A small laugh leaves me, and he kisses me, pressing more firmly on my clit. I sink my nails into him as the orgasm hits me, my whole body going tight before it bursts through my body, sending me into orbit.
My knees give, knowing Paxton has his hold only on me, my whole body relaxing and falling into him.
“That’s my girl.” He kisses my neck and gently lowers me back onto my feet. I watch as he pulls his hand out of my pants brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Fuck, I love your taste.” A small groan leaves him.
“Really?” Now I’m wondering what he tastes like. If I could give him the same pleasure. I want to. There is this need sparking to life inside of me to please him. To make him happy.
“Tastes like all my fantasies rolling into one.”
“Pax—” I’m cut off by a knock on the door.
“Don’t shoot; they sent me,” Bonte says through the door. Paxton rebuttons my pants.
“Okay,” I call out before I yank on the front of Paxton’s shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. He quickly deepens it, and I hate when he has to pull back, but there are things that need to be handled. Enemies that we need to bring down.
Whoever they are, and there are a handful of possibilities, they are going to learn that Paxton is off-limits. I’m going to send that message. He’s mine fully and completely. No one, and I mean no one, will touch a hair on his head but me.
Everyone is ready to roll when we return. Mac has already spotted two heat signatures that don’t belong there. There are likely more that are hidden. There are so many shipping containers loaded with all kinds of shit.
“If he dies, you die,” I tell Arturo. He’s never far from Paxton, and I’m sure they are expecting him to be driving Paxton down to the docks.
Mac hands me my earpiece to slide in. I want to say more to Paxton, but I’m not sure what that more is.
“If you die, I’ll have Bonte do her witchy magic to bring you back so I can kill you myself,” I tell him.
I expect his kiss to be hard when he leans down, pressing his mouth to mine, but it’s not. It’s soft and far shorter than I want.
“Burn 'em down, Sunshine,” he tells me before stepping back.
“Are we good?” I ask Eros, who is geared up and ready. I double-check my own weapons before we both head out together but part ways once we’ve cut a hole into the fencing to slipthrough and go to our designated locations. This is my favorite part. The live action.
I slip down the line of containers, staying in the shadows until I get to mine. It’s toward the center, where it opens up to a wide area for the two giant cranes. I take a beat, and when Mac doesn’t give me any updates, I know my target is still in place.
I pull myself up to the top of the container, keeping flat and maneuvering to the center before I run my nails along the metal on the right side and roll to the other. I hear the soft click of the container door opening, and as expected, the man slips out, going to his left to circle around, believing if there is a person, they’ll be on that side.
I watch the man outfitted in all black, a gun in one hand and another strapped to his thigh, move past, and I hop down, gripping my karambit knife tightly in my hand, the blade round, and I wait patiently, watching.
When he turns to go around the backside that I’d climbed up, I do the same light whistle all of us kids did growing up to let the others know if a parent was closing in while we were doing something we shouldn’t be.
The man spins around, and I use his quick momentum with my own, swinging my hand in the opposite direction, right across his throat. His eyes widen for a brief second before his body starts to fall.
I grit my teeth as I lean in so that he comes down partly on me, and then I can lower his heavy ass to the ground quickly. I don’t need to say a word. Mac is watching. When it’s quiet, that means everything is going according to plan.
I hoist myself back up on top of the container and crawl toward the front and get into my position. I peer across to the other side filled with more containers. I can’t see Eros, but I know he’s there.
Now we wait.
Holding is a skill set I’m good at. It’s a matter of being patient, really, but today I don’t have it. I close my eyes and take a few calming breaths to steady my pulse. I open my eyes, everything appearing peaceful, the sound of the water almost calming.
I see the lights of Paxton’s SUV before I hear it. It pulls down and into the center. I watch with bated breath as Paxton, Arturo, and another one of his men, Jeno, unfold from the SUV, appearing casual and talking. As though they don’t expect a thing.
Jeno, animated with his hand motions, proceeds to tell Paxton what had been hit, putting on a show.
That low whistle flutters through my ear, and I hear the creak behind me. I don’t move an inch, simply waiting, knowing a man is creeping up behind me.
“Now,” Mac whispers into my ear. I roll to my back as the man comes over me, a gun pointed down at me. I kick out, hitting him hard in the stomach. He stumbles back, and I push with my elbow to spin, kicking his feet out from under him.
He falls hard, and I know everyone heard it.
