Chapter 39
Andrea’s hands shook as she went up to the registration desk of the Hotel Baker.
She had changed into one of the outfits she’d gotten to pretend to be Holly, though she wore her flat shoes instead of heels.
She was saving that for tomorrow when actually facing one of Holly’s clients.
Andrea didn’t want to risk falling flat on her face in front of the hotel.
She wasn’t worried about her reservation but knowing if the buyer was already there. She had to force herself not to look around and see if anyone was watching her.
“How can I help you?” the concierge asked. He was a middle-aged-looking man with a comb-over and a thick beard that was more grey than brown.
“I have a reservation. Holly Carroll.” Andrea wasn’t sure if Holly had ever changed her last name, but it was the one Barry had put the reservation under.
The concierge typed on his computer. “There you are. Two nights with us.” He handed her a key card. “Room 304.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled and took her card.
Once again, she had to resist looking around. Think like Holly.
She held her head up high, pretending she didn’t have a care in the world, especially the fact her boobs were practically hanging out. It was still a more modest choice than her sister would have opted for, but it was close enough.
It took two tries to get her key card in the slot and open the door. She set her bag down that one of the guys had given her and called Jack, not paying much attention to her standard room of a bed, dresser, nightstand, and bathroom.
“Did you make it into the room?” was the first thing he asked.
“Yeah, 304.”
“I’ll be up in a few minutes.” He hung up.
Andrea paced the small room until a few minutes later, there was a knock.
“Andrea, it’s me,” she heard Jack’s muffled voice from the other side.
She opened the door a few inches, and Jack slid inside, and then she shut and latched the door behind him. She turned to face him and was immediately wrapped in his arms.
“You’re doing beautifully, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, his fingers stroking through her hair.
Andrea burrowed into his chest, needing his strength. Why had she thought she could this? And she hadn’t done anything more than check in.
“Have you guys noticed anyone suspicious?”
“Not yet, but Barry is monitoring the security. He has access to their computers as well, so he can see the guest list. He’s running them through the database to see if we get a hit.”
Andrea pulled back to look at him. “You think the buyer is a guest here?” She had wondered, but if the guys suspected, did he already know she wasn’t Holly? Had they even met? There were so many things that could go wrong with this plan.
“We’re checking every lead.”
“Okay, now what?” Did they just sit and wait like a stakeout or what?
“The buy isn’t until tomorrow afternoon. I’m going to meet up with guys and survey the conference room. Beyond that, we lay low until it’s time for the buy. Have you heard from the buyer?” he asked as if it were an afterthought.
“No, Holly’s phone has been quiet.” She opened the phone, but there were no new notifications. “What if Carlos finds us?”
“Stop worrying so much. Everything is going to be fine. Have some trust.”
“I just can’t relax.” She was so nervous, and her mind was going a million miles a second with everything that could go wrong.
“Do I need to help with that?” Jack’s voice turned deep and husky which sent coils of heat to her core.
“How?” she inquired, though she had a pretty good idea. She didn’t know how they could be thinking about sex right now.
“I can be pretty inventive.” He pulled her toward the bed.
“What if a neighbor hears us?” They were in a hotel with thin walls. This wasn’t like one of their houses where the neighbors were further apart.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.” He gently pushed against her chest, and she fell back on the bed. The material felt rough on her skin.
Andrea knew she should say stop. That they needed a better plan, but already he was helping distract her and make her relax.
She needed to trust him and his team to get the job done.
So why not enjoy his attention? Who knew how much longer they had to enjoy this?
“Stop,” she said, knowing he liked this game.
She did too. It was like having all the control but at the same time, feeling helpless.
Jack’s eyes flared, making the blue sparkle. “Not the right word,” he husked before claiming her lips in a drugging kiss.
Andrea turned her head to the side to take a much-needed breath of air. “We shouldn’t.”
“I disagree,” he murmured, trailing a line of blazing kisses along her jaw to her ear. His tongue darted out and licked around the shell.
“Prove it,” Andrea husked, her head tilting back to give him access to her neck.
“With pleasure.” He traced back over her ear, stopping to pull the lobe between his teeth.
