Chapter Two #3
We got off the subway, entered the hotel, and went upstairs. The suitcases for the trip were on the bed, our skiing gear against the wall.
“The job did go well, didn’t it?” I asked as I sat on the couch. Taking out my rifle, I cleaned it.
“The police got there sooner than expected, but yes, it went well and we were already paid. I’ll transfer you your share.” Saoirse carefully did the same, though she sat at the desk. “Did you call him for a ride?”
Carlos knowing what we did made her a little uncomfortable. But he’d known from the start. He’d been in Quebec for his teammate’s wedding. I’d been at the same venue for my friend’s mating party.
Somehow their group was aware that the other party was mafia-affiliated, and the omega was an assassin. He’d asked me straight-away if I was one. Eventually, I said yes, not thinking he’d believe me.
After all, I was a five-foot-one redheaded omega and on the thick and curvy side. Not the stereotypical idea of an assassin.
He also didn’t care–and more importantly, unlike a lot of alphas, he wasn’t threatened by my skillset. Nor did he want to exploit it. Carlos actually thought it was interesting.
“No. He asked where I was, I told him, and he had me meet him in the garage. The route for the race went through it. Carlos is just lucky like that.” I checked my rifle carefully.
Frowning, Saoirse thought for a moment. “Perhaps he saw me running across the street? They had the crossings disabled. I hopped the barriers, not wanting to waste time going around. I didn’t anticipate how fast the cars were going.”
“You ran across a street in the middle of a high-speed street race?” I gave her a hard look. “You’re not invincible, Love.”
A grin played across her kissable lips. “Oh, I am.”
I threw a pillow at her. “What would I do without you? No, really?”
Her grin widened. “You’d be in your jammies ordering takeout, surrounded by dirty clothes and plushies?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I… I really like Carlos. He makes me feel special and fizzy in a way all those alphas my fathers introduce me to never do. Carlos likes me back, right? It’s so hard to tell.” I put my rifle away in the backpack.
Saoirse’s cousins would bring them back to our place in Boston. Her twin cousins made us gadgets and did a lot of intelligence gathering and recon for us. She didn’t talk to anyone else in her family besides them, her brother, and her grandfathers.
“Like you? I think he loves you.” Her voice went soft. “He’s a nice guy who supports your career, puts you first, and is absolutely not what your dads want for you.”
Oh no, I’d lost my little pink bunny charm on my backpack someplace. Oh well. I could get a new one.
Saoirse kissed me. “We should probably shower and finish packing.”
I yawned. “Why is the flight in the middle of the night and not at midnight, or at the ass-crack of dawn like normal?”
“Does this mean you don’t want to go?” she teased.
“Of course I do. You have to come so we can ski, party, and you can meet BroKen.” I shoved her.
She shook her head. “I don’t need to meet BroKen.”
“I think you do,” I joked.
“If we’re going to shower, we probably should do that.” Saoirse looked at the clock, then tugged me into the bathroom.
“You just want to see me naked.” Laughing, I removed my shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
“Always.” She unhooked my bra, letting the girls spring free.
Ahhh, there was nothing quite like taking off your bra after a long day.
Saoirse turned on the water to the shower and both of us finished stripping. I stepped in.
“You are so beautiful, and you did such a good job tonight.” Saoirse’s arms wrapped around me from behind.
“Hopefully, it will mean something, and someone won’t just slither in to take his place,” I replied.
“Well, that’s not for us to worry about. We did our job.” She leaned down and kissed me.
Turning to face her, I pressed my lips to hers hungrily, wanting release, our scents filling the shower. She had an athletic build, and my hand squeezed her muscular ass.
I had a thing for muscular asses.
“Mmmm, someone is needy tonight,” she murmured, continuing to kiss me, one hand reaching around to touch me.
“Please, Love. Please?” Leaning into her, I arched my back a little, moaning as she hit a good spot.
One hand still on her ass, my other hand caressed her just the way she liked. The warm water rained down on me as I lost myself in the way she made me feel–and doing the same for her.
“Right there,” she whispered, as my fingers went a little faster.
Hungrily, needily, we brought each other to our peaks. Panting lightly, I rested my head on her chest–she was quite tall, even for a delta. My arms squished her to me.
“Mmmm, that was lovely.” She kissed me again.
“Just what I needed.” I smiled at her.
“We should finish showering. Especially if you want to dry your hair.” Grabbing the shower gel, she lathered me up.
“I love it when you do that.” I kissed her again.
“Focus, or I’m going to throw you in bed and we’ll miss the flight.” She laughed.
I sighed. “Promises, promises. But I don’t want to miss it.”
After all, maybe Carlos was right, and Saoirse would get to meet BroKen.