by Vivi Paige
“A couple of times, on business. Never made it out to the beach.” I turned toward her with my lips thoughtfully pursed. “And you know my real name now, so you don’t have to call me Wolf.”
“Yeah, I don’t have to.” Scarlett gave me a teasing smile. “Of course, I’m still your captive, so I have to do whatever you say, call you whatever you want…”
The strap of her sun dress slid down her arm, and she made no move to replace it even though a vast expanse of freckled cleavage was exposed. I swallowed hard while my cock grew equally so.
“In that case, you can call me Daddy,” I growled low. I’d intended to be flip, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I remembered that Scarlett had daddy issues in spades.
“Oh, okay, if you say so… Daddy.” She released a girlish giggle. Scarlett twirled her hair around her finger, and then suddenly dropped a hand right onto my ever-hardening rod, massaging it through my pants.
“Do you want me to crash the car?” The smile on my face belied the harshness of my tone.
“Surely a big, strong man like my Daddy can handle a little H-job without being too distracted?” she teased, massaging me more firmly. My teeth clenched, and a low growl escaped my throat, which only seemed to encourage her.
We were only saved from imminent catastrophe by our prompt arrival at the nondescript fog-shrouded docks. A moderate gaggle of boating enthusiasts flitted about as they prepared to take advantage of the first decent weather in days. The sea might have been a bit choppy, but that wasn’t about to dampen their enthusiasm—pun thoroughly intended.
All the people made me less nervous, not more, since Scarlett and I were less likely to be remembered. Between her hat and glasses-shrouded features, and the fact the media outlets had yet to mention any disappearance, I felt confident we’d be able to remain incognito.
It seemed a few gawkers and eyewitnesses were the only thing to be concerned about. I had begun to grow wary of how the entire snatch and grab had gone down thus far. Hunter Shaw hemming and hawing about paying the ransom, the way Devlin kept messing with me in subtle ways, like not stocking the safe house, and my unexpected and ferocious attraction to Scarlett made this far from a routine gig.
“Keep your hat on.” I removed her hand from my crotch, albeit with more than a little reluctance. “Don’t talk to anyone. Just keep walking.”
“I feel like I’m in a spy movie,” Scarlett chuckled.
I glanced at her sharply, my tone growing rough. “This isn’t a movie, Red. Something is going on here that doesn’t feel right, and it’s got me on edge. I’ve learned to trust these feelings of mine, so please, just do as I say. Okay?”
“Okay, Will,” she said, holding up a restraining palm. “I understand how important this is to you.”
“Not just to me, to both of us.” Then I had to look away because I couldn’t fathom what was happening in my chest when I gazed into her green eyes.
I extracted the suitcase from the back, which I’d packed with a few clothing changes and basic toiletries. We weren’t going to be out at sea for more than a day or two, or so I hoped. Scarlett arched a crimson brow at the sight of it, and I realized it was the same case I’d packed her into at the rave.
Her gaze rose to mine, narrowed and a little bit miffed. I shrugged slightly, as if to say, “What could I have done differently?” and she relaxed.
I moved around the car and onto the sun-warmed wooden planks of the dock, the wheels of the case clicking as we passed each timber. Scarlett rushed to catch up and entangled her arm into my own.
“We’re trying to blend, remember?” She smiled and I smiled back because having her curvy little body next to mine felt fantastic. My mind began to race with possibilities of how we would pass the time on the open ocean…
We passed some nice-looking craft of different varieties, their only common feature that they were play toys of the well-off. Sailing skiffs, speed pleasure boats, and medium-sized yachts bobbed in the moderately choppy sea, each with a name that the owners probably thought a lot cleverer than they actually were.
But all of them paled in comparison to the sleek, dual-decked luxury craft moored at the end of the docks. Streamlined from bow to stern, the modern yacht wasn’t overly large, but it more than made up for its size with what lurked under the gleaming skin.
“Wow…” Scarlett’s mouth fell open as she scanned her sunglass-shrouded gaze over the yacht. “First you berate me for saying this is like a spy movie, and then you show me your boat, which is straight out of James Bond.” She turned and punched me playfully in the deltoid. “Just saying,” she giggled.
