by Eva Andrews
Finishing her drink, she sensually rolled off his lap while she refilled their glasses as she watched him run scenarios in his gorgeous head.
Luke was in shock, “A direct link between Bonaparte and The Jackal? Do you know where these instructions are? What about the shipment?” He asked sitting forward while he watched her pour the gin.
Nodding Jade turned and handed him his glass and motioned for him to sit back in the chair, reclaiming her seat on his lap.
“The exchange is to be in two weeks’ time, in London, the Jackal is to personally accept the gift from Bonaparte’s remaining acting right hand man. The location will be given only hours before, a deciphered code will arrive telling the Jackal where to go.”
Pleased with the news, Luke sat back and sipped on his drink, unaffected by the busty lass on his lap, his head was spinning thinking of all the different things he needed to accomplish in such a short time. He had paid Jade well over the years for information like this, she was worth every coin he gave her.
In two weeks time he’d have to track down and spy on the most notorious traitor in all of England. He’d have to find out the concealed location and plant a trap, catching this man first hand would be the only way to secure his guilt. The timeline would be very tight with the location being announced hours before, assuming he could get his hands on the coded message and decipher it in enough time. Everything would be riding on this last exchange; it was imperative that he and his crew were ready.
Reaching into his coat pocket, he tossed a leather pouch of money on her vanity. Gently removing the buxom redhead off his lap, “Well done Jade, once again you’ve proven yourself the consummate spy my girl. I’ll keep in touch; I’ll be in town for a few more days. If you hear of anything else, please send word.”
With a pout she blew him a kiss as he exited her room.
Exiting The Irish Thistle he headed on foot towards the docks, he had several men stationed there today, and went to relieve them of their posts for the night. As he walked the short distance to the rendezvous spot, he concentrated on the list of things he and his men needed to accomplish before the war shipment arrived on the shores in a few short weeks.
His men, John and Simon had been working on a nearby ship all day under the disguise as hull repairmen, they were able to watch movement of the entire wharf without being given a second glance.
Checking his pocket watch, he was right on time. Rounding the cobbled corner street he saw his destination, O’Malley’s Pub. The damp streets of Dublin were crawling with sailors as they left their ships for the night and found various entertainments. Luke walked into the pub and saw his men sitting at the crowded bar. Joining them, he greeted them like old shipmates, buying them each a tankard; he sat down and caught up with them.
Luke had many insiders stationed all over this town, amongst many other locations over the world. He had a group of paid informants, and then he had his own personal crew from the war office, John and Simon were apart of the select few he trusted with his life. They had been with him for years, working directly under Alastair; Luke led the team for many years.
The pub was busy enough that no one was paying any attention to the three of them seated at the bar, Luke debriefed his men on his travels and his sighting of Rossdale along with the meeting he overheard tonight.
“Lady Jade also mentioned a very large shipment coming in a few weeks, it’ll be heavily guarded and bound for London, keep your ears open for any information lads.” He added.
“The Swansong is due in tomorrow evening boss, it is to dock for two days here before traveling back to London, we’ve heard that Rossdale will depart with the ship at that time,” John commented as he beckoned for another tankard to the barkeep.
“Any word on the shipment it carries?” Luke questioned
“From the way Rossdale has been fretting, it has to be something of high value. Think about it, how often does he get his hands dirty?” Simon contributed as he eyed the other gentlemen, daring them to deny it.
“It is possible that he feels the pressure around him and is overseeing everything personally, or maybe it is something of priceless value. The only way we’ll know is to see what it is ourselves.” The gentlemen quickly agreed with Luke and finished their drinks.
They all went through their assignments for the next few days, each man knowing their task and agreeing on the next rendezvous spot for tomorrow night. The men shook hands and all departed the pub.
Leaving the pub John and Simon were off to their beds for slumber, while Luke reassumed their post at the wharf to keep a look out. Luke mentally settled in for a long night of inactivity.
Little did Luke know the night would be nothing but.
Genevieve awoke to the sound of a key fumbling at her door; nervously she pulled the sheets back and silently walked to the door. Whispering quietly she called out, “Luke?” against the door.
“Vieve, it’s me, please open the door.” He sounded worried, the tone of his voice made her throw the latch quickly and swing the door wide. Leaning against the doorframe with one shoulder, he had the room key in his hand while his other hand covered a gaping wound on his right shoulder.
Unable to see much due to darkness, Vieve didn’t understand what was going on, “What happened Luke?” Closing the door behind him she watched him walk over to the couch before the fire and flop down.
“Lock the door Vieve, and light the candles love,” Luke requested gently.
Locking the door quickly, she lit the candles by the bed and the dresser and joined him by the couch.
“What happened?” She asked again, this time with a little more force. Walking in front of him she knelt down removed his hand from his shoulder. Seeing the damage had her sucking her breath in and peeling off his shirt in seconds “You better start talking Luke!” He was wounded and bleeding, profusely.
“I was seen at the docks, three men jumped me while I was at my post. I was able to fend them off and escape with only this wound, the last man standing was able to stab me before I broke his neck.”
