by Miley Maine
“Let go,” I said as shivers rolled over her body. “Make yourself come. You can do it.”
“Oh yes,” she said, stiffening during her release, then breathless as the crest peaked.
“You did it,” I said, kissing her knee. Kate’s passion was contagious. I could spend the rest of my life making her come. If she’d let me, then I’d do my best. “That was so hot I think my cock is going to burst.”
“Go for it,” she said. “I’m wiped out. Do what you want.”
“Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like,” I said, and I flipped her to her stomach. “Is that comfortable?”
She nodded her head.
“I need to see this round bottom while I fuck you,” I said, running my hands over her smooth, tan butt. Out of respect for the virginity she’d only recently lost, I’d tried to keep my comments clean. But I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I grabbed her wrists in my hands and stretched them above her head. I crawled over her, letting my hard cock brush over her butt.
I rolled my hips once, letting her feel my erection.
She met my thrust, pushing her bottom back against me. Kate might have not been experienced, but she was amazing in bed.
“I love that you don’t hold back,” I said to her. I jumped up to grab a condom from my bad, and I rolled it on. “I need to be in you.”
I transferred most of my weight onto my right side to take the weight off my injured arm. I pushed my cock into her tight hole. There was still resistance, so I went slowly, treasuring the feel of her body beneath mine.
“You’re still tight,” I said.
“You can move,” she responded. “Fuck me.”
She so rarely cursed, and her words sent a lightning streak of arousal straight through me. My cock pulsed, demanding that I thrust.
I pushed all the way in, still going slow, until I was all the way in. Then I pulled back, letting my cock drag against her inner walls.
“Owen. Keep doing that,” she said.
“You like it slow?”
“Yes,” she said, grabbing onto the thin sheets and tugging at them.
I kept my pace steady, pushing in and pulling out, until the tension built up so much that I couldn’t think. My pulse began to hammer, and my heart raced. “I can’t hold on,” I said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder blade.
She nodded her head, and I sped up, thrusting in and out of her warm pussy until I climaxed, spilling into her body.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to ask her again to forgive me. But I kept my mouth shut, and only helped her roll back over and clean up.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kate
What had I been thinking? One month’s time, and some extreme danger, had me hopping back into bed with Owen.
We took turns rinsing off in the tiny shower again, and then we sat on the bed together, fully dressed and wide awake. “Can you tell me now? What were you investigating Laurent for?” I asked.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you drop the Mr. in front of his name,” Owen said.
“Well, a title is a sign of respect. And I don’t have any respect for him now. So…”
“Good point. I was always a little sick at my stomach every time you called him that.”
“You did have the advantage, since you knew exactly what he was doing in his spare time.”
“He was going to sell chemical weapons to the highest bidder,” Owen said, staring straight ahead. “I’d have done anything to stop him.”
“Chemical weapons? Like sarin? Or mustard gas?”
“Yes. And nerve gas.”
I buried my face in my hands. “That’s awful.” I dropped my hands to cover my stomach. “And by highest bidder do you mean anyone who wanted them?”
“Yes. We haven't identified any governments that were willing to buy. But we did identify three terrorist groups, located all over the world, who were interested.”
No wonder Owen had wanted me to leave the country. Nausea rose in my stomach and bile burned my throat. Laurent was going to sell chemical weapons. To terrorists. And I'd lived in his home. I’d sat at his dinner table. “Was anyone else involved?”
“Like I said, the butler sold me out, but I don’t know yet if he knew what Laurent was up to.”
“Are you going to get in trouble? For leaving?” I asked.
“Probably.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I didn’t see any other option. Laurent’s reach isn’t very powerful in France, but he had tentacles all over Santiago. There was no way for me to leave you there unprotected, even if he was arrested.”
“Wouldn’t the other officers have given me a place to stay?”
“When you didn’t go with Mrs. Laurent, some low-level government official would have interviewed you. I don’t have jurisdiction here. I couldn't march in and demand that you be freed. Depending on whether or not he believed you, or whether they would have bothered to check your records against the CIA’s, then you could have been detained.”
“Detained?”
“In a Chilean prison. Until I could get you out,” he said. “If I’d been killed during the arrest, maybe by one of Laurent’s henchmen, then I don’t know how long you’d have been there. Weeks. Months. Eventually, the U.S. Embassy would get you out.” He chewed on his lip. “But you’d eventually have gotten out, and you’d have gone home, and moved on with your life. But if one of Laurent’s men had gotten you... “ He brushed his hand over his eyes. “Well. I don't think I have to spell it out, do I?
“No. You don’t.” The sick feeling was still swirling in my stomach, but I couldn’t imagine how Owen must feel, knowing he’d probably lose the job he felt so strongly about. “In that case, I do owe you a thank you.”
A thank you wasn’t nearly enough.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Owen
“It’s time for us to move on,” I said.
“Aw. Goodbye, shabby little apartment. Where are we going?”
