Rolling them again, he brought her body on top of his. Taking his hands from her, he grabbed his pants and shoved them under one of her legs and her clothes under the other to give her padding for her knees.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted slightly before settling back down on his cock. With his large hands spanning her hips, he controlled their movements and after a moment pistoned his hips up.
She gave herself over to the movement, sitting up straight and lifting her head to the sky, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He watched in awe as the sun cast her body in a bronze glow, sure that he was making love to a goddess.
As she dropped her chin and held his gaze, he grinned as she leaned forward, her breasts now hanging deliciously close to his mouth. He leaned forward, snagging a nipple and sucking it deeply. Moving between each breast, he heard her breath hitch in her lungs and knew she was close. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, and she cried out her release, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
Before her body had a chance to go lax, he felt his balls tighten and the burn in his lower back increase just before he powered his release into her. Thrusting until every drop was drained, he wrapped his arms around her as her full weight lay on top of him.
His breath was ragged as he fought to draw oxygen into his lungs. For several minutes his mind was blank, unable to pull together a coherent thought. Hating to lose her warmth, he shifted his hips so that his condom-wrapped cock could slide out, not wanting to lose their protection. With every breath, her breasts pressed deeper into his chest, and he felt his cock twitch again, knowing he would have no problem for a second round…or more.
As their sweating bodies cooled, doubt began to creep in. Did I hurt her? Does she regret this? What the fuck was I thinking? Having sex with a mission?
As though she knew the direction his thoughts had gone, she lifted her head, stared down at him, and smiled. Her eyes glowed with genuine pleasure mixed with a touch of insecurity.
“Wow,” she whispered as a delicious blush filled her cheeks.
“You can say that again,” he agreed, then wanting to remove all doubt, added, “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”
Her blush deepened as she worried her bottom lip. “So, um, having sex on top of a pyramid at sunset in the middle of the Mexican jungle isn’t something you normally do?"
Cupping her face with his large hands, his thumb sweeping across her cheeks, he admitted, “I never mix business with pleasure. I’ve never been tempted before. But you? Beautiful. Smart. A cautious planner who just gave in to the perfect fantasy."
Her grin widened, and she said, “This whole trip is something I’ll always remember, but what we just did made it truly unforgettable.”
He was grateful she did not ask what he was feeling nor ask for promises beyond what they had at the moment. The way his heart squeezed at just the look in her eye, the sound of her voice, and the feel of her body lying on his, he wanted to keep exploring whatever was happening between them.
She shifted, rolling off of him, and said, “I feel really bad ending a very special moment, but I really need to…um…pee."
He chuckled as she scrambled to her feet and said, “I gotta take care of the condom.” He pulled it off before tying it and bent to grab one of the napkins from their dinner. Wrapping up the condom, he looked over his shoulder as she stood with the sunset brilliant behind her. Stalking toward her, both still naked, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her face against his chest. He felt his heart squeeze as her hands encircled his waist, and he pressed another kiss against the top of her head.
Forcing his arms to let go, they found her clothes, sliding them on.
He bent and ran his fingers lightly over the roughened skin and said, “That could not have been comfortable with your knees taking most of your weight.”
She stepped closer, wearing nothing more than her bra and panties, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. With his lips a whisper away from hers, she said, “I love that you’re being so sweet and that you worry about me, but I’m fine. Every second of everything that we did was perfect.” Lifting on her toes, she touched her lips to his, her tongue darting out to barely lick his lips before she settled back on her heels.
She stepped away and turned to slide on her pants and T-shirt, but he was sure with the blush crossing her cheeks that her boldness was out of character. Shaking his head, unable to keep the grin from widening, he chuckled once again.
A heavy rope was attached down the middle of the steps, and because of the darkening shadows, he had her turn and face the pyramid, hold on to the rope with her hands, and back down step-by-step. Planting his body just in front of hers, he was assured that she would not slip and fall. Finally arriving at the bottom, she stood and turned, her eyes wide with need, and said, “I’ve got to go! Don’t peek!”
She ran around the corner of the pyramid and disappeared behind some trees. It had been on the tip of his tongue to say that considering his mouth had been on her and his cock had been in her, seeing her pee should not be embarrassing. Waiting until she came out, an air of contentment on her face, he kissed her forehead and jogged behind the same tree, not wanting to mortify her by pissing in her presence.
Returning to her, he found her nervously looking from side to side. Before he had a chance to ask her what was wrong, she said, “It didn’t seem so dark up on top of the pyramid, but down here it is.”
Her gaze held the specter of fear, and he wanted to erase all traces of it. Stepping closer, he linked fingers with her again and said, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
Julie tried to still the tennis balls bouncing around in her stomach as Walker linked fingers with her and declared for her not to worry because he had her. The desire to read so much into those words was overwhelming, but she knew that was ridiculous. Never one to feel that sex had to be everything, she also didn’t want it to be nothing. But men so often don’t feel the same way.
Determined to not make things awkward between them, she allowed him to lead them through the dark shadows of the trees, glad that the bit of moonlight striking the white pathways helped guide them back to the Jeep. The jungle that had seemed so beautiful earlier now felt claustrophobic.
