AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“He died two months before my twenty-first birthday.” She was four years younger than him. She should not be out here like this, unprotected.
“I’m sorry about your father.”
“Thank you,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. Enzo brushed it away. “My brother refused to honor my dad’s promise, and whenever I asked, he got scarier and scarier. When he had to go deal with an emergency last week in Havana, I knew it would be my only chance to escape. I didn’t send notice to Mr. Mesa in case he contacted the house while I was making my way to New York.”
She paused for a second, and he imagined she was wondering how much more to share. “That is why I’m scared of staying in Nassau. My brother does a lot of business there, and I could get recognized by one of his associates.” She slumped when she finished, as if confessing the precariousness of her situation had left her exhausted. She had been so brazen thus far, so willing to offer her body to make sure she got away. He knew that kind of desperation, that kind of fear. Enzo decided right then that he would help her. And if his instincts about Camden were right, once he knew of her true circumstances, the captain would help her too.
“We can talk to Cam,” he said, and even he could hear the hesitation in his voice. Damn that surly bastard.
Again, she bit her lip, but she didn’t look away this time. She locked eyes with him for a long moment before speaking again. “I know where there is very valuable rum you could take back to Atlantic City.” She spoke very quickly, like she wanted to get the words out before she thought better of it. But she didn’t seem like she was lying.
It took Enzo a moment to recover from the surprise. “You know where Valverde’s rum is?” If that was the case and she hadn’t said anything, Cam would be a lot less amenable to not dump her in Nassau.
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “It’s my rum.” She winced, and when she spoke next, she was whispering. “My father left a stash of about two thousand bottles of a rare Caña Brava batch.”
Enzo widened his eyes at that. He knew the name. It was one of the most coveted brands of Caribbean rum.
“One of my brother’s friends is keeping some of it for him in Nassau, in a cove where they hide contraband they sell to bootleggers. I know where it is, and I will take you there if you take me to New York. Butter said Cam is opening a jazz club in Harlem. Maybe I could sing for him.”
Enzo winced at that because the bootlegger would probably shoot her idea down immediately. But if she really had a bead on some rum, that could certainly get them out of a bind.
She was quiet for a while, as if she knew Enzo needed time to digest what she’d told him. “I can’t go home, please.”
The fear in her voice tore at him. He pressed her to him, angry at Cam’s callousness.
“You’re not going back there,” he foolishly promised. “We just need to talk to Cam.” If the rum was truly there, it would go a long way in persuading the captain to let her stay with them. Although Enzo hoped, like him, Camden would not be able to leave her to her own devices after he heard the cold fear in her voice when she spoke of home. She started to shake, and he wrapped his arm around her. “Shhh, you’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
“But Camden told me?—”
“Let me take care of you.” Enzo pressed his lips to hers, and she instantly responded. He slid his tongue inside, desperate for more of her, and she met the caress with an eagerness that made him burn. He slid his free hand up the side of her thigh, needing to feel her heat.
She moaned as his fingers grazed the nest of curls there, and she parted her legs just enough for him to explore her more. When he grazed her slickness she boldly guided his hand to her entrance. “I need it, please,” she begged.
He pressed a finger inside and almost came from the feel of that tight heat.
“Tan caliente,” he whispered as he peppered kisses to her neck. “Squeeze it,” he urged as he pushed in farther. She did, and he groaned, imagining her doing it to his cock. “Did you do this for Cam?” he asked.
She froze for a second at his words, but before he could ask if he’d crossed a line, she lifted her head to bite his earlobe. She circled her hips into his touch.
“Did you hear us?” she asked her voice laced with excitement, as she tugged down the straps of her dress, revealing those gorgeous tits.
“I heard,” he confirmed, taking the one she offered into his mouth as he pierced her with his fingers. “I heard you moaning for him, for his cock.” She gasped, clenching on him. “I wanted to be there.”
“Would you have touched me while he fucked me?”
“I would’ve held you open until it was my turn,” he told her, and she made a needy, excited sound. He sucked one of her nipples, then the other, then rubbed his lips on them as she pushed her chest against his mouth.
“He fucked between them,” she told him, and he almost blacked out at the words. “I pushed them together, and he fucked them.”
“I’d love to see that. Watch his big dick fucking them while I take this pretty pussy.”
“Oh,” she whispered, surprised. Like she loved the picture he was painting with her words.
“Would you like that? Having two men fucking you?”
“Mm-hmm.” The sound was very low because she was hiding her face in his neck.
He was up to two fingers, and she was so damn wet. He rubbed her clitoris with his other hand, and soon she was biting his shoulder, gripping his back. He was going to make her come on his hand and then go on his knees for her. He’d stroke himself while he made her climax a second time.
