Cash Remington and the Missing Heiress (Sexy Dreadfuls Book 1) (5 page)

We sit in silence for a while, and she nestles against me more and more with every passing moment. I want to ask about her life, her school, what drew her to medicine. But her breathing evens out, and she’s asleep against my chest. I let her rest. Something inside me warms at the thought of her feeling safe enough with me to let herself go like this.

The plane shudders as it hits some turbulence, and some of the boxes behind the cargo netting shift. She rouses against me. I catch movement in the cargo bay, and then the glint of gunmetal.

“Cash.”

I sigh and stare down yet another barrel. “Ibiza.”

CHAPTER FIVE

I
BIZA SWIPES THE CARGO
netting aside and walks over to us. Collette cringes into my side.

The merc tsks. “I won’t hurt you, beautiful. Not unless you ask nicely.” She tosses a parachute pack at Collette’s feet, keeping her gun trained on me. “Put it on.”

“Cash?” Collette’s voice wavers.

Ibiza’s finger caresses the trigger, more than ready to blow my brains all over the side of the airplane. She’s got me. For now.

“Do it. She wants the bounty money your father put out for your rescue. She won’t harm you.” I inch my hand closer to my holster.

“I wouldn’t, Cash. My trigger finger is feeling a bit itchy after the stunt you pulled at Arnan’s house.” She pats her breast through her skin-tight black top. Her dark hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and a parachute is already strapped to her back.

“You’re going to jump?” I affect a nonchalant tone. “We haven’t even cleared Turkey yet. Going to land in a war zone. Join up with the terrorists?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Her accent has changed to French. “In the time it takes her to get her chute on, we’ll have cleared the Aegean Sea.”

“So a Greek vacation, then?”

Ibiza smirks, her red lips splitting enough for me to see her perfect white teeth. I want to split her lip with a backhand, give them a more natural crimson color.

“Come on. Hurry it up.” She takes another step forward as Collette tries to strap the pack to her back.

I move my hand slowly toward the butt of my gun. Ibiza fires a round over my head. It pierces the metal above me as if the plane is nothing more than a soda can. Wind whistles through the hole, and I ease my fingers away from my gun.
Fuck.

“Next time, I shoot to kill.”

“Fuck you, Ibiza.” I can’t believe she got the drop on me like this. My need for Collette clouded my judgment.

“We already did that. Remember?” She yanks Collette from the floor and backs away toward the door.

Farjoo had lowered his altitude to jump height. I should have noticed. I didn’t. Collette was all I could think about.

I try to think of some way to stop her, but there isn’t one as long as she has her gun pointed at my forehead.

Ibiza grips the handle to the door and calls, “Thanks, Farjoo!”

I hear an answering yell as she pulls the lever, and the door opens inward. The wind is hellish as Ibiza pushes Collette out into the cold night. Her frightened eyes are the last thing I see as she lets out a scream. The sound is abruptly cut off as she disappears from view. When Ibiza jumps, I pull my pistol, but she’s gone before I have a shot.

I run to the door and hang on, staring down into the inky black of night. There’s only one thing to do.

I jump.

A line of lights below me shows the Greek shoreline approaching. Now all I have to do is find Collette and Ibiza before I hit the ground. The wind burns my eyes. I squint against the onslaught and search the sky. I spot them a hundred yards away, Ibiza gripping Collette’s arm as they fall.

Bringing my arms in tight to my body, I maneuver through the icy wind, aiming straight for them at an even faster clip. I’m able to get close because Ibiza is only looking for her landing zone beneath her, not me above her. She lets go of Collette’s arm and reaches for her rip cord. I make my move and barrel into Ibiza, sending her spinning into the night.

I pull Collette to me as we plummet to the earth, the window for opening her chute closing rapidly. She wraps her legs around me, and I grip around her back, holding her tight. With one hard yank, I pull the rip cord and hold onto her for all I’m worth. She screams as the parachute opens and slows our descent with a hard jerk.

Her scream dies in my ear.

“Cash.” She buries her face in my neck as we float to the earth.

My feet hit the ground and I fall to my back, protecting her against my chest. We’ve landed on the shoreline, soft sand beneath me and the lapping waves of the sea in my ears.

