Suspicion At Sea (17 page)

“Justin, please,” she moans, her hand going down between us, cupping my jean covered erection. Rolling her back over again, I kiss my way down her body, licking and sucking each breast before slowly moving down her belly. Her greedy body writhes under me, her hands on the back of my head. I unbutton her jeans and, hooking my fingers in the waist, pull them down over her ass. Her lacy panties get removed with her jeans. I slide myself off the bed on my knees, facing her.

After removing her jeans and panties completely, I cup my hands under her knees, pulling her ass toward me. My finger slides easily in her wet pussy, my lips on her inner thigh. She trembles as I lightly kiss the very sensitive part of her upper thigh.

“Oh my God,” she moans when my tongue flicks her swollen clit. Her hips gyrate as she grinds herself onto my tongue. I feel her pussy clenching and tightening against my finger moving slowly in and out of her.

“You taste so sweet, Ellie,” I groan against her. The vibration of my voice sends her into orgasm and I feel her pussy grow even wetter as she screams out my name.

Chapter 35

Ellie

His lips are glistening from my cum. I don't even see him take off his jeans, but he is back on top of me, snaking his arm behind my back as he lifts me and slides us more onto the bed. I taste myself on him when his lips collide against mine. My hands are on his back as he slams into me, his cock so hard it makes me scream. I feel his muscles ripple as he moves in and out of me, his mouth on my neck. Everything about this is so right. I can never imagine my life without this man.

His thrusts are deep and fast, our bodies slick with sweat sliding easily against each other.

“You are so tight, you feel so fucking good. I'm going to come deep inside you, are you ready?” his voice rumbles like deep thunder against my neck. Fuck, yes, I'm ready. Just his words make me want to come again.

“Yes baby,” I moan into his ear. With hard thrusts I feel the hot cum spurt into me. My senses in overdrive, it seems to last forever. The thrusts slow down, his breathing labored and heavy against me. Our chests heave as we try and catch our breaths. He keeps most of his weight off me, propped up on one elbow. His hands go to my hair as he caresses the top of my head.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear before trailing kisses up my cheek to my lips. I place my hands on either side of his face, kissing him back.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back, feeling like I could start crying again. God, this man has made me an emotional mess.

He settles in beside me, pulling me into his strong arms and kissing the top of my head. I wrap my hands around his waist and lay my head on his chest. I can hear the hard thumping of his heart. It starts to slow to a steady rhythm as he relaxes.

“Can I ask you a few things?” he whispers. These are going to be uncomfortable questions by the way his voice sounds. I will tell him whatever he needs to know. I will not hide anything and hopefully it will make him more at ease.

“Yes,” I whisper back.

“I have to confess something,” he says. The way I am lying on his chest I can't see his face so I stay silent and let him talk. “I looked up Chico Alverez on the internet. He was a very attractive man,” he says like a question, pretty much asking me if I agree.

“Yes, and he was also suave. He had a way with words. That is how he got so many followers. Men and women worshipped him,” I respond honestly.

“So when you were...having sex,” he stumbles with his words, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Do you know that when you kiss me, Justin, I am instantly aroused?  My body aches, my insides turn to mush, and my panties are usually soaked within seconds.” I'm trying to explain the difference the best way I know how. “With Chico, it was not like that at all. It was like a chore, something I didn't want to do but had to. It was uncomfortable and totally one sided. I shut my emotions off and was a robot.”

“Did you spend the whole night with him, actually sleep in the same bed, I mean?” I crook my neck so I can see his face. It's dark enough that I can't see his eyes. His head is back against the pillow and his arm is around me, his hand squeezing my shoulder.

“Chico usually fell asleep as soon as he was done. I would sneak out every time,” I answer, laying my head back down on his chest. “I had my own room in his mansion. When I could I would leave, especially if there was something that—” I stop suddenly, hating the thought of this and don't want to tell him.

“What?” Justin asks, hearing in my voice that there is something else.

“I planted a camera in Chico's room. Every time I was with Chico there were agents watching.” Justin now knows that every sexual encounter I had with Chico is on tape in evidence.

“Jesus...” I hear it in his voice. The fear, the same fear I struggle with, that those tapes could be used someday, used in a court room, used against me. There was more than one agent at the Bureau who hated me. Cody’s and my work on LDR made us. We attracted attention of a lot of high ranking officials who were saying the only reason I got deep into the group was because I was a woman and I used my body; that I was no better than a whore and that any woman could have done what I did. Which is true to a point, but only a very small point. Our consistently hard work building evidence and intel for two years is what took down LDR.

“How many have seen them?”

“Only the two agents who were on the case with us.”

“Who?”

“SSA Lyle Burdock and Diane Griffin.”

“They are in evidence now?” Justin asks.

“Yes. I have petitioned for those portions of the tapes to be destroyed, but I've been denied,” I admit to him, telling him that it bothers me that those tapes are there.

“Did Cody ever see them?” I can hear some anger coming back in his voice.

“God, no.” I would die if I ever thought Cody had seen me like that. He is a brother to me. I would never be able to look him in the eyes again. Just him knowing what I did was horrible enough without the visual.

“But you don't know if he ever went back and watched them?”

“I don't know for a fact, but I don't know why he would have. He hated what I was doing, I doubt he wanted to see it in living color,” I answer. I can feel his body tensing under me. I want to put a stop to the questioning, but I don't. These are things he thinks he needs to know, and not telling him will only make it worse.

