by Jaci Burton
The doors closed and she exhaled.
When she got to her room, she bolted the door and took a moment to lean against it.
You’re waiting for him. You want him to come after you.
You are so stupid, Ava, because he isn’t going to. Weren’t you listening downstairs? You’re disposable.
What was she so upset about anyway? She’d come here to see Lacey, to find out how she was doing and see if she could repair their friendship.
That part, at least, seemed to be going well. Lacey had asked her this morning to go to Mexico with her. A short, two-day trip, but Lacey said she often went, stayed overnight at a wonderful resort and got the full spa treatment, then headed back. A gift from Bo, Lacey had said, because Bo traveled a lot on business—what business that was Ava had no idea—and he felt guilty leaving Lacey alone so much.
Of course if Lacey was in school she wouldn’t be lonely and bored, but that was a topic Ava intended to bring up once she got Lacey all to herself in Mexico. So she agreed to accompany her, in fact couldn’t wait for some one-on-one time with her best friend.
Time to focus on Lacey, not on Rick. She’d already wasted too much time with Rick, and look where it had gotten her? She’d conjured up ridiculous notions that he cared for her, that she cared for him, as if they had some kind of relationship, when in fact all they’d had was sex.
She might have been nothing but a fuck to him, but guess what? That’s exactly what he’d been to her. A hot guy she could stretch her sexual muscles with. He’d at least been fun for that.
Now that it was over, she’d concentrate on Lacey.
And forget all about Rick.
Easy, right?
Rick dragged his fingers through his hair and paced, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to make this right.
The first thing he did after Ava ran off was pretend it didn’t matter. Lacey glared at him and called him an asshole, but he just shrugged and Bo laughed. He’d done his job, even if he felt like shit about it.
He’d hurt Ava. He hadn’t meant to. If he’d known she had come into the coffee shop and was within earshot, he’d never said those things to Bo about her.
Bo had set him up, had seen Ava and Lacey coming in and wanted to make sure Ava heard Rick say those things.
He had his cousin to thank for this mess.
But Rick wanted Bo to think that Ava meant nothing to him, to clear the way for his advancement in the Hellraisers, and to make sure nothing stood in the way of Rick being in the right position to find out what Bo was going to do. There was a major drug buy on the line, and Rick needed to make sure it didn’t get cancelled.
The problem was, he did care about Ava. He did worry about her. The best thing that could come out of her eavesdropping would be her falling apart and deciding to run home to her father, thereby clearing the way for him to focus only on what Bo was up to. Ava would be safe then, and that part of his job would be over.
Unfortunately, no such luck. And despite the illegal drug distribution angle, Ava was his primary assignment. His job was to prevent any major connection between Ava and drugs. Bringing in cocaine across the border would be a massive clusterfuck, and probably cost him his job.
He really liked his job. And it was damn time he stopped playing around with Ava and started doing his job. What the hell did it matter what she thought of him? When this assignment was over, he was off to the next one and Ava would be nothing but a distant memory.
After Bo and Lacey took off, Rick went back to his room, grabbed his cell phone and dialed Grange’s number. The general picked up on the second ring, and Rick filled him in on what was going to happen.
“Well, shit,” Grange said. “So your cousin is using his girlfriend as a mule, and has decided to drag the senator’s daughter into his game.”
“Looks that way.”
“It’s obvious Bo doesn’t have any idea who Ava is, does he?”
“I don’t think so. No way would he allow a high-profile person like Senator Vargas’s daughter to carry drugs across the Mexican border. A bust could break the Hellraisers and lead directly to him.”
“Okay. What do you want to do about it?”
Leave it to Grange to drop the ball right at Rick’s feet. “I want to let Ava and Lacey go into Mexico. But I want to be there. I also want to get Bo into Mexico. This is an opportunity to break up a major drug import and distribution ring. I can’t just walk away from this by pulling Ava out.”
Grange went quiet for a few seconds. “Risky. The Feds aren’t going to like this.”
Rick smiled. “But you aren’t going to tell them yet, are you?”
“Of course not. I’ll wait until you’re already in Mexico and I’ll take the heat for the decision to let this play out.”
Just like Grange to shoulder the burden.
“Thanks.”
“You’d better have something figured out that clears Ava by the time you reach the U.S. border, though.”
“You got it.”
“And if things get sticky, get Ava out of there and let this drug business with your cousin go.”
“I know. She’s the number-one priority. I’ll keep you posted.”
He hung up and paced again, trying to formulate a plan. Bo wanted him out of the state. Rick would have to change his mind.
Then again, maybe not. Maybe he could head on down into Mexico without Bo knowing. Or at least without Bo knowing just yet. Because Bo would find out eventually—after Rick got there.
And that’s exactly the way Rick wanted this game to play out.
He grinned and went in search of Bo.
TEN
Ava inhaled and exhaled, sinking deep into the cushy table where she was being massaged. She could almost imagine she was floating somewhere in the deep sea, lost amidst the creatures that inhabited the vast ocean. Just drifting endlessly without a care in the world.
