Chapter 15 #4
He awkwardly reached around and tried to manipulate her clit once more, but Gillian moved her arm down, shoving his fingers out of the way as she began to finger herself.
She liked this position because she could reach her clit without any issue, and she could also use her other hand to caress Walker every time he pulled out of her soaking sheath.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy, make yourself come, Gilly,” he croaked. “I want to feel you explode around my cock.”
More turned on than she’d ever been in her life, Gillian buried her head into the mattress and inhaled Walker’s scent into her lungs as she frantically worked herself up to another orgasm.
“That’s it. I can feel you tightening around me. Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer. Hurry, sweetheart.”
Feeling his urgency, Gillian did her best to obey. She was on the edge when she felt him spread her cheeks and press his thumb against her ass. He didn’t penetrate her there, but the carnality of his touch had her hurtling over the edge before she had time to prepare.
“Yessss,” Walker hissed as every muscle in her body clenched.
He thrust into her twice more, then pulled her hips hard against his and grunted and groaned as he finally orgasmed.
For a second, Gillian thought she’d gone blind, but eventually her sight returned and she realized she still had her face buried into the mattress.
She turned her head and took a deep breath.
Her chest was heaving in and out and her ass was still up in the air.
Walker’s cock was still deep inside her body, and he was holding her so tightly she had a feeling she’d have little finger-size bruises on her hips in the morning.
“Fuck,” Walker whispered. “You killed me.”
Gillian couldn’t help it. She giggled. The movement made Walker’s now soft cock slip out of her body, and they both moaned.
He helped her roll onto her side then pulled the sheet up and over her. “Stay right there. Don’t move,” he ordered.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” she mumbled.
Walker’s weight left the bed and she figured he was going to take care of the condom. He was back within seconds, climbing under the sheet with her and pulling her against him. Gillian rested her cheek against his chest and lifted one thigh to rest over his.
“I meant it,” Walker said after a long moment.
“Meant what?”
“You’re mine now. I’m not going back to sleeping chastely on the couch anymore.”
“Okay.”
“And if you thought I was protective and annoying before with my warnings to be careful, you’re probably going to be unpleasantly surprised at how intense I can be about your safety from here on out.”
Gillian didn’t even tense. “Okay.”
“I’m serious, Di. You’re strong as fuck and independent to boot, but no more driving up here in the middle of the night. I want you to text me whenever you leave your apartment and when you get home.”
“Are you going to start telling me who I can spend my time with and what I’m allowed to do when I’m not with you?” Gillian asked.
“No.”
“Then I’m okay with you wanting to know I’m safe.”
She felt him let out a long breath. Picking up her head, she looked him in the eyes.
“I won’t let you take control of my life.
I’m still going to hang out with Ann, Wendy, and Clarissa.
I’m still going to run my business the way I see fit.
But I’ve waited forever to find you, Walker.
I don’t mind that you want me safe. That you worry about me.
I’m okay with you coming to the events I plan when you can.
I like having you by my side. You being concerned about me feels good.
Just don’t turn it into a controlling thing, and I’m okay with it. ”
“I don’t want to control you,” Walker said immediately, running his hand over her head.
“But I know the evil that’s out there. And the thought of it touching you makes me crazy.
Somehow you still have this innocence about you, despite what happened in Venezuela, that I want to protect.
I don’t want anything else to happen to you. Ever.”
Gillian put her head back on his chest. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Walker agreed.
Gillian knew it was only like four-thirty in the afternoon, but she was exhausted. She hadn’t slept well last night after her impromptu trip up to Walker’s apartment. And the two orgasms she’d just experienced had blown any desire to get up and do anything to smithereens.
“Tired,” she whispered.
“Then sleep,” Walker told her.
“Do we need to do anything?”
“No.”
“Walker?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’m glad you’re home.”
She felt him smile against her head. “Me too. Now shut up and take a nap. I haven’t had nearly enough of you, and you still need to examine me from head to toe to make sure I’m not injured anywhere besides my side.”
Gillian huffed out a breath. “I’m going to regret agreeing to that, aren’t I?”
“Never,” Walker promised.