“Where are we going to sleep tonight?” she asked.
Shooting a smile her way, he said, “When we get back to the Jeep, I’m going to check in with my group. I’ll get an update on what’s going on in our area and find out how the girls are doing.”
Appreciating his concern for not only her but the girls as well, she nodded. They soon reached the Jeep, still hidden from sight with the thick tangle of trees all around.
“I’m glad I’m with you,” she said as they climbed inside. “I don’t think I would’ve ever found it by myself!”
Walker leaned over the bench seat and flipped the back seat down flat. “I’m gonna find out what the latest news is. See if there’s any way we can make some kind of a bed out of the back of this.”
She looked at the space, her nose scrunching as she considered what she could use for bedding. “I can try, but I can’t guarantee how comfortable it will be.”
Laughing, he replied, “As a SEAL, I learned how to sleep on a bed of anything. In fact, we just took a nap on stones. Don’t worry about me, just make it as comfortable for you as you can.”
With her nose still scrunched, she nodded and scrambled over the seat, causing him to duck so that her foot did not hit him in the head. As she moved around the back, he placed his call.
“Tate? I’m clear,” Walker said. “If you’ve got a lock on our location, then you know we’re still lying low at the Cobá ruins.”
“That’s good,” Tate replied. “There was earlier movement on the roads around you, but I see no problem with you staying there tonight. Have you got accommodations?”
Glancing toward the back of the Jeep where Julie was grunting as she tried to unfold an
old blanket she found, he grinned. “We’ve got food, and water, and we’ll sleep in the Jeep tonight.”
“I’m sorry Ms. Baxter’s having to rough it,” Mace cut in to say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, capturing her gaze as she blew out a breath, puffing her hair out of her face. “She’s a trooper.”
“Glad to hear it. Drew says Tiffany is responding to the medication, but the doctor has concerns about her infection. He came back this afternoon to check on her and is giving her permission to fly out tomorrow, but Drew’s working on a plan to get to you two. He’s got a lock on a bird.”
Walker grunted as Julie poked him in the shoulder with her sharp finger. “How’s Tiffany? Ask him. Ask him now.”
“Mace, give me just a minute,” he said before turning to Julie, saying, “She’s okay, responding to medication but he’s concerned about infection. The doctor is going to let her fly tomorrow once Drew can get to us.”
Jerking her head back and forth, she said, “No. They need to get Tiffany back to the States and get her to a hospital. We can’t take a chance on Drew picking us up first. He can take the girls and then come back for us.”
The idea of spending another day with Julie battled with the desire to make sure she was safely back in the States as well.
“We could hear that,” Mace said. “She’s speaking from emotion, but I need to know your assessment of the situation, Walker.”
“If the roads are safe tomorrow, we can get over to the coastline at Tulum. That was where her tour guide was from, and if he’s amenable, we can stay with him for a little bit. It’s a quick trip up the coast from there, to a place where Drew can come back and pick us up with his plane either tomorrow evening or the next day.” As the words left his mouth, he watched as Julie’s head nodded up and down emphatically.
“You look safe tonight, but we’re gonna monitor the situation during the night and talk to Drew. Will let you know first thing in the morning what the new plan is,” Mace said.
Disconnecting, he looked at Julie’s face, so easy to read her emotions, but asked anyway, “You okay with this?”
She scooted close to him, with the back of the seat between them, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Walker, I’ve got no problem spending tomorrow with you since the people you work with indicate there are no scary people around us right now.”
Unable to keep the grin off his face as she said the words ‘scary people’, he remained quiet as she continued to speak.
“What’s most important is getting Tiffany the medical help she needs and all of the girls back to the States. I’m sure their parents are frantic, and I’d never forgive myself if she became even sicker here.”
He leaned forward and kissed her, determined to keep it light. Glancing over her shoulder, he asked, “So how’s the bed coming?”
With a sly smile sliding across her lips, she asked, “Why don’t you come back here and try it out yourself?”
With a quick scramble over the back of the seat, he pulled her down beside him, wrapped his arms around her, and with his mouth held just a whisper away, said, “I think we’re gonna like it just fine.”
22
Staring at the empty dinner plates, Drew walked to the two open bedroom doors, taking a glance at Tiffany sleeping peacefully. Throwing his hand up in a wave toward Andrea and Jackie as they sat in the other bedroom playing games on their phones, he turned and moved back to the living area of their suite. Plopping down on the sofa, he scrubbed his hand over his face in frustration. I need to be picking up Walker and Ms. Baxter, not being alone with three teenage girls! He took his responsibilities seriously but could not help but feel awkward at the situation.
A knock on the door jolted him from his musings, and he stood. Throwing open the door, he turned and said, “You can go ahead and take the trays down now, and we’ve marked our breakfast choices for in the morning.”
“Well, hell, Flyboy. If that isn’t just the kind of greeting a girl wants to get!”