“I didn’t custom order her,” I replied wryly. “I won her in a poker game.”
“No shit?” Scarlett shook her crimson tresses. “This just gets better and better.”
She adopted a gruff tone and puffed out her chest. It took me a second to realize it was an imitation of me. “This isn’t a game, baby girl,” she seethed through clenched teeth. I didn’t think that I sounded like that, but maybe I did. It sort of made me self-conscious. “Everything is dead serious and if you give me any lip, I’ll shove a ball gag in your mouth and tie you to a chair.”
I winced as her loud portrayal drew attention from the other boating enthusiasts.
“Shh, not so loud.” I leaned in close as if I were simply giving her a hug. “Which brings me to my next order of business. If you want to leave and go back to your father, now is the time.”
She recoiled from my touch, her mouth flying open and bottom lip trembling as she gaped up at me. “You—you want me to leave?” Hurt filled every word.
“What?” I grimaced. Why do women always have to take things the wrong way? “No, of course not. I’m just saying that this is your last chance to walk away from this mess. I’m sure your father would be happy to see you safe and sound.”
“You’re sure,” she drawled the words, shaking her head. “You are. I’m not so certain about that, Will. If you’re giving me a choice, I’m choosing to stay with you until this is over.”
That was the answer I hoped for, desperately, the one I wanted to hear the most. But my conscience wouldn’t let things just lie there.
“Think carefully, Red,” my tone grim. “My family, the people we do jobs for… we’re not the guys in white hats. We don’t ride into town at the last minute to save it from the outlaws. A lot of times, we’re working for the outlaws, even if it’s only after the fact. If you stay, you might get the same taint that follows me around.”
She laughed, a bitter sound that made me flinch from the weight of her grief. “Our families aren’t as dissimilar as you seem to think they are, Big Bad Wolf.” She put her foot on the extendable gangplank. “In all the world, you’re the only one who’s ever promised I won’t get hurt.”
“Your father never said anything like that to you?” I frowned. Not that my father had, either, but I recognized that a parent was supposed to say things like that.
“No.” She was halfway up the gangplank at that point. “Are you coming or not? I can’t exactly tie myself to a chair, you know.”
I laughed as I walked up behind her. My voice and gaze were warm when I spoke. “We’re past the point of tying you to chairs, Scarlett.”
“Oh, well, that’s too bad.” She turned her back on me to walk up the gangplank. She gave her ass so much extra wiggle in the process that I had no choice but to smack it firmly with my hand, spurring her to greater speed.
Once on board, I showed her around. The yacht wasn’t huge, but it featured a kitchen, shower, and lounge area, which could be opened up to the fishing deck at the stern. Needless to say, everything was impeccably chic and modern, as well as comfortable.
It had a bedroom, which I hoped to show her as well, but she stopped next to the fishing rig.
“This looks like serious business,” she whistled. “My dad had a rig like this one, with the swivel chair and everything, but he never used it much.”
“Are
you into fishing?”
“Yeah, as long as I’m using a lure and not live bait. I know, hypocritical to kill the fish but not the worm.”
“No, I think I get it,” I replied.
I showed her how to work the rod, seeing the strain on her slender shoulders as she struggled to cast. Then I left her to it while I piloted us out into the open ocean. It was a bit choppy, with two-foot swells, but the yacht glided over them with ease so long as I went slowly enough.
When we were a couple of miles from shore, Scarlett’s shout brought me running back down to the lower deck, but then I found that there was no emergency other than a severely bent rod and a flabbergasted redheaded heiress trying to keep an Atlantic cod from dragging her into the water.
I took over reeling it in and congratulated her on hooking the whopping forty-pounder.
“Looks like you’ve taken care of dinner, Red,” I grinned.
“Mmm,” she slipped her arm around my waist and pressed those wonderful breasts into my rib cage. “So long as you’re taking care of… dessert.”
Chapter Sixteen
It was hard to believe it, but I felt at peace.
