Stone (The Elite Forces Series Book 3)

by Kathy Coopmans

  The plane ride convinced me again that what we have going on is nothing more than purely fucking. He read through papers, instructed me on what to do and say, purely professional, and it sucked not to be able to touch him like I wanted to.

  He’s given me the best fucks of my life, but he’s made it perfectly clear that’s all it is just a bit ago. So I swallow the feelings I have and take in the reception area.

  Everything is wide open. You can smell and see the ocean through the walkway I notice in the distance. The warm breeze and palm trees make a great scenery for the people milling about, draped in bathing suits and money. This place screams luxury, and it really is a shame we can’t explore it more.

  “Well, fuck me.” Both Kaleb and Beau approach us with our keycards in their hands and scowls on their faces.

  “What’s wrong?” Jade places her arm on Kaleb’s lovingly. Her touch alone calms him before he gets any louder than he already is. I look around, catching a snooty, upturned nose from some high-class bimbo in high heels and a bikini. Dumb bitch. I hope she trips and falls on her flat ass. I crane my head back around in time to hear my brother say, “I asked if I could set up a meeting to speak with Samantha. Apparently, she’s at the grand opening of another one of their resorts. She won’t be back for a few days,” he tells Jade as I listen. I watch Beau’s reaction. He looks frustrated. I see his pain all over his face, while my mind musters up something quick to say to try and get the two of them to relax. The exact words I was thinking flow out of Jade’s mouth.

  “Well then, we have two days to take advantage of this beautiful place. Let’s have some fun. All of us could use it.” Her hand glides from his arm to his chest. The way he looks at her with love and adoration makes me happy for my brother that he’s finally found someone who is similar to him in so many ways, yet can calm him with a few words and a simple touch.

  “Yeah. We have no choice. I’m not leaving here until we speak to her,” he replies.

  “Let’s get settled in our rooms then. We can meet you two back here in a few hours.” Jade turns to me to get my intake.

  “Sure. I’m going to unpack and walk around. It’s been years since I’ve been anywhere,” I tell them all.

  “Don’t go by yourself.” Kaleb tries to toss out his demands at me.

  “We’re in a gated all-inclusive resort, Kaleb. There are people everywhere. I’m not leaving the place. Now, go and don’t feel like any of you have to entertain me. I can drink, lie on the beach, and do whatever I want.”

  “Don’t go to the topless beach without me.” Jade laughs as they walk away, leaving the two of us standing there uncomfortably.

  “Let’s go check out the room. I’ll change and leave you alone.” I have no clue if he wants to be alone or not. I don’t blame him for being as distant as he has been. I’m sure some of it was a front for Kaleb and Jade so they won’t suspect he’s been fucking my brains out. I mean that literally. He’s all I can think about. But here, where he needs to remain focused, I’ll give him all the space he needs.

  “Follow me,” he says dryly.

  I slowly follow him through the lush green foliage with the most beautiful red flowers I’ve ever seen. The girls in skimpy bathing suits and jewels watch Beau as he passes. I should feel oddly out of place with my white gauze, short spaghetti strap dress and my white flip-flops while these women parade around in barely anything at all, but I don’t.

  Beau stops briefly in front of a pond full of a variety of colorful fish. “Pretty fucking cool place,” is all he says and then continues on until we stop in front of our small little private villa with its private deck with two wicker chairs and a table.

  He opens the door with a swipe of his card, turns, and hands me one, then pushes the door open, allowing me to enter first. I feel the tension rolling off of him, crashing all over me. I’m not going to ask him what his problem is or if I’ve done something wrong. I know what’s troubling him. He has to pretend we’re something we will never be.

  “Jesus, when I asked for a suite I was fucking joking,” he bellows out from behind me. My eyes are wide as I take a look at the open floor plan in front of me.

  There’s a small kitchenette off to the side and a giant living room with red and white matching furniture. A black table with a magazine and a basket full of fruit and a bottle of wine sitting in the middle of the room make it feel very modern. I move past it all and head straight for the bedroom, where I can see the ocean from the set of sliding glass doors.

