Chapter Six
The next morning Jack watched Sierra climb aboard the yacht like there was nothing wrong. Even though he knew she hadn’t been caught with any drugs, he was surprised she looked so relaxed and rested after what had to be an unnerving situation with the police yesterday. Hell, he didn’t sleep a bit last night, and he wasn’t the one who almost got caught.
She did her job without a hint of nervousness or stress. Even now, as everyone got off the boat on Sol Cay she acted as if nothing was bothering her, as if she didn’t have a worry in the world as she smiled and chatted with Crystal. Sierra was either a damn good actress or he was losing his mind. Again.
Jack wasn’t sure which one was worse. He wanted her to be innocent but he knew what he saw, and there was only one explanation. She got rid of the drugs somehow, somewhere, without him seeing.
It wouldn’t happen again. He was going to keep a close eye on the woman. “Do you have any plans for the day?” Jack asked with what he hoped was the right amount of innocence in his voice. He didn’t want to scare her off.
“I was reading up on Sol Cay last night and the books say the snorkeling here is amazing. You don’t happen to know any good spots, do you?” She batted her eyes at him and he had to work to remain unaffected. He had a job to do here and he couldn’t let her cute flirting cause him to take his eye off the goal.
“I do happen to know a couple.” He didn’t mean to, but Jack grinned down at her. It was fine. If he didn’t flirt with Sierra, she might get suspicious. He just had to convince himself that was really the reason he was doing it. It wasn’t because his cock ached to have her again.
“I’ll go get my swimsuit and snorkeling gear and meet you up here in a couple minutes.” She gave him another easy smile.
“Sounds good.” He was going to get to keep an eye on the woman and get to see her in a bikini again. Not that seeing her in a bikini was going to be a great thing. All it would really do was torment him further, make him want the woman he couldn’t have anymore.
Five minutes later Sierra stood on deck in the same sexy tank top and shorts over the bikini she’d worn on their last beach excursion. She carried her flippers, and the same backpack was looped over her shoulders. It would be a good reminder of why he had to do what he was doing. The strange thing about that backpack was Blake said the dog didn’t show any sign of drugs on it. It should have at least some trace after holding that much cocaine. According to Blake, those dogs were amazing at picking up the slightest scent, and this one didn’t sense any except on her brother’s jacket. There was something strange going on but Jack would figure it out. He had to after giving Blake a false lead.
“We’ll go out in the dingy. There’s a great reef not far from here.” Jack lowered the little gray boat into the water and held Sierra’s hand as she climbed in. He had to pretend not to feel any spark from her touch and deny the attraction that surged because of it.
Jack cranked up the motor, glad to have a distraction from Sierra, glad that their positions and the noise of the engine prohibited any uncomfortable, or comfortable, conversation.
He drove the dingy about fifteen minutes along the shoreline and soon they were out of sight of the yacht, on top of one of his favorite places to dive. Sol Cay was a beautiful island, and quiet. All the surrounding islands were bigger, more populated and kept most of the tourist action. This was an out-of-the-way, hidden treasure, and Jack appreciated the isolation. Doug and Alexis probably would have never stopped here if it weren’t for Doug’s friend owning a restaurant on the island.
“There’s a reef right off the beach.” It was almost a mile long, came almost up to the surface and kept any large boats from getting too close to the shore. It also protected the area. He could pull the little boat right up onto the beach and they could swim the short distance back out to one of the most amazing places to snorkel in the world.
Jack pulled onto the sand and held Sierra’s hand as she climbed out. She stood inches from him.
“Thank you for taking me out today.” It was obvious from the way she looked up at him and the way she moved closer that she expected him to kiss her. And damn if he didn’t want the same thing.
Sierra moved up on her tiptoes and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers. She was soft and hot and Jack had to move away before he did something he might regret. He didn’t have to act when he said, “That was nice.” It was too damn nice for comfort. He still wanted the woman.
Jack forced himself to take a step back, but he couldn’t stop the grin still on his lips. “Shall we?” He motioned to the ocean. He needed to get in the water and away from the temptation of Sierra.
“Sure.” She pulled her mask and snorkel out of her backpack and slipped off her shorts and tank top.
The teal bikini clung tightly to her sexy curves and firm muscles. Then again she could probably make a gunnysack look sexy. It was torture.
Jack took the lead, swimming out to the reef where they were lucky enough to have the distraction of hundreds of colorful fish swimming along the coral. Lobsters scurried by on the sandy ocean floor and sea fans danced with the waves and currents. He always felt most at peace under the water and today was no exception. In the water he could forget the worries of the world, nothing bad was going to happen here. And it was nice to be able to relax and just enjoy Sierra again. Knowing what she was doing didn’t change the fact that she was beautiful and fun and sweet.
But she was and wishing things were different wasn’t going to do a damn bit of good.
They’d been swimming for almost an hour when his stomach started grumbling. Jack couldn’t let himself live in this silly little dream any longer. It was time to face reality, and the fact that the girl he had fallen for was a drug runner. Get on with this day. He’d watch her, find out where the drugs were being handed off and stick to business.
Jack tapped Sierra on the shoulder and she came to the surface with a huge grin on her face. Fuck. He wanted this all to be real, wanted to keep her. But that couldn’t happen.
“You ready to go back?” he forced himself to say.
“Sure,” Sierra agreed easily.
He swam beside her to the shore, not in any rush to get back but knowing he had to. When she walked out of the water Jack couldn’t help but admire the beads of water dripping down her bronze skin, glimmering in the sunlight as she walked across the warm sand. He shouldn’t be checking her out. But damn if he could stop.
