The End of Games (19 page)

He smiled, "You feeling less conflicted suddenly? Or trying to make me agree to Servario coming by…" I put my finger to his lips, "Don’t finish that sentence. I am feeling less conflicted."

He leaned over, kissing my cheek, "Me too. Being on this boat was either the best idea ever or the worst."

I laughed, nodding, "I agree."

He kissed my other cheek, "I feel things for you that I can't even put words to."

I smiled, feeling the heat from my thighs creeping up my body to my face, "I like that."

He nodded "Me too."

I whispered, "I still don’t like your mom."

He kissed next to my mouth, pausing there and then whispered, "I can live with that."

I wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him down on me. He kissed me differently, it was less driven but more needy. He needed to touch me and hold me. His strong hands and arms wrapped me up in him. I moaned into the kiss. He pulled away, standing and ripping his shirt off and his jeans. He dove into the bed, pulling me to him. His warmth against my body made me shiver with excitement.

His lips trailed down my throat and chest. He licked my nipples like they were ice cream cones, switching back and forth. Finally he sucked one, pinching the other. I almost cried out, but I managed to control myself. He rolled back, bringing me up on top of him. His erect cock was between my pussy lips when I sat up. I rotated my hips a bit, noticing how wet I was. He reached into the drawer and grabbed a condom. I took it, realizing that I was making a decision, a choice. I was choosing someone over someone else.

For me there would be no going back.

I opened the condom and slid it over him. I stroked his huge cock a few times. He was massive. It made me smile. He laughed, "You thinking about how you told that girl I had a little dick?"

I laughed, "Yeah."

He gave me a smug grin, "Not so little, huh?"

I shook my head, "It's alright."

He pulled me down on him, "I'll show you how alright it is."

He reached between my legs and angled it. I sat back, pushing it into me. It was a tight fit at first. He took a deep breath, "Oh shit, you feel good."

I nodded, "Back at ya."

He grabbed my hips and started to move me up and down his cock. I leaned forward a little so he could suck my nipples while I rode him. My whole boy was tensing and convulsing as I got used to the size of him. His tongue flicked at my nipples as he started to move me faster. I sat back again, taking all of him in.

He chose the speed and the stroke size, using my hips as guides. I leaned back even more, rubbing my G-spot with his cock. I worked it circularly, holding my breath and trying not to just scream at him to fuck me like an animal. The room was pretty sound proof, but not that sound proof.

I felt the waves of pleasure starting to lap inside of me. I let him move me and fuck me. He was doing it exactly the way I wanted him to. It was like winning the lottery.

He lifted a bit, pushing me forward and positioned his legs underneath of us for better thrusting. He grabbed my ass and fucked me hard. He thrust his body and pushed mine at the same time. I lost all control, as his thrusts got deeper and harder. I reached forward and grabbed the pillow quickly, stuffing it over his face and burying mine into it. I moaned into the pillow as my pussy grabbed onto him, and I came in a series of muffled words I didn’t know. I continued to move on him, as he fucked me hard, but I was done. I wasn’t helping him anymore. He grabbed my ass hard, holding me in one place and fucked until I felt his face jerk up into the pillow. Our breath was meeting somewhere inside of the pillow with the muffled moans. I just continued to repeat, "Oh fuck." for several seconds.

Finally, he pulled the pillow off of his face, "You trying to kill me?"

I shook my head and collapsed onto his chest, "No."

We lay there for several minutes, gasping for air and trying not to move. I didn’t know what to say, and I was certain he didn’t either.

After several awkward moments, he started rubbing my back, "That was not what I expected."

I looked up at him, "Why?"

He shook his head, "You are such a tease, I seriously thought you were messing with me."

I laughed, "I told you, I was less conflicted."

He nodded, "You also told me it wasn’t ever going to happen." He looked down at our bodies, "That just happened."

I nodded, "Did it ever."

Chapter Twenty-One

S is for Scoundrel, Scum, and Sexy as Shit

I looked out the window of the jet as we took off from Vancouver. The weather was dreary and wet. I hated flying in the rain.

I noticed Jack watching me in his peripheral from the seat across the aisle. I scowled and mouthed, "What?"

His lips were playing with a grin but he wouldn’t commit to it. Finally, I rolled my eyes and spoke aloud, "What?"

He snickered, and finally mouthed back, "I read the report Coop gave of your account of the yacht."

My eyes widened. He nodded, "Wow!"

I shook my head, "You have no idea."

He nodded, "I think you're my new hero. Not even kidding. If I'd seen shit like that, I might have killed myself."

I snorted, "When I was in that closet on the boat, I contemplated it."

He gave me a traumatized look, "Did you want to tell S to just light a match and say screw it? There is no cleaning that level of filth out of a boat."

I started laughing, "I think he has abandoned it."

Coop leaned over to me, "What are you guys laughing about?"

I whispered, "The boat, what I saw from the closet. He got to read the report to the commander."

Coop's face screwed up into a grimace, "Good God. I never want to talk about that again."

I nodded, "You and me both."