  “Oh my,” I say too quietly. I have no clue if he followed me or not. There’s a king-sized bed up against the wall with a red and white comforter. The walls are painted the same soft color of gold as the living area. This place is breathtaking.

  I slide the door open, inhaling the minute my feet hit the tile, and rest my hands on the ledge. There’s a small walkway that leads to the white sandy beach. People are in the crystal-clear water, and I can see many of them sun-bathing topless.

  I hear his footsteps behind me and notice his face drop when he sees the beach. He lowers his sunglasses, and I watch him look at two women with perfect tits as they pass. “I’m getting my bottoms on and going out to chill on the beach.” I throw my bag on the bed before I unzip it and begin to dig for my favorite turquoise string bikini.

  “The fuck you are.” His loud response surprises me, and I let my eyes scan his face before I continue to search through my bag. Whatever, buddy!

  “Beau, you’re not going to tell me what I can and can’t do.” I pull on the strings of my bathing suit until both pieces come out and turn my back on him as I start to walk to change in the bathroom. He meets me at the door, grabs me by my waist, and pulls me against him just as my hand reaches out in search of the light switch.

  “You’ll be wearing your fucking bathing suit at all times, or I’ll drag your ass in here kicking and screaming without a care in the damn world. Remember, your brother is here and doesn’t need to see you on display, not to mention all the fucking perverts out there wanting an eyeful of ass and tits.” Releasing me, he politely holds the door open with the palm of his hand. He wants me to obey him and walk through the door, but instead, I spin around and give him a piece of my mind.

  “Here’s the deal. You learn not to be so damn bossy, and then maybe I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” I wanted to say more, but he stops me mid-sentence. His lips land on mine, and he forces me against the wall with his weight. He leans into me, running his hands roughly over my skin until he has silenced me, and he knows it. It's like the fight in me just disappeared without a trace. I’m surrendering to this contradictive man.

  “If you walk around without your top, I'm going to walk around naked. Take that in and suck on it. My dick is always hard around you, so you know I'll be sporting a big cock for the world to see when you’re near.” I’m irritated now. Surely, I don’t want another woman seeing his glorious package. I bite my tongue and stand strong with my retort.

  “Try it. It’s a topless beach, not a nude beach. And I’ll ignore the sucking comment, thank you very much.” I’d probably do more than suck on it if he were to whip it out right now.

  “Actually, it’s a nude beach, but we won’t be joining in on those festivities.” He frustrates me with his demands, but I get it. I’d wind up in a Mexican jail for choking anyone who looks his way or for public indecency if he were to strip down himself.

  “If you promise me you’ll go skinny dipping in the ocean one night, then I’ll agree to your ridiculous demands.” He smiles like he’s looking forward to that, and in all honesty, it sounds much better to me anyway.

  “This trip may be the death of my dick if you keep it up. Now, strip down and let me watch you slide those strings over your body. I want a picture in my head of what you look like underneath it as I watch you on the beach.” I move slowly, teasing him as I shimmy out of every article of clothing I have on. He watches with a hungry look in his eyes, making me feel more confident than
I ever have in my life.

  The very second I’ve discarded my panties, he’s back to rubbing up against me. He’s already hard and lifting me up into his hard body. “I’m about to fuck you in Mexico.” His voice is deep and so damn sexy. His lips land on mine just as he finishes speaking, my mouth opening willingly to seek out his tongue.

  He lays me down softly, but aggressively works his way over my body. I welcome the roughness of his touch and love how he seems to be even more so with me in every aspect than he was back at the compound. Maybe coming to Mexico was exactly what he needed. Honestly, I was worried it would cause him to go into a tailspin and would ruin any bit of healing he’s managed in the past few days.

  He grabs a handful of my hair, pulling just perfectly, causing me to gasp into his mouth. Reaching between us, he releases the button on his shorts, sliding them down far enough to slide into me.

