“When I said get the others ready, I meant for you to put on a bra.” Pan looked down. In the haze of everything, she had forgotten her bra. Pan glared at Emilio.
“Yeah, little busy.” She slid her arms through the sleeves and zipped it up.
Emilio leaned in and captured her in a tender kiss.
“I know,” he said when he pulled away. “I just don’t like them staring at what’s mine.”
A shiver slipped through her at his comment.
“Are you finished?” she asked as he slipped on his helmet and handed her one.
“For now.” Something must have been happening, but he was being tight lipped.
At this point, Pan didn’t really care. Whatever was going on could wait until they had both gotten some sleep.
Emilio climbed onto the bike and Pan followed, slipping her arms around him. Scratch that. She could go anywhere as long as she had the rumble of a bike between her legs and his warm body pressed against her.
***
Pan slipped out of the jacket once they were at the hotel. It was about the last place they would think to look for them. The four-star accommodation weren’t really something either of them were used to and would likely be a good cover.
Stretching, Pan groaned at the strain. The long day had taken a toll on her muscles. With Emilio in the bathroom, she stripped her pants off and snuggled into the warm covers. A few minutes later, she felt the bed dip as he climbed in next to her.
She listened to the sounds around them. Everyone in the hotel was waking up. She heard the clatter of people going about their business. It just seemed so strange the things would be so normal when everything in her world had changed in just a day’s time. She sighed and rolled over on her side.
A warm hand found its way to her belly, and she squeaked slightly when she was pulled back against a warm bare chest.
“Just sleep,” Emilio rumbled in her ear.
A fuzzy feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach at the intimacy of the embrace.
Her heart slowly returned to normal, and the gentle breathing in her ear lulled her to sleep.
Pan’s eyes shot open with a start. Groggy and confused, she slowly let the day before sink in. Sometime in their sleep, they had changed positions. She lay partially sprawled on Emilio. He leg hitched over his thigh, breasts mashed to his side and cheek resting just over his heart. He held her snug to him with the arm draped over her shoulder and along her body.
Something twitched near her knee, and she knew without a doubt what that was. When she tried to slide her leg down a bit, his other arm came out and stilled the movement. Pan leaned back and looked into his hooded eyes.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Hi,” his voice gruff from sleep.
Emilio traced lazily along her leg, enjoying the silky feel. Hell, it was a full body sensory feel with her breasts gently poking his side. He knew she felt him tenting the sheet and did little to hide the effect she had on him.
Pan placed a timid hand on his chest and traced the muscles she found there. She loved how they shifted as the moved along. Slowly she made the trip south, never fully letting on her intent. There was no way she was leaving this bed without feeling him at least once. She reasoned it was only fair considering that he’d already sampled her goods.
She felt his hand still when she reached the line of his boxer briefs. The head of his cock strained the elastic, begging to be set free. Without missing a beat, she slipped her hand past the band and met with smooth hard skin. As she palmed him in her hand she nearly choked. She’s felt him though his pants, but this was so not the same. He was big. Bigger than she’s ever had.
The thought of him being inside her made her pussy clench with need. She ran a finger over the head and heard him take in a shuddering breath.
“Pan,” he said on a sigh.
Pan traced the length of him under the confines of the fabric. After gripping him at the base, she made long, sure strokes up to the head and then back down. Pan turned her head and place feather kisses on his chest. When she came to his nipple, she swiped the tip of her tongue across it, causing Emilio to groan.
She gently let go of him and pulled her hand out.
“These have got to go.” She traced a line along the band of his underwear.
Without missing a beat, Emilio reached down and yanked them off in one fluid motion. Pan sat up and grinned at him.
“In a hurry?”
She climbed over him and straddled his stomach without touch the place he wanted her the most.
“You have no idea.” Emilio reached up and whipped her tank over her head.
He beautiful breast bounced nicely with the action. Starting at her hips, her worked his fingers over the skin until he was covering her lush mounds. He weighed them in his hands, enjoying the feel, then rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As she arched back, a hand slid around her and lowered them to his wanting mouth.
Emilio pushed the breasts together. He sucked and bit the hard buds. He sucked her peak into his mouth and quickly flicked the nipple rapidly, making it hit the roof of his mouth. He pulled back and with a loud pop, let go.
Pan lifted her lower half as he continued his ministrations on her other breast. She reached between them and shoved her thong to the side and ran her wet pussy up and down the length of his cock.
Emilio let go of her breast and arched his body up as she continued to slide over him. She would reach the head and let the slippery knob work her clit as she ground into him. Pan sat up, fully into the sensation of slipping him through her lips. She raked her nails down his chest and found purchase gripping his arms as she rode him with all she had.
Without warning, she found herself being flown through the air and slammed into the mattress. Emilio’s hard body pressing into her. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt him tug on her panties and ripping as the tore them off.
“Did you seriously just rip my panties?” As much as she wanted to be mad, it was about the hottest thing anyone had ever done.