Jack leaned over the dingy and grabbed both his and Sierra’s towels. When he stood back up she was making her move, pressing her sexy body against his as she took the towel from his hand and wrapped it loosely over her shoulders and grinned up at him.
“Thank you for bringing me here.” Sierra wrapped her arms around his waist, her skin a mixture of cool wetness on the surface and warmth just beneath, her hands moving to his ass, pressing him against her and it was just too much to resist.
Jack bent forward, kissed Sierra, with all the passion he had been trying not to feel. It was what she expected but he couldn’t deny that it was what he wanted too. He had to play along with the romance but his heart didn’t have to like it so damn much.
“You’re welcome.” He pulled away, needing to keep his distance, but it was already too late. His cock was hard, needing her.
“We better get back to the yacht and have some lunch,” he said but couldn’t force his body to move away from her touch.
“I have another idea,” she said, her voice soft and low.
He had a feeling his cock was going to enjoy this other idea very much but he couldn’t fuck her. Not under these circumstances.
Sierra ran a hand down the length of his dick and Jack let out an involuntary groan. Couldn’t help himself.
“Oh yeah?” He shouldn’t have said that, especially not in the low moan it came out as. He shouldn’t encourage her.
“How about sex in the dingy?” She pushed him toward the little boat.
He didn’t resist like he should, but took a step backward and let her push him into a seated position on the edge of the boat.
Sierra straddled him and pressed her cunt hard against his cock, only a couple thin layers of material between his cock and the sweet wetness he wanted so damn bad. The breath sucked right out of his lungs.
“I didn’t bring a condom.” It wasn’t the truth, he had two, but he had to say something, come up with some good reason to stop this from happening. He couldn’t lead her on. Couldn’t have sex with her under these circumstances.
“That’s okay.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a little, square package. “I did.”
Sierra stood up and looked around. They were in a completely secluded part of the island. There wasn’t anything but sand and palm trees and water for as far as a person could see. She must have been satisfied with the isolation of the spot because she untied her top, let it drop to the sand and then did the same thing with her bikini bottoms, standing completely naked in front of him. Her perfect breasts jutted toward him. He could smell the sweetness of her sex on the warm ocean breeze.
The last of Jack’s resistance disappeared. It wasn’t as if this was their first time or either of them thought this would develop into any kind of a relationship. That had already been discussed. He could have one more time with Sierra.
Hell. He
had
to have her one more time.
Sierra tugged on his trunks and Jack lifted himself off the boat so she could slide them off. His cock pointed to the sky, needing to be wrapped in her tight cunt.
Now he could see why so many wars in the past were started because of love, because of a woman. When she was there tempting him, he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think of anything but how much he wanted her. The woman was his biggest weakness.
Sierra’s breast was right there, close to his face and tempting, so he grabbed it with one hand and moved it to his lips, sucking the nipple to a stiff peak. He did the same thing to the other one, sucking harder this time, and the little squeak that came from her lips let him know just how much she liked it. And damn if he didn’t want to please her more than anything else.
Jack moved a finger to her sex. Her pussy lips were swollen, her opening slick, wet and ready for him.
Sierra ripped open the condom and rolled it torturously slowly down his cock when he needed to be pounding into her hard and fast and getting this woman out of his system for good.
She straddled him, her heat and wetness teasing the tip of his cock, and then in one quick motion, she took all of him into her. Her pussy clenched tightly to him, causing a rush of blood to his dick.
“That’s right, baby.” He shouldn’t be calling her his baby, not in this situation, but it just slipped out. “Ride me, Sierra.”
And she did, slowly at first, moaning her pleasure with every stroke, sending him closer to release with each movement.
Her breasts bounced in the sunshine and she moved her cunt up and down on him, harder and faster, her moans getting higher pitched, letting him know she was almost there. He thrust up to meet her, pounding deep inside again and again until she slammed down, her pussy clenching around him and that was all it took. His balls tightened, his hips thrust upward, forcing his cock deep inside her as he came and he shot his load hard and fast.
“Oh God, Sierra,” Jack groaned as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his cock.
She clung to him, her beautiful, naked body still tensing on top of him until she finally found relaxation and let her head fall against his chest.
“That was beautiful,” he said. And it was. And that wasn’t what he wanted. He needed to forget about the woman, get her out of his system, but fucking her now just made him want her even more.
When he finally felt like he could move again, Jack said, “I guess we better get going.” Even though every ounce of him wanted to stay and do Sierra again and again and again.
“I
am
getting a little bit hungry.” She slid off his cock and instantly he missed the feel of her.
Sierra put her bikini back on and then her shorts and tank top. Jack hated seeing it all go back on. He wanted to stay right here, naked with her forever, live in bliss on their own little piece of paradise and pretend not to have a care in the world. Instead he pulled up his trunks and moved to the front of the boat to push it into the water. He had to face reality. There wasn’t going to be a happily ever after here.
Jack cranked up the motor on the boat and sped away from paradise. Twenty minutes later, they were pulling back up to the yacht and he felt half sick over what had happened and how damn badly he wanted it to happen again. He worked to raise the dingy and secure it to the boat, hoping like hell the physical exertion would do something to ease the ache of his cock. Just as he was finishing securing the dingy to the yacht he looked over to see Crystal climbing off the boat, wearing the same backpack as Sierra.
Shit.
“She has the same backpack as you?” He didn’t know why he said the words out loud. It was obvious she did. Sierra was wearing hers right now and Crystal had the same one slung over one shoulder.
“Yeah. We went to the same college for undergrad, University of North Dakota. That’s where I met Crystal. She got me the job on this yacht.”