by Alaska Jones
Chapter 27
Cage
The room is quiet, save for our breaths, as I lie on my back in the dark. Jenna’s hair is fanned out over my chest as she sleeps, undisturbed by my getting up a few minutes ago.
After a quick shower, I’m incapable of being in another room and not thinking about her lying naked here, so I stay in bed and contemplate my next move. I need to find out Dwight’s role in all this before I wrap it up. Now that I’m taking Jenna with me to Mexico, I just can’t leave any loose ends, no matter how well we’ll be hidden.
She lets out a quiet sigh when I flex my arm, pulling her closer. It’s been a couple hours, and I’ve only dozed off for half an hour or so, but she’s still fast asleep. As I itch to wake her up after watching her sleep for so long, my phone does that for me, buzzing loudly on the nightstand.
I snatch it in an instant, but Jenna’s already stirring under the blanket. “Hey, Al.”
“It’s Gia.”
My initial surprise multiplies by ten, and I sit up, with Jenna sliding down to lie on my stomach.
“Um… Hi. Is everything alright with Al?”
“He’s fine,” Gia’s deep voice sounds annoyed for God knows what reason. “I’ve got an update on one of your clients.”
“Really? Which one?” My curiosity piqued, I run my fingers through Jenna’s hair as I wait for Gia’s reply. She never called me before, just emailed all updates so I could check them whenever I was free.
“Mr. Dwight. Two days ago, he opened a new bank account in Lebanon. Current balance is sixteen million.”
“Interesting…” I tap my fingers on my chest, not sure how to say what’s on my mind, since Gia is somewhat of a mystery. “And you’re calling me because…?” There’s a silence on the other end, and I hurry to explain myself, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to finally speak to you, since you’ve been so helpful to me. But I am surprised.”
“Is this phone safe?” Gia gets straight to business, ignoring my confused rant.
“Yes.”
“I’ve got a friend over in Lebanon. I know that you’re about to… quit, so I wanted to let you know that it would be fairly easy to make it look like Mr. Dwight’s account and money never existed. Of course, my friend’s work would have to be rewarded as well.” My eyebrows crawl up my forehead as an idea forms in my head. After a few seconds, Gia’s annoyed voice brings me back to reality, “You there?”
“Yes, yes.” I slide back down and plant a kiss on Jenna’s head with a smile. “Will one million be enough to persuade your friend?”
There’s a startled silence.
“It’s enough to persuade me. For him, five hundred will be enough.”
I grin at her greediness, not really concerned when it comes to Dwight’s money. “Then tell him to be ready. I’ll call you when it’s time.”
“Okay. Bye.”
I toss the phone aside, turning my eyes to Jenna as she looks up at me.
“Who’s that?”
“A friend of mine. With good news.” I let my palm slide down her back, and she shivers. “Are you cold?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she grumbles.
“What?”
“That was a female voice,” she says with an accusing look, rolling onto her stomach. My brain fixates on the way her tits flatten against my abs.
“Yes, and?” I manage to say after a moment. “It’s a female friend.”
“Is her name Jessica, by any chance?”
What? “No…” I drawl, completely confused. “Why?”
She frowns and looks down at her fingers that move in lazy patterns over my skin, distracting the hell out of me. “You once called me Jessica.”
“What, today??” I point my finger at the bed, and she shakes her head.
“No, of course, not. Or I would’ve strangled you with my bra already.” I chuckle, but shut up when she shoots me a stern look, pouting her swollen lips. “Before, when you got shot, and you were passing out.”
“Oh…” I realize it’s about Jessica Rabbit and nearly burst out laughing, but I’d never admit something so silly to her. Instead, I flip her onto her back and move down, snuggling my face into the crook of her neck. “Sweetheart, I could call myself Jessica when I’m about to pass out, and it wouldn’t mean a thing,” I lie, unable to help the dumb grin on my face.
“You’re smiling!” she accuses me, trying to break free.
“It’s funny!”