Andrea hissed as she felt the jolt straight to her core.
Her toes curled in the pleasure/pain. “First, we need to lose this.” He reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head.
Jack’s gaze turned hungry as he fixated on her bare breasts.
Andrea didn’t know if her sister went braless, but the top she’d chosen wouldn’t go with her bra, so she’d gone without.
“Are you just going to keep staring at them?” Her nipples pebbled under his watchful gaze as if daring him to sample them.
Feeling a boldness she’d never had before, Andrea reached up and cupped her own breasts. Kneading them and tweaking the nipples. It wasn’t as much a turn on as when Jack did it, but by the growing bulge in his pants, he would be taking over any moment.
As if he sensed her thoughts, Jack dropped to his knees and brushed her hands out of the way to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He laved the pert nipple with the flat of his tongue before suckling it like a babe. His hand came up and fondled her other breast.
A shudder wracked through her body as his callused thumb stroked over her nipple. His warm mouth sucked the other. Liquid heat pooled between her legs.
Andrea didn’t want to wait any more. “Take me.”
Jack suddenly surged to his feet and tore his clothes off with hurried abandonment. Andrea was just as eager. She tore her pants off and kicked her shoes free just as Jack removed the last of his clothing.
He stepped into her, and her arms eagerly wrapped around him as he dropped them to the bed in a tangle of limbs. Andrea reached between them and gripped his hard length, stroking him from stem to root.
“Fuck,” Jack hissed, his hips rocking into her hand.
A drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip that she smeared over the ruddy crown with her thumb.
“Turnabout is fair play,” Jack warned before he drove two fingers deep inside of her.
“Jack,” she squealed, her head tossed back as pleasure overrode her system. She spread her legs wider, giving him uninhibited access to her center as her hand continued to pump him.
They both seemed to be in a race to get the other off. Andrea came first when his fingers curled and stroked her hidden g-spot that only he had ever known existed. She had heard of the g-spot, but no other lover had found it before.
Jack pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. He was still rock hard in her hand. It was time to do something about that.
“Fuck me,” she husked, starting to draw him toward her center.
“I love that dirty little mouth of yours.” He claimed her lips in a swift yet brutal kiss before pushing up and away from her.
“What the hell?” she sputtered. Why was he leaving her?
“Condom,” was all he said as he dug through his clothes until he pulled out a square foil package.
“Hurry.” She scooted closer to the head of the bed and spread her legs, looking like a sacrifice.
Jack ripped the foil open with his teeth and sheathed his cock before climbing back on the bed. He pivoted his hips, grinding his cock along her sex without entering.
Andrea tried to pull him forward, but he seemed to be taking things at his own pace. Feeling impatient, Andrea bit down on his shoulder.
“Fuck.” Andrea knew it hadn’t been a painful bite but enough to get his attention.
“Yes, fuck me already.”
“So impatient,” he chuckled.
How he could have a sense of humor right now was beyond her. “Yes, now eeeh—” Her words ended in a squeal when his glorious cock suddenly impaled her.
Jack didn’t give her time to adjust, just pounded into her, uncaring that the headboard was slamming into the wall above them. Andrea suddenly didn’t care either as long as Jack didn’t slow down. The rest of the world could go fuck themselves as far as she was concerned.
Her orgasm was swift and brutal, quaking through her whole body. She screamed her climax, and she didn’t care who heard her.
Jack suddenly pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. He gripped her hips and pulled her up on her hands and knees, and then he was right back inside. He always felt bigger from this angle. Probably because of the deeper penetration. She loved it.
“I do love watching you come,” Jack panted behind her, before smacking her right ass cheek. Andrea groaned, feeling the heat spread from her cheek to her center. “But I love doing this too.” He smacked her other cheek and got the same result. “As do you.”
Andrea didn’t answer him. Right now, her mind had shut down, and all she could do was feel. She was getting close to coming. Again. Braced on one elbow, Andrea reached between her legs and rubbed her swollen nub, matching Jack’s pace.
Jack’s fingers turned to claws on her hips. “Fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of dick.”
