Blue Blooded (22 page)

Having no control over the movements of her body, she was like a rag doll being tossed around by a wild dog. She was completely helpless at the whim of these two strong men. Having an orgasm wasn't her choice. Hunter and Logan demanded it of her.

A tremor worked its way down her spine until her entire body shook, and her heart beat and her pulse skyrocketed. Her climax didn't build. It simply crashed over her again and again, not giving her any time to recover before another one hit, until she wasn't sure if she had come multiple times or once continuously.

With his eyes shut and a grimace on his face, Hunter roared as he came. Breathing heavy, he stopped pumping, his dick twitching inside her as his come shot into the condom. A moment later, Logan leaned over her and bit her shoulder as he came too, his body collapsing on top of her back.

Hot and sweaty, she basked in the afterglow of the most incredible fuck of her life. Logan and Hunter had shown her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, turning her fantasy into a memory she'd never forget as long as she lived. She sighed, too content to move out of the warm cocoon of their erotic threesome.

But all too soon, they shifted out of their position on the bed, laying her head on the pillow. A damp towel cleaned her between her thighs and her backside before the covers were drawn up over her. She heard Hunter and Logan murmuring quietly to one another and then the snick of the door closing.

Although her eyes were shut, she sensed that night had fallen, plunging their room in total darkness. Logan slipped under the blankets with her and curled around her, his arm thrown across her middle.

Just as she couldn't fight her orgasm, she couldn't fight against the need for sleep.

She was done fighting.

After all, it was impossible to win against the inevitable.

R
ACHEL WAS HAVING
the best dream ever. Logan was between her legs, licking at her clitoris with a warm, damp tongue that hit every nerve ending as if they were completely exposed. Her inner walls fluttered as a feeling like warm maple syrup flowed through her pussy. She ordered the tongue to go faster and clenched her vaginal muscles, trying to bring herself to a climax, but it wasn't enough to push her over.

It was a slow and steady build, her body trembling as the kindling went aflame and the heat built in her pelvis. She tried to close her legs and trap the wicked tongue between her thighs, but when the leg muscles contracted without success, she realized she was immobile.

Her eyes shot open.

Somehow without waking her, Logan had bound her wrists and ankles to the bed with rope, leaving her spread-eagle and open to his ministrations. He gazed up at her with heat in his eyes while he slowly slid his tongue up her slit and over her distended clitoris.

Although she was burning, chills racked her body as Logan dragged her over the edge and into climax.

Logan kissed her thigh then began releasing her from the binding. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

She smiled sleepily. “I did. But my wake-up call was even better.”

“It's time to get ready,” he said, massaging her wrists with his thumbs. “About an hour ago, Sawyer brought by our suits plus our IDs to get us into the hotel as part of Senator Hutton's security team. You slept right through it.”

She didn't doubt it. She'd probably slept more than eight hours straight through the night, and she was still exhausted. “You and Hunter wore me out last night.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

She rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah, Soldier Boy. I think my three orgasms proved it. But . . . ”

“But?”

Apprehensive to admit the truth, she sat up and turned to him. “I don't regret it, but it's not something I'd like to do again. I know it's your kink—”

He cupped her face in his hands. “You're my kink. And if you're not into it, then I'm not into it. Besides, I don't want to share you again. I was a bit jealous of Hunter last night. From now on, it's just you and me. That okay with you, Tiger?”

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. She'd give almost anything to make love with him again this morning, but they didn't have enough time. If everything went according to their plans, they'd have the rest of their lives to make love.

And she couldn't wait for the rest of their lives to begin.

After showering and getting dressed, she and Logan met the guys in the kitchen to go over everything one last time. Nervous around Hunter because of last night, she was put immediately at ease when he acted as if the whole thing had never occurred. She felt as though she was one of the guys as they studied the hotel's blueprints one more time and reviewed their plan for accessing the mechanical room.

To keep Rachel and Logan from being recognized, Sawyer had helped them alter their appearances. Already in a conservative navy suit to match those of the security agency, Rachel wore horn-rimmed glasses with thick lenses and covered up her long black hair with a honey-blond wig that had been cut into a blunt bob. For Logan, Sawyer had dyed his hair, turning him into a carrot top, and then applied scarring liquid to his face, creating several thin scars that marred his cheeks. While they didn't look drastically different, it was enough that they shouldn't immediately be recognizable.

