Guide Me Home (SEAL of Fortune) (7 page)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

It’s just after three in the morning by the time Ronnie pulls the Mogle into the parking garage of the hotel. “Ryker… we’re here,” she says drowsily. Good thing the truck is easy to drive. Even though she took a nap yesterday afternoon she is feeling the effects of the long day.

“Understood. Any sign of our friends?”

“Not yet. Wait a minute. Here comes another car.”

“On your feet!” Ryker orders, snapping the woman and daughter awake.

The three struggle to their feet just as the door opens. “Did you get the virus?” Mr. Spreck asks.

“No. But I have the next link in the chain... Ghazi Kalif. Kadar has his phone number.”

“Excellent work. We’ll take it from here,” Mr. Spreck says, helping the daughter then the woman down the three steps to the ground. “Cut them loose,” he says. Before one of Spreck’s men can move, Ryker produces his wire cutters and snips their wrists free.

“What are you going to do with us?” Kadar asks, pulling his wife and daughter to him.

“That all depends on you and how cooperative you are,” Mr. Spreck says as the bag team moves in around the Masood family. “Go get some sleep,” he says to Ryker and Ronnie. “It’s going to take some time to check out this Ghazi Kalif.”

Ryker slams the roll up door shut on the back of the Mogle and locks it, the steps retreating back under the truck. He returns his gear to the small bag, takes it out of the cab, and then locks the truck. “Let’s go,” he says to Ronnie. “I’m beat.”

***

“Would you have really shot them?” Ronnie asks quietly as the door to their suite clicks shut behind them.

“Not the woman and child, no. Not unless they tried to escape or something. But I didn’t want Kadar to know that,” Ryker says as she melts into his arms.

She can feel her eyes go wide at the qualification. “You would have shot them if they tried to escape?”

“Ronnie…” he says softly. “This has to be a clean operation. If they escaped and warned this Kalif guy, we may never find the virus. I wouldn’t have shot them unless I had no other option, but the stakes are too high for me to take that chance.”

Ronnie knows that’s true, but it is still hard for her to hear. “What will the CIA do to them?”

“Probably nothing. They have leverage with Kadar’s wife and daughter. They will pump him for everything he knows and then probably let them go after we recover the virus. Or are far enough up the chain. But, like Baltasar, they will have their hooks into him. Remember what Baltasar’s interrogator said: ‘there are many types of freedom.’”

She nods her head in understanding, her eyes getting heavy. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but can we go to bed and just sleep?”

“Thank God! I’m not sure I’m up for anything more,” he chuckles.

She smiles. If she weren’t so damn sleepy she might try him, just to see if she can get him up for it. With that thought, she pulls herself from his embrace and begins to shuck her clothes as he follows suit. Even though she had a slight head start, Ryker finishes first and tumbles into the bed, Ronnie right behind him. They can brush their teeth in the morning.

Snuggling in tight, Ronnie rolls over so Ryker can spoon up behind her, his knees tucking in behind hers, his chest snug in her back, his arms around her cupping a breast held gently in each hand. As she begins to fade into sleep she can feel Ryker’s hardness pressing tightly against her ass. “Show off,” she mumbles as she slips into darkness.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ronnie swims up out of the darkness of sleep, reaching behind her for Ryker. He isn’t there and her hand lands on something that crackles and feels slightly squishy. Sitting up, blinking in the bright gloom of the room, she looks at the bedside clock, its dull red numbers displaying 10:56. The late-morning sun makes her blink against the brightness, even though the drapes are pulled tightly shut. She sniffs and snacks her lips, blinking herself awake, as she looks to see what her hand touched. Lying on the bed, propped on his pillow, is a large bouquet of fresh cut flowers, wrapped in a crinkly plastic like paper and tied with a bow. She smiles and looks around the room again. “Ryker?” she calls, but no one answers. Rubbing at her face with one hand as she stretches and yawns. She listens for the shower, but the room is quiet.

She stumbles to her feet, noticing that their clothes are missing from the floor, and enters the bathroom, scratching at herself. Where could he be?

She is still brushing her teeth with she hears the door unlock and Ryker enters, a bag in one hand and a carton of something in the other. As the smell of food reaches her, she realizes she is ravenous. And no wonder! It has been nearly twenty-four hours since she had last eaten. She hears the thumps and bumps of Ryker setting the food down before he appears behind her.

“It’s about time you got up,” he teases, holding her from behind and kissing her on the neck.

She spits and rinses before turning in his arms for a proper good morning kiss. “What time did you get up?” she asks as their lips part. Ryker is showered, shaved, and neatly dressed.

“About nine.”

“Why didn’t you get me up?”

“I thought I would let you sleep. It was a long day yesterday.”

“Yes it was. But I took a nap yesterday and you didn’t.”

Ryker shrugs. “You’re up now. I brought lunch. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

“Yeah, me too. I could definitely eat something,” Ronnie says with a meaningful grin.

