He’d gone through all possible scenarios while tracing Aalto’s steps that fateful day. Who he might have met, who he might have spoken with. Dead ends, all of them. Hopefully this was going to bear fruit. It better, seeing all the trouble he was going to. Tracking this backpacking crowd all over the island.
Nico reached the counter and flagged the waiter. “A beer, please. And another of whatever he’s drinking,” he said smiling at the man standing beside him, who gave Nico a once-over and liked what he saw, if the way his eyes sparkled was anything to go by.
“Gin and tonic. Thanks. I’m Donald, by the way. Don.”
Nico knew. Donald Solis. Supervisor at the airline poor Marlene Cabrera had worked for.
“You alone, Don?”
“Not anymore.”
It always surprised Nico how easy it was to pick up men. Those morons didn’t seem to have any self-preservation instincts whatsoever. Actually, every person, man or woman, seemed to go brain-dead while on vacation.
It took him a total of thirty-five minutes to get Don to leave the joint with him. Like stealing candy from a baby, really.
It took him another fifteen more to get Donald to give Elle Cooper up.
Chapter Twelve
Elle couldn’t tear her eyes from Jack, too enthralled to even fiddle with the truck radio, despite how satisfying it was to bug him. Her terminator was a sight to behold. Gorgeous in regular clothes, in a tuxedo he was breathtaking. He’d been dolled up at her sister’s wedding, but then Elle and Jack didn’t have an intimate relationship. She hadn’t seen him naked. Hadn’t felt his hands over her, his cock pushing inside her, his body straining and his face feral as he single-mindedly fucked her. With all those memories and that sensory input fresh in her mind, Jack’s primal nature contained inside those proper clothes revved her up like nothing before had.
“We’re here,” he muttered, turning off the motor in front of the posh hotel where the gathering organized by Patricia Vaughan was to take place.
Jack was not pleased with this party, but they hadn’t been able to get out of it. Patricia Vaughan, Annie’s grandmother, wanted to present her great-granddaughter into society and as Jonah had been born several weeks after Lizzie, he had been included too. Elle and Jack, as godparents, had been strongly encouraged to attend.
“Come on, Borg. Let’s have some fun.”
Before she could open the door, he reached for her and hauled her to his lap. “Let’s set some ground rules first.”
“Hey, my stockings,” she complained. Her gown had a deep slash in one side, so accommodating him between her legs wasn’t difficult. Managing not to snag the thin material with his calloused hands was another matter altogether.
“Forget the stockings.”
“If you ruin them, I’d have to take them off.”
“If you take them off, I’ll fuck you.”
She broke into laughter. “You’ll fuck me either way.”
“True, but not here, at this very second.”
She flushed, a wave of heat spreading over her. My, what this guy could do to her with just a stern look and a handful of words, delivered with that raspy voice of his, abrading all her senses and utterly scattering her mind. And his scent. So male, so…devoid of metrosexual shit. Just a hint of soap and man. Barely bottled-up raw power.
“You like the idea,” he said quietly.
She nodded. It was mind-boggling how sexual she was with him. She had never been prudish when it came to sex, but she was very selective and didn’t jump into bed with the first guy who tickled her fancy. Who would have guessed that, now, with her sitting on top of Jack’s cock? No restraint whatsoever.
Like the boxing ring. Talk about high-intensity training. Or crazy monkey sex, as people called it. It had left her limp as an overcooked noodle, totally covered in sweat and so high on endorphins, amazing sex, and Jack, it had taken her days to get back to earth.
“It has its merits,” she admitted. “I could go without stockings, but your cum dripping down my inner thigh would look kind of conspicuous.”
“Tough shit. I won’t fuck you with a condom.”
She had no intention of humping him now, but that high-handed comment pissed her off. “What? Not ready to part with getting maximum pleasure with your sex? Even if I would ask you to?”
“My cock inside you, it’s always maximum pleasure, condom or no condom.”
“Then?”
She waited for him to answer but in true Jack form, he didn’t elaborated. Ass.
She tried moving away from him, but his grip on her intensified.
Control freak.
“About this party,” she said, changing the subject. By now she knew when she’d hit a stone wall with Jack. “What are those ground rules of yours?”
“You don’t move from my side. Ever.”
“Hmmm, can I go to pee on my own, or do I need to bring some sort of bottle?” His expression softened marginally. “We leave when I say. No befriending strangers. No drawing any attention to yourself.” Then he gave her a once-over and frowned. “I told you this dress was a bad idea.”