slid forward and sat on the couch.

Kane smiled down at her. “You really are something, Lena.”

“Thanks, you’re pretty hot yourself.” Her grin was at once
wicked and sweet.

He recovered the lost condom, went into the bathroom and
disposed of both. Once he was cleaned up, he found his new bathing suit and
pulled on a button-down shirt. He left it open. Lena grabbed her bottoms and
vanished into the bathroom, reappearing a few minutes later looking clean and
neat in the suit and a pair of shorts.