Alistair (Golden Streak Series) (14 page)

So she was dead. He laid his head back
on the floor and wondered what to do now. He was just trying to figure out how
to get back out of this place and get home when Alistair spoke again.

“Let’s put the donations in here. That
way we won’t have to worry about them getting lost when people start showing
up.” Lance watched where they moved to and waited. “Then tomorrow we’ll come
out, and get it and take it to the bank. She would have liked for us to have
the money donated to the Paula Cross foundation.”

“Yeah, she was an awesome woman. I’m
going to miss her dearly.” Lance smiled. The two men walked out and he heard
the door to the house open and close. Before he could get caught he went to
where they’d been and looked through the cabinet for the money. It was right
there in a large envelope marked with her name. He picked it up and stuffed it
into his shirt. He hoped it was enough to get him home but didn’t want to take
the time to count it now. Slipping out of the garage he moved back down the
drive to the gate, knowing from what Alistair said that more people would be
coming in soon.

It occurred to him about halfway down
the drive who Paula Cross was. He paused just long enough to consider going
back to the house and setting them straight on her name being Paula Isaac, but
decided that doing that now would get him caught and they’d take his money. He
had plans for however much was in here.

Getting out of the gates was much easier
than going in. He simply waited until the gates opened, then waved at the
person coming in as he took off down the road. He didn’t even bother with
gathering his stuff up, but left it there for whoever wanted it. He laughed
aloud when he thought of the giant wolves getting into the bag, and wondered
how on earth they’d get the little sticks open. He was nearly home free.

His first stop was at a gas station. He
asked for the key and was handed a large tire with it attached. Lance nearly
told them to forget it, but he wanted to wash his face and count his money. He
dragged the thing with him as he went inside.

He washed his hands and face and thought
it felt so good that he did it twice more just because it had been so long. Then
after making sure the door was locked three times, he sat on the floor and pulled
out the envelope. He was still counting it when someone knocked on the door. Christ,
there had to be over ten thousand dollars in the thing. He snarled at the
person on the other side of the door to give him a fucking minute

When he finished counting, he had just
under twelve grand, and all of it in cash. He was dancing around the bathroom
when the person knocked again. Feeling pretty good about life in general he
didn’t even say anything to the man and the little boy as he moved out past
them. He decided to have a nice night in a hotel with hot running water. Then a
nice juicy steak. But first, he needed clothes befitting his new station.

The suits were nice, but what he really wanted
was one that was tailored to his body. Of course, this place wouldn’t do it
correctly, but he did think about it. In the end, he had to settle for one off
the rack and paid out the nearly two thousand for it, thinking the place was
selling things entirely too cheaply. He thought when this was all over he might
come back here just to have suits made. The price would be worth it.

He rented a cheap hotel room for the
night simply to shower and change into his new clothes. He thought about saving
his money and staying there, but shrugged that off almost as quickly as it
entered his mind. He was going places, and this place wasn’t taking him there. After
tossing his dirty clothes in the dumpster just outside his rooms, he hailed a
cab to the nicest hotel he could think of. Fortunately for him, this little
town had one.

The hotel was a little harder to come
by. He didn’t want to use his own name, but they insisted that they needed a
form of identification. Finally, he’d been able to convince the woman that he’d
been through hell in the past few days with his wallet being stolen, and could
pay a nice deposit if it would make her happy. The manager that she’d called
had told him not to worry, but if he would please contact the local police and
let them know, they would be fine. He smiled as he went to the elevator,
thinking that was never going to happen if he had anything to say about it.

He ordered room service and had a thick
juicy steak with a baked potato and all the trimmings, along with a good bottle
of wine, and strawberries and cream for dessert. He was about to call his mom
and tell her of his good fortune when the news came on about the murder and two
people in a parking garage.

Lance watched it in silence, thinking
about what he was going to do with all the money he got from the settlement. Allyson
was finally beginning to pay off. Lying back on the bed, he decided to surprise
his mother and simply show up. He was asleep before the news replayed the news article
again.

Chapter 14

Ally sat very still and tried not to
think about the fact that they were thousands of feet in the air in a long
tube. She looked down at her hands, thinking how sore her fingers were going to
be when they finally landed, because she couldn’t make them let go of the cushion
they were gripping like that was the only thing going to save them as they plunged
to the ground in a ball of flames. She looked up when someone laughed.

“You should know that your chances of
survival are better in a plane than they are on the ground.” She rolled her
eyes at Alistair. “I’m serious. Besides, I have an insurance policy on you and
I can’t collect if I’m with you.”

“Very funny, asshole.” She tried to pull
her hands free again and was met with resistance. “You should be trying to make
me forget that I think we’re going to die rather than making fun of me. I told
you I hate to fly.”

“So you did. Fifty-three times on the
way over here. And at least that many when we got onboard.” He grinned at her. “Do
you really want me to make you forget?”

She nodded, and he stood up. How he did
that was beyond her. She could barely sit on this couch like it was in their living
room much less walk around the thing. When he reached for her, she shook her
head. When he knelt down in front of her, she nearly cried.