“No, it’s not!”
“Yes, it is, and you’ve got two options.” I prop myself on my elbows, fixing her with an exaggeratedly serious look. “One, let it go and enjoy a hot shower while I fix us something to eat. Or two, keep arguing with me, and I won’t let you out of the bed for another…” I pretend to look at my nonexistent watch, “Twenty-five hours.”
She scrambles to her feet and leaves in a flurry of white sheets, eyes big with fright. The bathroom door slams closed, and this time, I do burst out laughing.
Giving her a few minutes to herself, I open my laptop and check the map. The GPS tracker that I put on Wayne’s car is connected with an application that shows me his route in real time. And right now, I can’t believe my eyes.
Dwight has been both to the villa and Hunt’s building in the Wholesale district today. I almost don’t believe that I lucked out like that with the tracker, but there’s really no other explanation for what I’m seeing. There’s a chance that Wayne told him about my visit, but I doubt that. Besides, Dwight’s thugs would’ve been here by now if that happened.
I get off the bed and go to the balcony to take a look outside, just in case. The parking lot looks deserted, and even the black Bimmer is nowhere to be seen. I’ll have to wait until morning to confirm my suspicions about Dwight, and now, I got better things to do.
Jenna startles slightly when I enter the bathroom and open the glass door, and something I can’t quite decipher flashes in her eyes before she smiles with one corner of her delicious pink lips.
“Surprised to see me?” With her eyes fixated on the area below my stomach, I’m surprised she heard me at all.
“Mm? Uh, no, not really.”
Her cheeks darken as she blinks and pushes her wet hair back from her face. There are a couple red bruises on her neck, and I hold back a grimace, thinking I should be more careful even when losing control is part of the plan. I step under the hot water, watching it rivulet down her shoulders and breasts as she steps back with that same strange look on her face.
“What is it?” I can’t help asking as I lean down to her neck, trapping her against the wall with two arms. The moment my lips touch her warm skin, I know my earlier resolution about being careful is doomed.
“It’s…” her voice hitches, and she clears her throat, sliding her hands up my back. My skin tingles everywhere her fingers touch me, and I’m hard in a second. “It’s nothing. I just… Well, I had a dream just like this once.”
“Like what?” I murmur, pausing the trail of kisses from her collarbone to her ear so I can pull at her earlobe gently with my teeth when she doesn’t reply right away.
“Us in the shower,” she gasps.
“Mmm… Interesting. Was it good?” I kiss her cheek and pull her closer to me, so that my cock is pressed to her stomach. The heat inside me becomes unbearable, and I steal a hungry kiss from her while she’s thinking what to say.
“I think so. It was a long time ago.”
I arch an eyebrow, pushing my hair back as she stares at me, challenging me to comment on her words. “A long time, huh?”
“Yes…” she says on a moan when my palm slides down her stomach. Her legs part slightly, and her head falls back on the wall as I slip two fingers inside.
“Did you pass out in the end?” I watch her face, mesmerized by the way her pleasure is mirrored in her expression, while my fingers keep moving back and forth and my other hand grips her butt. There’s a step alongside the wall, and I direct her foot onto it so I can stroke the sens
itive skin of her inner thigh. “Did you?” I remind her of my question.
“No…” she pants, squeezing her eyes shut when I push my middle finger inside her.
“Then it doesn’t count. Gotta keep my promises,” I whisper in her ear, and she grinds her hips into me.
“Yes… Please.” Her eyes flutter open, begging me to speed it up, which only makes me want to play with her more.
“Please what?”
“I want you. Please, do it.” She writhes under my touch and lowers her hands to my butt, but I just rub my cock up and down her stomach.
“You can do better than that. I won’t do anything, until you tell me what you want.” Letting my fingers slide down her inner thigh, I return to teasing her neck with my lips and teeth. Water falls on my back, firing up the old scratches, and I adjust the shower head to keep her warm, too.