Standing up, she eyed him as she tossed his shirt in the fire. Walking over to the dresser she poured a pitcher of water and grabbed a cloth and stomped back over to him. Her mind was racing, seeing him injured worried her greatly, but the danger of his missions worried her more. Over the years she knew him, she never knew he was a spy for their country, she never knew he was in such danger. Seeing the bloody wound now there was no doubt that her man was surrounded with danger.
Kneeling back down she threw the cloth in the water and scowled at him while she rung it out, “Just lovely, does this happen often?” Asking with a slight attitude she reached up and patted the wound gently as she cleaned it and applied pressure to stop the bleeding.
“No, it is a rare day when someone gets the drop on me love. I’m normally quite good at my job.” He admitted gruffly. Cupping her jaw he tilted her face up to meet his, “I would have thought my fair Genevieve would be crying and possibly on the verge of an attack finding me stabbed and bleeding, yet I find you irritated that I’m wounded, and caring for me like a veteran nurse, curious.” He murmured softly as he looked into her eyes.
Narrowing her eyes, she slapped at his hand and stood up, “Poor Genevieve, always a mess, never trusted under pressure, always a liability,” crossing her arms she walked over to the bed and threw back the covers, “I am not weak Luke, I am strong, I can care for you. I can tend your wounds; I can be your equal. Don’t you dare treat me like I’m a porcelain doll!” She damn near screamed the last two words. Beyond frustrated she was raging with anger at his words. He expected her to be a mess, to not be able to handle things, which infuriated her more than anything. “You can close your wound your damn self, I’m going to sleep!”
Luke sat back and watch his sweet Genevieve alight with passion and fire, God she was amazing. Standing up he crossed the room with their eyes locked upon each other, both completely ignoring his bleeding stab wound.
/> Genevieve’s chest was heaving with anger as he walked directly up to her and without stopping backed her into a wall and lifted her up, licking her neck he stood between her parted legs and ran his hands up her bare thighs, “You are my equal kitten,” ripping her nightgown off her in one smooth jerk, he heard her gasp against his mouth as their naked chests touched.
Picking her up he threw her over his good shoulder, hearing her delightful giggle made him smile. He wasn’t lying, for she was his equal. She was fire and ice, soft and hard, sensitive and astute, she was his everything. No other females could turn his eye, no other perfume pulled at his soul; no other laugh touched his soul like hers.
Grabbing their blanket off the bed he carried her over to the fireplace and threw down the blanket, laying her gently down before the fire he kissed his way from her toes to her hips as she squirmed under his playful kisses. His wound forgotten, his only thoughts were on his beautiful lover underneath of him.
“Genevieve?” He whispered kissing her inner thigh as he knelt above her.
“Hmmmmm?” Playfully answering as she looked up at him as she ran her hands up his shoulders and neck and curled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer.
“Will you marry me?” Smiling as the words came out, he needed the bond, and he needed her answer. He couldn’t wait; he wanted this woman bound to him for all eternity. He knew he could have staged a beautiful show for her, but in his heart he knew she didn’t really care about such things. The words were enough for her.
Propping herself up on an elbow she cocked a brow at him as he came closer, kissing her senseless he claimed her mouth with a hungry kiss not allowing her to have a moment to think.
Thrusting his hands into her beautiful mass of curls he tilted her head back and searched her eyes, “You are my equal Vieve, I want you to be my wife, my lover, the mother of my children. I want you by my side for the rest of my days. Please say yes Vieve, I need you. I love you with every bit of my soul, all that I am, is yours.”
“Yes. Yes Luke, there is nothing more in this world I want more than that.” She whispered softly against his lips as her hands dipped down to his pants. The moment her answer was given he felt such a rush of relief, a wave of anticipation and pride fell over him as he looked at his future wife.
Her lithe hands made quick work of his pants, pushing them down over his ass; she wrapped a leg around his and quickly flipped him over with one smooth motion.
Slightly shocked at her maneuver he asked, “How in the world did you learn that?” Taking in the sight of her straddling his hips, fully naked with her ebony hair floating around her like a goddess he was in absolute awe of her.
“I’m a quick learner Luke.” She teased as she leaned down and kissed his chest.
The past few days had been a revelation for Luke, Genevieve had genuinely shocked him. First, stealing onto his ship without getting caught. Her calm manner when he showed up stabbed and bleeding, and the glow she carried about her after he told her he loved her. It hadn’t gone without notice, Genevieve was radiant.
Luke lifted her hips up and slowly impaled her with the velvet tip of his hard cock, bobbing her up and down. Holding her from sinking all the way down, he teased her with little thrusts.
Straddling Luke she threw her head back as he brought her anticipation to new heights, “Luke please, I need more.” She begged.
Flexing his fingers into her hips he brought her down once on his hard cock and right back up, keeping just the tip inside.
“Tell me what I want to hear, say it.” He requested, once again thrusting into her once more only to pull her back up. Her hands locked on his forearms, she tried bringing down her greedy hips onto him only to have him prevent her from sheathing him.
“Ah ah ah Genevieve, say it.” He crooned, winking at her.