“I can’t do this,” she said. He nodded. “I
really can’t. Can you please have them land this thing so I can get off?”

“No. I can’t do that, but I can help
you.” He pushed her back on the couch firmly. “But you’ll have to trust me. I
can make you forget you’re anywhere but with me.”

“You have a drug with you?” She was willing
to take whatever he had at this point. “I had a little wine before we left so I
don’t know if whatever you have will…Alistair!”

He ran his hands up her thighs and under
her skirt. His hands curled into her panties, and she felt him tear them from
her. Her body caught fire that quickly.

“You don’t need a drug. You need to
relax.” She shook her head. “You don’t think I can make you relax?”

“I don’t think I’m in the mood for sex
right now. I’m too nervous to think about anything but dying right now.” He
moved to his knees and opened her legs and stood between them. “I’m seriously
terrified right now.”

“I know. I can feel it. Let me try,
baby.” He unbuttoned her blouse and ran his hands over her ribs, then slipped
his fingers under her bra. “You’re so warm. And soft. I love the way your skin
feels.”

He licked her belly button, then up
along her ribs to her bra. It seemed to open on its own. She had a second to
wonder if he had torn it from her before he took her nipple into his hot mouth.
Then she felt his hands on her bare bottom.

“I want to taste you.” She nodded. “But
you have to help me, love. I can’t get your skirt off if you’re holding onto
the sofa like this.”

She let go, and he lifted her hips and
pulled her skirt off, along with her ruined panties. Next, her blouse and bra came
off so that she lay before him naked but for her high heels. He looked at her
like she was a meal he was about to devour. And she was pretty sure he was.

His mouth seemed to be everywhere at
once. He nipped her at her waist, then at her breast. Her throat was on fire
from his tongue laving her, and her nipples felt as if he’d suckled them hard
enough to make the blood fill just the tip. She moaned when he cupped her ass
and lifted her from the seat.

“Alistair, please. Don’t tease me
anymore. I need you.” She moaned when he lifted his head and looked at her. His
cat was racing along his skin and it made her own cat want to play, as well.

“I’m not teasing you, Ally. I’m marking
you. You have no idea how much having another man’s scent on you drives me
crazy. My cat wants to mark you, as well, but not here. When we land, I’m going
to take you to the nearest woods, and I’m going to let him fuck you until you can’t
walk. But now he needs a bit of you.” She nodded. “Don’t scream.”

Scream? Then he shifted. His cat lay
between her legs and looked at her. Her heart started to pound so hard she was
sure he could hear it. Then he put his paw on her waist and held her as he
lowered his head to her.

His tongue was rough and thick. Each
time he entered her she felt it as if he was fucking her. She couldn’t breathe
past what he was doing to her, and when he nipped gently at her clit, she came
apart, grabbing a pillow and shoving into her mouth. She screamed out her
release. She looked down when she felt the air around her tighten and saw
Alistair pulling her to the floor.

“I can’t wait.” He entered her hard, his
cock as thick as the tongue that had made her see stars. When Alistair nuzzled
her throat, she bared it for him, giving him whatever he wanted so that he’d
bring her over the edge again and again.

“Come for me. Now Ally, come now.” Her
body did as he commanded and bowed up off the carpeted floor. She felt as if
she hung there for what seemed an eternity until she came.

Every cell in her body exploded.

Then he sank his teeth into her shoulder,
and she came again, screaming out his name and her release over and over until
she couldn’t move. He didn’t let her go, he didn’t let her fall to the earth,
but kept pounding into her until she felt her body respond again, her need
coiling up in her as if she’d not just shattered into a million pieces several
times. His command to come again had her soaring up and falling over twice more
before he joined her. His body arched over hers, and she watched his cat move
along his skin as he roared. She felt her body as it seemed to move away from
her as she slid into unconsciousness. Christ, he’d killed her, she thought with
a smile.

When she woke, she was lying on a bed.
Sitting up, she realized she could hear a shower running. It took her several
seconds to realize they were still on the plane. When Alistair stepped out of
the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, she licked her lips.

“No. Behave.” He grinned at her. “If we weren’t
landing in like thirty minutes, I’d oblige you, but we are and I can’t. Christ,
do you have any idea how delicious you look?”

“Your cat…I’ve never…have you….” She
looked away, embarrassed. “I never thought that we could do that. Our animals
taking each other like that.”

“Neither did I.” He sat on the bed. “Look
at me, Ally. Please, if I hurt you or…if you don’t want me to do that to you
again, I never will. I’m so sorry that I let him have you, but he had been
pounding against my skin since we left the house.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He
grinned at her outburst. “I just meant isn’t that sort of…I don’t know…weird?”

“Did you enjoy it?” She nodded and
smiled at him. “Then there was nothing weird about it. We’re a mated couple,
and so are our cats. He needed you, and rather than let us shift at thirty
thousand feet, I let him have you before he shifted in a busy airport and ran
you down to the ground. Like I said, he could smell the other cats on you and
he wasn’t all that happy about it.”

She’d hugged his brothers and Jed before
they had left yesterday. They needed to go and set things up for them, and she
and Alistair were to arrive today to make sure things went according to plan.
She was afraid for them all, and she was pretty sure they all knew it.

