“Nicely done,” she said, getting off the bike and giving me a moment to appreciate just how well those leather pants shaped her ass. “Why are we this close?”
“The signal has a limited range, based on how we placed the C-4,” I explained. “After setting off the charges, we’ll have three and a half minutes to get out of the blast zone, so your lecture on fuel consumption will have to wait, yes?”
“I’m already going to hell for flying across the pond in your garbage waste of resources,” she sighed. “Let’s get to it, then.”
Switching on my headset, I listened for the check-in from all my people stationed along the flood path. After the last notification from Kyle, who was still unhappy about notbeing by my side on this mission, I handed the detonator to Fee.
She tried to push it back at me like it was a rattlesnake.
“I know you want to be the one to press the button, my vicious little activist,” I said, giving her chin a bite. “Knowing the power to destroy a one hundred-million-dollar plant is in your hands?”
Fee chewed her lip, looking at me, at the dam, at the detonator. Then, with a smile that could only be described as pure, distilled wickedness, she pressed the button.
The lights on the explosive charges switched to a glowing red and I hauled her back on the Ducati. This time, she didn’t need a reminder to hold on, gripping me so tightly that the shape of her was nearly embedded in my leather jacket.
The wind tore past us and the landscape blurred as I opened the throttle, roaring down the road and taking us away. At exactly three and a half minutes, a blue-white light ripped through my smoked visor, nearly blinding me as we felt the heat and pressure from the detonation. There was a roar like a thousand trains bearing down on us and with an enormous heave and a groan, the concrete walls of the dam splintered and gave way.
Fee hit my thigh. “Can we stop? Just for a minute?”
“You want to watch, don’t you, my feral little thing?” This would put us behind schedule for the meet-up at the rendezvous point, but I couldn’t deny her the pleasure.
“Magnificent,” she gasped, “abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”
The poorly constructed dam burst open like rotted fruit, sending torrents of water gushing down the hillside, tearing through the plant, the shattering of glass and crumbling brick creating a symphony that Fee was dancing to, humming a little.
Then, the water was redirected, assisted by the secondary explosion that sent boulders tumbling into the flood path after it surged through the plant. It pushed the water back to its original riverbed, dragging along chunks of equipment and metal scraps.
I checked my watch. “Time to go-”
Fee planted her hands on my helmet and dragged me down for a kiss, greedy and desperate as she laughed, our tongues and teeth clashing against each other.
“You sure know how to give a girl good craic.”
Her eager hands went to the button on my pants, yanking down my zipper so fast that it was a miracle she didn’t scrape the skin off my cock. I pulled on her leathers until she could kick one leg free as I straddled the bike again. I lifted her to face me, her legs draped over mine. She laughed wildly as our helmets bumped against each other as we kissed before sliding into a moan as I grasped her waist and lifted her onto my cock.
Sharp nails dug into the skin of my neck as Fee’s back arched, angling herself to take me inside her.
“Fuuuck…” she drawled out, shifting side to side until I was buried deep.
“Your pretty cunt is gripping me like a fist,” I hissed out between clenched teeth. “Open those fucking legs for me.”
The sound that came from her was one I’d never heard before, guttural and low, like the savage little thing I knew she truly was, shamelessly rubbing her clit hard against the hairy base of my cock. I gripped the globes of her ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling them apart so I could push in even deeper. Leaning her back against the seat, I shoved up her t-shirt, latching onto a rigid pink nipple with my teeth.
She laughed wildly as I bounced her on my cock and I felt like a warrior. Like a fucking god and more powerful than being king of the Davies Mafia had ever made me.
I gave my team a full thirty seconds of praise for a job well done as I hauled Fee through the cabin of myGulfstream G650 and into the bedroom situated at the back of the jet. That we’d been fucking was no secret. Her usually pristine hair stood out in all directions like an abandoned badger’s nest, and I didn’t notice that my fly was still unzipped until we looked in the bathroom mirror. Our eyes were red and a little crazed, like we’d just snorted a line of heroin.
Slumped together in the shower, I carefully washed every inch of her pale, beautiful skin. “What is this from?” I asked, touching a jagged scar on her right hip.
“Hmmm… I was hit by a broken bottle during an anti-Brexit protest in Belfast.” Her eyes were closed as she lifted her face to the water.
“And this tattoo I noticed the night you roofied me…” My finger smoothed along the line of script that ran down her left forearm.
“Ní féidir linn airgead a ithe,”she said.
“Which means?”
Her eyes opened, clear and bright again. “We can’t eat money.”
