Quick & Dangerous, page 13
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out. “Not sure how much longer I can last.”
She squeezed his cock inside her as he found that sweet spot on her clit that made her leg spasm.
He could do this. He was a fucking Navy SEAL. He’d been tortured, burned, captured, wounded in the field, nearly blown up.
He. Could. Wait.
He. Would. Wait.
“Oh, God … Rob.” She craned her neck around and took his mouth, ramming her tongue inside just as she exploded around him. Her clit grew against his fingers, and her pussy pulsed around his cock as the ecstasy unfolded. She whimpered into his mouth, stilling when the orgasm reached its peak.
He couldn’t wait.
She was too much for him.
His querida.
His Skye.
Rob detonated inside her. Pleasure ripped through him as her body milked him, welcomed him, received him. He thought about pulling out mid-stream, but what was the point? She could have pulled away too. But instead she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as she pushed her body further onto his throbbing cock. She wanted this just as much as he did. Probably needed it as much too.
Their connection overwhelmed him. He’d had lovers and girlfriends over the years, but none whom he’d connected with so immediately, so deeply as he had with Skyler. Perhaps it was the circumstance they were in. There was nothing conventional about how they met. No date. No phone calls or flirty text messages. They’d been thrown into the viper’s pit essentially after their first handshake, and she either had to trust him or not. It was live or die. Sink or swim.
He felt her relax against him, and they broke the kiss. Rob opened his eyes to find her staring back at him, a small, sultry little smile on her pouty lips.
He slipped out. She reached for her bathing suit and slipped the bottoms on, followed by the top. “I’m going to go look for some … privacy.”
He grinned. “Sounds good. I’ll go look for some … privacy when you get back.”
She winked at him as she sashayed her delicately round hips away from him and into the small copse of palms.
Rob fell onto his back, tucked his hands behind his head, and stared up into the cloudless blue sky. Of all the jobs, of all the people, of all the women he could have been hired to find, he wound up with Skyler McAllister.
He shut his eyes when the morning glare became too much. But even with his eyes closed, all he could see was Skyler. Her smile, her eyes, her little nose ring.
She’d buried herself under his skin, and Rob wasn’t sure, when he got her safely to her brothers, that he’d be able to dig her back out and set her free.
The question was: Did he want to?
Chapter 12
Skyler
Skyler leaned her head back into the water. Her wet hair fell down her back, and her face tingled from the sun hitting her salty skin. She was lucky she’d been in tropical countries for the last several months—she had a decent base tan and didn’t seem to be burning. Rob was naturally tanned—thanks to his Latino roots—and didn’t appear to be getting scorched either. She’d have to have a bath in aloe vera when she got back to Gili Air, though. She already felt her skin getting tight from the salt water. What she would do for a palm full of moisturizer.
It was day two of being “shiplessly shipwrecked” as they called it, and she’d woken up sticky and sweaty. Rob had moved over to her bed the next night and took full advantage of their new proximity. He’d taken her hard before they fell asleep, and then again when they woke up. She wasn’t about to say no, because what was she, stupid? The man was a fucking god. But his big body, which seemed to retain heat like a copper pot, pressed up against hers, combined with the thrusting and gyrating was just too much. She broke out into a sweat, and when he rolled off her, she beelined it for the ocean.
While she was diving around like a selkie, Rob had pried his sexy ass off the bed and wandered back out to the rocky point to fish. They were eating their food sparingly, but eventually the coconuts would run out, and there didn’t seem to be any edible seaweed around.
She scanned the horizon. There weren’t any big, dark, gray rain clouds anywhere. Just wispy white ones that looked like the tail of a mare swishing across the bright blue sky.
They needed to find help soon. Really soon. With no rain and their coconut supply not well stocked, they’d be out of fresh water in a matter of days.
This was not going to be like The Blue Lagoon, where they made a life and raised a family here. No. The island wasn’t big enough for that. And Skyler didn’t have enough sanity for that.
Skyler swam around the water a bit longer. She’d brought her mask and snorkel with her and put them on, hoping to perhaps find something that they might be able to eat. She hated the idea of having to eat a living creature, but she hadn’t been running this long, changing her name and appearance, to let being stranded on a deserted island bring her down. She’d eat a whale shark if she had to.
Okay, maybe not a whale shark. Not her unicorn. But a titan triggerfish for sure. Those things were assholes anyway.
After a long, luxurious swim, she made her way back up to the beach. Rob was there, with what looked like six fish, the same species as before, gutted and skewered.
“You’re amazing!” She beamed, taking in his glistening torso as he propped the fish over the fire they’d kept going since that first day. It may not have been the wisest thing to keep the fire going all day and night, but they worried about not being able to start it again, and Rob figured even the small tendril of smoke that wormed its way up into the sky might draw the attention of boaters.
“Did you find anything we could eat?” he asked, wiping his hands on his shorts.
She shook her head with a pout. “No. And until I’m wasting away, I refuse to eat a turtle.”