  “Yes. So tight.” He speaks with each thrust, telling me how good we feel together, and I accept every word he says, agreeing and begging for more.

  He moves fast and hard, his body pounding me into the mattress. The bed squeaks loudly, but neither one of us care at all. The beach goers no doubt will be able to hear us, and it isn’t until he covers my mouth that I even consider how loud I was being myself.

  “Fuck. You’re so deep,” I mumble through his hand. It doesn’t take many words from me before he’s pulling out and squirting his release all over my stomach.

  “Maverick will be here soon. You’d better be dressed. I’m going to put my bags by the couch. He doesn’t need to know I was just balls deep in his baby sister while we’re on a mission.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  HARRIS

  I’m out of my fucking mind. I can’t believe I’m here in Mexico, and the first thing I do is bury my cock deep inside Emmy, knowing Maverick is on the other side of that wall. He’s going to come in here with a gun and try to shoot my dick off for that.

  I hear a knock on the door before I’m finished pulling my shirt back on. Emmy rushes to the bathroom, and I pull the doors closed to the bedroom, hoping if it is Maverick that he won’t be completely nosy. He’s not stupid. My guess is he’s figured it out or he’s about to.

  Opening the door quickly, I startle Jade, causing her to jump. She’s dressed in a bikini, and I look at Maverick, who’s scowling behind her. I can see he’s just as unhappy about this beach thing as I am.

  Either that, or he heard how loud we were. How good I told her she felt. It wouldn’t be a lie, that’s for damn sure. There’s something about her that drives me crazy.

  I wonder if Jade has threatened him as well with going topless. I need to remember not to react around him if Emmy comes out here mouthing off about it, or he’ll pick up on this shit from a mile away.

  “You fucking my sister? Because I swear we just heard screaming coming from this room.” Holy fuck. I don’t even know how to respond to that, but I start laughing, because apparently, that’s what I do when I’m nervous.

  “Kaleb. Don’t you dare come in here and start accusing us when you know damn well we’re both grown ass adults.” Emmy barrels through the sliding doors, and I just step back. Jade’s eyes meet mine, and her smile turns into a full-on amused look with a hint of worry rather quickly.

  “I was just joking, but by the looks of it, I may have just hit the nail on the fucking head.” Maverick steps back against the stucco wall across from our room and runs his hand through his hair. “Not even an hour into Mexico, and I get shit like this dropped on me. How long has this been going on? Or did you just hit these doors and can’t keep your fucking hands off of each other all of a sudden?” Jesus, he needs to calm the hell down. I may be nervous about him finding out, but he can stop talking so that everyone else around here doesn’t know our business.

  I open my mouth, ready to speak my peace, when Emmy begins to talk again. “We’ve been fucking for days. Don’t worry your pretty little head, big brother. I’m not stupid thinking this is anything more than just that.” Hearing her say that doesn’t make me feel any better. It actually makes me feel a hundred times worse. Well, you haven’t told her any different, you asshole. I haven’t either. In fact, it’s a topic we should discuss again.

  Emmy walks into the small kitchenette, while Maverick’s eyes bore into me. I shove my mental note aside as Jade stands between us and I can feel his urge to strangle me from across the doorway.

  “Kaleb, get in here.” Jade sticks her hand out for him to take. He doesn’t take it, just strolls right in and stands in his usual arms folded over his chest position. I wait until the door catches and shuts behind me before I say what I need to.

  “Don’t worry. She’s in good hands.” I try to reassure him with my intentions, but before I can even try to convince myself, I stop talking. What am I going to say? This is more than just fucking for me? I love her? She completes me? No. None of that is true, and the truth of it is, this is just hard fucking with no hopes of being anything more, because I gave everything to Mallory. Emmy knows it. I know it. There really isn’t room for discussing it further.

  Fuck. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing when it comes to whatever this is between Emmy and me anymore.

  “Did you know about this, Jade? Is that why you insisted they share this suite?” His focus shifts to Jade only for a second before returning to me.

