SocialPreyAllRomance

by Trista Ann Michaels

  Kiley giggled and hooked her thumbs into the edges of her thong. Scott could do nothing but stare as she slid that thong down her long legs. She kicked her underwear aside and weaved back to a standing position. He raised his gaze slowly along her thighs, her flared hips, her shaven pussy.

  He swallowed and ran his hand down his face. “Oh, yeah. I’m definitely going to hell. And if you remember this, you’ll be the one to put me there.”

  Chapter Ten

  Kiley reached out with surprising clarity that shocked Scott and grabbed the waistband of his jeans. For a brief second, he thought she might be more sober than he first imagined, but when he gazed into her eyes, he knew she wasn’t. She was still way too drunk.

  With a hard tug, she pulled him toward her. “Take those damn clothes off and do me,” she snarled.

  With a growl of aggravation and lust, Scott shoved her backward. She landed on the bed with a bounce and a giggling squeal that otherwise would’ve made him smile. But, not this time.

  He crawled over the top of her and settled himself between her splayed thighs. Kiley moaned and lifted her hips, rubbing her damp pussy along his hard cock. Even through his jeans, he could feel her heat, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed himself against her.

  “You’re still dressed,” she whined.

  She again reached for his jeans, but he grasped her hands and pinned them over her head with one of his own.

  “No fucking, Kiley,” he said firmly.

  “But I wanna fuck,” she whined drunkenly.

  “Trust me, so do I.”

  Scott sighed and pressed himself into her again. She moaned loudly and it was all he could do to keep his self-control. She made him crazy. She made him want her so bad he would be willing to risk her ire to have her. But not like this. He wanted her sober and able to remember every second of it.

  He lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her. “Just rub against me, gorgeous. Make yourself cum against my cock.”

  She lifted her hips against him, and he groaned low in his throat. The way she moved made him nuts. His balls ached he needed release so bad. What he wanted more was to slide inside her, feel her heat surround him, her walls squeeze him.

  He closed his eyes and kissed her nose. “That’s it, baby. Pretend I’m inside you…filling you.”

  She moved against him harder, and he pressed back, grinding his groin against her clit.

  “Damn, I bet you feel so good,” he murmured against her mouth.

  “Scott,” she sighed.

  He let go of her wrists with one hand and lowered it to her breasts. She gasped and arched her back, putting herself more firmly in his palm. He used the pad of his thumb to tease her nipple, making it hard beneath his touch.

  The movement of her hips became more frantic, matching the beat of his own heart.

  “Scott,” she groaned. “I need you inside me. Please. Oh, God. I need you so bad.”

  Scott closed his eyes against her pleas. He would not take her this drunk. He would not…but God, it was so hard. He was so hard, and she felt so damn good.

  “Kiley,” he whispered in her ear, straining to keep his control, to not lose it and take her.

  “Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” she said with surprise, and Scott smiled.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he commanded.

  Grinding himself harder, he gave her no mercy. She arched her back, pushing against him as though to get him inside her through the material of his jeans. She screamed, and Scott closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of her cries as her release moved through her.

  “I love you,” she sighed just as her body relaxed.

  Scott rose up and looked at her. His heart raced at the three words he never expected to hear from her.

  “Kiley,” he said.

  When she didn’t answer, he gripped her chin and turned her face toward his.

  “Kiley?”

  He sighed at her closed eyes and peaceful expression. She was out like a light.

  “Did you mean that?” he asked, knowing she wouldn’t answer. “Or was it just drunk talk?”

  He wasn’t sure. He had no clue how she really felt about him. If he made a move, and she hadn’t meant that…well, he didn’t want to think about the ramifications of losing her as a friend. Hell, if she remembered this, he’d probably lose her as a friend anyway. She’d be pissed as hell, and he wouldn’t blame her.

  “What the hell am I supposed to do now, gorgeous? Huh?” He snorted and placed a soft kiss against her brow. “Why the hell couldn’t you tell me you loved me sober? Then I would know what to do.”

  This was so complicated.

  * * * *

  Paula shook all over. Not from cold, but from pure adrenaline. She’d take a gun and shoot her way out of here herself if that’s what it took to get home. She followed close to John, keeping her eyes at his back. Keith was right behind her, another one of his men she didn’t recognize behind him. She felt safe between them knowing they were the best. If anyone could get her out, it was them.

  Feelings of anxiety awakened the butterflies in her stomach as they made their way through the practically deserted halls. Everyone had run to the other side to handle the explosion. Paula refused to give into fear. She would get out of here or die trying. She’d already decided she would rather be dead than to live out decades in this hell hole.

  Someone yelled at them from the other end of the hall. John stopped and turned just as Keith shoved her behind John. Three shots were fired, but Paula couldn’t see around John to fully tell what was happening.

  The smell of gunpowder filled the air as two more shots went off. She hunched her shoulders and covered her ears, protecting them against the loud bangs. She looked around frantically as Keith grabbed her elbow and pulled her with him down the hall at a run. She struggled to keep up with his long legs, but didn’t dare complain. She wanted to go home, and she would keep up the best she could.