“To a national park.”
“Which one?” she asked.
“Quebrada del Condorito National Park. Did you want to go?” I asked.
“I’m not familiar with it, but I’m thrilled to visit any park.
“Good, because we’re going. Once we’re there, we’ll regroup. We need to get to the American Embassy in Buenos Aires. It’s the best way to get you home.”
“Isn’t that a fifteen-hour drive?”
“Yes. But we’re not driving the whole way. Too much time on the road is too risky.”
“How are we going to hang out in a national park? Is there a campground?”
“No, there’s a few safehouses stashed around. They’re more like cabins. We can hang out until someone can come get us. If no one will pick us up, I’ll try to hire a private flight.”
“More secret mercenary friends? How do you know so many people here?” she asked.
“Pretty much,” I said. “We don’t all know each other well. But there’s a network, and we all rely on each other.”
“That part actually sounds pretty cool. I hope you don’t lose all those connections because of this,” she said. “Are we going to the Embassy because I don’t have my passport or ID?”
“Exactly. They’d never let us on a plane without it.”
“What will happen to you when we get there?”
“They’ll send me home too. Argentina has no desire to detain me. I’d be useless to them.”
“What about the CIA?” she asked.
“I’ll definitely get investigated. I might get written up. And I may lose my job with the CIA, but I didn’t commit a crime. They won’t leave me hanging down here to be murdered by Laurent’s goons, or taken into custody by South American law enforcement, especially not if I have you with me.”
“I guess that’s some kind of relief,” Kate said.
Right now, having Kate safe was enough for me.
“We�
��re going to trade this smashed-up car in, and get another in town,” I told her. It was way too visible. For some extra cash, the mechanic would total it and it would no longer exist for someone to find.
“You’re not stealing another are you?”
“No. I’m going to pay someone for a cheap car.”
After a quick stop in town, I wired a mechanic enough money to cover a sputtering pickup truck. I was way over my budget for this mission, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Inside the dusty red truck, Kate and I rattled over the roads.
“Do you regret it?” she asked. “Leaving?”
“No. Not for a second.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I didn’t put the mission at risk. Laurent was getting arrested. I got all the intel to the authorities in Chile, and turned over to the United Nations too.”
I wouldn’t have abandoned my mission, or put anyone else in danger, but once Laurent was caught? Hell yes. Nothing could have stopped me.
Now that we were on our way, I needed to call my supervisor. “Sorry if he breaks your eardrum,” I said to Kate.
“I’ve been yelled at a time or two,” she chuckled. “Go for it.”
“Well you seem to have some luck on your side,” my supervisor said.
“How’s that, Sir?”
“The wife, Juliette Laurent. Not only is her uncle a member of the French Parliament, he’s also rich as fuck. And not a crook. So he’s pretty fucking happy that we got her away from Laurent. Also, she’s been insisting to anyone that will listen that you’re practically a saint.”
“The wife? She barely spoke to me.”
“Well, she hated Laurent’s guts. Probably wouldn't mind seeing him dead.”
“Then why the hell was she married to him?”
“She didn't know he was such a prick until after she got pregnant. Then he threatened to take the baby from her. She suspected he was involved in some really shady stuff, but she couldn’t prove it. She was afraid Laurent was always listening in on her, so she couldn’t ask her uncle for help, because she didn’t want him to be a target.”
“Huh.” That surprised the shit out of me. I’d unfairly assumed she was a vapid socialite without a brain. No matter the outcome, I was grateful she’d stuck up for me.
“I’m sure you heard the good news,” I said to Kate. “I’m not in the clear yet, but having a rich politician on my side certainly goes a long way.”
Her hand came to rest on top of mine on the steering wheel. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I think our luck is-” I stopped talking as the truck made a terrible grinding sound.
“What was that?” Kate asked.
“It didn’t sound good.”
Once we had the hood open, Kate shook her head. “This looks bad. If the alternator is broken, we aren’t going anywhere. How far are we from the safehouse?” she asked.
“It’s not far. If we’re driving.”
“What about if we’re walking?” she asked.
I hated to break it to her. “Uh,” I said. “Two days.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kate
“We’re getting close,” Owen said on our second day of hiking through the park. “I know it.”
“I still can’t believe you memorized the coordinates for all the safehouses within four hundred miles of Santiago,” I said. I really had enjoyed the up-close views of Argentina, but I was worn out.
“I can’t very well keep a map that says ‘hey, here’s the location of all the CIA safehouses I might visit’. I might as well paint a target on my forehead.”
“You could make up a code word for it.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm,” I said. “I was going to say your favorite restaurants, but for anyone familiar with this area they’d know it’s a wilderness out here. I also can’t believe the government lets agents put cabins in national parks.”
He lifted his good shoulder. “They want protection too. I can’t believe how well you’re taking this.”
“There are people that pay thousands of dollars to fly here and hike these areas,” I said. “You might be tired of hearing about my plight, but I used to sit and look at the National Geographic magazines in the library. I never imagined I’d see scenery like this.”