A predatory smile came upon her lips as she threw her head to the side transferring all of her hair over to her right, leaning down she slowly caressed her breasts against his hard chest. Kissing his shoulder she took her time as she worked her way up to his ear. He wasn’t the only one who could tease.
Feeling his hand run across her ass cheeks she licked his ear and whispered, “I love you Luke, you are my protector and lover. You ease my soul and set fire to my blood. I cannot wait to become your wife.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when she felt the satisfaction of him squeezing her ass and burying himself to the hilt. “You are mine already Vieve, forever!” Reaching up he wrapped hand into her curls and brought her face down, desperately kissing her into oblivion and she rode him into the night.
Reaching down he cupped her ass and rolled over gently before the fire, wrapping her legs around his waist he slowed down the pace as she savored every movement.
Her back arched off the floor as Luke made slow passionate love to her, she could feel herself coming undone, soaking in the glory of a woman in love. Watching her lover above her, she slid her fingers into his silky dark locks as he pumped into her hot core over and over, each thrust putting her over the edge. He was so large, so hard he filled her completely. He was a sight to behold, so handsome, so strong and all hers. Tossing her head, she whimpered his name as she came undone upon his hard shaft.
Hearing her moans he watched her implode in glorious ecstasy, he had never seen anything more beautiful than the woman in his arms. Following her into oblivion he let the reins go and joined her as her tight core pulsed on his cock milking him dry. Genevieve might have been new to sex, but she did not lack in any area, she was a natural. He had never felt so sated or complete in all his life as he filled her womb with his seed, something he never did with any other women in all his life.
Collapsing beside her he cradled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. They lay beside the glowing fire wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time before Luke moved. With the hour late, he knew the both of them needed rest.
Scooping Genevieve off the floor, he walked over to their bed.
Swatting at him, “Luke, your shoulder! Don’t pick me up!”
Chuckling he set her down in their bed, “I’ll survive Vieve, scoot over, I’d like to sleep next to my future wife.”
Sliding in next to her he gathered her in his arms and tossed the covers over their naked bodies and settled in for a few hours of sleep. The sun was due up in a few short hours and he was mentally and physically exhausted. Smiling as he nestled against his soft fiancée.
Chapter 11
Walking hand in hand, Luke took Genevieve on a walk of Dublin after lunch. The sun had appeared for a short time and he wanted her to see some of the city. Typically mornings were his time off while on missions, most of his work was only done at night. Taking advantage of the free time, he wanted to show her a new city.
This morning Genevieve saw to his wound, neither thought it would require stitching, so she cleaned it and placed a fresh bandage on it before they left the inn.
He took her to a section of the town lined with little shops and bakeries. It was and area less frequented by transient people who frequented the docks, or Rossdale’s men. The city was alive with activity as they walked on the cobbled streets amid the mass of people. The temporary sunshine brought everyone out of hiding and put smiles on their faces.
Luke had a specific purpose for taking her out today, he intended on buying an engagement ring for her. He knew a jeweler in the area that had immaculate quality jewelry and headed in that direction. He purposely omitted the fact they were on their way to buy her wedding ring. Luke wanted to surprise her; he noticed she wore very few rings or jewelry when in public. Yes, she did wear excellent jewels when they were out at balls, jewels that belonged to her family. He knew her family had a vast collection of jewels; but he was excited to give her something just from him. When they returned to London, he wanted the entire world to know she was taken, his fiancée…off the market.
Dressed in an emerald green walking gown, her hair pulled up in a beautiful arraignment,
she marveled at the city as they walked along the storefronts.
Swinging her hand up to his lips, Luke kissed her bare knuckles, “You look breathtaking my love, green suits you perfectly.”
There was something about Luke’s compliments that always made her blush, he knew what to say, and how to say it. He made her feel like the most cherished woman in all Christendom. Even his look could make her wet, there was something about this man’s smolder that make her weak, she wondered if he’d always effect her for the rest of their lives? She hoped so, she adored feeling worshipped, but she needed to work on keeping her emotions in check in public. Surely it wasn’t becoming to want to rip your fiancé’s clothing off in broad daylight?
Looking up to her fiancé she blew him a kiss with her other hand, “Thank you, now will you please tell me what we are doing? You’ve had a mischievous smile on your face since we left the inn!” Poking him in the side gently, she was excited to see what made him so happy.
“Ah, here we are. I have a desire to place a ring on your finger today madam, I want all of the world to know and clearly understand, that you, my green-eyed witch, are off the market.” Squeezing her hand he escorted her into the beautiful jewelry store.
“Good afternoon my Lord, so pleased to receive your note this morning! This must be your darling wife, how unfortunate you lost your ring my dear. Come, let’s see if we can find you something to replace it, no?” The Irish jeweler smiled at her and bid them over to a large case of priceless rings across the store.
Smiling back at the shop owner she heard Luke whisper into her ear, “Play along my dear, we are married and you lost your ring on the ship,” entwining his fingers with hers they followed the shopkeeper.
Genevieve immediately understood, they were traveling under the disguised of a married couple. Even here, if people knew she was traveling with a man without an escort they would be scolded.
