Chapter 17
There should be confetti in tires so when there’s a blow-out, it’s still kind of okay.
— Brecken to Shasha
SHASHA
I managed to stay the hell away from her for a total of seven hours.
In those seven hours, I was working, which was how I managed it for so long.
“The ship’s been located in the Pacific,” Daniil, my security expert, said without preamble. “I have ten of our own men and a hired army to land on them the moment they port. Or follow whatever boat comes out. We’re not breaching the ship as you instructed, though.”
“Good,” I said. “Call me with any updates you have.”
“Will do,” Daniil said and hung up.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and stared at the woman at the front desk, thinking about my instructions to Daniil in order not to think about why I was standing in a subpar hotel lobby.
I’d instructed Daniil not to breach the ship because of just how vast it was. There were so many places to hide and even more places to hole up and wait to ambush someone.
I was not interested in having any of my men die today because of something stupid I’d asked them to do.
No, the best strategy was to hope that Cayden was still okay and wasn’t being tortured, and they had an ulterior motive in taking him, not to just kill him.
The woman behind the desk looked at her watch, and I knew that she was about to head outside for her smoke break, leaving her station unattended for at least the next fifteen minutes.
I’d watched her do it four times now, and I knew that I should probably leave. But I couldn’t.
My body craved the woman with a ferocity that I was damn tired of fighting.
After today, having her in that office that Cayden used to clean his money, I realized that fighting this was futile.
That wasn’t going to stop me from trying, though.
Maybe she would get smart and tell me to fuck off.
Maybe she would offer up some resistance, and I would be able to get my composure back.
Or maybe…
I walked across the lobby the moment that the front desk clerk disappeared outside and around the corner.
My fingers went to work on the computer, and I nearly laughed when I saw the attendant’s login credentials written on a Post-it Note stuck to the computer.
Seeing no reason not to use the easy way, I logged in, then found what room Brecken was in.
It was, surprisingly, the biggest room they had available.
Unsurprisingly, the reason she had the biggest room was because she was sharing a suite with someone else.
Fuckin’ awesome.
Luckily, there were two rooms in the suite, and I wouldn’t be visiting her with someone in the room.
At least, that was what I thought.
When I used the keycard I’d made for myself to get in, I quietly walked through the dark entry and nearly cursed when it was so easy to get in.
There were fucking locks for a goddamn reason.
I’d have to reiterate how dangerous life was and that she needed to start taking better care of herself.
My eyes took in the multitude of bags that were on the floor in the living room and the poor excuse for a couch that was squeezed between a desk and the wall.
I peeked my head into the first room I saw—which wasn’t closed—and noted that there were two queen beds in the room.
Both of the beds were occupied.
Shit .
I walked into the room on silent feet and checked out both occupants, noting neither one was Brecken.
I walked out of the room just as quietly as I’d entered and went to the second door, this one luckily closed.
The second room’s door squeaked slightly when I opened it, and I cursed the intrusive noise.
Then I saw that in this room, there were also two beds. And again, both beds were occupied.
Goddammit.
My plans started to alter the moment that I stepped up to the first bed.
Another woman.
Not Brecken.
Completely out, and older.
I moved to the other bed, and there she was.
She was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else.
Her tiny tits were braless, and the tips of her nipples were visible through the gray fabric.
I pulled the bedspread down, revealing her panty-covered ass.
Boy shorts that barely covered her ass.
I ran my finger along the line of her panties, starting at her outer hip, and running along until her thighs touched on the inner edge.
She shifted, moving more onto her belly than her side, hiking one leg up and straightening the other.
My cock instantly went hard.
Not that it wasn’t already well on the way to hard after seeing her in a shirt and panties only.
“Mmmm,” she groaned in her sleep.
I glanced through the darkness to the bed beside me and realized that the woman was wearing earplugs.
I could see them glowing in the dark pressed into her ear.
Grin spreading wide at the sight, I turned back to the bed and studied the woman in front of me.
I knew what I should do—that was leave and never come back.
But what I should do, and what I did do, were two different things.
Shifting my cock into a more comfortable position in my sweatpants—clothes that I’d put on to blend into the background a little more—I tucked it into my waistband and slowly put a knee to the bed.
Brecken still didn’t move.
I knew she wouldn’t wake up.
I’d spent a lot of nights in her apartment the last couple of weeks.
And in those weeks, I’d realized that the woman could sleep through a bomb going off.
Which, in my opinion, wasn’t a good thing.
At least, any other time but now.
Today, though, I wanted to play.
I wanted to get her worked up.
I wanted to make her pussy weep.
I wanted her to be so worked up by the time she finally woke that she wouldn’t have a ‘no’ on the tip of her tongue.
I’d done this plenty of times—gotten into bed with her.
I hadn’t been able to stop myself.
This would be the first time that I was getting into bed with her with another person in the room, though.