Is there anything better than jumping out of an airplane in the dark, with no landing zone, and without a parachute? Of course not.

“Are you all right?” I smooth her hair from her face.

“I-I jumped out of an airplane.” Her bottom lip trembles.

I smile and sit up with her in my lap. “I know.”

I palm my pistol and fire a shot next to Ibiza’s head. She stands with a hand on her hip and her gun pointed at me. Collette whips her head around and presses back against my chest.

I rest my finger on the trigger. “I’ll take you out. I’m already pissed about your little jump maneuver. Not to mention I’m tired of seeing your fucking gun pointed at my face.”

“Oh, you love it.” She slides her gun into the waistband of her pants and finger combs through her messy ponytail.

I get to my feet and pull Collette up with me. She sheds the parachute pack and hides behind me.

“You aren’t taking her.”

Ibiza rolls her eyes. “Yeah. I get that. You seem to be particularly interested in this little assignment.”

“I’m doing my job.”

“Care to share?” She leers at Collette, who clutches onto my shirt. “I’m quite good with my tongue, little one.”

I fire another shot, this one only an inch away from her ear. Collette is mine, and no, I won’t be sharing her with anyone, even a fine piece of ass like Ibiza.

She frowns and shakes her head. “Going to keep all the fun to yourself?”

I reach back and put a steadying hand on Collette’s hip. “I’m warning you, merc. If I see so much as your shadow again on this job, I’ll punch your fucking ticket.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She throws her hands up and turns. As she walks away, she says over her shoulder, “You owe me two million dollars.”

“Come collect whenever you feel like it. You know where to find me.”

She flips me off and disappears into the night.

“Who was that?” Collette fists my shirt.

“Just an old friend looking for a paycheck. She’s gone. Don’t worry.” I scan the shoreline and find a set of stairs leading to a row of houses, one of which looks like a small hotel.

“Shall we?” I take Collette’s hand and lead her through the sand and up the steep steps. She’s still shivering, but I intend to have her warmed up shortly.

The stairs give way to a lane lined with quaint Mediterranean homes, and we walk until we come to the larger building with a pool overlooking the ocean.

I stroll in, Collette at my back, and approach the small counter. A younger man plays on his phone and looks up with a smile at our approach.

“I’d like a room for the night, please. Best you’ve got.” I say it in Greek, and the young man nods.

The young man eyes the blood on my shirt and begins to shake his head. I pull out my wallet and pluck five hundred-dollar bills from the smooth leather.

“No questions asked.” I offer the money.

He swallows audibly, and takes it. When he glances at Collette, still clad in only my jacket, I lean over the counter and stare him down. “Room. Now.”

He blanches. “Yes. Right.”

Collette stays close to my back, her body heat warming me all over.

Once everything is sorted at the front desk, the young man leads us to the last in a short row of rooms. The balcony opens to the ocean, and the suite has a king-sized bed and a deep soaking tub.

“
Apoláfsete ti diamoní sas
.” He tells me to enjoy my stay, though his eyes wander to Collette.

“
Efcharistó
.” I thank him, and he shuts the door with a wink on his way out.

Collette stands at the window and stares out at the moon on the ocean. “I’ve never been to Greece before.” Her soft voice is tipped with wonder.

I walk up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. They feel like they belong there. “It’s a beautiful country.” It truly is, but I can only see her.

She shivers, and I don’t know if it’s from the cold or my touch. I drop a kiss on her crown and she leans back into me.

“You saved me twice.”

I run my hands to her waist. “Just doing my job.” My cock is already straining against my zipper, desperate to get inside her. But I will take my time.

Instead of bending her over the railing like my cock demands, I walk to the bathroom and start drawing a hot bath. Then I shuck my pants off and remove her makeshift tourniquet. The wound is as clean as it can be, straight through the muscle. I’ve had worse.

“Collette.” I strip my shirt off and toss it onto the vanity as she walks in hesitantly, her head bowed and her eyes down. “Take the jacket off and get in the bath.”

Her shyness only taunts the beast inside me. I want her naked, showing me all her secrets and yielding to my every desire. My eyes are desperate to see all of her again, my hands over-eager to touch her soft skin. I turn the knob and stop the pour of steaming hot water.