  John used the card his friend had given him and unlocked the electronic gate separating them from the back door. Over Keith’s shoulder, she saw one of the guards try to sneak around the corner at the far end of the hall.

  Paula stiffened and shouted, “Keith. Two o’clock.”

  Keith turned as if he knew exactly what and where she’d meant. Raising his pistol, he fired off a shot and hit the guy in the head. He fell to the ground silently just as Keith shoved her through the gate and out the back door.

  “Nice job,” he said as he ushered her through the yard toward the van waiting a few feet away.

  Several shots exploded around her, and she ducked her head, covering her ears as though that alone would ward off bullets. Her heart raced in her chest as the van and her escape came within reach. This was it. She would be going home.

  John pushed her into the van first, then he, Keith and the other man came in behind her. Keith slid the door closed and shouted, “Get us the hell out of here!”

  The driver, a man she didn’t recognize, slammed down the accelerator and the van raced down the road. A bullet hit the back window, shattering it. She screamed in surprise as glass rained down on her.

  “Get down,” Keith commanded.

  With a hand on the back of her head, he shoved her forward. Paula did as he said. The less she was in the way, the more he could concentrate on getting them out of this mess.

  He released the pressure on her head, allowing her to sit back up. Glancing behind her, she glared at the prison, now growing smaller in the distance as the van raced toward the…

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “Airport,” Keith replied.

  Paula nodded and shifted in her seat. Pain sliced through her ribs, and she winced before raising her hand to cover her side. She’d been so nervous, so focused on their escape, she hadn’t noticed the pain before now.

  Keith frowned before dropping his gaze to her hand. “Are you hit?”

  She shook her head. “No. It’s my ribs. They’re still
really sore.”

  “I can give you something for that. Make the ride easier on you.”

  Just as he said those words, they hit a bump in the road. Paula moaned at the pain that moved through her torso. “No,” she argued. She actually welcomed the pain right now. “I want to be wide awake. I want to know for sure we’re leaving Turkey far behind.”

  Keith snorted softly as he turned to watch behind them. So far, so good, but they still needed to ditch the van. “I completely understand,” he said as he placed a hand on Paula’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He turned to the driver. “How far is the other car?”

  “Just around the corner. We should be able to ditch this one pretty quick.”

  Keith nodded and returned his attention out the back window. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but so far, they hadn’t caught up.

  His hand was still on Paula’s shoulder and without even realizing it, he began to rub his thumb over the tight muscles of her neck. She surprised him, impressed him even, with the way she’d handled herself during the evacuation.

  In the past, some women had been hysterical, especially when shots were fired. Paula had not only remained calm, but coherent enough to warn him of impending danger. She was strong.

  Keith had known Paula for a while, but not really paid attention to her. She was either dating someone, or he was too focused on his business to pay attention. He looked across the seat and met her gaze. She had eyes so light gray, they reminded him of wolf eyes. Black hair hung limp around her shoulders, but Keith could remember how full and soft it usually looked. How her eyes often sparkled with humor and devilment.

  Some of that was gone now, replaced with a knowledge and distrust usually reserved for men in his line of work. She’d seen more of the world than she ever should have. She had the eyes of a Seal, and she shouldn’t.

  He used the tip of his finger to push her hair behind her ear. An adorable pink hue covered her cheeks as she looked away to gaze out the front window. She squinted her eyes as the noonday sun moved from behind the clouds. Long black lashes shaded the tops of her cheeks and full, rosy pink lips pursed in agitation, making him smile slightly.

  Their driver pulled up behind a white van and put theirs in park. Her eyes widened in fear.

  “What are we doing? Why are we stopping?” Paula asked.

  It was the first sign of any kind of panic he’d seen in her.

  “It’s fine. We’re just changing cars.”

  The sirens in the distance grew louder, and Paula’s hands began to shake. “Do we have time?”

  she asked as Keith slid open the side door.

  “It’ll be fine,” he said, trying to assure her.

  He helped her out of the van and moved quickly to get her in the other one. John and his driver right behind them. The other three members of their team pulled up seconds later and rushed to climb into the white van as well. By ditching the cars, they hoped to keep the search contained to this area.

  “We need to move,” William said as he shut the van door. “They’re not far behind us.

  The driver nodded and quickly pulled out of the parking spot. At the end of the street he made a left and headed toward the airport. They could hear the sirens had come to a stop behind them, apparently focusing on the vans they’d left behind.

  “How much further?” Paula asked.

  Keith studied her tired, pale face and felt a ping of sympathy for the young woman. “Driver?”

  Keith asked.

  “About ten minutes,” he replied in a heavy Turkish accent.

  It wasn’t the first time they’d used a local driver. The natives knew the area better than they did and could get them where they needed to go much faster. Finding a citizen that wouldn’t double cross them was sometimes hard, but they’d used this one before, so they knew him well.