She secretly loved when he talked dirty, though she didn’t think it was much of a secret since he did it so often and could feel the evidence of it like now.
Jack leaned over, his chest plastered to her back so he could whisper in her ear as his pace slowed. “Are you rubbing that clit of yours?” His tongue slid along her earlobe. “Are you making yourself come all over my cock?” His teeth clamped down on the lobe as her orgasm tore through her.
“Yes,” she groaned as her body shook with the force of it. She tried to bury her face in the comforter to block out the sound, but Jack didn’t let her.
He gripped a fistful of hair and lifted her slightly. “Oh no, you don’t. I want the neighbors hearing you when you come. Knowing I’m giving you pleasure they could only dream of.”
His words conjured up an image.
“Are you picturing them leaning their ears against the wall listening to us?”
“Yes,” she admitted, trying to turn her face away in shame, but Jack kept a firm grip.
“No shame. Men are beating off to the sounds of your pleasure. Women are jealous that you have such a lover and touching themselves.” His voice was deep and husky, wrapping around her like velvety dark chocolate.
Andrea gasped when Jack’s hand replaced hers on her clit and circled the nub slowly, seductively.
Andrea could see it as clear as day, and the image set her off again. Jack chuckled before it turned into a groan as his hips became jerkier. A few strokes later, he came with a grunt.
Andrea collapsed on the bed, feeling her energy drained. Jack left her long enough to dispose of the condom and brought her a washcloth to clean herself up before snuggling with her under the blanket.
“Do you think the neighbors heard us?” Now that the heat of the moment had passed, she wondered if anyone had heard them.
“They’d have to be deaf if they didn’t,” he replied, unabashed.
“Jack,” Andrea groaned in embarrassment and tried to cover her face with the blanket, but Jack pulled it away.
“Hey, there is no shame in what we did.”
“It’s not shame in what we did, but that so many heard me,” she argued as she tried to pull the blanket back, but he refused to release it.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said others were probably jealous. Rest.” He pulled her into his arms. Andrea gave up the fight. There was no sense since it was already said and done.
Andrea closed her eyes and felt her body begin to get heavy. She woke up sometime later. The room was bathed in a soft yellow glow from the bathroom light, but she could tell it was dark out, and the bed next to her was empty.
She spotted Jack standing near the window, peeking through the curtains fully dressed. He seemed to sense she was awake or heard her moving around. A soft smile bloomed on his lips.
“I need to check in with the guys and figure out placement, but I wanted to wait until you were awake to tell you.”
“Can I come with you?”
The smile fell, and Jack shook his head. “No, the less you know about where we are, the better. I don’t want to risk you looking and giving us away.”
That stung but made sense. She would probably be looking around for them. She would just have to be accept she’d only know they were there but not where. “Fine,” she sighed heavily, falling on her back and staring at the ceiling.
“What is it?” Jack asked, coming to sit on the side of the bed next to her. He took her hand in his and kissed the back of her knuckles.
“I’m just getting tired of sitting in this room.”
“I understand, but you have the most important job to do tomorrow. You’re almost done. One more day.”
“Alright, fine, whatever.” She did understand, but Andrea hated being idle. “Are you coming back afterward?” At least hanging out with him made her wait-time more tolerable. If she was left alone, she might go stir crazy.
“I will.”
“Okay, any chance you’ll bring back dinner?” Andrea hated being holed up in the room but didn’t want to risk being seen by someone. She didn’t know where everyone else was and didn’t want to compromise the mission wandering around.
“I can, or you can order room service.”
“Is that safe?”
“It will be fine. The buyer needs a trade not to pose as a server to kill you for it.” It was as if he had plucked that idea straight from her head. Maybe she did watch too many movies.
“Okay. Do you want anything?”
“Sure.”
“What do you want?”
“I’m not picky. Anything you get, just get two.” Jack checked his watch. “I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Andrea kissed him goodbye and ordered two cheeseburgers and fries with a Coke. Not her normal fare, but she was on a mini vacation, and this might be her last meal. Might as well enjoy it. She put on some PJs so as not to scare the waiter and flipped on the TV, hoping Jack wouldn’t be too long.