“But
you’re
in here.” Her voice is so soft, like a rose petal, and color rises in her cheeks.

I strip my boxers off and walk to her. She looks up now, to avoid seeing my erection. I smile at her bashfulness as I slide my hands down the lapel of my jacket she’s still wearing. I undo the buttons as she stares at me, her eyes fearful, but also full of a heat that I want to stoke until she’s a raging fire. The jacket slides to the floor with a little push.

And now it’s just Collette and me. Nothing else between us. I tip her chin up and taste her lips for the first time. She’s tentative, unsure. I run my hand up her smooth back and tangle my fingers in her hair. Giving a slight tug, I pull her head back and slant my mouth over hers. That gets her hands on me, where I want them.

I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, daring her to open them for me. Her hands travel to my chest, my abs, and then to my back. Her breasts press into me, the tips hard and tantalizing. I need them in my mouth, but I want her surrender first. All of it. I want her to give me her virginity like a gift, something to treasure and keep, and I also need her submission. With the way she melts under my touch, I know I’ll have everything I want, and soon.

She opens her lips just enough for me to dart my tongue inside. I groan into her mouth and pull her hair harder. She opens her mouth with a soft cry, and I slide my tongue against hers, finally mastering her. I run my other hand down to her ass and press her against me. She jerks at the touch of my cock against her stomach, but I don’t let her escape. Instead, I squeeze her ass and massage her tongue with mine.

She slowly relaxes and begins to respond, soft sounds coming from her throat. I have to get inside her, but I need her ready first. I let go of her hair and reach down to her ass, lifting her easily and sitting her on the vanity. I keep kissing her, giving her no reprieve as I palm her breasts.

She moans as I rub my thumbs back and forth across her hard nipples. I swallow the sound and pinch the stiff peaks between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting lightly. When her fingernails dig into my sides, I wrap my arms around her and kiss down her neck, biting and licking to her shoulder as she pants. Her skin is sweet, the taste rich on my tongue. I savor it, devouring her slowly and with single-minded purpose.

“I-I’ve never done this before.” Her throaty whisper bounces around my skull. “I don’t know if I should—”

I nip at her neck a little harder. I want her here, in this moment with me. There’s no room for worry.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Reaching behind her, I fist her hair in one hand and lick her nipple. It’s easy for me to tell her that, when I know she wants what I have to give. I can taste her anticipation, her desire. I run my teeth along her tight bud and clamp down.

“Cash!” She arches and moans for me, and I’m desperate to shove inside her.

I take my time, licking and sucking one nipple before moving to the next. I tease her until she is gripping my head, her nails stinging as they sink into my scalp.

I kiss down her stomach. She trembles beneath my lips and I keep going, drawn down to her sweet pussy. Her legs are open just wide enough for me to stand between them. I kneel and kiss the inside of her knee and up her thigh, pushing her leg wider as I go. When I reach her bare pussy, I place a gentle kiss on her clit. She jerks and puts her hands in my hair. I want to dive in and swallow her sweet taste, coat my tongue in her scent, but I slow down.

I attend to her other leg, kissing up from her knee and ending at her pussy. When I swirl my tongue around her clit, she drops her head back and moans. I have her where I want her. I flatten my palms against her thighs and spread her wide. Her pussy glistens, wet and pink, and I’ve never wanted to taste something so badly in my life.

I lick her entrance. She’s tight, and her thighs begin to close.
Not a chance.
I move to her clit and run the flat of my tongue against her several times, lapping up her wetness and giving her every bit of contact she needs. Her legs open wider, and I lick lower, tasting all of her. When I stab my tongue inside her, she tenses again, but I ease it in and out, using my upper lip to massage her clit. She relaxes again, and I’m free to taste her. I do. I tease for minutes on end, licking at her until she builds almost to a climax, and then diving down lower and fucking her with my tongue.

Now she’s moving her hips, giving in to the pleasure. My cock has been rock-hard the entire time, pre-come leaking from the tip. I return to her clit, seizing it between my lips and sucking as I move a finger to her entrance.