I don’t let him leave my mouth until I’m certain I’ve chased every drop of his pleasure. Even then, I suck until he pulls away, groaning and spent. Quickly, he flips around and palms my overworked jaw.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, kissing my eyelashes, his breath smelling like mint and cum.
My voice is a lost cause, wrecked by his enormous, pitiless cock, so I nod, unable to wipe the grin off my face. “Yes,” I rasp, pulling his weight down on me for a dirty, cum-drenched kiss.
Thankfully, he’s mature enough to pull away and throw me some clothes as he gets on the phone with Wimberley regarding our good buddies in the Coast Guard. By the time the boat reaches us, the captain—who is laughing his ass off—waves us on.
It’s good to have friends in high places.
I curl up in Erik’s lap as he steers the boat back to the marina, pressing kisses along his jawline as I skim my nails up and down his neck. By the time we get to the hotel, we’re anxious for each other again, this time trading fevered hand jobs in the shower.
After that, all we have energy for is room service and a quick check-in with Charlie before falling into bed. I give myself over to sleep, wrapped in Erik’s arms.
Gossamer-wrapped violence shows up in my dreams. Sexy visions of killing awful men with my Silent One at my side, a montage of blood spatter and theschlingof my Murderer’s Row notifications.
Hopper:Excellent kill, my friend.
Anders:Proud of you, buddy.
The dream shifts, and I flash to Erik’s stern face, a look I’ve come to associate with care, protection, and something…more. Something both softer and fiercer than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s in my bones, in the air in my lungs, and I have to kiss him. We’re surrounded by clouds. Or maybe fog? Something wispy and romantic.
Definitely not fuck buddies.
I pull from his intoxicating embrace to turn back to the dead bodies in my wake, which have transformed into ash. Where I expect satisfaction and a sense of righteous revenge, there is nothing. I feel momentarily cheated, yet when I look into Erik’s eyes, that soft-fierce feeling overwhelms me again.
I wake with a start, relieved to have the weight of Erik’s arms around me, even as I shake off that impossible feeling. Looking for something to distract me, I check my phone. It’s just after five a.m., the dawning of the day I’ve been looking forward to nearly my whole life, it seems.
This is the day we take down the island.
18
ERIK
“We’re coming up on Little Crescent,” I announce, eyeballing the tiny island below us.
From the air, it looks like a tropical crescent moon. Colorful private villas dot the curve of the small, picturesque bay, and from up here, it all looks so beautiful.
The reality is much, much uglier.
“You ready?” I toss over my shoulder as I come around for the approach.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Ant walks up from the back and clumsily climbs into the copilot’s chair, dropping a Barbie backpack behind my seat.
“Good. Wimberley has the island’s cameras, so we should be able to pretty much just walk—” I stop as he buckles up, setting my jaw so tight I can practically hear the tendons creaking.
“Fucking hell,” I curse, my knuckles going white as I squeeze the yoke.
He warned me he was going to go even girlier and younger-looking than he did with Park Avenue because it’ll allow him to blend in on the island. I said it’d be fine, but now I see why feminization play of any kind is a no-go for him.
The short pigtails, smooth legs, zero facial hair, full face of makeup, twirly thigh-caressing pink gingham dress, white frilly socks, and black patent Mary Janes are making my blood pressure skyrocket.
“Look, I know you’re twenty-one,” I say, gritting my teeth, “but you legitimately look like a thirteen-year-old cosplaying as Lolita.”
“Still got it,” he teases, pulling on a short pigtail.
Hm. He’s putting on a nice show, but he still can’t quite hide how stressed and freaked out he is. He was mumbling in his dreams last night, and once again, my concerns about returning to the place that ripped his innocence from him sits heavy, like a ball of lead in my guts.
