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“I’m clean,” I say maybe more hastily than I should have.
 

But he’s smiling at me as he cups my face in his hands; “So am I. I’ve actually, uh, never-“

“Me neither.” I whisper quietly, and he leans in and kisses me.

“Are you sure?”

For a second, I wonder if I am. After all, what really
is
this little secret fantasy we’re both living together? And where does it go after we leave this little fantasy island and have to go back to the real world, with family and work and all the reasons why this shouldn’t happen?

But again, the thought is only for a second, and of course, seconds
do
pass quickly.

“I just want
you
, Logan.” I say shyly, but with my everything behind it. I’m biting my lip and looking into those green pools; “Nothing between us, just
you
and
me.
”

He growls as he kisses me this time, and I’m whimpering into him as he pulls me into his lap. His cock presses against my wetness, and then he’s pushing inside, bare and without anything between us as I slowly slide all the way down his length until he’s completely inside of me.
 

“
Fuck
, Quinn,” He gasped into my mouth, and I can feel him throbbing inside as I slowly begin to slide up and down on his thickness.

We take our time, on that balcony. It’s slow, and it’s tender, and it’s like the gradual build of a tidal wave as we rock together in the current of one shared breath, one shared heartbeat, and two people moving as one. And the realization hits me right before I come that I’ve never done
this
before; because
this
is something new altogether.
 

This is making love.

And with that, the whole world shatters around me. I’m clawing at his shoulders and throwing my head back to the moonlit sky as I come crashing into him, feeling him shudder as he falls right over that cliff’s edge with me, filling me with his heat.

We stay in that position, me straddling his lap, him still inside of me, and my name dropping quietly from his lips as the stars glow above us; and in that moment, I know we’re untouchable.
 

“
Logan!
” She hisses, giggling and half-heartedly pushing me away as I try and slide my hand down the front of her pants. She bites her lip and rolls her eyes as my fingers find her slit, already soaking wet and heated despite her all-for-show protests; “We
can’t,
what about the
pilots?
”

I can’t quite tell if the look of genuine worry on her face that we’re going to get caught is more adorable or more just plain
hot
, but I decide on the latter as I slip a finger against her soft opening and watch her shiver with desire as I start to slide inside; “What
about
the pilots?” I murmur into her ear, loving the way she squeezes her eyes shut and lets her mouth hang open just enough to be insanely sexy without her even realizing.

“They might-” She whimpers as I push my finger deep inside and start to curl it agains her sensitive spot just inside as my thumb begins to tease over her clit; “They might
see
us!”

“Well I sure fucking hope not, because they’re
supposes
to be seeing where the hell we’re flying, not peeping back here.” I start to stroke my fingers in and out of her wetness, feeling my own cock throbbing rock hard inside my pants as she coos and makes these insanely hot moaning sounds as she rocks her hips against me. I start to unbutton her pants with my other hand, my tongue dancing over hers as I slide them off of her ass along with her panties and push them to the floor. My mouth moves down to her jaw, teasing and nipping at the skin there as I suck on her collarbone.

“Oh
God
,” she moans, and as she opens her legs wider for me, I can feel the pent up desire inside of me practically explode out of me. I still don’t even quite know what it is about this girl that drives me so fucking wild, but I
do
know that I can’t get enough of her. I know that touching her and tasting her, and filling her with every inch my cock is just about everything I ever want to do for the rest of my life.

I growl as I tear her shirt off over her head followed quickly by my own, and she’s kicking her pants off as I kneel in front of her, grab her roughly by the backs of her thighs, and shove her legs up over my shoulders. Quinn cries out as I drag my tongue through her wetness, teasing across her opening and swirling around her clit. Her panties are still tangled around her ankles, and with her legs up like that and her head thrown back, it’s just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
 

I abandon the slow teasing for deep powerful drags with my tongue, coaxing her higher and higher as I lick her faster and wildly. She grabs at my hair, the sounds of her moans and gasps filling the cabin so much so that I actually start to wonder if the pilots
will
actually hear us.
 

