by Harley Stone
"Agreed." Bones propped open the door and looked up and down the hall.
Seconds later, Markie came in dressed up like every man's wet dream, her tits stretching the fabric of her blouse while her skirt promised easy access and I couldn't wait to get those boots around my fucking neck.
"Is this okay?" she asked, gesturing at her outfit.
She looked so self-conscious and sweet, I grabbed her hands and pulled her into me and breathed her in. She smelled so damn good it took everything in me not to carry her back to my room and forget dinner.
"Yes," I whispered against her neck. "You look fucking amazing."
She trembled.
I draped my left arm over her shoulder, my right hand dropping to the pistol in my pocket, and we headed out to eat.
We ate at a Mexican restaurant, and then danced to mariachi music for hours. Bones sat at the booth watching us while he sipped water and soda as he monitored my phone, waiting for a message from the manger. When he tapped my phone on the table and nodded to me, I knew he had something, so the next time Markie went to the restroom, I headed back to the booth.
"What do you got?" I asked.
He handed me the phone and I played the video. The bastard wore a hoodie and kept his head down, like he knew the cameras were there. He knocked and moved to the side of the peephole. Nobody answered, so he set the flowers by the door, and then split. The whole thing took less than a minute.
"He knows what he's doing," Bones observed. "You gonna show it to Markie? See if she recognizes him?"
"By his build? No, she won't be able to identify anyone from this. And what if it's someone fuckin' with me? I can't bring her in on this. We're just gonna have to keep her close until we head home."
"What if she's not innocent?" Bones asked. "What if she's in on this... whatever it is? What if she's playin' you?"
I glared at him, not liking where his line of questioning was going.
"Don't look at me like that. You know I gotta consider all the fuckin' options, Angel. Her parents were cops, don't forget."
I hadn't forgotten, and I knew Bones was just doing his job, but I still hated it. If Markie was dirty, it was going to seriously fuck with me.
***
When Markie returned from the restroom, we headed back to the hotel. The sun had gone down, and a cool breeze had picked up. I parked in the garage and came around to Markie's side, opening the door for her.
"You owe me a walk on the beach," she reminded me as she jumped down, her skirt flaring slightly around her thighs.
Bones speared me with a look. He didn't like the idea of me being out in the open when something was going on, but there was no help for it.
"All right, let's go," I said.
"I gotta go change into my swimsuit first."
Bones stared at her. "The water's freezing. You can't swim in that icy shit."
She squared her shoulders. "I've never been to the ocean, Bones. Don't think for one minute I'm not gonna swim in it while I'm here. Besides, I'm sure the lakes back home are way colder."
We followed her to the room and I slipped into mine to grab my jacket while she changed. Markie emerged moments later wearing a shirt that barely covered her ass, a jacket, and flip flops. Her legs were toned and tanned, and I couldn't stop watching her out of the corner of my eye as we headed for the beach.
Bones kept his hands in his pockets, and I knew it had nothing to do with the cold. His head was on a swivel and he was ready to draw the instant he saw anything.
The second our feet hit the sand, Markie paused. "It's so gorgeous. Race you to the water," she said, beaming me a smile.
The girl was crazy. Chuckling, I shook my head.
She ripped off her jacket, flung the shirt over her head, and sprinted to the water. I stared after her in shock, partially because of what she was about to do, and partially because of the bikini she was wearing and the way her round ass moved when she ran.
"Holy shit," I said, running a hand down my face. "Fuckin' perfection right there."
Her feet hit the water and she let out a loud whoop, turning to smile at us.
"It's only a little cold!" she shouted. "Come on!"
Yeah right. Shaking my head, I waved for her to go on without us.
She took a few more steps into the water, then her arms flew over her head and she dove right in.
"As perfect as crazy can get," Bones said. "I don't like this, Angel. We're too exposed. Any mother-fucker could pop us from a dozen different spots."
Nodding, I kept one eye on Markie and the other eye scanning the area.
Markie swam for maybe ten minutes before emerging from the water, hair plastered to her body, water dripping from her luscious curves as she rubbed her arms for warmth and ran toward us. Her fine tits were bouncing, and my retinas felt like they were about to catch fire from staring so hard. Before she reached us, I remembered my manners and grabbed her shirt and jacket, shaking the sand off them. I held them out to her, and she put them on.
Still, her lips were turning blue.
"Come here," I said, opening my arms.
She shook her head. "I don't want to ruin your suit."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me, tucking my suit and jacket around her. It felt like being next to a goddamn ice cube.
We hurried into the hotel and Markie tried to pull away from me to head into her room, but I wasn't about to let her out of my sight.
"Let's go get you warmed up," I said, holding her close as Bones opened our room and slipped inside.
After Bones cleared the room, we went in and I turned on the fireplace, got her a towel for her hair, and poured me and Markie each a glass of wine while she took off her wet shirt and jacket and slipped into my bathrobe. Bones went into his room and Markie sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Carrying our glasses of wine over, I sat beside her and pulled her against me. She let me hold her as we sipped wine and talked until she warmed up.