With my legs dangling over the edge of the yacht, the waves gently lapping at the hull, I experienced a sense of tranquility I hadn’t faced in a long time. Some would think being kidnapped and manhandled by my Big Bad Wolf would drive a girl to madness, but that wasn’t what happened. In fact, it was just the opposite.
“Don’t fall,” Will called from behind me, and I glanced at him over one shoulder.
Smiling, I pushed myself up to my feet, my body lazy and sluggish. It couldn’t be any other way—after such a good meal, one we had captured, gutted, and cooked ourselves—my belly was full, and I was content. Besides, it didn’t hurt that I was spending the night on a yacht. Yeah, I liked yachts. What kind of girl didn’t? Especially when the only man on board was a handsome Wolf.
“You’d catch me before I could fall.”
“Would I?” He cocked one eyebrow up and crossed his arms over his chest. Frowning, I kicked him in the ankle as hard as I could. He didn’t move an inch, but I felt lightning shoot up my leg. “No strength, huh? Maybe you should give up on the yoga and start lifting weights.”
“And become a mountain of muscles like you?” I threw back at him although I smiled now. Whenever he stood close to me, I simply couldn’t help myself. “No, thank you. I’d rather remain my pretty self… and I think you prefer it, too.”
“Is that so?”
“What are you doing?” I laughed. “Playing hard to get?”
As if to prove a point, I waltzed toward him.
I went on tiptoes and brushed my lips against his, my eyelids fluttering as his manly scent hit me. I placed my hands on his chest, my fingers above his beating heart, and felt a pleasant warmth spread all over my body. The memories of what we had done in the beach house hit me at once, and my nipples became hardened within the confines of my bra. My nipples weren’t the only part of me reacting to those memories. I felt myself become wet, the fabric of my thong sticking to my skin as it absorbed my own juices. I just wanted to tease him, but I figured I’d ended up teasing myself.
“You want to head into the cabin?” I whispered, my fingers now wandering over the patch of naked skin between his shirt and pants. I felt the hard groove of his abs, the warmth of his skin, and it took all of my willpower not to go for his cock. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t rush things.
“Why?” A grin spread across his lips. “Here’s more than fine.” Laying both hands on my ass, his large palms cupping my backside, he pulled me against him. Through the layers of our clothing, I felt the massive shape of his cock throbbing against my hip, and I became even wetter, so much that dehydration became a real concern.
“Here’s fine,” I repeated, fully knowing he always got his way. I didn’t mind. From what I had experienced before, his way usually ended up with me coming so hard my brain melted inside my skull. No complaints there.
Kissing me deeply, he parted my lips with the tip of his tongue, one of his hands now resting on the nape of my neck. As for the other, his long fingers reached for the warmth between my legs. He flattened his palm against my mound, pressing down on my pussy, and a soft little moan escaped from my lips.
He didn’t bother with teasing me.
He retreated and gathered the fabric of my dress, hand disappearing beneath the cloth. He slid his fingers in, moving them past my thong’s elastic band. Trembling under his touch, his fingers brushed against my clit and inner lips, and I closed my eyes as the entire world seemed to fade. It seemed as if nothing but our bodies existed in the universe, and that suited me just fine.
“I love how wet you get.” His voice came at me as if he stood on the other side of the universe. I was so out of it. My mind spun, and I felt all of my brain’s processing power was hogged by the way his fingers moved against my pussy. To say this about any other man would have been a lie, but Will was impossibly good. So much that he should be outlawed. “And you’re so fucking tight.”
With that, he slipped a finger inside me, turning it around as he massaged my inner walls. At the same time, he placed his thumb over my clit and didn’t waste a second. He stroked it right away, his finger moving in maddening circles around the bundle of nerves, and a column of fire rose up the length of my spine.
“That feels so good,” I muttered, my heart pounding. My nipples became even harder, so much that the cups of my bra felt like an uncomfortable nuisance. As if he could read my mind, the hand he had on my neck fell, and he took my shirt off with a quick movement. Just as quickly, his fingers returned to my back, and he undid the clasp of my bra with a quick flick. The cups drooped over my breasts and, as he tore the bra off of me, my breasts spilled free.