  Paula rubbed her hands down her legs nervously. Keith reached out and put his hand over hers, hoping it would comfort her.

  She glanced sideways at him with a slight apologetic smile. “Sorry. I’m just ready to be out of here.”

  “I know,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around hers. Even with the summer heat, her fingers were cold.

  He wasn’t sure why he wanted to comfort her. There was something about her that intrigued him, captivated him—something he’d never noticed in her before.

  She stared at their hands briefly before returning her stare out the front window. As the airport came into view, she seemed to relax a little.

  The van pulled as close to the plane as possible. A beige Learjet 60. It was small enough to get them into the more isolated airports such as this private one, but large enough to carry his men, plus equipment over the ocean. They wouldn’t dare use the main one. Too much security.

  “Nice ride,” Paula said as she climbed from the van and headed to the plane.

  Keith grinned. “It’ll do in a pinch.”

  Paula snorted and rushed up the stairs and into the cabin of the plane. Keith didn’t miss the way her hand covered her ribs.

  “I’m flyin’,” John called gleefully as he headed to the cockpit.

  “Shotgun,” William yelled as he took off after him.

  Keith grinned and shook his head. At least he didn’t have to fly. He stopped and called to the cockpit. “Hey! Did you take care of the driver?”

  “Yep. Shot him right between the eyes.”

  “What?” Paula snapped as she stopped just before sitting down in one of the white leather chairs.

  “I was joking,” John said, his voice full of amusement. “He was well compensated.”

  “Oh, my God,” Paula sighed as she dropped into the chair, then winced at the pain in her side.

  Keith turned to one of the other men who stood close to the galley. “Mike, hand me one of those syringes from the drawer. Would ya?”

  “Sure.”

  Mike grabbed one of the needles and tossed it to Keith. After catching it, Keith took the chair opposite Paula and turned it to face her. The engines roared to life, and the plane began to work its way down the runway.

  “This will help,” Keith said as he removed the cap from the syringe.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s just something to help with the pain.”

  She frowned. “I don’t handle pain meds well. They make me sick.”

  “This won’t. It’s what we use when one of us is hurt in the field. It takes the pain away, but still allows us to be a little coherent.”

  She nodded. “I guess it would be kind of hard to drag a non-responding body, huh? Especially when you’re being shot at.”

  Keith’s lips twitched. “Oh, no. I’ve done that, too.”

  “I would probably have nightmares about what you’ve done,” she said softly.

  Keith nodded. She probably would. Sometimes he did.

  “Where do I take it?” she asked.

  He grinned at her devilishly, trying to lighten the mood. “Where do you want it?”

  “Wherever it will hurt the least?”

  “Lean forward.”

  She did as he requested, and he quickly pricked her upper arm. She hissed as the shot went in.

  Keith remembered from experience that it burned as it entered the body.

  “I should’ve warned you about that.”

  “Everybody take your seats. We’re about to get the hell out of Dodge.”

  Keith snickered at John’s comment over the loudspeaker. Everyone grabbed a seat as the plane began gaining speed down the runway. It’s a good thing these smaller jets didn’t need as much room to take off. It made them much more flexible than a larger jet.

  He glanced over at Paula, who still had her chair turned facing him. He tilted his head in question at the flushed look on her face.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she breathed. “I just never noticed how pretty your eyes were.”

  Keith raised an eyebrow. The guys behind him chuckled, and he shot them a f
irm glare over the back of the seat. “Knock it off. She’s drugged.”

  She shook her head and giggled. “I feel really good.” Dropping her head back against the seat, she swung it around to face the front and smiled up at the ceiling. “Wow. I feel really good.”

  Her smile faded. “And weird. Where are we going? Are we going home?”

  “Not yet. We have to swing by London and get your papers. We couldn’t chance getting them before we got you out. It might’ve tipped someone off.”

  She smiled as a dreamy expression covered her face. “I’ve never been to London.”

  “Close your eyes, Paula. You’ll feel better once you’ve had a nap.”

  “Okay,” she replied in a drunken kitten voice that made Keith smile.

  He watched as the nose of the plane lifted off the ground, and Paula’s eyes shut. Within seconds she’d drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kiley groaned as pain sliced behind her eyes. Something somewhere was ringing and every sound made the pain in her head worse. What was it? Where was it?

  She groaned and blindly reached her hand out. Pushing the button down on her alarm clock, she frowned when the ringing continued.

  “Damn it,” she snarled as she sat up slightly.

  As she did, the pain in her head intensified. She threw a hand over her eyes in frustration as the sunlight from her open bedroom window poured across her face.

  What time was it?

  She peeked through her fingers at the clock. It was way too early on a Saturday to be up, especially with this hangover. Finally realizing it was her cellphone that was ringing, she quickly grabbed it.

  “Hello?” she mumbled sleepily.

  “Kiley?” Keith asked. “Are you okay? You sound like shit.”

  “I feel like shit. Thanks,” she grumbled dryly.

  “What’s going on?” Keith asked. “Are you sick?”