“I’ll buy you more,” he grumbled from her neck.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” he said as his head gently prodded at her folds.
“Maybe,” Pan said breathlessly. “Please tell me you’re clean.”
“Always wore a condom.” He rested his forehead against hers. “But not with you. I want everything with you. No barriers. Just us.”
Pan stared at him in awe. This man that had done nothing buy push her away, wanted nothing between them. Wanted her and only her.
She swallowed at the impact and nodded.
Emilio surged into her. Unable from being gentle at this point. He fell into her depths until he snug all the way to the root of his dick. He stilled once inside and allowed her the chance to adjust to the invasion. All around him he could feel her muscles contracting to make room.
He was big. Pan had thought it before, but now the reality was inside her, and he was more than big. He was nearly painfully big. The only thing keeping the pain at bay was that the head of his cock rubbed continually against that lovely g-spot so deep inside. Testing out the girth of him, Pan wiggled her body up and down.
“Ready?” Emilio groaned.
“Not yet,” she said and again wiggled up and down.
Emilio groaned even louder. She felt him swell inside her. The sensation was almost overwhelming.
“Baby, if I don’t move soon, the show is going to be over.” He reached rubbed a finger over her clit. The muscles inside fluttered.
Pan pulled back from him, slipped his cock out until just the head was left. She swirled her hip a few times with just the tip in and Emilio was sure he would lose his mind. Her legs snapped around his back, slamming him into her.
Both moaned as he bottomed out in her.
Emilio came up on his knees, lifting her hips off the bed so he could hold her as he fucked her. He hammered into her without mercy, pushing himself firming again he
r g-spot. The sound of slapping skin and grunting filled the air.
Pushing in a few more times, Emilio felt the fluttering of her muscles working at a faster pace and knew she wouldn’t be long. As it was, he had been holding off on his own release, waiting for that moment she tumbled over.
Pan felt like her whole body was on fire. Whatever he was doing to her was magic. Just before her orgasm took her over, Pan stared at the bronze god above her, black hair jumping over his blazing eyes, muscles rippling with each thrust. Watching him power into her, Pan let go and felt the rush of a fantastic orgasm.
As her muscles clamped down, Emilio thrust in two more times and shot his seed deep inside her, shaking from the force of his release.
He sighed when he felt himself finally shrink back to normal and rolled off of her. Draping an arm over her, he pulled her snug against him as they drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Nine
The shrill sound of the cell made Emilio jump. He grabbed if off the bedside table and looked at the face. Nic’s name flashed before him. He climbed out of bed as stealthily as he could and went into the sitting area.
“What’s going on?” he asked in hushed tones through the receiver.
“Well, well. If it isn’t Emilio Diaz.” Emilio stilled at the menacing voice of Max.
“Where the fuck is Nic?” Emilio walked into the bedroom, grabbed his clothes and went back to the sitting room to put them on.
“Well that depends on you.” Max laughed over the line. The dead sound of it sent a chill down his spine. “See, thanks to your little bitch, I’m out quite a bit of money.”
Emilio peeked through the door. Pan lay sleeping peacefully on the bed.
“What am I supposed to do about that?” Emilio stilled his shaking hand. He had to play this cool. Max wasn’t a guy to fuck with.
“Don’t get smart with me, you little prick. I’m out twenty grand thanks to your worthless father and ten for the whore.” He could hear Max take in a draw from his cigarette, likely to calm his own nerves. Being in debt that much meant he owed. And if owing Max was bad, Emilio could only guess the kind of people Max would owe.
“See, I’ve been thinking,” Max continued. “I’ve got all these debts and no collateral. So maybe I just take Nic here as collateral. That is, unless you’ve got the cash I want.”
Emilio stilled. There was no way. He could come up with some, but there was no way.
“I’ve got fifteen.”
“No good enough!” Max shouted into the phone. The sound of things being thrown around made Emilio worry for his brother’s safety.
“I’ve got fifteen and my bike. You know it’s worth more than the debt.” Emilio waited, his heart lodged firmly in his throat.
“Deal. Meet me at the warehouse, and don’t try anything funny.”
“Let me talk to Nic.”
“Fine.”
Emilio could hear rustling through the phone.
“Emilio?” Nic scared voice came on the line.
“I’m here, bud.” Emilio swallowed the emotions threatening to bubble up.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I just wanted to help. Thought I could talk to them. Listen,” Nic got closer to the phone, “They want money. Get in the safe. Combination four, two, one.”
Emilio furrowed his brow. They didn’t have a safe.
The sound of Max’s laughter grated Emilio’s last nerve.
“Bring me the money and bike soon. I don’t like waiting.” The phone went dead.
Emilio sprang into action. In seconds, he was dressed and quickly lacing his boots.
“What’s going on?” Pan padded into the sitting room, sheet wrapped firmly around her.
“They have Nic.” Emilio stood and yanked open the drawer nearest him. Inside lay the guns his father left. He tucked them into the back of his pants and covered it with his shirt.
