She flinched under him, but he held onto her and brought his hand under her skirt, pressing two fingers into her dripping wet cunt.
She moaned.
“I got you, gorgeous,” he said, rocking into her.
When Bryson felt her wetness grow, he pressed his thumb into her clit and felt her walls spasm around him.
She relaxed in his arms.
“Shower?” he asked.
She looked at Kaydon. “Bath.”
Bryson nodded. “But I want to make you feel good one more time.”
CHAPTER 36
POLANCO
The car slowed to a stop and Adria got out. Gulls screaming overhead, the docks smelled like fish and seaweed. The cold sea breeze calmed her nerves. The car ride had been stiflingly hot and filled with anxious energy. Sweat pooled at the small of her back, and tension knotted in her muscles. Each one of them pretended to look forward, but everyone in the car was routinely looking over their shoulders.
If they were caught now—if they had a tail—their entire plan would be ruined. The shipyard offered no escape routes, no plan B: just the vast, unforgiving sea before them or certain death. Adria felt Kaydon’s warm palm slip into hers, his calluses rough against her skin as she made her way toward the hulking silhouette of the S.S. Dominion, its rusted hull reflecting a dull gleam in the sunlight.
Vega assured her of the vessel’s safety and that the men on the ship had been paid for their silence.
“So, this is our new home for the next few weeks?” Seth asked, standing next to Kaydon.
The area was crowded, and their group wore nondescript ponchos and rain jackets. Adria pulled her hood further over her head, looking down at her red rain boots.
Eric moved ahead of them, talking with the ship’s captain. After a few minutes of conversation, he waved their party over.
“Alevras, this is Miss Smith,” Eric said, gesturing to her.
Adria extended her hand.
Alevras’s hand was unexpectedly smooth as it closed around hers. He was of medium build, his eyes flicking over the group before settling back on her
“Just the four of ye then?” he said, voice steady above the creaking ramp.
Adria shook her head. “No, we have?—”
“Four will be great,” Eric interrupted.
Alevras gave a curt nod. “Fine, I’ll give ya a moment to collect your things, but we are leaving port in twenty.” His wet boots made squelching sounds against the wood as he strode away.
“Eric, why four?” she asked.
From the back of the group, Elena’s calm tone answered, “Because I’m staying behind.”
Adria turned.
“Sota has a new plane waiting for me. No tail this morning, so it should be safe, seeing as they are looking for you lot and not me.”
“Back to California?” Bryson asked, and Adria felt a swell of emotion fill her.
Elena nodded. “Gonna do some digging on your behalf. Keep your phones on. I’ll let you know what I find.”
Kaydon was the first to step forward, pulling her into a warm embrace.