Something actually strikes me then. There’s something that tugs at the instincts carved deep into my being from years fighting to survive; from the Marines and war, and even from working with Blackriver. After years of conflict - years of sleeping with a weapon under your pillow and years of listening for that one twig snap or hint of a scent on the wind that can mean death around the corner, some things just strike you funny.

Like, for instance, the fact that my normally chatty pilots have been
entirely
silent since we got on the plane. Or the fact that we’re slowly descending barely an hour into the trip.
 

Yeah, something isn’t right, that much I can tell even if I don’t know what it is. Quinn looks down at me shyly, her cheeks red and her eyes wide as she starts to open her mouth, probably to ask me why the hell I’ve stopped.

“Put some pants on,” I whisper darkly, standing and pricking my ears to try and figure out what’s tugging on my instincts.

“Logan?” Quinn moves close to me, pulling her shorts back up her legs and looking towards the front of the cabin as she slips my shirt on; “What’s going on?”

I shake my head, alert and on edge; “Something’s not-”

“Attention passengers!”

Every muscle in my body tightens and my pulse instantly jumps into fight mode as I narrow my eyes at the closed cockpit door. I know the voice, because I’d recognize that accent anywhere in the world. Except recognition isn’t a good thing when I hear Javier Toro’s voice coming out of the intercom speakers on my private jet while I’m alone here with Quinn.
 

I can feel her hands on my biceps as she grabs me tightly; “Logan-”

Her whispered voice is strained and tinged with fear and I instinctively find myself moving in front of her, between her and the door. There’s a million fucking thoughts blasting through my head, and every synapse and every muscle in my body is cocked and spring-loaded and ready to explode into action. The first thing I can think of is that I’m not going to let a
Goddamn thing
happen to this girl.

The intercom crackles to life again; “Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll be making an unschedule stop on our way back to New York to, uh, to
settle
some debts.” Javier’s voice chuckles over the speakers, the sound of it sharp and grating; “You’ve been a bad, bad boy, Logan,” Javier tut-tuts me, and suddenly the door to the cockpit opens and he’s standing there, leveling a gun at me. Quinn gasps behind me, her hands clutching at my arms and back as she flinches at the sight of the gun. I’m flashing my teeth at Javier, practically snarling like an animal in full-on protective mode as he grins wickedly at me.

“We had a deal, Logan,” He says evenly, shaking his head dramatically, as if he’s disappointed in me or something; “You fight
how
and
when
I tell you too, and all your dirty little secrets stay
right here
.” He taps on his head as he grins at me like a shark.

“Something came up,” I growl out.

Javier chuckles; “Sorry marica, but fucking little rich girls on a Caribbean island
doesn’t
really count.” He shrugs and tsk-tsks me again; “A deal is a deal, Irish, and you fucked up.”

“Then let’s
renegotiate
,” I snarl out, feeling every muscle in my body screaming as I stand there tense as a coiled spring ready to do
something
the second he tries to get close to Quinn.

“
Ni de coña!” Javier laughs; “No way, Papi!” He shouts something, and suddenly the
door to galley in the back of the jet bangs open and two of his guys step out.

Sparks and fire flash through my head as I try and calculate my odds of reacting and
not
getting one of us shot here before I admit to myself that they’re pretty shit odds.

The men start to advance on us, holding rope, and Quinn starts to scream as she grabs for me. My fists are clenched into white-knuckle fury, and I get one step towards the two new guys before I feel the cold, heavy metal of a gun barrel on the back of my head and freeze.

“You fucked up, Irish,” Javier’s voice is low behind me as he cocks the pistol in his hand. The men advance on us, and Quinn is still screaming and clutching at my arm as Javier leans close to my ear, his voice a dark whisper; “You made a big mistake coming here, Logan, and now I gotta show you
just
how big a mistake it was.”

The men pull black bags out, their faces dark and neutral as they step towards us.

Protect them
.

One fucking simple request from the man who gave me my second shot at life.
One job
; protect his daughters, and here I am
utterly failing
at that.

I’m sorry; so fucking sorry.

I lunge forward, and I feel the sharp crack of something hitting the back of my head before I start to fall to the ground. Quinn’s screaming as they grab her and start to pull the bag over her head, and it’s the last sound I hear before everything goes black.