“Fair enough.” He took a small sip from the coconut. “I’m going to go for a quick swim, cool off. Watch the fish, will ya?” He didn’t bother to wait for her reply, but instead pulled his dry shorts off and sauntered his fine, taut ass down to the water. Like a big graceful swan, he dove in, only to emerge practically out near the breakwater.
He better not get sucked into an undertow.
She was NOT swimming out to save his ass.
When he popped up again, this time closer to the beach, and the water glittered on his magnificent torso like a chain mail of diamonds, she swooned.
Who was she kidding? Of course she’d swim out and save his ass. Then she’d give him mouth to mouth, even if he didn’t need it.
She watched him move through the water like a muscular sea god for the better part of an hour. She could have joined him, but it was just as enjoyable watching him. The bunch and flex of his back and arm muscles as he did laps across the small bay—it was what erotic dreams were made of. And every once in a while, he’d dive down deep, sticking that perfect ass of his up into the air. He had to know what he was doing. He didn’t need to push it that far out of the water, like a goddamn dorsal fin made of hard-honed muscle she wanted to sink her teeth into. But he did, and she enjoyed the view.
Eventually, he made his way up the beach, and she wished she had her sunglasses with her so she could ogle him in secret. Instead, her eyes were glued to his package, his abs, his pecs, as he swaggered up the sand. She had to keep her tongue from lolling out the side of her mouth.
His grin was wicked. “My eyes are up here, lady.”
“I know,” she said, not bothering to look away from what hung low between his legs. “And they’re a beautiful brown. But I’m not interested in looking at your eyes right now.”
He chuckled. “Quite the double standard. I don’t think I could get away with saying something like that to a woman.”
Skyler’s nipples pebbled to hard, aching points inside her bathing suit top. “Nope. Probably not. Thank God for double standards. Once in a while, they benefit women.”
He took a sip from one of the coconuts. “You’re bad.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Sitting down beside her, he handed her the coconut. She took a drink, washing down all the saliva that had built in her mouth from staring at him. Fantasizing.
She glanced at him out the corner of her eye as she took a second sip. He licked his lips and sank down onto the bed, tucking his hands under his head and shutting his eyes.
Could she?
Could she be so brazen?
Running her top teeth over her bottom lip, she put the coconut down and fixed her eyes on his oh so talented mouth. “Are you hungry?”
Lazily, he opened his eyes. He knew exactly what she meant. “Starved.”
She climbed over him and positioned the apex of her thighs over his mouth, dropping down until his breath brushed her flesh.
About to reach her second orgasm, and riding his face like a good thing, Skyler tilted her head up to the sky and shut her eyes. She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling and pinching to bring herself to the end once again. Dear lord, the man had tongue skills. Unsurpassed, incomparable.
One more long sweep of Rob’s tongue would do it. She bucked into his face when something made him stop. He stilled her hips with his hands. Muffling something that sounded along the lines of, “Hold up, baby.”
What the hell?
But then she heard it too.
Voices.
A boat motor.
Sliding off Rob’s face, she spun around, only to see a boat puttering slowly around the corner. It appeared to be a snorkel tour boat, and there were at least ten people on board, and at least five of them had their phones out, pointed directly at Rob and Skyler.
Ignoring the fact that they were naked, they both leapt up to their feet and started waving. The boaters had obviously noticed them before Rob and Skyler had noticed them, but they needed to let those on the boat know just because they were busy didn’t mean they didn’t want to be interrupted. And saved.
Skyler pulled her bathing suit back over her bits and ran down the sand. Rob, who was also very naked and hard to boot, quickly tossed on his shorts before joining her on the edge of the water.
“Hello!” called the man in the small wheelhouse. He was Indonesian, and unless he was from one of the Gili islands or Bali, they couldn’t be sure he knew English.
“Hello!” Skyler and Rob both called.
The boat came within a few yards from the beach. “Lost divers?” the captain asked.
Rob nodded. “We are.”
Another Indonesian man, this one appearing to be a fair bit younger, made his way on to the bow. “You guys are the talk of the islands. Been told to look out for your bodies.”
Skyler smiled. “Well, our bodies are here.”
The man grinned a knowing smile. “We see that.”
“Can you help us?” Rob asked.
The man nodded. “Sure. We just have to let our guests swim first.” He pointed to the back of the boat, where at least eight Japanese tourists were snapping pictures like fiends at Rob and Skyler with their phones. There were riotous giggles and chatter, along with some serious pointing at Rob’s crotch by the women.
Oh, of all the boats to rescue them. Oh, of all the times to be rescued.
After they climbed aboard the tour boat and were generously given bottles of water by the crew, Rob and Skyler huddled in the shade behind the wheelhouse. They were tired of being in the sun and ready to rejoin civilization.
But they had to wait.
They were on a snorkel tour boat, after all. And the tourists had paid good money to float around and gawk at the fish. So while they did that, Skyler and Rob closed their eyes and took solace in the fact that they would be back at their bungalows and under the cool stream of a freshwater shower in no time.
Skyler was especially looking forward to her lotus-scented body wash. She had sand in places she was tired of having sand.