He took my hand in his, "You nervous?"

I shook my head, "Just leaving my kids behind."

He nodded, "They'll be fine. They're going to love Canada."

I gave him a stoic face, "Has anyone ever really said that sentence and meant it?"

He chuckled, "I have heard that Canadians love it there."

I pointed at the window, "It's rained the entire trip down the coast from Alaska. It just rains and rains. Did you hear that lady at the Vancouver Airport who said she had been loving the mild weather? This is mild weather? It just rains."

He started to laugh, "How different is that from Boston?"

I wrinkled my noise at him, "Fall is our season. We rock fall. Summer is muggy and hot, spring is always a bit on the wet side, and winter is miserable, but fall is dry and crisp, and yet, somehow warm still."

He rolled his eyes, "It's not much different from the East Coast weather here. A north coast is a north coast. Doesn’t matter so much if it's east or west, it's not Mexico."

I stuck my tongue out.

He bent in and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss, "Are you nervous?"

He cocked an eyebrow, "Why would I be nervous?"

An evil grin spread across my face. He sighed, "If you even look at S with anything but hateful contempt after everything he did to you, I'll kill you myself."

I laughed, "He and you were in cahoots in Rome. Admit you knew exactly what was going to happen."

He nodded and whispered into my ear, “Not what you think.”

My stomach felt funny. I narrowed my gaze, "Did you know at the casino, before you sold me? Was that prearranged?"

He shook his head, "Not until after we got the note and Luce got attacked. James orchestrated the drop off of you at the ruins. S came to us the second he dropped you off with James, just like you asked him to. He told us James was taking you to a brothel. We were to follow him to the border and watch him put you on a fishing boat. He said that we should follow the boat and meet in Split. S arranged the contact with your mom and Fitz. They were already in Rome, they knew he was up to something. He and your mom got in a fight on the flight. He said something to the effect that he wasn’t on CI or the Burrow's payroll. I heard him say, ‘One human life isn’t worth the rest of the world.’ He was talking to your mom. I got the sense that he was talking about you. Jack and I immediately left for the border to watch for the fishing boat. We intended to steal you back, assuming S was not going to rescue you. Of course, we watched the harbor all night; you and James never came and never got on the boat. Jack phoned S who was pissed. He said we'd been double-crossed. We thought we'd lost you for sure. S had been one hundred percent sure that James would take you to Split. The order for you in Split had come down from higher up than his mom."

I scowled, "So he never went to the brothel?"

He nodded, "He did. He got a helicopter and took us there too. We met your mom and Fitz there, she had stolen a fishing boat. She said she had a girl inside, a whore who was Burrow. The girl’s dad is one of the scientists S saved. She and S had a thing, I think."

I nodded, "Yeah, Elise. That was my understanding also."

He sighed, "When S dropped us in Split with your mom and Fitz, we never heard from him again until he was walking you into the brothel. He dialed and left his phone on. We knew that was the signal to come for you guys."

I looked him straight in the eyes, "So you never knew about the boat at all? S never knew James would take me there?"

Coop shook his head, "As far as I know, that was never the plan. He went crazy when we realized we were fucked over by James and you were missing." He gave me a smug grin, "I never worried, I knew you had it."

I shoved him, "You ass. I didn’t have it. I winged it and it wasn’t pretty."

He nodded, laughing at me softly. "The training kicked in."

I rolled my eyes, "I hate you sometimes."

He kissed my cheek, "You love me and you know it."

I couldn’t fight the look on my face. I shook my head, "I don’t and you don’t love me."

He shook his head, but I could see the love in his eyes, "No, I don’t. I’m glad you don’t love me either."

Jack whacked me in the arm, "I don’t love either of you, so keep it down. I may vomit from this."

I flipped him the bird and snuggled into Coop. "Thanks for coming and getting me."

He shook his head, "That was S. I wish I could take the credit. We were in enemy waters, and I didn’t have a clue as to what was what. S wasn’t very forthcoming."

"Yeah well, he's like that with everyone. Don’t take it personally."

"Good to know." He kissed my forehead, "Let's get some rest."

I closed my eyes and let the flight be the sleep I was going to get for the next forty-eight hours.

The jet landed in Kauai, and as I thought it, he said it, "I wish the kids were here. They would love it. Jules would be a natural at surfing."

I smiled, "This is exactly why I don’t love you."

He gave me a curious look, "Why?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, "You love my kids. That’s like some kind of aphrodisiac."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Remind me to bring it up on the plane ride home. Until then, we are partners. Keep it in your pants, keep your head on straight."

“You brought them up, not me.”

He shrugged, “I didn’t know you’d go all gooey over it.”

I was almost hurt by it, but I forced myself to remember what we were doing in Hawaii. It wasn’t vacationing. That was for sure.

I nodded, "Good point. Not to mention, S might need me to persuade him of a few things. It’s better if he doesn't know you and I are… what are we?"

Coop's eyes cooled off, "In Hawaii we're partners. I don’t even want to think about S right now, but I'll tell you… there will be no persuading. Not unless I'm allowed to persuade him with pliers." He turned and walked toward the lineup for customs.

