The Vargas Cartel Trilogy: Books 1 - 3 Page 17

  Then, he drove inside of me, stilling for a second, not moving. We both blew out a long, exaggerated breath of relief, our foreheads touching, our eyes connecting, our hearts beating together in perfect synchronicity. I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t want to know. I was afraid the knowledge would kill me.

  “Ryker,” I murmured, sounding more than a little lost.

  He nodded. “I know.”

  He pulled out, pushed in again, and then slid out once more. I tightened my legs, pulling him closer, hating the split second where I lost that primal connection to him. He slid his hand around my hips, cupping my backside, and then he moved fast and hard. My back pounded against the walls of the pool, scraping my skin, but I hardly noticed.

  Distantly, I heard the slapping of the water as it lapped over the tiled ledge of the pool, and the small noises of birds and insects in the jungle surrounding us. But most of all, I heard the sounds of us.

  Skin slapped against skin.

  Exhalations mingled into one solid stream of desire.

  Moans chased moans.

  I curled into him, trusting him to keep me afloat, not just physically, but mentally too.

  Hot, glowing fire blazed through my body coalescing in my core. I was close. So close. My nails raked his back. An answering shudder wracked through his body. Our pleasure climbed to completion in unison, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust and roll of his hips.

  Then, I climaxed, fast and hard. I screamed, not caring about anything. Not the cameras. Not Ignacio’s security team. Not tomorrow. Not my freedom. Nothing except the feel of Ryker inside of me.

  His mouth captured mine, drinking the tortured sounds of my pleasure as spasm after spasm rocked through me, each one milking him to his completion. And then he came, following me into oblivion.

  I swallowed his strained growl as his body stiffened against mine, and then he bucked with the force of his orgasm, slamming me into the wall one final time.

  Neither of us moved for a prolonged second, basking in the warm glow of a shared release. Then, his body sagged against mine, his chin resting on my head, and his weight nearly pulled us under the water. I reached back, bracing my arms on the ledge of the pool.

  “Sorry,” he chuckled, taking a step back.

  A satisfied smile on my face, I leaned against the wall and tipped my head to the sky. The sky was a maze of brilliant, shimmering diamonds on black velvet.

  “It’s beautiful at night here,” I whispered without meeting his eyes.

  “You’re beautiful at night,” he answered immediately.

  Happiness, exhilaration, and exhaustion collided inside of me. I didn’t know if I wanted to swim a hundred laps or crawl back to my room and sleep.

  He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out of the pool.

  “Where are we going?” My arms circled his neck, and I buried my face against his damp chest.

  “To your room.”

  “The cameras,” I whispered. Ignacio said he didn’t care what happened between Ryker and me, but I still didn’t want him to have any evidence to use against me at some date in the future.

  “I turned them off.” He pushed the door to my room open.

  “When?”

  “Earlier tonight. Before I got into the pool.” His wet feet slapped against the terra cotta tiles.

  “Why?”

  “Because if you didn’t come to me, I planned to go to you.”

  I tipped my face up so I could see him. “But you told me to go away and that we shouldn’t do this anymore. You didn’t want me.”

  A grin lit the shadowed planes of his sharp-angled face. “I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you, but I needed to give you the chance to say no if that’s what you wanted.”

  He let my feet drop to the floor, next to the bed. He stripped back the covers. “Get in.”

  “Wait,” I said as I sat down. “Our swimming suits.”

  “I’ll get them before morning.”

  “Are you leaving?”

  “No.” His eyes flashed to the clock, glowing with red numbers on the nightstand. “We still have five hours and forty-five minutes until you leave, and I intend to put every minute we have left to good use.”

  My eyes widened, and he chuckled. “Make room for me.”

  I scooted back, my eyes never leaving his.

  Almost instantly, his body covered mine, his lips drinking me in, demanding all of me. And we were right back where we started, touching each other, devouring each other, taking more than either of us had the right to give.

  Each frenzied kiss and wild touch tumbled into the next. His mouth consumed me. His teeth marked me, but I didn’t complain. I wanted him to claim me even if it was only for a night…less than a night.

  Then, he slid inside of me for the second time that night, claiming me like I’d never been claimed before. Like I’d never be claimed again. Every thrust stole more of me than the previous one. Every wave of pleasure swallowed my regrets and any lingering ‘what ifs,’ because Ryker and I could never be anything except what we were in this fragment of time.

  Then, like a perfectly orchestrated dance, we climaxed in unison, the agony and beauty of the moment making me delirious—deliriously happy and deliriously sad.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “Hattie.”

  I rolled onto my side, pulling the sheets over my head.

  “Hattie,” the voice said again. “You need to wake up. You’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

  My eyes snapped open and then I shut them immediately, blocking the blinding sun streaming through the windows.

  “Close the fucking curtains,” I grumbled.

  “No. We overslept.”

  “Ryker?” I said, opening my eyes again, squinting to bring him into focus.

  Ryker was fully dressed in his usual black pants and black shirt. His hair was wet and his face was clean-shaven.

  “I moved your suitcase to the car. Everything is ready for you to leave.”