“I’ll be dressed in just a sec.” Pan raced from the room but stopped when Emilio grabbed her hand.
“You stay here.” He fixed her with a firm look. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I can be your backup.” Pan pulled harder, struggling to maneuver out of his grip.
“No!” he shouted. “No. You can’t be there. I just couldn’t take it. It’s bad enough they have Nic, and I don’t know what they might do.”
“That’s why you need me,” she pleaded. Her heart wrenched at the thought of him in so much danger.
Emilio pulled her to him and kissed her. Hard. Like he was trying to fill all his emotions in just one kiss. He pulled away and placed his forehead to hers.
“I do need you,” he said hoarsely. “That’s why you can’t go. The thought of losing you kills me. I just can’t think about it. I need you here.”
Both hands cupped her cheeks for one last tender kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered and then rushed out the door.
***
“Thanks for calling me, Pan,” Connor said. He paced the length of the sitting room taking in everything that she’d said. Maria and her mother stayed behind in case Nic happened to get away. It was a long shot but better than worrying about what was going on.
“He just took off. Said something about trading his bike over the phone. My guess is that asshat Max is in deep and needs cash.” Pan picked at her nails.
The detective had raced over the minute Pan had called. She watched as he made several calls. There was something going on tonight, and Max was in too deep to get out on his own. Worry ate at her over Nic. He had already been through so much. She only hoped they wouldn’t hurt him to force Emilio to make a trade.
Emilio.
Pan clinched her fist. You just don’t say you love someone and then take off, never knowing if they’ll see you alive again. If Max didn’t take him out, she just might.
“Right. Thanks, Chuck.” Connor hung up the phone and turned to her. “So it looks like we were right about some kind of drop tonight. Likely Max is supposed to pay and just doesn’t have the money for it. Him shaking down Emilio only shows how desperate he is.”
“So what does that mean?” Pan stood, ready to take action.
“It means,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulder, trying to steer her back to the couch, “It means that I’m going to get over to the warehouse. Some of the guys will meet me there are soon as they can.”
“What should I do?” Pan moved away from the couch.
“You should wait here in case he comes back.” He patted her hand.
Pan ripped it away and poked him in his oversized chest.
“Listen here, bub. I’ve been ditched once tonight. After a long day of being chased, shot at, amazing sex and a love confession.” Pan stepped forward and puffed up until she was about as intimidating as she could get. “If you think you’re leaving me behind. Think. Again.”
“We don’t have time for this shit.” Connor rubbed his forehead.
Pan held firm. She was sick and tired of these dumbasses telling her what she should do.
“Fine,” Connor said. “But you just make sure he knows I had no choice.”
Pan was pretty certain she heard him mutter something about crazy bitches but let it go. They had some ass to go kick.
***
Emilio pulled up at the warehouse. He couldn’t really figure out what Nic meant about the safe combination until he made his way up to the building. Four goons waited for him at the gate and waved him through. That meant two at the door and one inside with Nic. This was doable.
The cold steel of the guns pressed into his back. He hoped he wouldn’t need to use them but knew Max wasn’t going to let this go. For one, they had to get out of there on foot since he was trading his bike.
He climbed off the bike and walked to the doors.
“Light load there. Hope you don’t piss the boss off,” goon number one said and laughed.
“Quit fucking around. Boss wants to see him ASAP,” goon number two said.
They led him inside the dark warehouse.
One behind and one in front. Like he was going to take off at this point. Machines sat empty, cobwebs collecting in the corners. A thick layer of dust and grim covered everything.
After traveling down a series of rows, they came to the back of the building.
“Ah, Emilio. So good of you to drop by.” Max grinned at him from behind a desk. Nic sat to his side with tape over his mouth.
“Cut the crap, and let’s get to it.” Emilio stopped in front of the desk and tried to make himself seem as large as possible.
“So where’s my money?” Max glared at him. “You know I don’t like games.”
“No game. Just a little assurance.”
Max stood and slammed his hands on the table.
“I don’t have time for this. Now where’s the God-damned money?” Little flecks of spit came out.
Emilio tossed the keys to the bike on the table.
“I tell you when Nic and I are safe outside the gate. Not until then.” Emilio crossed his arms across his chest.
“Well it looks like we’ve got ourselves a problem.”
***
“Now don’t get out of this car. The rest of the team will be here soon, and we’ll handle it.” Connor said as he stooped to the passenger’s side window.
He’d parked the car just down the road. They had a clear view of the gate and from what Pan could see, there were only four men out front.
“So what are you going to do?”
This just did not sound like the plan she envisioned.
“I’m going to sneak in and see what’s going on.”
Three shots rang out in the night. Both froze.
“Fuck this shit.” Pan slid over in the driver’s seat and revved the engine. “Get in, or I’m leaving your ass.”
Pan shifted into gear just as Connor flung himself into the car.
“This is not the right way to go about this,” Connor shouted over the squeal of the wheels.
“That’s my man in there. For all I know he could be bleeding out.” Pan screeched around the corner. “Hold on!”
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