At ten in the morning, she and Logan took Sawyer's car and headed to the Tuscany Hotel and Casino. Although they had driven by the strip when they'd first arrived in Las Vegas, they hadn't gotten close enough to give her a true representation of just how large the hotels actually were.

The newest hotel and casino on the strip, Tuscany, was no exception. She'd read up about the hotel, needing to know everything about it before today.

She'd never been to Italy, but if it looked anything like this, she'd make sure to add a trip there to her bucket list. Set on rolling hills of grass, the hotel was created to look like a Tuscan stone villa. Hundreds of Italian cypress trees lined the driveway that led from the street up to the main entrance, and each warm-toned stone that went into building the road and the hotel was imported directly from Tuscany. Olive trees grew on the grass, their limbs tangling together.

It took millions and millions of dollars each month to maintain a landscape that didn't belong in the desert. The investors had taken a real gamble with this property, but according to their latest financials, it was paying off handsomely for them. It was the “it” place to stay on the strip these days, which was probably why Senator Hutton had chosen it for his speech.

Sweltering in the desert heat, Logan and Rachel had spent the past hour staking out the hotel, watching Senator Hutton and his staff arrive. They were dressed identically in navy pantsuits with white shirts, the only difference being Logan wore a tie. Copying the agents of the security firm, they'd clipped their IDs to the lapel of their jackets.

Sawyer had also set them up with guns, items that made her uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. She didn't have a lot of experience with them, other than going to the range with Kate a few times, so she really hoped she wouldn't have to use hers. Unlike the seasoned Kate, she'd managed to hit the paper target only about half the time and had never hit the bull's-eye. If a situation arose requiring her to use the gun, Rachel figured she was more likely to shoot herself in the foot than the target.

Senator Hutton's speech was scheduled to begin in thirty minutes. She and Logan had waited outside to watch the senator and his security detail arrive and enter the hotel, but they hadn't spotted Evans or Fink so far. It was possible they were already in the mechanical room, waiting for the senator's arrival. It would be so easy if she could just call the Feds and tell them what Evans and Fink were up to, but as shown by everything they had gotten away with so far, they'd probably just pin the appearance of the tank with the virus on them.

And she was done being framed for crimes she hadn't committed.

More than ready to end this thing and desperate for air-conditioning, she walked confidently toward the BH22E entrance, her spine straight and her eyes forward as if she had every right to be here.

Logan pounded on the door, and a Tuscany security employee answered.

“We're here with Banks Security,” Logan said.

The man's eyes narrowed. “Identification.”

“Here you go,” she said in a fake southern accent, ignoring Logan's sideways glance as she unclipped her ID and gave it to the guard.

He examined it for a long minute then returned it to her, then checked out Logan's next. With a nod, he handed it back. “The rest of your team already took the senator down to the bottom level.”

She metaphorically breathed a sigh of relief that their fake IDs had worked. One giant hurdle passed. Within a few minutes, they'd have access to the mechanical room.

“We were just scoping the outside of the hotel for anything out of the ordinary,” she said, wanting to give an explanation as to why they hadn't shown up with the others so he wouldn't be suspicious. Of course, it only made her sound
more
suspicious. “All clear.”

Logan stepped inside, most likely to keep her from saying anything else. “Now we'll just take the elevator and meet them at the theater.”

“Elevator's broken,” the guard said. “Maintenance is repairing it now, but as I told your comrades, it will be working by the time the senator finishes his speech.”

She wouldn't panic. This was why they had the guys on standby. She and Logan were each wired for communication to and from them.

Not blinking, Logan stayed cool. “So which way do we go?”

The guard pointed. “You'll have to follow the hallway through the double doors, which will take you into the back of the house by the offices. You can use that elevator to the tunnels that lead to the theater. As I told your friends earlier, we've emptied the offices of all employees except for those executives who have already gone through security clearance with your firm. A couple of your guys have stayed behind on the off-chance anyone should try to follow the senator.”

Her stomach dropped to the concrete floor. There's no way they could go that way if anyone from Banks Security was stationed there. They'd know right away she and Logan weren't part of their company.

“Great,” Logan said, his expression neutral.

Waiting until they were out of earshot of the guard, she remained silent as they began making their way down the hallway.