Her body felt so right against mine. I brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck. Her breathing quickened, and she relaxed against me. Holding her, I listened to stories about the crazy shit she'd done with the children in Africa. Markie ziplined on some raggedy old rope, went for walks in the bush where the wild animals were, and often had to hide herself and the children from Boko Haram soldiers. With each story she told, my respect for her increased.
"I should probably get some sleep," she said stretching as she stood.
The bathrobe pulled apart far enough for me to get an eyeful of cleavage. Damn she had great tits. Just the brief glimpse of them instantly made me hard.
"Here, I'll walk you to your room," I said, standing.
I tapped on Bones's door and let him know we were going next door.
"Hold up," he said. Opening his door in sweats and a T-shirt, he held out his hand. "Give me your room key and I'll check it out first."
She looked from me to Bones. "Is that really necessary?"
I shrugged. "It helps him sleep at night if he knows everyone's safe."
She handed over her keycard and Bones walked out the door.
Holding her hand, I led her into the hallway, where we waited for Bones. A few minutes later, the door opened, and he stepped out.
"All clear. I'm gonna open the door between our rooms," he said, handing her back her key. "You need anything, you know where to find us."
"Thanks," she replied, looking confused.
Bones nodded and headed back into our room. No doubt my friend would be watching through the peep hole to make sure I was okay.
"Is something going on?" Markie asked. "Bones seems like he's on edge."
"He's always like that when we travel." It wasn't a complete lie. Bones did tend to stress and hover even more than normal whenever we were away from Vegas.
Nodding, she leaned against the door, resting her hand on the handle. "Thanks for dinner, dancing, everything. It was nice." Her eyes drifted to my lips. "Really nice."
&n
bsp; Placing my hands on the door, on either side of her face, I leaned in. Our lips brushed. Hers were soft, warm, and welcoming, I couldn't get enough of them. I moved closer and deepened the kiss. Markie opened her mouth to me. I'd never been much into kissing--it had always seemed like unnecessary foreplay--but with Markie, it was different. I enjoyed it. I could do it all day. She tasted like sweet wine and smelled like a tropical paradise. Her hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me against her. Surprised to see her so aggressive, I stepped up my game. My hand went to the back of her neck and held her steady.
Suddenly her body bucked forward, shoving me away. Cheeks pink and lips swollen, a combination of desire, fear, and regret spinning in her bright blue eyes, her hand flashed the keycard in front of the lock and it clicked open.
She pushed open the door and leaped backwards, over the threshold of the room.
Damn. She was going to ice me out again. "Wait."
She took another step back and lowered her head.
"Sorry, Angel, I can't," she whispered, her voice husky.
"Why not?" I asked.
Before I could answer, she closed the door.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Markie
ANGEL SET MY entire body on fire. Ripping off the borrowed bathrobe and tossing it aside, I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath. Never in my life had I wanted anything as much as I wanted him.
But that couldn't happen.
Still, it physically hurt me to shut Angel down, especially since I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Maybe even more. His dark eyes had pooled with lust, and his lips... and oh my god, that tongue! Just imagining the things he could do with it spiked my body temperature and made my sex ache.
I'd only ever been with one guy. Derek had been my high school sweetheart and I thought we'd get married and grow old together. Even though I'd loved him at the time, sex had always been awkward and clumsy. I hadn't missed it at all since we broke up and I flew to Africa.
But my body had never reacted this way to Derek.
I had a feeling Angel could play me like a fiddle, and oh how I needed him to pluck my strings. I closed my eyes and imagined Angel's lips and hands roaming over my body. Would he be gentle? Rough? I was burning to find out.
He'd wanted more, and I shut the door on him. What if he was still out there in the hall, his body about to combust as well? Why was I torturing us like this? Wouldn't it be a kindness to douse these flames together?
My resolve melted, and I grabbed the door handle.
What if he's not out there?
Then it's a sign that it's not meant to be. I will not knock on his door.
Holding my breath, I turned the knob and cracked open the door.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?" his voice sounded husky. Sexy. It brought me to my knees. No turning back now.
"Wanna come in?"
The door pushed the rest of the way open and Angel stalked in, his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. Eyes dark, dilated, and dangerous, he closed the door behind him as his gaze drifted up and down my body.
He was too far away. Gesturing him closer, I pushed off the wall, lunging forward. We met in the middle. Mouths mashed together, my hands frantically tugged at his clothes. I needed to feel him inside me before I came to my senses and changed my mind.
His jacket fell, then his shirt and tie. I tugged his belt opened and he reached to his side, sliding a Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol from its holster and setting it on the nightstand. I recognized the gun from my training, and the fact he was packing that kind of heat only made him hotter. I unbuttoned his slacks and slid them down. He stepped out, kicking them aside. Eyeing the massive bulge pressing against his boxer briefs, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged them down before leaning back and taking in an eyeful of Angel in all his naked glory. Broad shoulders, well-defined body, and a face I could stare at forever. The man was gorgeous.