  “Kaleb. We had to pretend we’re couples. You know that. This trip is going to be fun for us the first few days. You know we all need this, and if the two of them want to play around, who are we to say one word about it?”

  “I’m her brother and his fucking boss. I know what he’s doing, and I don’t have to fucking agree with it.” At least he knows what the fuck I’m doing. I sure as hell don’t.

  “No, you don’t, but you can’t stop them.” Jade turns toward Kaleb when Emmy walks back into the room, going straight for her brother.

  “You won’t say a damn word about this. You’ll accept whatever we decide to do and understand that I’m old enough to take care of myself.” She points her finger in his face.

  “He’s grieving, Emmy,” he gently tells her. In that instant, I feel like the asshole I look like, a man using a woman to get off while his heart is still attached to another. A woman I will never have again, see again, or hold again.

  “We’ve talked a lot about all of that, and in some way we’re helping each other through a tough time. Please, just let us do what feels right for us and don’t interfere.” He looks over her head at me before he lowers his lips to her forehead.

  “You know I always have your back, and this will be no different. You just have to give me a minute to absorb it all. I came in joking and had no idea I was walking into something like this. And what kind of tough time are you having? Is it school?” The look on his face as he glares at me with eyes that basically say I’m a goddamn fool tells me we’ll be talking soon, but that’s understandable.

  I remember how I felt when he came in all domineering with Jade. He needed to prove he deserves her, and he proved it over and over. That’s something I’m afraid I can’t say about myself. Mallory is still where my heart is, and after I have sex with Emmy, a part of me wishes like hell it was her in my arms and beneath me, sending noise into the neighbor’s ears, but that will never happen. But I can’t help but feel when I’m with Emmy, and that’s something I’ve missed.

  “No, Kaleb, school is fine. It just blurted out of my mouth that way. Can we drop it now, go to the beach, where Jade and I can work on our tans a little?” I restrain from watching Emmy walk out of the living room area and into the bedroom and reach for my suitcase. I pull out my swim shorts and grab hold of my suitcase. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I join her in our bedroom to get ready. I may as well let Maverick know we plan to sleep in the same room this entire trip.

  “Did that shit really have to go down the first day of the trip? Now he’s going to be glaring at us both the entire time.” I drop my clothes and pull on
my board shorts before she starts to answers me.

  “He’ll get over it. Just give him a day or so, and we’ll win him over with the idea of it. It’s supposed to be a relaxing few days, and we all need that before we dive into the real reason we came. I’ll remind him of that again if I need to.” Emmy seems so strong and collected when it comes to Maverick. She actually reminds me a lot of Jade, which is why I probably get along well with her. Hell, it’s probably why Kaleb was so interested in Jade.

  “I guess if he doesn’t and I find my death after all of this, at least I’ll know it was for a woman. I can’t think of a worthier cause.” Her lips are shiny and just begging for me to touch them one last time before I have to stay away. I lean forward to kiss her, only to have her pull away.

  “Okay, okay. Let’s not push him. He does have a short fuse, and we don’t need to rub it in his face just yet.” She pushes against my chest, and I have to agree with her, for now anyway.

  “Let’s do this beach thing. But for fuck’s sake, you’d better keep everything covered, or I’m stripping too. You’ll have a hard dick chasing you on the beach.” Her laughter is louder and sweeter than I expected to hear.

  “Alright. I promise. Now, stop teasing me, or he’ll really hate the idea of us.” She grabs my hand and leads me out of the bedroom and into the room where I can still feel the tension.

  “We can get to the beach through our bedroom, if you’d like,” she tells the two of them. Jade’s standing there with a smile glued to her face, while Kaleb, well, his look may be one that wants to permanently put me in the ground. I toss him a look that says ‘I’m ready to get this talk over with as soon as you are,’ and he nods back to me.

  Emmy doesn’t help the situation when she grabs Jade’s hand, the two of them leading the way through our room, proving the messed-up bedding is a real thing. By the growl coming from behind me, Kaleb knows it too.