“Oh, come on…” she complains, digging her nails into my butt. I ignore her, too busy playing with her ear. “I want you to fuck me in the shower, like you promised.”
“I can do that with my fingers,” I mock her, running them down her body again.
“No, I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me and your fingers in my hair while you fuck me like you did before,” she snaps irritably, flashing her eyes at me.
I turn her around with a growl, a tremor running down my spine. “That’s my girl,” I utter in her ear and press her to the wall as I position myself between her legs.
She keeps her right foot up on the step, sticking her butt out for me. The thought that she’s so turned on, even though I know she’s sore as fuck, is the most arousing thing I’ve ever known.
I wrap my fingers around her waist and guide her onto my throbbing cock with the other hand, then let her ease into it at her own pace. She pushes down with a lustful groan, taking in all of me in a few moves, and that’s about all the self-control I can muster.
Thrusting my hips upward, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and press my lips to her neck, sucking on it as I ram into her from behind. The way her butt slaps against my crotch makes it hard to hold it until she comes, so I slide one hand around her, rubbing her swollen clit with my finger.
She pushes into me even harder, her muscles clenching around my shaft. I pull all the way out for a second, only to bury myself deep in her womb again. Moving my finger in circles, I keep pounding her until she jerks and arches her back with a loud moan. As she trembles in my arms, my own release shakes me from the inside, ripping a guttural groan from my mouth.
I thrust into her two more times before pressing my forehead to the wall, my breath stuck in my throat.
“Are you awake?” I breathe out, grazing her earlobe with my lips. She falls back into me, pretending to faint, and I catch her with a chuckle. “Oh, that’s too bad…”
Her head barely stays up as I turn her to face me and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hips. She smiles without opening her eyes, but I can feel how she struggles to hold on to me. It doesn’t keep her from leaning in and sucking on my lips, her tongue hot and sweet on mine.
“That was amazing…” she whispers against my lips. I’m too distracted by what her fingers are doing to my head, pulling on my hair and stroking the back of my neck. My cock twitches restlessly at her teasing.
“I want more,” I whisper, sliding one hand up her body to cup her boob and tease her nipple.
“Of course, you do,” she says without breaking the kiss. “Take me to the bed. I’ve got a plan.” Her lips form an O as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, and my instant hard on is almost painful.
Not needing another hint, I carry her out of the shower and wrap a towel around her as I walk back into the bedroom. I know I should be working, or better yet, packing, but all thoughts leave my head the second my back hits the bed. And a moment later, her perfect pink lips wrap tightly around my cock, and I forget my own name.
Chapter 28
Jenna
The light wakes me up, and I reach out for Cage, but don’t find him next to me. A sense of déjà vu washes over me as I turn my head and see him by the wardrobe, packing my things into a bag.
“What are you doing?” I croak, struggling to see clearly through bleary eyes. Somehow, even after everything that’s happened between us, my first reaction is crippling fear. Was I a fool to think that all this changed anything?
“We’re leaving. It’s not safe here anymore,” he says, glancing at me.
“Oh…” We, I repeat the word in my head, and it’s strange and a little intimidating. Now that there’s a possibility of us, I’m overwhelmed by the idea. “Where are we going?” I scramble to my feet, wrapping a sheet around me, but he stops me from rushing to the bathroom.
“There’s no hurry.” His fingers circle my wrist lightly. My forearm tingles as he runs a finger up and down. “I just didn’t want to wake you up, and I’ve already loaded my things into the car. You can shower and grab breakfast before we go. I doubt Dwight would send anyone here at daytime.”
I frown. “So it’s him? He tried to kill you?” I touch the bandage on his arm, still half asleep and too confused to understand anything.
“Most likely. He’s definitely up to something. I’ll explain it to you over breakfast.” He gives me a warm smile that makes my heart skip a beat, so rare and unfamiliar and handsome.
I smile back at him and hurry to the bathroom, secretly shocked that yesterday wasn’t a dream and he actually wants to explain things to me now instead of keeping me in the dark.