  “Crap,” I said, sitting up, the sheet falling to my waist, making me uncomfortably aware of the fact that I was still naked while he had dressed and showered.

  “You don’t have time to shower.”

  He handed me a stack of clothes. I stared at them, unseeing for a few moments.

  “Let me help you.”

  “No,” I answered reflexively. I needed to put some distance between us.

  He ignored me. Instead, he snagged the clothes out of my hands and within seconds he started dressing me. First, he slid on my panties, then my bra and finally, my dress. The protectiveness and intimacy in his gesture made the corners of my eyes burn with tears I could never shed.

  “You look beautiful.” He trailed a finger down my neck and along my collarbone. Our eyes locked, exchanging words and thoughts better left unspoken. Misery boomeranged through my body. Whatever we had was over, and I’d never see him again.

  “You should put some makeup on your neck.”

  I shrugged because I didn’t care about my neck.

  “And comb your hair. It looks like you spent the night rolling around in bed.” He smirked as he handed me the comb from the nightstand. I ran it through my hair before tossing it on the bed.

  He glanced over his shoulder.

  “Wait.” I snagged his arm. “Are you leaving? Is this it?”

  He smiled, but his eyes looked dull and flat. “Not yet. First, I’m going to kiss you. Then, I’m going to walk you to the car, say goodbye, and you’re going to drive away.”

  “Okay.” My body swayed with the impending loss.

  He swept a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re going to meet Evan where highway 307 intersects with the road leaving the villa. Then, you’re going to forget about me, about what happened between us, and you’re going to give Evan his second chance.”

  “No, I can’t.” I shook my head from side to side, nausea rising in my stomach.

  He pressed to fingers to my lips. “You can, and
you will.”

  “But…” I protested.

  He cradled my face with the palms of his hands. “But nothing, Hattie. What we had or didn’t have is over. Wanting or wishing for something else won’t change the future.”

  Tears leaked from my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I simply stood there waiting for the kiss he promised. I didn’t have another option. What he said was the cold truth.

  His lips brushed across mine for the hundredth time in the last seven hours, but unlike last night, this kissed wasn’t frenzied or an invitation for more. It was goodbye. I followed his lead, tasting him, memorizing him, and absorbing the beauty of the end of us.

  And then he released me, and it was over. Forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  I switched the gearshift into drive. I was free. I should have said a Hallelujah or two, but my freedom felt flat, lonely, and oppressive. I inhaled deeply through my nose to push back the rush of despair flooding my veins.

  Yes, Evan and my old life would be waiting for me where the road met the highway, just like Ryker said. I should’ve been happy, and I was. Within twenty-four hours, I’d be back in my bed at either my parents’ house or my apartment with Evan. It was my choice.

  Except, part of me didn’t want that life anymore. I’d driven a hundred yards down the road, and I already missed Ryker. I craved him with every inhalation and exhalation. Somehow over the past few weeks, he infected my blood. He infiltrated my mind and ruined me for anyone else. With every touch and brush of his lips, he shattered the illusions of my former life and everything I believed about myself.

  I wanted him in my life, which was fucking stupid considering how he turned my life upside down and inside out. He abducted me, he used me to secure his brother’s release, but my heart refused to believe he didn’t care about me as much as I cared about him. His actions, his touch, and his eyes all said he felt something for me, but I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I didn’t trust him; but more importantly, I didn’t trust myself.

  He took everything I offered him and more last night, and now I wanted it again. I wanted more. His uniquely Ryker scent still coated my body, burning my senses and taunting me with his absence. The ghost-like memory of his embrace as he held me last night lingered in the air, teasing me. The weight of his body against mine as he moved inside me was like an invisible blanket, covering every inch of my skin, branding me for life.

  And that kiss…I shouldn’t have let that happen. I should’ve refused him and walked away, but that was the problem. I could never deny Ryker anything.

  I slammed my hand against the steering wheel with a muttered curse. What the fuck was I thinking? I’d never see him again. I refused to believe otherwise, and wanting anything from him, even for a split second, was dangerous. “Move on, dammit. Move the fuck on!” I screamed in the empty car.

  I knew Ryker was trouble from the first minute my eyes met his in that bar. If my ego hadn’t been bruised and battered by Evan’s betrayal, I would have walked away without a second glance and never looked back. Ryker said he would have found me anyway, but maybe things would have been different. Maybe I could’ve eluded him. Maybe I would’ve found someone else at the bar. Who the heck knows?

  I shook my head and white-knuckled the steering wheel. I needed to put distance between Ryker and me. Distance would make everything better. This thing with Ryker, whatever it was or wasn’t, had ended. My sanity depended on my ability to scrub every last memory of him from my mind, my body, and my soul. What happened between us was my secret. I couldn’t share it…ever. Nobody would understand. When I felt stronger, I could come to terms with my behavior and make sense of it, but I had a feeling it would be a long, hard road before I succeeded.

  As the trees cleared, I saw the highway about two hundred feet in the distance.

  Highway 307.

  The highway to freedom.

  The highway to Evan.

  The highway to my family.

  The highway to my old life.

  The highway away from Ryker…forever.

  Forever was a long time.

