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She placed her hands on my shoulders balancing herself.
“Do you hear yourself? This is what an amazing fuck sounds like,” I whispered as my face hovered over hers, and my dick slammed into her wet pussy so hard that I was surprised the glass didn’t break under the force of my thrusting.
“Yes!” she cried out as her nails dug into me. “Please don’t stop!”
“Mine,” I grunted. “You are mine.”
“Yours,” she repeated as she matched each thrust.
“What was that?”
“Yours! I’m fucking yours! Yes!” she screamed and grabbed her own breasts as she came for the second time.
Her voice, her body, it drove me fucking insane. Hugging her close to me, I kissed her hard against the glass, as I thrust forward once more, then held her still as I came.
“God, Cora,” I gasped. My vision was slightly blurred.
“He has nothing to do with this,” she whispered.
Smiling, I pulled out slowly, but I didn’t give her any room to escape me as I stood directly under the shower. The water was now running cold, but I didn’t mind as my body was on fire. Opening my eyes, she rested against the glass…thoroughly fucked and beautiful. She stayed there for a second before she turned and grabbed the soap. Stepping towards me, I realized that her intent wasn’t to wash herself, but to wash me.
Taking the soap from her hands, I rubbed it against her body, spending more time then I needed to on her breasts. I wanted ten minutes to pass by quickly so that I could take her again…and maybe one more time after that for good measure.
“What am I going to do with you, Coraline?” I asked as the water rinsed us both.
“Fascinate me. Feed me. Fuck me,” she replied. “Basically everything you’ve been doing.”
“I can do that,” I said, as I flicked the water off of my face and hair before I turned off the water. Taking her hand, I pulled her to me and kissed her forehead before I led her out of the shower.
As we wrapped ourselves in towels, we moved into the master bedroom. I could see from the window that we were already at the dock.
I still had work I needed to do, and it couldn’t wait for sunset.
“Cora.” I turned back to find her searching through the bag she’d packed before we left the villa.
“Yes?”
“I’m going run into town to drop something off for my uncle. Do you want to wait here or would you prefer to go into town and shop?”
“Shop.” She grinned.
And I nodded as I reached for my wallet.
“Declan, it’s okay, I have—”
“My card is already out.” I took her hand and placed it into her palm. “So accept it. Besides, whatever clothes you buy, you’ll be wearing it for me anyway.”
“Fine,” she said with a sigh as she shook her head.
“Do you want me walk with you?” I asked as I slid into a pair of jeans and grabbed a black shirt.
She shook her head, and lifted up a blowdryer and flat iron. “I don’t want to make you wait. I wouldn’t be surprised if you came back before I finished getting ready. Go ahead, I’ll be fine.”
I didn’t like just leaving her, but I didn’t have a choice.
“I’ll have two men here, Eric and Patrick. They’ll take you into the city, and back to the villa.”
She placed her hand on my face. “Declan, I’ll be fine. Besides, you brought way more security than we needed. If anyone saw us they’d think you were some sort of big shot drug dealers or something.”
“Ha! Yeah.” It was all I could think to say. Part of me wanted to ask her ‘so what if I am?’ But I simply kissed her forehead and walked towards the door. Glancing back, I could see that her attention was already back on her things as she tried to unwind the cord of her blowdryer.
At the bottom of the stairs and at the back of the boat, both Eric and Patrick stood waiting. Eric handed me my jacket, gloves, and a gun, which I quickly placed behind my back and out of sight.
“You two will both be staying here.” I took second pair of keys and pulled out my phone.
“What?” Eric questioned.
“I want you both to stay with her and follow her as she goes shopping. Watch over her while I take care of business, and remember—she’s the woman in my bed, while you’re the men on my family’s payroll. The order of importance should be clear. Do you understand me?”
They both nodded.
Patrick spoke out when I climbed out of the boat and onto the docks.
“Are you going to do this alone?”
“I have a lot more friends in Cancun than you realize.” And where there were friends, there were also enemies. Which was why I needed them with her.
“Check-in in thirty?” Eric asked, and I nodded, already moving towards the old, black Sudan parked behind the Range; I preferred her in that one.
Once I started the engine I dialed the number of my contact. The phone rang exactly three times before he answered.
“Miguel. I’m cashing in a favor.”
“After five years?” his husky, voice questioned.
“Were you hoping that I would forget?”
“You Callahans can sure hold grudges. What do you need?”
“It’s a skill. I need your boys for a raid.”
“It sounds like you’re doing me another favor.” He coughed, proving that all those damn Cubans were finally killing his lungs.
“When you and your boys arrest them, I want you to leave me half of the drugs and Slasher.”
“Declan.”
Speeding past the light, I drive further from the coast. “Miguel, how many times has our family helped you snatch the incoming coke from the Giovanni family? Or told you if the Valeros were rolling through?”
“The Giovanni family hasn’t come through in four years. Good thing too, I heard Iron Hands has gotten even more merciless over the years. Right before they left Cancun, they gave us a parting present, four of our largest dealers’ heads on police cruisers, with ladrón carved into their heads.”
Ladrón …thief. I wondered how much they must have stolen from Orlando Giovanni for him to go that far. Four years ago, they were dying off, begging to make peace with the Irish. Now they were well on their way to being just as strong as us. If Liam didn’t marry Orlando’s daughter, God only knew how bloody the future would be. The reason why the Seven Bloods and Slasher were now our problem was because the Giovannis had left a void in a prime trade route.
“Either way, Miguel,” I said, as I gathered my thoughts. “It’s a win-win for both of us. I get a thug, and you get to look like you’re cleaning up the streets again.”
It was a useless mission. No one could clean up the streets because people didn’t want them to be clean.
He sighed. “Where?”
“Cinco Motel, rooms six through nine. How soon can you get here?” I said, as I pulled up and parked only one block away.
“Seven minutes.”
“Perfect.” I hung up, stepped out of the car, and began making my way over towards the old, grey building with the flickering motel light.
In the parking lot, a few Mexicans were very obviously noticing the out of place white boy as they worked on their cars. Up on the stairs, three of their whores waited, their breasts barely covered in old bikinis, and wearing jean skirts that had so many holes, they shouldn’t have even bothered. I knew the men in the parking were watching me.