Just a few minutes later, I walk into the kitchen and take a seat at the table, where an omelet and sandwiches are waiting for me. Dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt, I pull my hair up into a ponytail under Cage’s curious look.
“That was fast,” he comments. “You must really hate this place.” He holds my gaze as he sips his coffee.
I shrug, looking around me. “Actually, I don’t. Not anymore.” The corner of his lips twitches in the tiniest of smiles as I pick up a sandwich.
“I’ve got some possibly bad news, but promise me you won’t freak out, because nothing’s certain yet.”
The sandwich forgotten, I stare at him. “What is it?”
“Something went down last night at Velvet. No deaths, but they had a bunch of ambulances and cops over there. You can call your friends when we’re in the car.”
I nod my head and check the battery on my phone. I know that Tina hasn’t been at work lately, and whatever happened there, I’d rather hear all the details without hurry.
“So, what is it about Dwight?” I take another bite off my sandwich.
“I think he and Hunt are together in this. Yesterday, Dwight had been both to the villa and a building that belongs to Hunt. Here, listen.” He picks up his phone and dials a number, then raises a finger to his lips and switches to speakerphone mode. I nod again, shutting my mouth as we listen to the beeps.
“Hello?” a deep voice rumbles on the other end.
“Morning. I think I found something interesting,” Cage goes straight to business, leaning to the phone.
“What is it?”
“It’s possible that the load Hunt has stolen is still somewhere in town.”
There’s a short silence, and the voice returns, “That’s not your job, Cage.”
He arches a brow at me in a Told ya and turns his gaze back to the phone. “I know, but I thought you might be interested in retrieving it.”
“I’ll deal with it! You focus on your job,” comes an irritated reply, and the call disconnects in a second.
Cage smiles, putting the phone in his pocket, and I raise my eyebrows as I swallow a piece of omelet.
“He didn’t sound surprised, and he didn’t even ask for an update on Hunt,” he explains his smile, and I hum as understanding washes over me. Damn, this relationship is gonna be tough, a thought flashes in my head when I realize just how good he is at this. I won’t be able to hide anything from him.
“So why did he send you aft
er Anthony then?”
“They’re trying to cover their tracks, so Dwight used me to stall and give himself more time.”
“Why?”
He lets out a quiet sigh, putting down his mug.
“I keep forgetting that you don’t know anything about it. Dwight was the one who brought Hunt into the business. So when Hunt ‘fucked up’, Dwight suggested that he’d be the one to take care of it. Everyone knows that I’m his go-to man in cases like this, so he made sure the right people knew I was working on it, but it was just a decoy. I think that really, he and Hunt planned it all together. I wasn’t supposed to find him, so when I did, Dwight sent someone after me. He would show my body to the others, pretending like he tried, but Hunt got away. Then, he would wait it out and retire eventually, without anyone suspecting a thing. They’re probably looking for a buyer – or buyers – right now, so they could split the money and transfer it to a bunch of offshore accounts. Except, I put a tracker on his driver’s car yesterday, and I know much more than Dwight suspects. The question is, what I’m gonna do with this information…”
I stare at him, trying to process everything I just heard. Is he serious?
“Is that all, or is there something else I need to know?” I push the plate away. “Do you have an evil twin, or maybe, you’re an undercover CIA agent?”
He purses his lips with an ironic look. “No, no evil twin. I just wanted you to know what kind of a situation you’re in. I’ve got a mob boss, a mean cop, and a bunch of people who generally hate me on my tail. So getting out of this won’t be simple. I wanted you to be prepared.”
I nod absently as I get up and stack the dishes, but he pulls me to him, wrapping his hands around my thighs as I stand before him.
“I need you to promise me something, Jenna.”
“Okay,” I say stiffly, confused by his grave look.
“No matter what happens, promise me you will do as I say. No fooling around and no unnecessary risks. Even if you don’t understand why I tell you to do something.”