We’d kept our banter light-hearted, but my thoughts had grown heavier as we hiked.
Owen risked everything to save me. For most of his adult life, his duty to the CIA had come first. And then he met me.
Sure, I wasn’t responsible for his choices. He made them himself. But he’d sacrificed everything for me, and then saved my life. He could have handed me over to a police officer, and hoped for the best, or told me to run and hide.
But he’d left the scene of his operation, the culmination of a year’s worth of intense undercover work, just to save me.
It was clear he was conflicted about that decision, although I believed him when he said he didn’t regret it.
He’d done that for me. No one had ever given up anything for me. Not my mom, not my dad. My sister might have tried, but I wouldn’t have let her. Owen had lied to me, but only about his job.
Owen hadn’t lied to me about the kind of person he was. He was still the same hard-working, committed gentlemen I’d met at Laurent's dinner party.
I’d liked the Owen who’d been a corporate accountant from San Francisco – a whole lot.
But I loved this guy who was a CIA agent from Oxford, Mississippi.
I loved him.
Now, I just needed to tell him. We were in the middle of nowhere, trudging through a national park, and who knew if we were going to make it out of here alive, or if anyone would ever find us. I had to let him know. Just in case. I blurted it out as I stepped over a hole in the ground. “I love you,” I said.
Owen held his hand out to me and helped me over a large rock. “What did you say?”
I stopped walking. “I love you,” I repeated. My voice only broke a little, but my heart started hammering away. I stared straight at him and waited.
“I love you too,” he said. He stopped and picked me up and swung me around. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“I should have said it earlier.”
“What changed?” he asked. He pulled back to look at me, but still held me in his arms.
“It’s clear to me that you’re an honest, moral person. Yes, you misled me and lied to me outright, but I don’t feel like you used me now. I can see that you were trying to do the right thing. And sometimes the right thing isn’t clear cut.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “I never thought we’d get here. I feel so damn lucky,” he said.
“Me too. Lucky to be here, lucky to be alive.”
“We’re not out of the woods yet, but we’re a lot nearer.” He pulled me in even closer and kissed me. Thanks to a pack of gum I’d found in the old truck, I was willing to kiss him even out here in the park. Way too soon, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. “I never thought I’d get to have that again either.”
“I’m glad you were wrong,” I said.
“Me too.” He smoothed his fingers over my ponytail. “You’re the first person I’ve ever loved,” he said.
“Same for me.”
“Okay. I know we’re close, and now I have a really big incentive to get there.”
“What’s that incentive?” I asked.
“I think you know.” He pulled out his satellite phone. “I'm going to call in and try to get us a ride out of here.” He skimmed his fingers down the back of my neck. “But don’t worry. They’ll take forever to get here.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t want to wait.”
We walked on, taking in the scenery without talking, while Owen held the compass in his hand. “We’re here,” he said. And sure enough, right over the hill was an A-frame cabin. It was the only structure in sight.
“It’s quaint,” I said.
“Very. No running water. But there will be a generator to charge this satellite phone.”
“People pay money for retreats like this too. No internet, no interruptions.”
“Not my idea of fun,” he said. “But I’m happy we’re here.”
We didn’t want to waste the stored drinking water, so we scrambled to wash off in the nearby creek. We laid our black uniforms out on the rocks and splashed around. The water wasn’t warm, but it felt amazing after the two-day hike.
After all the grime was off, we hauled some creek water to the cabin to take a real bath with soap. We found another nice stash of basic uniform clothes in the cabin, and we washed our undergarments out too. There were even toothbrushes and a tiny tube of toothpaste.
“Now that I’m clean,” I said, “I want to do this.” I stood in front of him, wearing only a t-shirt and I ran my hands over his bare chest. The gunshot wound on his arm was already much better, but I’d rewrapped it in gauze after our creek bath. He was only wearing a clean pair of boxers we’d found in the cabin. As soon as my hands touched his chest, he groaned.
“I’m already rock hard.”
“I can see that. And feel it.” I moved closer, nudging his erection with my hips. “This will be my first time to have sex outside.”
“No comment.”
“Well,” I said. “You are older than I am after all.”
He grabbed at me, trying to tickle me. My shirt rode up, and his hands came down to rest on my bare bottom.
“No underwear,” he said with a grin.
“Nope. None at all.”
“I think I’d like it if you walked around like this all the time.”
“It’s a pretty big switch from the couture outfits Mrs. Laurent bought for me.”
“You were beautiful in those, and you’re just as beautiful in this black t-shirt.”
“Mmm.” His hand snaked up inside my shirt to rub over my breasts. “Wait. I wanted to do this.” I dropped to my knees in the sandy dirt, under a clear blue sky, right in the middle of a national park. I tugged his boxers down and his hard cock greeted me. “I’ve wanted to do this all day.”