Gillian wanted to talk some more. Wanted to ask how the other guys were and if they had been hurt as well. She wanted to ask what came next with them, how they were going to make this semi-long-distance relationship work, but she was too tired.
One second she was thinking that it didn’t feel weird at all to be completely naked in bed with Walker, and the next she was fast asleep.
“She knows, and she’s talking to the Feds,” the mysterious seventh hijacker told Alfredo Salazar.
Salazar was the son of one of the leaders of the Sinaloa Cartel.
His father had sent him to Texas when he was ten years old to learn the business and to eventually run the operation from the other side of the border.
He was now twenty-five, and one of the most feared men in the Austin area.
Salazar was in charge of millions of dollars’ worth of meth and cocaine that was delivered from Mexico.
It was his job to distribute it around Texas, and up into the rest of the country as well.
He was as ruthless as his father and didn’t tolerate any threat to his business.
He was at the top of the pile when it came to the US operations.
He also kept a close eye on the lieutenants, hitmen, and falcons under him.
He had lieutenants who were ultimately responsible for supervising the hitmen and falcons, who could also carry out some low-profile executions without his permission, but nothing happened in his organization without Salazar’s knowledge.
The hitmen were important to the operation because they were the security for the cartel. Their main task was to defend their turf from rival groups, police, and the military. They stole, kidnapped, extorted, and assassinated where necessary to keep the cartel running smoothly.
The falcons were at the bottom of the cartel hierarchy. They were the eyes and ears for the gang and reported back to the hitmen and lieutenants the activities of their rivals, police, and others who were actively working against them.
Salazar didn’t usually communicate with falcons directly, he had lieutenants who listened to their grievances and dealt with their issues. But today, he’d agreed to meet with this particular falcon because of what had happened a few months ago in Venezuela.
“Are you sure?” Salazar asked.
“Positive. She had a meeting in Austin with that pain-in-our-ass DEA asshole Calum Branch, and some FBI shithead as well. She was there at least four hours. They’re already trying to crack down on our operation here in Austin because of what happened in Venezuela.
The last thing we need is that bitch telling them anything else. ”
Salazar leaned back in his chair and eyed the low-level minion in front of him.
He hadn’t been opposed to the hijacking scheme because it was a means to an end.
Namely, getting rid of Hugo Lamas, who’d been a pain in his father’s ass way before he’d been thrown in jail.
The Sinaloa Cartel hated the Cartel of the Suns.
And anytime they could take out one of those assholes was a good day.
It was unfortunate that they’d lost six of their own in the process, but he’d had a hand in personally picking the men who’d carried out the hijacking.
He’d chosen them because they were expendable.
He didn’t mourn their deaths, but he didn’t want any more of their brethren to die as a result either.
Their deaths were honorable, but their sacrifice shouldn’t bring negative attention to the cartel.
If Sinaloa had additional pressure put on their operation here in Austin, it wouldn’t be good. They were already losing too much product because of crackdowns at the border, and he couldn’t afford to lose any more.
“Bring her to me,” Salazar told the only member of the group to survive the hijacking. “I’ll figure out what she knows…and if she needs to die.”
“But I can take her out easily. One tap to the head and she won’t be an issue anymore,” the falcon protested.
Salazar raised one eyebrow. “Are you disagreeing with my order?” he asked in a deadly even tone.
“No, of course not.”
“Good. Then go get her and bring her here. I want to talk to this bitch myself. I’ll find out what she told the Feds.
If she needs to disappear for good, I’ll make the order for that to happen.
” He leaned forward and pinned the falcon with a deadly gaze.
“You aren’t a hitman. I’m giving you this task as a reward for your loyalty, and because of the good job you did in fooling everyone in Venezuela.
But when Gillian Romano is standing in front of me, I expect her to be unharmed. Understand me?” His threat was clear.
The falcon grimaced, but nodded. “Si, Senor.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out.”
Salazar had forgotten about the falcon as soon as the door to his office closed. He had more important things to worry about than one fucking woman. Like the twenty-five-million-dollar shipment of cocaine that was supposed to arrive that afternoon.