Lacey was right. Mexico was heaven. She was oiled, rubbed, pampered, the strains of some sweet classical music lulling her into a near coma of bliss.
All this lavish attention almost took her mind off the gnawing emptiness and pain of what Rick had done to her yesterday.
Almost.
Fortunately she had Lacey with her—at least some of the time—talking to her nonstop about everything and nothing.
Now that they didn’t have school and their future careers to work on together any longer, Ava realized she and Lacey had very little common ground. Lacey liked to talk about Bo—a lot. Her entire world revolved around Bo. What she and Bo did together, where they went, what little presents he bought for her . . .
And sex. She talked nonstop about all the sex she was having with Bo.
Which would be fine if all the sexy talk didn’t make Ava think about Rick. And she’d vowed she wasn’t going to think about Rick anymore. After all, he wasn’t thinking about her. He was probably off picking up a new girl, what with women being disposable and all.
“You’re tensing up ma’am. Try to relax.”
“Sorry.” Ava cleared her mind again and focused on the soft music and equally soft hands of Carla, her masseuse. She closed her eyes and imagined herself rich and pampered, getting massages like this every week, having an idle life where all she did was shop and live in the lap of luxury.
Ha. She’d be bored senseless. She was already bored senseless. She’d been here twenty-four hours and she was ready to go home. How Lacey did these trips by herself was beyond Ava’s ability to comprehend.
It was certainly a nice experience. The town was lovely, the people were friendly, there was plenty of shopping, and the food was good. The spa and hotel were awesome, catering to her every need. The staff knew Lacey very well since she’d been coming here often. Still, Ava was bored.
And dammit, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rick.
After her massage, she went to search for Lacey, who’d gotten a massage at the same time. They were going to meet up for a late lunch afterward. But s
he was nowhere to be found. The woman working the front desk at the spa said Lacey had left a message saying she was going up to her room to take a nap.
Figured. Lacey was always either talking Ava’s ear off or sound asleep.
She decided to go take a shower, wash the oil off from the massage, and maybe relax and read.
She grabbed a sandwich on her way up to her room, and after her shower, grabbed it and took a spot out on the balcony. Such an amazing panorama of the town, and off to the right she caught a peek of the ocean and white sand.
While she ate, she enjoyed the warm air and beautiful view of the waving trees and the colorful town below. Such a mix of colors, and Ava had always enjoyed people watching. She always wondered what people were doing, where they were going.
Maybe because watching other people go about their lives was so much more interesting than her own. Because here she was, sitting up in her room when she could either be out shopping or at the beach on this beautiful day.
Hadn’t she learned anything? They had one more day here and she was sitting on a hotel balcony when a once-in-a-lifetime experience was just a short walk away.
So what was it going to be? Shopping or some time on the beach?
She and Lacey had shopped yesterday. She’d even haggled with a few of the merchants—it was expected, as Lacey explained.
She should check out the beach.
It was time to dig her toes in the sand and live a little. She didn’t need Lacey to hold her hand—or Rick. She could do it by herself.
She threw on her swimsuit and cover-up, slipped into her sandals, and made her way down the slope toward the water. Dusky-colored rock walls rose up on either side of her. There was no concrete path, just sand, worn from the people who’d come before her. She made her way through the maze of rocks until she found the clearing.
Breathtaking. Clear blue water, mountains on the other side, and no one was around. She stood and listened to the crashing sound of the waves, watched them ride their way to shore. She kicked off her sandals and moved in a few feet so the water trickled over her toes.
It was warm, inviting. She dropped to the sand and straightened her legs, clearing her mind.
This was so much better than sitting in her room.
She dragged the beach towel out of her bag, pulled off her cover-up, and lay down.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Rick’s face swam before her. She sighed, giving up the thought of forgetting about him.
She wished he were here with her, lying on the beach with her, folding her into his arms and kissing her. She missed talking to him, hearing the sound of his voice, his laughter. He seemed to understand her in ways no other man ever had. What man had ever even bothered to listen to her before? And he didn’t agree with everything she said just to get her in bed. He helped her reason things out about Lacey.
But it went beyond just talking. She missed making love to him, the way he’d awakened her body. Her senses throbbed every time she thought about his kisses, his touch, the way she felt when he was inside her.
How could a man affect her so deeply after only a few short days? What was so special about him that was different than any other guy she’d known?
He had seemed so perfect for her. They had seemed to fit so well together. How could she have been so wrong about him? What he’d said to Bo just didn’t fit what she knew about him. Was she that bad a judge of character that she hadn’t been able to see who he really was? Had he played her that well? She was a reasonably intelligent woman who knew how to spot a player. Or at least she thought she was.
Too much thinking. Thinking that was getting her nowhere. She and Rick were over. Why couldn’t she just let it go?
“You could tempt a man to sin looking like that.”
Ava shot up and grabbed her cover-up, shielding her face from the sun. A silhouette stood in the bright sunlight, a dark shadow she couldn’t make out. She grabbed her bag, then scrambled to her feet, hoping to hell someone else was on this stretch of beach besides her and some stranger. What the hell was she thinking coming out here alone?