  I swallowed my heated sobs and wiped the evidence of my tear-stained face with the back of my hand. It was over, and just as the thought floated through my mind, I saw Evan leaning against a black sedan on the shoulder of the road, his sandy brown hair blowing in the wind, and his hands shoved deep into the front pockets of his perfectly starched khaki pants. Even from a distance, I noticed the wide smile on his face. That charming smile used to make my stomach flip, now it made it twist. He cheated, but what I did was infinitely worse. I betrayed him with my mind, body, and soul. Going back to my old life, pretending as though nothing happened, didn’t seem possible. But what options did I have?

  I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood. “You can do this,” I whispered to myself, even as my mind begged me to thrust the gearshift into reverse and run back to Ryker. We were over. I needed to accept it and move forward, just like Ryker said.

  I’d face Evan and my family alone. I’d spent the next god knows how long weaving elaborate lies about my time as a prisoner because Ryker’s name would never fall from my mouth ever again. He may own my body and a twisted part of my heart, but he wouldn’t own my words. “Let the games begin,” I said as I rolled down the window. The salty sea air washed over my skin and calmed my tattered nerves until the numbness swallowed me just as I had hoped.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Ryker

  I raked my hands through my hair as I watched the back of Hattie’s car until it disappeared into the twisted vines and shrubs of the jungle. Only then did I pull my cell phone from my front pocket. “Senator Deveron, Miss Covington has been released.”

  “Hold on, let me put my phone on speaker. My son will want to hear this too.”

  I gritted my teeth, barely holding back the anger I wanted to unleash on both of them. “Fine,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “Okay, go ahead,” Senator Deveron said.

  “You can retrieve Miss Covington where the road leading from the compound intersects with Highway 307 in twenty minutes. She’ll be driving a light blue sedan,” I said.

  “Perfect. Rever’s plane landed an hour ago. He should contact you soon.”

  “He already did,” I offered. I wouldn’t have let Hattie drive away if I didn’t have confirmation of his release.

  “Mr. Vargas, this is Evan Deveron.”

  “Yes?” I responded with thinly veiled disgust dripping from my voice. I hated this fucking asshole from the moment an acquaintance introduced me to him, and that was before I met Hattie.

  “I trust that Hattie will be untouched and in good condition.” Evan wanted to sound calm and business-like, but his voice wavered. He’d never be half the politician his father was, which was a good thing. He actually had a conscience living somewhere inside of him. Unfortunately for him, a conscience was a fatal flaw in D.C.

  “Are you questioning how I do my job? You hired me to make you look like a fucking hero. Don’t question my methods, or I’ll drag her ass back here and you’ll never get your second chance,” I barked through the phone, refusing to answer Evan’s question. After last night, there was no way anyone could call Hattie untouched. In fact, I made a point to touch every inch of her so I’d be so far under her skin, it’d be my face she’d see anytime Evan or any other stuffy asshole touched her.

  “No,” Senator Deveron said. “We understood the terms. As long as we find Hattie alive at the arranged meeting point, we’ll be thrilled with your services. Evan will have his second chance, and Rever won’t have the opportunity to reveal any undesirable information.”

  Asshole. He didn’t give a shit about Hattie. He needed the merger of the Deveron and Covington families so he had the U.S. Attorney General in his pocket—in case the media or anyone else stumbled on his less-than-legitimate connections to the dirty money of the Mexican underworld. It funded his campaigns. It bought his casino. It bought his
hookers. “Send your fucking people in here to clean up this place. I don’t want any evidence connecting me to this shit.”

  “They’re already on their way. It was a pleasure doing business with you again. One of these days, we’ll have to meet in person and discuss how I can get you to work for me full time. I’m going to run for President soon.”

  “I never do business with people I haven’t met.” It wasn’t a lie. I never took a job without weaving myself into the person’s world beforehand. They may not know my real name or line of work, but I made sure I knew everything about them.

  “We’ve met?” Senator Deveron’s voice wavered, exhibiting an uncharacteristic flicker of insecurity.

  I chuckled, finding amusement in exposing his fear. “Of course. I know everything about you, including your weekly call to that escort service in Fairfax. Your Christian constituents back home wouldn’t look favorably on that information.”

  His anger vibrated through the phone, but he didn’t scare me. Nobody did. Unlike my father, I bartered in information. Money didn’t rule the world. Information did, and I had it in spades. I owned everyone.

  “Son,” Ignacio Vargas said, putting his hand on my shoulder as I disconnected my burner phone and removed the battery. “Did everything work out?”

  “Just as we discussed.” I slipped the phone into my pocket.

  “And Senator Deveron’s connections to the Vargas Cartel won’t be exposed?”

  “Not today.” I crossed my arms over my chest. My life as a fixer wore on me, especially when my family sucked me back into the fold to deal with their shit. When I started in my line of work, I loved being the force behind the scenes, manipulating the world to right it again. Now I realized my naivety. There weren’t any good or bad guys. They were on the same fucking team, working for the same fucking goal. The struggle between the righteous and the evil was world-class theater to manipulate the masses into tiny pockets of fear and hatred. After all, it’s easier to control people divided than people united.