All the while, the hand in my pants never stopped.
“It should be illegal for anyone to look this good, Scarlett,” he breathed out, his eyes taking in every detail of my naked breasts. With just one finger, he traced their contour, his fingertip navigating around their base before marching up to my left nipple. He pinched it between his thumb and index finger, and I opened my mouth to let out a silent scream.
As he squeezed my nipple even harder, the pain turned into pleasure by the time it reached my brain. That’s when he pushed another finger deep inside me. Turning his hand around, he massaged my pussy with maddening patience, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking he prepared my body for his massive cock. Judging by what had happened last time, I didn’t think I needed a warm-up, but I wasn’t going to stop him either. After all, this was exactly the kind of warm-up I loved.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my eyes rolling as he pushed a third finger inside me. Flicking his wrist, he tore into my pussy hard, his hand trapped by my clothing.
“Fuck?” he repeated, that maddening grin of his returning. “That comes later.” With that, he leaned in and sucked my free nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the nub. He whipped at it with his tongue, doing it in an almost violent manner, and pleasure spread its wings inside me. It didn’t take long before my whole body trembled, my muscles turning into a gelatinous mass. From there it was only a matter of seconds until I came undone.
My pussy tightened around his fingers, forcing him to slow, and I felt the crack of a whip against my mind as I exploded. Now, more than just my pussy succumbed to spasms. My whole body seemed to shake and tremble, almost as if someone had tased me.
Moaning, I tilted my head back and stared up at the darkened sky, a billion stars sprinkled all over that dark blanket. It was the perfect scenery and, somehow, it made me feel emotional. Had anyone told me that I would be kidnapped by a brute like my Big Bad Wolf, and that he’d make me come like no one had ever done before, I’d have just laughed. To be kidnapped would be unbelievable enough, not to mention that there was no chance I’d let a hardened criminal lay his hands on me. Or so I thought. How things changed.
“That was incredible,” I m
uttered, my body trembling as he slid his fingers out from my drenched pussy. Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed him by the wrist. I brought his hand up and forced him to brush his wet fingers over my lips. My inner voice screamed at me, Have you lost your fucking mind, Scarlett? But I just ignored it. It felt good to be wild.
Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and allowed him to slip his fingers past my lips. I ran my tongue between his fingers, sucking them dry, and my heart tightened as I realized I tasted myself. I still wasn’t sure about how he did it, but there was no denying it—whenever we were together like this, I just fucking lost my mind. Something inside me snapped whenever his hands were on me, and I just chucked all decency out the window.
“You’re good with your mouth,” he whispered softly, his fingers moving in and out at a gentle rhythm.
“Oh, you have no idea,” I threw at him, rolling my lips back. His fingers popped out of my mouth with a wet sound and, before my inner voice could protest, my knees buckled under my weight. The moment they touched the deck, a wild smile dawned on my lips, the contour of his massive cock against his jeans enough to silence whatever rationality still lived inside me.
I reached for him like a wild animal, tearing his belt out as if I didn’t have more than five minutes to live. I yanked his pants down, my hands turning into desperate claws, and his boxer briefs followed shortly after. His cock sprang free, slapping me across the back of my hand, and my pupils dilated as I took in his size. I had felt how large he was before, but I had never seen his cock up close.
Slowly, I reached for it and laid my fingers on his flesh. I gripped him by the root, his cock throbbing against the palm of my hand, and started moving my fingers up and down his length. I did it with a smooth coming and going motion, one that was almost hypnotizing, and I leaned into him even before I knew that I was doing it.
My lips parted of their own accord, and I closed my eyes as my tongue escaped from between them. The moment it touched the tip of his cock, the saltiness of his pre-cum coated my tongue, and I couldn’t resist the urge to go one step further. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I allowed him inside and wrapped my lips around his hard member. I kept on going, slowly pushing my mouth down, and only stopped when I felt him pressed against the back of my throat.