“Hunter,” Logan said quietly, “tell me there's another elevator that will take us down to the mechanical room.”

Hunter's voice replied in her ear. “There is, but you're not going to like it. It's just off one of the hotel's kitchens. Plenty of witnesses, but if you act like you're supposed to be there, no one should bother you.”

It wasn't great, but it was better than the alternative.

“Which way?” Logan asked.

“Before you get to the double doors, make a left,” Hunter said. “No, I mean a right.”

As she spotted the hallway Hunter had spoken of, Logan stopped. “Which is it, Hunter?”

“It's your right. Sorry,” Hunter muttered.

They turned right down the hallway, walking for what seemed like forever. Where the hell was it? Finally, after a few minutes, they heard the sounds of dishes clinking and people speaking. Off to their left were swinging doors that would lead them to the kitchen, but she still didn't see any elevator.

“Hunter, we're just off the hotel kitchen and there's no elevator,” Logan said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, about that,” Hunter said, guilt evident in his voice. “You have to cut through. The elevator's off the other side of the kitchen.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Then he dropped his arms and turned to her. “Ready to do a little more acting?”

She smiled. “Ready. I'm sure it will be a piece of cake.”

She pushed her way through the swinging doors, Logan right behind her. Holding her breath but trying to act as though they belonged, she walked with her head held high and her gaze straight toward the opposite door.

Everyone in the kitchen wore the hotel's uniform of black pants and a burgundy blazer, so the movement of someone dressed in all black caught her attention. Her neck itched from the intuition of danger. She snapped her gaze toward the side of the room and spotted Fink headed toward the same door as she and Logan.

“Logan!” she cried as Fink whipped out his gun. “Run!”

They fled through the kitchen. Logan swerved away from her, bumping into a man carrying a stack of dishes. As the plates crashed onto the floor, she realized he'd done it intentionally to block Fink from catching up to them.

Logan grabbed her hand. “Guys, you need to find us a way out of here. We just bumped into Agent Fink, and he's got a gun.”

Oz's voice sounded in her ear. “You need to go into the casino. The guy can't afford to shoot you in there.”

“I'll find you another way down to the basement level,” said Hunter.

They raced down the hallway toward a door she prayed would take them out into the public. Logan threw it open and they ran out into the busy casino, greeted by bright lights and the ringing of slot machines. The casino stayed within the theme of Tuscany, Italy, appearing as if it were set in the middle of a vineyard, with vines wrapped around columns and pictures of grapes on the carpet. Another time, she would've loved to inhale the ambiance of the room. Right now, though, the only thing she could concentrate on was finding somewhere they could hide from Fink.

“Come on,” Logan said, tugging her toward the right, into a crowd of businessmen.

“Well, I guess Evans and Fink know we're here,” she said, catching her breath. She checked over her shoulder, relieved to see the FBI agent headed in the opposite way. “Where are we going?”

“Tuscany Wedding Chapel,” Oz said.

Logan growled. “Oz, now's not the time to joke—”

“There's an elevator in there that will take you to the basement. It's located in the back of the chapel.”

She stopped, looking around for a sign for the wedding chapel. Above them, an arrow pointed for them to go left for both the chapel and the theater.

When they'd studied the blueprints, she had noticed that the chapel was right next to where the senator would be speaking. That meant the area was going to be swarming with security.

“There,” she said, pointing toward the back of the room. “That way.”

She walked quickly, knowing running would only draw more attention. She removed her ID and kept her head down as they approached the chapel. Logan opened the door and ushered her in.

A smiling little old lady with short gray hair and dressed in all pink stood behind a desk.

Logan strode to the desk. “Hi, I'm wondering if you can help me, see I—”

“Of course,” the lady interrupted, her smile growing larger. “It's eight hundred and fifty dollars for the license, flowers, and ceremony. You two make a lovely couple. We have an opening right now if you'd like to follow me into the chapel.”

“Cash okay?” Logan asked, shocking the hell out of Rachel when he pulled a wad of bills from his pocket. He whispered into her ear. “Sawyer gave me a bunch of cash in case we ran into any problems.”

The woman put the cash into the register and handed them a marriage license. “Fill this out. I'll just go get everything ready for your ceremony. I'm Jane, and if you need anything, please let me know. After all, this is the biggest day of your lives and the Tuscany Hotel and Casino would like it to be one you'll cherish forever.”