“He took all that money you planted. Are
you sure Lance won’t just take off to another country and forget about me and
the insurance?” He shook his head as he got up to dress. “Why not?”

“Because he’s a greedy prick. Did you
hear what he’d done with some of the money already?” She shook her head. “He
bought a suit. Not a cheap one, either, but one that cost nearly two grand.
Then the shoes and other things needed to make him look good for another
thousand. He’s a man who likes money too much not to try and come back and get
more. Besides, I think he’s a little off his rocker. He spoke to his mother
yesterday, and she is as bad as him. Probably the reason he’s like he is.”

She could believe that. His mother was
as nasty as they came, and money and the appearance of having a great deal of
it meant the world to her. She pulled open her suitcase and pulled on a pair of
jeans and a pretty t-shirt she’d gotten right before they’d left. She still
didn’t understand how they had made him believe she was dead and no one else.
She asked him.

“We were following him, and when he got
to the first hotel room to what we now know to clean up for the second one,
Keith slipped in and set up the television so that when he turned it on, the
news feed we’d had made would tell him about your death. The newspaper was easy,
too. But as far as we know, he’d never seen it.”

He sounded disappointed in that, and she
laughed. “And his mother? How did she know about it? Or did you do the same
with her?”

“Same, but we had to have help with Troy
on that one. He’s the one who made the one here, too. Did you know he owns a
newspaper?” He sat down to pull on his shoes and looked at her. “He won’t hurt
you, love. Not ever again. The man is going to spend the rest of his life and
then some in prison for what he’s done and what he’s planning. Setting up your
murder is the least of his problems. He killed that woman Paula.”

She nodded. She believed him to a
certain point, but she knew him better than anyone. Lance did not like to lose.
She sat on Alistair’s lap and held him to her breast. She was afraid and didn’t
want anyone else to get hurt. When the pilot announced for them to take their
seats, she looked down at her husband, shocked.

“We’re on the plane.” He nodded and
grinned at her. “You made me…I forgot. I simply forgot to be afraid of dropping
out of the sky.”

He stood up with her in his arms. “That
was the plan. And you’re much more relaxed than you were before, too. I know I
am.”

He purred when she rubbed behind his ear
as he took her to the open area and set her on the couch. After making sure she
was buckled in, he buckled himself in and pulled her to him for a hungry long
kiss. When he lifted his head, she heard the pilot telling them what the
weather was like and that he hoped they enjoyed their ride. She flushed and
Alistair laughed.

~~~

Alistair watched the two men as they
talked about the plan. He also kept an eye on Troy. The man had not said a
single word since they’d come into his son’s office. But he was sure he had
plenty to say.

“You and your wife will be in here during
the confrontation of Mr. Isaac. Then when he is arrested if there is
substantial evidence found on him we will allow you to speak to him.” The FBI
agent looked up at him as if he was going to do just what he’d said.

“I don’t think so.” The man, Gail
Zimmerman, started to open his mouth when Alistair cut him off. “You wouldn’t
even have him this close if I hadn’t alerted you to what was going on. So you’ll
just sit this out and do things my way.”

“I’m a federal officer, and you’ll do
what—”

“Then we tell him.” Zimmerman looked at
the other two agents with him before he stood up and glared at him. “You let me
do this my way or my brother let’s all parties know that this is a setup.”

“You can’t do that.” Alistair lifted a
brow at his tone. “If you do, I’ll have you arrested. You’ll never see the
light of day again.”

“On what grounds?” He nodded at Bronwyn
who was sitting very quietly on the couch next to the door. When the doors
locked, a loud click sounded in the room, and every agent took a step toward it
with their hands going toward their guns.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Bronwyn
is very powerful and she’s not been in the best of moods since you told her
that she couldn’t have the air turned up.” He winked at her. “She’s a very
lovely woman, but she doesn’t really care for you.”

“That’s very true. I think you’re a pompous
ass wipe who needs to take it down a notch or two or I’ll…” She turned to Ally.
“What did you come up with as a planned threat? I loved it.”

“I’ll bitch slap you in the nuts and
then stomp them. I’m still working on one that works for both sexes. But that
one works in this case.” Bronwyn nodded and repeated it back to Zimmerman
before she smiled again.

“You expect me to believe you’d have a
woman as far along in her pregnancy as she appears to be could even attempt to
take me on?” Zimmerman laughed. “Get real. You’re just pissed off because you
couldn’t handle this on your own so you had to call in the—”

He screamed. As he dropped to the floor
so did the two men who had drawn for their guns. Zimmerman was cupping his
balls so tightly that Alistair was sure that the man was going to hurt himself
more before Bronwyn was through with him. He walked around the table and knelt
in front of the fallen agent.

“She can be a bit on the vicious side
when you piss her off. You’ll notice that two of you men aren’t helping you.
Would you like to know why?” He cried out his answer, and Alistair looked at
him. They both nodded before he answered the man. “They’re not human, like we’re
not.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Zimmerman
looked around the room. “She might not be, but when she lets me go I’m going to
show her what I’m about.”