“Ava.”
Her whole body went rigid. “Rick?” She fished into her bag for her sunglasses, slid them on. He stood there, barefoot in jeans and a sleeveless muscle shirt, holding his boots in his hand. His dark sunglasses made him look reckless, sexy, like the bad boy she figured him to be. Her legs went weak. “What are you doing here?”
“I came here to find you, to talk to you.” He pushed his sunglasses up on his head.
She should be angry with him—furious, in fact—not falling to his feet in a gush of female libido. “Why?”
“Because what I said back in Vegas . . . I didn’t want you to hear that.”
Her anger rushed to the surface. She preferred that to being so damn glad to see him. “Obviously.”
“No, you don’t understand.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her down to sit in the sand with him. “It wasn’t what I meant, what I felt.”
“Why did you say it?”
“Because that’s what I wanted Bo to think.”
She cocked her head to the side. “I don’t understand.”
“In order to get back into the Hellraisers I have to prove my worthiness.”
“And treating a woman like shit is the way to do it?”
He rubbed a spot above his brow with his fingertip. “No, but telling him that I cared about you puts me in a bad position.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. Was he saying he cared about her? “Why?”
“I’m not sure I can explain this well.”
“Try.”
“I’ve been gone for ten years. I just came back. They want me to be free to work for them, to ride with them. You’re not one of the Hellraisers.”
“Oh. So if you hooked up with me, I’d be a hindrance to you doing that.”
He nodded. “It’s a shitty excuse, I know. I didn’t expect him to ask me about you. So I shot off that you meant nothing to me, that you were just a fuck. They were just words said to placate him. I didn’t expect you to be there to hear them.”
“You didn’t mean them.”
“No. I didn’t.”
“But you still said them.”
“Yes.”
“They hurt me.”
He looked down at the sand, then swept his gaze back to her. “I know. And I’m sorry. It was thoughtless. I was an asshole.”
If she were smart, she wouldn’t believe him. She’d tell him to turn around and head back to Las Vegas. That she wasn’t interested in his explanations or excuses. That they were over. That they never had anything to start with.
But she did believe him. He’d come all the way to Mexico to explain to her, to apologize. What kind of man did that?
“If it would make you feel better you could throw sand at me.”
She laughed. Damn him. “I can’t believe you’re here. You came all the way here just to see me? You could have called me.”
“I could have. But this kind of needed to be handled face-to-face.”
“You could have waited until I got back.”
He shifted, rubbed his hands together to wipe the sand off. “I didn’t want to wait. Besides, I missed you.”
She looked away, stared out at the water. “Don’t say that.”
He tipped her chin, forced her gaze back to his. “Why not?”
Her eyes filled with tears and she hated herself—and him—because of it. She pulled her sunglasses off and looked at him. “I don’t want to care about you, Rick.”
He paused, then lifted a strand of her hair and sifted it through his fingers. “But you do.”
She wouldn’t admit it—refused to give him more ammunition to hurt her. Until he leaned in, and before she could object, fit his mouth over hers. The kiss was slow and easy—he wasn’t demanding, it was more like he was testing the waters.
God, she’d missed his mouth on hers. She sighed and pressed into him, felt weak and ridi
culous for giving in so easily. She should have walked away. This man was trouble, was only going to hurt her.
But he’d come all the way to Mexico to apologize. What man did that?
Rick.
So as his lips brushed over hers, seeking, searching, all her resolve melted and she kissed him back, her answer—a resounding yes—to everything.
She was so easy. She was going to hate herself later for this. But right now he was pulling her onto his lap, onto his strong thighs, and wrapping his arms around her, deepening the kiss until she was heated all over. And it felt so good—so right. She couldn’t muster up any reasonable objections to why she shouldn’t be with him.
As long as she guarded her heart.
He dragged his lips across her chin, spreading hot kisses along her throat. She felt the mad beat of her pulse against his lips and tilted her head back, not caring that they were on the beach where anyone could see them. No one knew her here—she was a stranger. Even if someone did see them, it wasn’t like she was ever coming back to this place again. And she didn’t want this moment to end.
She shifted, rocked against him, riding his cock through the denim of his jeans.
Rick grinned. “Out here?”
“Yes.”
“I have a better idea.”
He put his hands under her buttocks and stood, carrying her over to a secluded cove where the water met the rocks.
“Your jeans are getting wet,” she said as he rested her back against the cool rock and set her on her feet.
“I don’t care.” He planted his lips on hers and she soon forgot all about his jeans, or anything else. All she knew was his hard cock against her sex, splintering her with pleasure that rocked her senses.
She wanted more of it. She wanted him inside her. Now.
“Rick, please.”
He leaned back, his gaze questioning. “You want to do this upstairs in your room?”
She shook her head. “No. Here. Now.”
His face was as filled with the dark, ravenous need that she felt inside as he dug a condom out of his pocket, then took a quick glance around, making sure they were alone.