“Smiling Manta boat is not too far from here,” the younger Indonesian man said, flicking the ash of his cigarette into the water. “They meet up with us, and we give you to them.”
“Thank you,” Skyler said.
He nodded and took a drag on his cigarette, squinting his eyes. “You guys very busy on the beach.”
“Have to pass the time somehow,” Rob said with a yawn, wrapping his arm around Skyler and pulling her close. She let her head fall to his shoulder.
The Indonesian man chuckled. “Very sexy.”
The captain behind him snickered. “Susu besar.”
“Yes, I know my breasts are big,” Skyler said, fixing him with a steely glare. “Saya bisa behasa Indonesian.” She pointed at Rob. “Suami saya. Dia cemburu. Hati-hati.”
The captain’s eyes went wide. The younger man started to laugh.
“What’d you say to him?” Rob asked, enjoying the uncomfortable face on the captain.
“I told him that I speak Indonesian. I said you are my husband and you’re jealous. And that he needs to be careful.”
“Do you speak Indonesian?”
“Enough to get by,” she murmured under her breath. “I have a knack for languages, always have. I make a point of learning certain things as soon as I can when I move to a new country.”
“That’s smart.”
“It’s survival.”
“Well, then I best play up the jealous husband.” He narrowed his eyes at the captain. “What’s wife in Indonesian?”
“Um…” she paused, wracking her brain. “Istri, I think.”
“Okay.” He pointed at Skyler. “Istri.” Then he pointed to himself. Then he pounded his fist into his palm.
The younger Indonesian man started to laugh again, and the captain, with ruddy cheeks and a slack jaw, showed them his back and returned to the wheelhouse.
“You speak Bahasa?” the younger man asked.
“Sedikit,” Skyler said. “What’s your name?”
He grinned before tossing the butt of his cigarette into the ocean. “Mohammed.”
Skyler had to remind herself they were at these men’s mercy and that she couldn’t get mad at her hero for polluting the water, even if she wanted to. Instead she flashed a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Mohammed.”
“What your guys’ names?”
“I’m Rhett and this is Scarlett,” Rob said, before Skyler could answer.
Mohammed nodded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
“What time is it?” Rob asked him.
Stowing his lighter and cig pack in his pocket, Mohammed brought out an old black flip phone. “Two twenty.”
“How much longer until we head out?”
“Half hour.”
The noise at the back of the boat where the Japanese tourists were climbing back on board drew Mohammed from their conversation. He was quick to help the women on board and offer them towels and water. The captain took their masks, fins and snorkels from them while making sure to avoid eye contact with Skyler and Rob at all costs.
“I just want to get home,” Skyler said, shutting her eyes.
Rob kissed the side of her head and pulled her tighter against them, the two of them huddled under a towel Mohammed had given them. “Me too, babe. Me too.”
Chapter 13
Rob
Back on Gili Air, Rob escorted Skyler to her bungalow. He needed a shower but wanted to make sure she was safe in her own space before he moved next door to his own. He also wouldn’t turn her down if she invited him in for a shared shower. The water was cold. She’d need something, someone to warm her up.
She went to push the key into the lock when Rob stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Wait.”
Something wasn’t right. He could feel it. Fuck, he could smell it.
Bringing his voice down to a whisper, he reached for her hand. “Come.” Then he led her down the stairs and to his cabin. With a finger to his lips, he unlocked his own door and silently located his gun.
Skyler’s eyes went wide. “You think we need that?” she asked, panic in her voice.
“Spidey sense is rarely wrong,” he whispered. He checked the chamber of the gun, gripped it tightly and gestured for her to follow him to the foot of the stairs. “Stay here.”
He didn’t want her coming into the cabin with him if someone was in there, but he also didn’t want to leave her in his place where he couldn’t see her.
This was why backup was so important. Damn, he missed Aaron.
Finger to his lips once again, he crept up the stairs without a sound. The lock had been busted, and the door was ajar just a touch. To the untrained eye, it might have looked closed, but to a SEAL, it was obvious someone had been here and let themselves in uninvited.
Gun cocked, safety off, he nudged the door open. Rob swung in, weapon out, ready to attack.
But the little one-room, one-bath hut was empty.
It was also a disaster.
“Rob?” Skyler said softly from outside.
“Come, querida,” he called out.
She was at his side in seconds, a gasp escaping her throat as she clutched his arm. He put the safety back on his gun and stowed it at the base of his back.
She left his side and began going through her things. Her belongings were scattered all over the floor, her fake passports were gone, her laptop was gone. What else had they taken?
“They know you’re here,” he said.
She nodded, falling to her hands and knees and pushing the bed toward the wall. “We’re not safe here. They’re on the island.”
“They might be. Or they think you’ve fled and are checking the other islands.”
“You think?” she glanced up at him with hope in her eyes.
He shook his head. “We can only hope. But we have to leave tonight.”
Distracted, she nodded. “Yeah. I can get my friend Ibrahim to take us to Lombok on his boat tonight.”