Which had me slightly concerned.
But only in a way that would inconvenience me, not in a worried kind of way.
I didn’t give one single fuck if the old woman caught me.
What I did care about was having to stop once I started.
But still, there was no reward without risk.
Fingers grazing along the gusset of her panties, I watched her for any signs of waking.
The slight light peeking in through the curtains across the room allowed me to see quite a bit—and not enough.
But no matter, my fingers did the seeing for what my eyes couldn’t.
I moved the digits of my left hand down softly over the back of her underwear, fingers moving until they were on the hem where they slipped underneath.
My fingers delved through her folds then, pleasantly surprised to find her already wet.
Had she been thinking about me when she’d gone to bed?
Was this from our earlier encounter?
Questions assaulted me as I pressed forward with my fingers and sank my middle finger deep into her.
She shifted, pushing back slightly against my hand.
Continuing my assault of her pussy with my finger, I worked her slowly, hoping not to wake her quite yet.
The walls of her sex felt like hot silk against my rough finger, and I wanted nothing more but to give her my cock.
She shifted against my hand then, turning all the way over onto her stomach and spreading her thighs.
I pulled my finger free and brought it to my lips, licking my finger clean.
The sweet taste of her pussy on my taste buds will forever be embedded in my memory.
Cock now hard as fuck and protruding well over my waistband, I shifted slightly and hooked my fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs in slow increments.
When she was free, I stuffed her panties into my pocket and climbed onto the bed to straddle her.
Pushing the waistband of my sweatpants down, I lowered myself until I was in a slight plank position above her and slowly worked my cock against her wet folds.
Soon my dick was drenched in her juices, and the next thing I knew, I was lining my cock head up at her entrance.
Knowing this would definitely wake her, I moved until my arm was around her and cupped her mouth with my hand.
Then I sank into her pussy, one slow inch at a time.
She woke when I was a quarter of the way in with a start.
I leaned into her when she started to struggle, whispering in her ear. “This is the last fucking time, I swear to God.”
She instantly calmed, her body going lax underneath mine.
The freakout, however, caused me to slip fully inside of her, giving her all of my inches a lot faster than I’d intended.
I made sure to still allow her to accommodate to my size.
When she started to lift her ass, encouraging me, I removed my hand from her mouth, latched onto her hair, and slowly moved inside of her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered into her ear. “Does it make you wet to know that we might be caught?”
She stiffened, having just now realized that she wasn’t alone in the room.
“Think the old lady will wake up and see you getting fucked?” I asked.
She quivered underneath me, causing me to smile.
“Could take you into the bathroom, I guess,” I offered. “Or the living room. There’s a sofa there.”
She clenched her pussy on my cock, and I wasn’t sure which way she was leaning.
But fuck, I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.
She felt too good.
“I’ll fuck you here first,” I said. “Then we’ll head to the bathroom where I can fuck you with the light on so I can see your face.”
She let out a shaky breath.
“So pretty,” I whispered in a barely-there voice. “How close are you, baby?”
“C-close,” she admitted, her voice so soft that I almost didn’t hear her.
“Shove your hand underneath you and touch your clit,” I breathed against her ear.
She started to, but when she lifted herself up just a bit more, the angle changed in the way I was fucking her, and a small cry fell from her lips.
I once again took control of her mouth, covering it with my hand, and ground deep into her.
I fucking hated that I couldn’t move how I wanted.
Maybe I’d go get a room where I could fuck her the rest of the night…
She came.
The way her pussy clenched around my cock caused me to follow in her wake, filling her up with my seed.
Hot splashes of my come filled her deep, and a grunt left my lips with each spurt.
“Fuck,” I whispered hoarsely against her. “Fuck, baby.”
She continued to clench around me for long moments, and just when I was about to move away from her, give her some space to breathe, the bed beside me creaked, indicating the older woman was waking up.
Sheets shifted, an arm raised, and then the old woman was getting out of the bed, heading toward the en suite bathroom.
I watched her close the door quietly, and no light turned on, indicating she was trying to be considerate of the woman that was most definitely not sleeping in the bed beside hers.
I pulled out slowly, then stood.
My underwear went back into place, followed by my sweatpants as I backed deeper into the shadows.
The door across the room opened, the older woman shuffled back to bed, and then she climbed in, covering herself with the bedspread once again.
I heard more shuffling from outside the room, and I glanced at my watch.
What, did all these women have to wake up with each other at the same fucking time?
They were ruining the plans that I’d had for the woman now sitting up in the bed staring at me, wondering what I’d do next.
With reluctance, I headed for the door.
I peeked out, my gaze taking everything in as I studied the empty outer room.
No movement.
But I could still hear movement in the other room, indicating someone was up and moving around.
I took one last look over my shoulder at the woman who was looking disappointed yet satisfied in the bed behind me and left.