Jack leaned into my ear, "Go easy on him. He likes you more than you can imagine. His version of the story at the brothel isn't exactly how it happened."

I gave him a look. He winked at me.

"You can't say that and not explain."

Jack walked next to me slowly, "He and S fought. He won and he called your mom with S's phone. He made her convince S to go after you on the yacht. S didn’t want to come look for you. He considered you a lost cause by that point. Coop said something to your mom, and whatever your mom said, is what made S go get you."

I swallowed hard, "Seriously?"

He nodded, "S wasn’t going to rescue you. He intended to storm the brothel and kill everyone. He had a reason for being there. I think your mom knows what it was, but she didn’t say."

Stunned wasn’t the right word for how I felt. Betrayed, and yet not. Servario had never pretended that we weren't exactly what we were. Two spies caught up in something that would never suit the way we felt about each other.

I felt nauseated, even if I had reasons and excuses for his poor behavior. I watched Coop's rigid back and felt my heart melting. He didn’t want me to know he had been the one saving me… why? I smiled at Jack, "Thanks."

He nodded, "He never would have told you. He is humble in a lot of ways."

I laughed, "Just not the important ways."

He shook his head, "No, absolutely not. I think it also helps that he doesn’t want you to murder S, not yet anyway."

When we cleared customs and left the airport, Servario was waiting for us. He was dressed in his typical Euro-trash style. Faded jeans, white dress shirt, fancy brown leather shoes and sunglasses. His hair was still long and his face was sexy. I kept chanting Devil, Diablo, Lucifer, Hell's Master. It did no good. All I saw was a sexy man smirking at me with a suggestive stare. He snapped his fingers at me and pointed to the car as he climbed in. There was one parked behind it that was identical. Coop climbed in the one behind but gave me a look, "You’re up front."

I paused as Jack got in the car with Coop. I looked at the two cars and almost climbed in after Jack, but I didn’t. I pulled up my big-girl panties and stalked over to the first car. I got in, slamming the door. The driver flinched. Servario gave me a look, "You're pissed at me? You've been fucking that boy all over the Northwest and you're pissed at me."

I stared straight ahead, "What are we doing?"

He smiled, "Okay, fine. We don’t have to talk about it."

I turned sharply, "No, you know what, I want to talk about it. You gave up on me. You gambled with my life, and then gave up on me when James took me to your fucking yacht."

His eyes turned to evil, as if green storms were brewing under them. He shook his head slowly, "Do not swear at me, Evie."

I threw my hands up in the air, "Why not? What can you possibly do to me that hasn’t already been done? Fuck you, Serv…"

His hand lashed out quickly, grabbing me by a fistful of hair and cutting me off. He dragged my face into his, "Do not swear at me. I am not in the mood to put up with your attitude. I explained to you that you are mine." He reached between my legs, “That is mine.”

I punched hard, hitting him in the throat. He tightened his grip on my hair, dragging my face down into his groin. He coughed and sputtered. I laughed, "You hit me or hurt me, expect it back from now on. I don’t even care if it blows cover or the Burrow."

He cleared his throat and coughed again, "You and I are going to have a long chat about acceptable forms of affection and unacceptable." I shoved at him but he held my face in his groin, "I wonder what young Cooper is thinking is happening right now? I bet he is curious as to why your face is in my lap."

I shook my head, "He trusts me."

Servario scoffed, "So did I, once."

I growled, "Don’t even start on me. I never betrayed you."

He lifted my face by my hair, "If you think for one second everything I did wasn't for you, then you are mistaken. Every move has been for you. I made you a promise once that I would always be in your shadow and protect you. I included your kids in that. The minute I thought James betrayed me, I knew I had to keep your kids safe at all costs."

I swung at him, "Don’t you lie to me and include my kids in it."

He shoved my face back into his lap, "When you want to apologize and act like a big girl, I will let you back up."

My neck and back were aching by the time the car stopped, but I wasn't apologizing. Servario opened the door and dragged me from the car. The driver got out. Servario pulled a gun from inside the car door, with a silencer on it. I swallowed hard, "Okay, I'm sorry."

He gave me an astonished look, "You think this is for you?"

I shrugged, "I don’t know."

He looked furious. The second car stopped. The driver opened the door. Servario turned and shot the driver and then ours. I jumped, "Why did you kill them?"

He gave me a hateful look, "I didn’t, you did. You had to talk about important mission work in front of them? We can't let them live with all the words you spewed out there."

I gasped, "I thought they were yours."

He nodded, "They were, I still don’t say things like Burrow and blowing cover."

Coop walked up looking just as livid, "You talked shop in the car?"

I put my hand out, "Fuck all three of you."

Jack looked affronted, "I didn’t do anything. I was shocked he shot them too. I don’t even think our driver spoke English."

I turned and walked down the road to the marina we were parked on top of. I heard Servario say, "Maybe you should talk to her."

My right eye twitched and I picked up my pace. Fuckers.