His head flew around so quickly he almost lost his balance. Staring in open-mouthed shock at the slender, dark-haired woman standing in the doorway, for once he was almost speechless, only able to mutter, “Babs?”
Cocking her head to the side, Babs planted her hands on her hips and quipped, “Have you been drinking?”
Snapping his mouth shut, he groused, “Of course I haven’t been drinking!”
He heard a noise behind him and heard, “Mr. Drew? Is everything okay?”
He stared at Babs as she lifted an eyebrow and asked, “Are you going to ask me in?”
Blinking, he stepped back, saying softly so that only she would hear, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He watched as she stepped into the room, her dark pants molded to her legs and ass, and still could not believe she was standing there. She marched over to Jackie, with her hand stretched out and a wide smile on her face.
“Hi. I’m Barbara but known as Babs to all my friends. I work with Drew, and our boss thought that since you were separated from your chaperone, you could use another female around here.”
He watched as Jackie and Andrea came forward, shook Babs’ hand, and glanced up toward him. Wanting to put them at ease, he reiterated, “Since we’re stuck here for the night, it’s best if there’s another female chaperone.”
The girls appeared to understand and led Babs into Tiffany’s room to check on her. Now that Babs was here to act as a stand-in chaperone, relief flooded him. Dropping his chin to his chest, he stared at his boots for a moment, feeling as though he could finally suck in a deep breath and not choke on it. He had no idea how long he stood there until a pair of black, heeled boots were standing right in front of his feet.
Lifting his head slowly, he allowed himself the pleasure of close observation of Babs’ legs and hips, narrow waist, and firm, pert breasts encased in a dark green T-shirt.
“You ever going to get your eyes up on my face?” she asked.
He glanced over her shoulder, glad that the girls were still in Tiffany’s room, and grinned as he met her gaze. “You wouldn’t begrudge a man a long drink of water if he’s been in the desert, now would you?”
“You drama queen,” Babs laughed. “You just saw me yesterday!”
“Well, it feels like a lot longer.”
She shook her head at him as though he was an errant child and then glanced back toward Tiffany’s room. “Have you checked in?”
“I was going to do that but was waiting until the girls went to sleep first. With you here now, I’ll step outside and give ‘em a call.
Nodding, she said, “Go do what you gotta do, Flyboy. I’ll watch after the girls.”
He moved to the door as she walked toward the bedrooms. He called over his shoulder, “Hey, Babs?” When she stopped and looked back at him, he grinned. “I’m glad you’re here.”
With a wink, she headed into Tiffany’s room. With his heart much lighter, he stepped outside, pulling up his phone.
Ten minutes later, he stepped back into the suite, his gaze immediately going to Andrea and Jackie’s door, hearing Babs’ laughter as she said goodnight to the girls. His breath trapped in his lungs as a strange sensation passed through him. Something different. Undefinable. And yet, so right.
He watched her sometimes when she was joking with the others and hoped no one noticed. Occasionally, he caught her looking at him but had no idea if there was something there or if she was treating him differently. Blinking, he broke the spell of his musings as he heard her approach.
As she walked back into the living area, she lifted her gaze to his and time stood still. No quips. No jokes. Just that unidentifiable emotion that seemed to be binding them together across the distance of the room.
Neither spoke for a moment, until both swallowed nervously, breaking the spell.
“Tiffany’s fine, resting peacefully. Andrea and Jackie are going to bed. I think they’re exhausted, so hopefully, they’ll sleep well.”
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��Good, good,” he muttered, foolishly trying to remember what he was going to say.
“Did you talk to Mace?”
Nodding, he forced his mind back to the task and said, “Yeah. Complete change of plans.” Nodding his head toward the sofa, he indicated for her to sit. Following, he sat in one of the chairs facing her on the sofa. "Walker and Ms. Baxter are safe, and with the news that Tiffany needs continued medical care, they both suggested that I get the girls back to the States first thing in the morning. With you along, that means as soon as I get the four of you to Florida, you can take charge of the girls until they’re reunited with their parents, and I can focus on getting back here. That’ll also give Walker a chance to get to an airfield."
Babs’ face gentled in a smile, and she said, “No problem. I’ll take care of the girls and you can come back and finish the mission.”
He glanced down at the sofa she was sitting on and said, “You can sleep there, and I’ll—”
“Don’t worry about it, Flyboy. Tiffany takes up very little of a king-sized bed, and I can lay on one side. That way I’ll be close in case she needs anything during the night." Nodding down at the sofa, she said, “So you get the sofa.” Grinning, she stood and walked toward Tiffany’s bedroom, stopping when he called out.
“Babs." As she stared back at him, he hesitated, suddenly unsure of what he wanted to say. “Uh…thanks for coming. It means a lot that you volunteered to do this.”
A soft smile barely curved her lips, and she whispered, “Don’t you know? I do anything for…” she swallowed audibly before finishing, “the Keepers.”
As she left the room, he flopped back in his seat, his breath rushing from his lungs in an audible whoosh. He stared after her for a moment, rubbing his chest. He wondered what she meant, and the more he thought about it, wished what she had actually said was that she would do anything for him.
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