24. Elena
24
ELENA
M y eyes fly open as I feel my leg being lifted and slid over a thigh. How can I still be feeling this turned on after he has blown my mind so many times? I feel the tip of his thick cock against my entrance, his fingers dig into my hip, and with one long thrust, he is deep inside me. I arch my back and wrap my arm around his neck behind me as he whispers the filthiest things into my ear. Who knew this lurked underneath all that gruffness? A hand snakes between my legs as he continues to fuck me, and thick fingers circle my clit that can’t seem to get enough of the friction. It doesn’t take long until he is making my legs quiver as he pushes me over the edge again and again. Now that he knows that I can handle more, the masochist pushes me to come again, his finger never letting up as he moves his hips into a new position that hits deeper, further, and turns my insides into putty. I let him take what he wants because he continues to turn me into a puddle until he taps my hip, pulls out, grunts, and comes all over my ass and back. It’s filthy, dirty, and so fucking hot.
“Let me clean you up.” He groans, rolling over and grabbing a spare T-shirt which he uses to clean me up before jumping into bed.
“Guess it’s morning,” I say, staring out the window at the rising sun.
“Guess it is,” he says, lying beside me.
“It’s going to suck not fucking you again,” I tell him honestly.
“It’s going to suck not fucking you again, either. But you will have Manuel to keep you company,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Manuel likes to be dominated, so it should be easy to get what I need from him.”
“I guess so.” He shrugs.
“Doesn’t matter how bad he was, I was always going to fuck him. I need him to invite me to the party.”
“I could add you as my plus one,” Nash states.
I raise a brow. “You’re going to fuck that girl again to add me to your table?”
“If I have to,” he answers.
My eyes narrow and I don’t think I like that idea. “No. I need Manuel to invite me to the after-party that occurs when the fundraising is over. Where they bring out the girls for the bigger donors.”
“Why would he take you to that?” he questions me.
“Because I’m going to show him how freaky I am. Remember Manuel’s job is to recruit new girls, he tests them out and breaks them in for the cartel to use,” I explain.
“And you think he’s recruiting you? He might be looking for a mistress,” Nash states.
“You think they don’t share mistresses? I’ve been used to procure favors by the men I’ve been dating. The differences between the Russians and the Mexicans are subtle. The way they treat their women is universal.”
His brows pull together and I can see he is thinking the entire situation over. “What happens if he does neither of these things?”
“Then I guess I’m going to have to rely on your cock to get me a ticket.”
“I’m your Plan C?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Glad to be of service,” he answers grumpily.
I roll over and look at him. I hate how handsome he is with his square jaw, buzz cut, and tanned skin. He notices me looking and those green eyes shift to where I am. Reaching out, I lightly run my fingers over his hard chest. “I hate sounding like a broken record, but trust me, Nash. I have been doing these kinds of missions for the past four years. They may be different people, but, in the end, men are all the same. They think with their dicks, not their heads.”
He gives me a small smile. “You’re right. But you’re going to have to deal with me being protective, it’s what I was trained for in the military. I look after the people I care about.”
His words hit me. “You care about me?”
“Brooks asked me to make sure nothing happened to you, and I guess I’m still used to taking his orders,” he says.
Oh. Yeah. Of course. That.
“I’m going to go for a run and clear my head for tonight.”
“Want company?” he asks.
“You want to come for a run?” He shrugs. “You’re not one of those clingy men who, after having great sex, don’t take the hint?”
“Great sex?” he questions me. “Geez, guess I’d better up my skills if I’m only performing greatly.” He smirks. I glare at him. “If you want to run alone, that’s fine.”
My eyes narrow on him, noticing the tonal difference. “Is this you being protective?” He shrugs. “If you say it’s because I’m a woman and I shouldn’t run alone, I just found the fifty-first way to kill you,” I warn.
“No. That’s not at all what I was thinking. You’re a beautiful woman, and sometimes beautiful women go missing in Mexico, and it would suck if you were one of them.”
Aw, that’s so cute, he’s worried about me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man worry about my safety before, it’s nice.
“That is valid, and I appreciate the concern. I can look after myself, but I am not familiar with the area, so I don’t need to stumble into trouble when I don’t need to. So, yes, if you would like to join me, that would be fine. I’m used to doing things by myself. Might be nice to have company for once.”
“So am I.” He grins as he throws the covers off and stands up naked as the day he was born. Damn, he’s hot. I take him fully in, my eyes traveling down the deep V of his hips, past the suntan line from his board shorts, down between his thick thighs to his semi-hard cock that hangs nicely. It really is pretty. Are dicks pretty? I’m not sure. Maybe I should ask Mackenzie, she’s the doctor.
“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to have to fucking use it, again.” Nash smirks.
“Fine, let me clean up and meet you out the front in ten?” I tell him as I slide out of his bed. His eyes land on my naked body as I confidently walk out of his room and toward mine. I jump into the shower and clean myself off before grabbing a pair of leggings, my sports bra, and trainers. I slide my phone into my pocket, then tie my hair up into a ponytail, and head out to the front, where I start stretching. Moments later, Nash is out with just a pair of board shorts on and no shoes.
“Where are your shoes?” I ask him.
“We’re running on the sand, you won’t need them.” He motions toward my trainers. He’s right, I take a seat to take them off, and stand again. “Ready?” He grins.