Chapter 36

Justin

My whole body is on fire as I question Ellie who's naked in my arms. I don't know why I keep asking these questions, but every answer leads me to another question. She's being honest and not fighting me on them. Will I be this honest when she starts questioning me about my past? I have no choice, I have to be.

“Do you want to tell me why you are scared to death of Fausto?” I've had more than enough of Chico talk for now, I want to know about the threat at hand.

“What makes you think I'm scared to death of him?” she asks, making me chuckle. Is she going to pretend that I can't read her like an open book?

“You're not?” I have a smile on my face when she looks up at me and I lift my head so I can see those gorgeous eyes.

“I don't know if I love or hate when you do that,” she says, referring to the fact I can tell what she is thinking almost before she does. It is not a talent I have, I just have it with her.

“Spill it.” I move my hand lightly up and down her arm, letting my head fall back on the pillow again.

“Fausto is a totally different story than his younger brother. For reasons unknown to me, Fausto took a liking to me. He told me he was in love with me and asked me to leave with him. To get even more on Chico's good side, I told him what his brother asked. Chico had known because there was a letter Fausto had written to me that was intercepted by Chico. Their relationship wasn't the best in the first place, but this made it all the worse.

“I was trying to get their guard down, hoping that in one of their many fights they would reveal something that they normally never would. It worked with Chico because he was cocky and feared nothing. Fausto is way more reserved, smarter, not a hot head.”

“Which is worse, because you can never tell what they are going to do,” I add, knowing exactly why Ellie is scared.

“Yes, but my going to Chico with what Fausto said did not change his feelings. He said I was a queen, and that with him I could rule his kingdom. I was so focused on Chico that I didn't listen to what he was saying. That was one of my biggest mistakes.” She stops talking, and is silent for a second.

“Fausto was in charge the whole time, Chico was just a front?”

“Yep, I had him. I could have had the most powerful and feared Alverez. But I didn't see it, I was so focused on bringing down the slave trade that all I could see was bringing down Chico. He was very good, I thought what everybody else did.”

“Why didn't Fausto put a stop to it if he was in charge? If he loved you so much, why would he let his brother have you?” I know I would have, be damned everyone else.

“Appearances. If he did he would have exposed Chico. Chico and his men were all Fausto's front to protect him if something ever went down, like the raid that killed half of LDR and sent the other half to jail. It was better for him to bide his time, he would have me in the end. But then I ‘died’ in the raid, and Fausto was livid. Not that his brother was killed, but that I was killed. That was when we realized just how powerful he was.” I feel her body shiver, and I don't think it is because of the cold.

“Cody was the one that killed Chico, didn't that blow his cover?”

“No, he killed Chico because Chico used me as a shield, at least that is what it looked like to the survivors and what got back to Fausto. Our confidential informants at that time told us that Fausto was inconsolable, that he retreated into South America where he mourned my death. He didn't start moving until about three months ago. This vacation,” she half laughs, “This was going to be the end of my leave before I tracked down Fausto and put him behind bars.”

“How were you going to do that?” I'm not sure I want to know the answer to this, but I have to ask.

“Not that way, if that is what you are thinking,” she growls, upset at my thoughts. “You have to trust me and trust when I say that will never happen again.” She leans up on her elbow to stare at me.

“You're right, I'm sorry. It was a fleeting thought.” She narrows her eyes, and even through the darkness I can tell she is shooting me unsure daggers. “Honestly.” I put my hand over my heart. I chuckle at her which earns me an even dirtier look.

“This is not funny!”

“You're right. The subject is not funny, but you, sexy girl, can read me just as well as I can read you. I, for one, love it.” I take her cheek in my hand, leaning in for a kiss.

“I like it, too, I guess,” she whispers when our lips part. “But seriously, this is a dangerous situation. It's not just Suzy who's in danger...” She stops, biting her lower lip.

“He comes close to you or Suzy and he is dead.” I tense. Being here in bed with her post amazing sex and her telling me she loves me, I seem to have forgotten about the danger aspect for a moment. I will die before I let him get his grimy hands on either one of them.

“I know that you are no one to mess with, but you are not a SEAL anymore. This is not your fight, this is not your mess. This is FBI business—” I hold up my hand to stop her from finishing.

“This is my fight, it became my fight as soon as those dirt bags drove by my sister's house. Besides, I love you, which means that anyone who threatens you, FBI business or not, it is my fight.” Her mouth opens and I'm not sure what she is going to say, but I have the feeling it's going to be an objection. I stop her words by turning her around so fast that she is taken off-guard. Her back to my front, I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her soft hair. “Good night, babe,” I whisper, and she gets the hint that the conversation is over. Settling into me, we fall asleep.

Chapter 37

Ellie

I'm awakened by Justin who's still asleep, but is twitching and mumbling and drenched in sweat. I turn to face him. “Justin, baby,” I whisper, not wanting to startle him. His eyes fly open and he sits up instantly, breathing hard as he realizes he's having a nightmare.

“Baby, it's okay, it was just a dream.” I sit up next to him, holding the sheet to my chest and putting my hand on his clammy back, lightly, to try and comfort him. His muscles are tense and hard, and he jerks at my touch. I kiss his shoulder when he looks over at me, his eyes wide and frightened.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, not sure what he is saying sorry for.