Our bodies mashed together again, and this time Angel's hands went to work. He undid the strap of my bikini top and tugged my bottoms down. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me upward. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we continued kissing as he backed me against the wall.
Trapped with Angel's hard chest pressed against me, I continued to explore his mouth while my hand slipped between my legs to stroke his length. He moaned as he kneaded my breasts, and then he began to pull and pinch at my nipples. It was torture, and I wanted more.
"Condom?"
"Not yet," he replied.
One of his hands traveled down my stomach then cupped my sex. Rubbing my folds, he pressed me harder against the wall as his kisses grew greedier and more demanding.
Everything he did just continued to stoke the fire within me. I arched my back and pressed myself against his fingers.
He broke off the kiss. "You're so fuckin' wet," he breathed against my neck. "I could play with this pussy all day."
No. I didn't want to just play. I wanted everything. I started to object, but he plunged two fingers inside me. Surprised, I cried out. They wiggled and twisted, coming close to the spot I needed them to hit. Squeezing them inside me, I began to rock my hips against him.
Still fingering me, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He nipped at it while pressing against my g-spot and my burning body combusted.
"Ohmigod!" I shouted as the orgasm rocked through my body.
Angel held me on his fingers until I finished, then withdrew and secured my legs back around his waist. Carrying me, he bent and picked up his pants along the way, plucking the wallet from his pocket before tossing them back to the floor.
My ears were ringing.
He set me gently on the bed before brushing more kisses over my body. Collarbone, breasts, stomach, inner thigh, he paid homage to each like they were holy before settling his face between my legs. The first stroke of his tongue rejuvenated my body and rekindled the fire within. He lapped up my wetness while his thumb circled my clit. Overstimulated and loving every second of it, I lie back and let him bring me to another orgasm.
Only after I released the second time, did Angel pull out a condom from his wallet. Still horny, I watched as he put it on and slid it over his massive cock. He kissed me again, and this time I could taste myself on his lips. It turned me on even more. Lining himself up at my entrance, he thrust deep inside of me.
My body stretched around him, and he filled every single inch of me.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You feel so fuckin' perfect."
I was thinking the same exact thing.
He slowly pulled out and then thrust even deeper. Again. And again. He began building momentum. I wanted more. My body was all tingly, and I needed him to be rougher so I could feel it.
"You okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "More. Faster. Don't hold back."
He smirked, and then stilled long enough to kiss me again. "How flexible are you?"
Smiling back, I said, "You should find out."
He scooped my legs up and set them on his shoulders before burying himself inside of me again. Oh my god. He was so deep! Biting my lip to keep myself from saying something stupid, I crossed my ankles behind his neck.
Angel kissed my calves, watching me as he fucked me. On the brink of coming yet again, I threw my head back and closed my eyes. No doubt sensing I was close, he sped up. Grabbing his arms for something to hold on to, I gladly took every thrust, letting it build my climax. He pounded into me until we both toppled over the edge.
After we finished, he got rid of the condom and crawled into bed beside me. I knew I should object--knew I shouldn't let him get too close--but I loved the feel of his arms around me. Lying my head on his chest, I let the sound of his beating heart lull me to sleep.
***
The next morning, I awoke, still in Angel's arms. He watched me as he traced circles over my shoulder with the tips of his fingers. It tickled, but not enough to make me want to move and interrupt him.
"
How'd you sleep?" he asked, his voice doing that husky, sexy thing again.
"Really well, thanks."
"How do you feel?"
I stretched, checking for damage. He'd straight up worked over my body last night, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sore. In addition, my hamstrings felt super tight. Still, it was not something I'd complain about. "Good," I lied.
The look he gave me told me he didn't believe me, but instead of calling me out for my lie, he brushed back my hair and kissed me on the forehead. "I know just the thing to help you."
Before I could insist I was fine and didn't need his help, he jumped out of bed. Still naked as the day he was born, he tiptoed over to the door separating us from his and Bones's suite, and pushed it closed.
He must have opened our side last night. I wasn't surprised, but it did make me wonder again if something was going on that they were hiding from me. Confident that the two of them could handle it--whatever it was--I pushed the thought out of my mind and focused on watching his muscular, perfect backside head into the bathroom.
Water started running.
Grinning, he returned and offered me his hand. Still naked I looked around for his discarded robe, wondering if I could get to it before he saw everything.
"I've already seen you naked," he reminded me. "And I fuckin' love your body. Don't even think about covering it up."
Well then. I guess that solved that. I accepted his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He kept hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers, as he led me to the bathroom and into the tub. As I relaxed, he soaped up a washcloth and had me lean forward so he could wash my back. He scrubbed down my back, my shoulders, my arms, and my front before tossing the washcloth in the tub and massaging my shoulders.
I was really getting into it when his phone rang.
Angel swore and hurried into the other room.
"It's work," he said a few seconds later. "I'm gonna take it next door."
Unconcerned and now relaxed, I dunked myself under the water.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Angel