“You’re no competition for me, old man,” I tease.
“I’m not that fucking old. Jesus.”
“Thirteen years is a bit.” I smirk as we take off and head toward the beach.
“Fuck, you’re only twenty-four. Shit, yeah, I am old.” He groans as he runs beside me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you.”
“You’re too skinny to last long,” he bites back.
“Watch me.” I smirk, I’m used to running three miles most days. We make it to the beach and instantly sink into the sand as we run, ew, this is going to need more endurance today as we slowly make it through the soft stuff till we get to the firmer sand that is closer to the water. “It’s beautiful here.” I stare out across the aqua water, the bright white sand and the pink streaks of light of the sunrise give everything a warm glow.
“There are worse places,” Nash states.
He’s not wrong. “Have you always wanted to own a beach bar in Mexico?” I ask him.
He chuckles beside me. “No, but after spending a decade in the Middle East, I was sick of the fucking desert. A friend suggested some security work here and that’s how I ended up in Mexico. Unfortunately, an incident dancing on a bar top blew my knee out ending my security career. So, I thought I’d open a bar instead.”
“Um, I feel like that’s a story you need to elaborate on more.” I giggle.
He lets out a gruff sigh. “There’s no story. I lost at a game of poker. Loser had to perform a Magic Mike routine on the bar. And if I was going to get up there and make a fool of myself, I was going to give the crowd the best show ever. And I did. I may have got into it a little too much, and the next thing I know, I’m falling off the bar because my knee decides that’s the moment to shit itself.” I can’t contain my laughter. “It’s not fucking funny,” he grumbles as he continues to jog beside me.
“It’s not.” I try to keep my laughter to the bare minimum, but I’m failing. “Now I want to see this routine.” He turns and glares at me. “Do you do private shows?” I tease. He flips me off. “I bet you have the moves.” He shakes his head as he continues to run, ignoring my teasing.
“Not like you can dance judging by your moves on the bar last night,” he teases.
I’m quiet for a moment. I hate thinking about what I lost all those years ago. “I was training to become a ballerina before all this.”
“A ballerina?” he questions.
“Yes, and I was good. It was always my escape plan to get out of Russia. I had high hopes in coming to America and creating a new life for myself away from my family’s world.”
“You never wanted to be in the Bratva?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Never.” I let out a small huff. “Ironic isn’t it that the one thing I never wanted for myself has turned into my entire world? Guess sometimes you can’t escape who you were always meant to be.”
“You can’t think you were meant for this life, Ellie?” he asks.
“Doesn’t matter. I have no choice now.”
We continue running in silence.
“May I ask how you ended up where you are or is that on a need-to-know basis?” he asks.
I slow my steps, stop for a moment, and stare out over the turquoise water. “I thought we had made it. That all our dreams were coming true when we were offered a full-ride scholarship to New York to study at Julliard to become ballerinas.”
“We?” he questions me.
“Anna and I.” His brows pull together and I can see on his face he is trying to work out if he has heard me talk about Anna before. I haven’t. It’s like a piece of my heart is missing. “Anna was like a sister to me. We did everything together ever since we were born. When we got the scholarship, we thought it was the start of a new life, a safe one, away from the world we lived in, that was controlled by the Bratva. What we didn’t know was the scholarship was a ruse by the government to get us out of Russia and away from our families so they could blackmail us into helping them. We didn’t know that we were never going to get a chance to live out our dreams. My life was always destined to be this.”
“You believe it was a setup?” he questions.
“I don’t have to believe it was. They told me when they took us. That was the first time I had died. They made our families believe we had drowned in the ocean at a college party.” Nash looks at me. “They took us to some underground base and separated us for days to disorientate us. We were then given an impossible choice to either become honey traps for the government or watch them put our families and us behind bars for the rest of our lives. We took what we thought was the right option at eighteen. If I could go back in time, I’d choose jail over this life.”
“You’d choose being locked up behind bars?” he asks, shocked over my confession.
“This life has bars, too, they’re just invisible.” We both remain silent as we stare out over the ocean.
“You spoke about Anna in the past tense, did something happen to her?” Nash asks carefully.
“I don’t know what happened to her.”
His brows crease together.
“When was the last time you saw Anna, then?”
“She went on our last training mission and never came home. I have no idea what happened other than she was sent deep undercover and that it was on a need-to-know basis where she was,” I explain.
“And over the years you never ran into her? Never heard about her?”
“Nothing. She vanished. I’ve searched every last bit of Europe, and she’s not there. I don’t think she’s in the States. She could be in Asia or maybe South America, that wasn’t my area of expertise.”
“But you speak Spanish fluently.”
“I was based in Spain for a bit, and I like languages. I can speak French, Italian, German, Dutch, and Russian also. It comes in handy,” I say with a shrug.
“Do you think she could be here? Is that why you are pushing hard to get inside?” Nash asks.
“No. I’m pushing to find Pearl. I owe her, her freedom. All those years of being on the inside, I could have done something to help her, and I didn’t.”
“You said you didn’t know, though?”
“I didn’t. I honestly thought they were like me, but finding out the true horrors those women went through, I can’t live with that. I will hunt down every last jewel and make sure they get the future they deserve.”
Nash remains silent for a couple of moments, kicking the sand beneath his feet. “I get it,” he says quietly as we start to jog again, but this time, we continue in silence.