They left it at that and he dug out his card key, letting himself in and shutting the door behind him. The suite felt empty, the silence total.
“Hey, I’m back! Hello?”
Since his friends weren’t back yet, he took a leisurely shower, washing away the ocean and the great sex. Once he was clean, he flopped onto the bed he was sharing with Lily and flipped on the television, only halfway paying attention.
Where the hell was Lily? He’d assumed she was headed to their room, but apparently he’d been wrong. Damn, he wanted to talk about their steamy encounters on the patio. Public sex was a first for him! That he could recall, anyway. And maybe talking would lead to more.
He hoped Liam was all right, too. Despite the younger man’s assurances, Jude worried about him. Being a couple of thousand miles from where the attack occurred had obviously helped him feel safe, though. If he said he was fine, Jude would go along. For now.
The drone of the television began to lull him to sleep, the day catching up to him. Fighting the airport, the flight. Sand and surf. Sex. Man, they’d really packed a lot into today.
He was hardly aware of the remote slipping from his hand.
Lily rolled over and stretched, blinking at the bright sunshine streaming through the gauzy curtains. A soft snore buzzed beside her and she glanced over to watch Jude sleep peacefully.
The sunlight set his hair on fire, bathed his rich golden skin. Long lashes rested against his high cheekbones and his lips were parted a bit. He lay sprawled on his back, one arm over his head, legs tangled in the sheets. A slice of naked hip was just visible, tantalizing her with thoughts of what was beneath.
When she’d crept in last night, he’d barely stirred. Part of him was awake now, however, poking at the sheet draped across the target area. The man was insatiable, even unconscious.
Thinking back to last night, she recalled the decadence of having the attention of the handsome bartender and his two friends. The two had her spread for their buddy, who feasted on her pussy with amazing skill, when she’d seen the cute, curvy blonde with the bobbed haircut approach Jude.
Watching what he and the girl were doing-knowing he obviously wanted Lily and everyone else to see-while Lily’s three studs spoiled her brought her one intense orgasm after another. Oh, the talents of the three men were pleasing enough, but it was dreaming of Jude that sent her into orbit.
Beside her, Jude shifted. Then his lashes fluttered open and she found herself looking into striking green eyes. Was he awake? Did blind people know their eyes were open when they first awoke? What a strange thought.
“Good morning,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. “How was your night?”
He rolled to face her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Good morning. It was very naughty,” he said, voice rumbling.
“How about yours?”
“I have a feeling you already know.”
“I might’ve heard something.”
“From your cute blond acquaintance?”
He reached out, skimmed her arm. “Was she blond? I’d wondered. Though not for long, since I was too busy to think about it.” He seemed to enjoy provoking her.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“That’s why you love me,” he teased.
Something inside her went still and quiet. In a very good way. “Yes, it is.”
Leaning over, he gave her a slow kiss. Not with too much heat, but lazy and comfortable. When he pulled back, a frown wrinkled his brow. “Is Liam back?”
“Yes, don’t worry,” she said, hugging him. “He returned a few minutes after I did, and he’s fine. Our Casanova was whistling.”
Jude pulled back and smiled in relief. “Good. I want him happy, and if this trip helps him recover, I’m satisfied, too.”
“He’s not the only one having fun,” she pointed out, caressing his broad chest. “You’re doing pretty well in that department.”
“Mmm, you bad girl. You really love to spy, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
His lips curved up. “Since I don’t have that luxury, where did you run off to last night? I came back here to find you and fell asleep waiting for you. Did your three admirers treat you right?”
That was sweet of him. A little pang pricked her heart at the thought of him waiting. “They did. After you and your blond friend were finished, we went to the indoor spa and took turns pleasuring each other. Juan-the bartender-went down on me outside, so I returned the favor. Afterwards, his friends were so aroused they needed some attention.”
“I can imagine,” he said, grinding his cock into her mound. “And did you give them some?”
“Of course. They were so patient, so hard from watching me and Juan. I sucked both of their cocks… at the same time,” she said with a grin.
His jaw dropped open. “The hell you say! Both?”
“Oh, yes. They were quite a tight fit, but the effort was well worth the results. I had them both sobbing like babies before I was through with them.”
“Christ, I can imagine,” he muttered. “Did any of them fuck you?”
“Would that bother you?”
A strange expression crossed his face. “I don’t know. Yes and no, I guess. It turns me on, but at the same time… it makes me jealous,” he said in wonder. “I know that’s a double standard, but I can’t help it. And at the same time, it makes me hotter than a torch.”
“Confusing, isn’t it? I feel the same way. We’re quite a screwed-up pair, aren’t we?”
“I’ll say.”
Clearly, he was done talking, because he nudged her thighs apart and his erection breached her sex. His cock slid into her, the invasion welcome, his strong body flexing. Moving over her, thrusting deep again and again.
“Lily, baby…”
Jude made love to her, cradling her against his chest, making her feel cherished. She trusted him, knew this was different than some hot, random encounter for him. He’d said he was falling for her, and she felt the truth in every movement. Every touch.
Far too soon, he propelled them to the edge and over. They clung together, shuddering, riding out the tremors until they lay replete. He peppered her face with kisses, nipped the sensitive skin of her neck until she giggled and squirmed, happier than she’d ever been.
She gave herself to the high, refusing to think about Dietz and how pissed he must be that she’d vanished. About whether Michael would be able to expose the man for the evil traitor he was.
She just held on and prayed that, for once, she’d have something left worth fighting for when this was over.
Dietz wore a hole in the carpet of his office, seething at the unacceptable turn of events.
Why, of all times, did Michael fucking Ross have to take the helm again? Dietz had been summoned to their leader’s office and relegated back to his old, mundane duties quite abruptly, with barely a word of thanks for all he’d done to keep things running smoothly.
Lily Vale. The bitch must’ve figured out the truth. Gone running to Ross-right before she gathered her two fuck buddies and left the goddamned country.
Dietz would find them. And when he did, she and her friends would all pay.
The chirp of the phone cut his inner tirade short. He took a few cleansing breaths before picking up. “Dietz. Make it worthwhile.”