Ryker returns her grin and wags his finger at her, remembering the last time she said something like that they made love for the first time that night.

“What did you bring us to eat?”

“I know you like
man’oushe
so I got that. I didn’t want to experiment too much without you being there. I also have some fresh juice, yogurt, and a dessert for you to try.”

“It smells wonderful. Come on,” Ronnie says, pulling out of Ryker’s loose embrace, following her nose to the food. She is still as nude as she was when she got up, but she doesn’t care. Food, shower, and then dressing, in that order.

While Ryker pour the pineapple juice in plastic glasses, Ronnie rummages in the food bags, pulls out two
man’oushes,
unrolls them, and spreads a dollop of yogurt on one, holding the container up in a silent question.

“Please,” Ryker says, pulling the
muhallabieh
out of another bag.

Ronnie rolls her
man’oushe
up and, taking one of the glasses, moves to the bed, sitting down and propping against the headboard, placing her glass on the nightstand beside the bed.

“The bed instead of the table?” Ryker asks.

Ronnie waves dismissively. “My laptop is in the way.”

Ryker shrugs and slips his shoes off before joining her on the bed. The
man’oushe
have had a chance to cool on the walk back and they begin to plow through them.

“Ah! I’m making a mess!” Ronnie says, looking at a drip of yogurt on her right breast.

“I got it,” Ryker says, wiping the glob off with a finger, popping it into this mouth before leaning over and licking her skin to clean the area.

Ronnie freezes, the sheer eroticism of having Ryker lick food off of her skin making her nearly instantly wet. As she takes another slow bite of her
man’oushe
she can feel her thoughts whirling, going to places she never considered before.

“You ready for your
muhallabieh
?” Ryker asks, rising from the bed as Ronnie pops the last of her meal into her mouth.

“My what?”

“
Muhallabieh.
Don’t tell me you have never had
muhallabieh
either?”
Ryker says with a grin.

Ronnie grins. “No… can’t say I have. What is it?”

“It’s like a rice pudding.” Ronnie makes a face as Ryker brings her container to her. “Don’t scrunch up your nose until you at least try it. This is lemon,” he says as he sits down on the edge of the bed, placing one container on the side table, and offering a spoonful to her from the other.

Ronnie opens her mouth and accepts the morsel from Ryker. “Wow! That’s good too. Makes you pucker!”

Ryker leans over and steals a kiss. “I like it when you pucker.” He switches containers. “Here, try this then. This is orange.” He says, offering her a spoon. Ronnie leans forward and takes the
muhallabieh
from the spoon with her lips.

“Oh my God! That’s even better!” she gushes, takes the container when Ryker offers it to her, dipping her spoon in for another bite. The
muhallabieh
is very creamy, like a thick custard or pudding, and as much as she hates to waste such a delectable dessert, she hasn’t been able to forget Ryker licking her clean. She dips her spoon in again, this time offering it to Ryker. As soon as she pulls the spoon from his lips she follows with her mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips, the lingering taste of the orange and lemon
muhallabieh
in his mouth.

Ryker pulls back and smiles at Ronnie, dipping his spoon into his container and offering it to her. Ronnie doesn’t offer her lips but dips her finger into the creamy substance before slowly dragging it down between her breasts. 

Ryker watches, mesmerized, as Ronnie smears the
muhallabieh
between her breasts. The offer is clear. “You’re making a mess,” Ryker observes softly.

“I know. Can you help me clean it up?”

Ryker can almost hear his manhood go
schwing
as he drops his spoon in his container and sets it aside. As he turns back to Ronnie, she stops him with a gentle hand to his shoulder. “You should undress. You don’t want to get it on your clothes.”

While Ryker begins to undress, Ronnie looks into her container. They are not large cups and she has about two bites left. Setting it aside, she moves to Ryker’s side and takes his container and looks inside.

Even less… but it will have to do. Rolling back to her side of the bed, Ronnie removes the two spoons, seductively licks them clean for Ryker’s benefit, then sets them aside on the table. Just as Ryker rejoin her on the bed, she dumps the remainder of the lemon dessert onto her breasts and slowly smears it around with the tips of the fingers from both hands.

She breathes deep, the lemony sweet smell of the dessert, slippery feeling on her skin, and the knowledge of what Ryker will do causing her to moan silently to herself.

Ryker watches Ronnie smear the creamy substance on her breast. He had never given much thought to food play, but now that he thinks about it, the idea of licking Ronnie clean does have its appeal. As he moves in Ronnie takes him by the shoulders and pulls him upward, drawing his lips to hers, before sliding her hands across his back and pulling him down. He settles, following her lead, smearing the
muhallabieh
between them as they kiss.

She is certain she is going to come just from the kiss. She has always liked making love in the shower, when she could, enjoying the feel of slippery skin sliding against each other, but this takes it to an entirely new level. She pushes at Ryker, guiding him down. “I’m so dirty,” she says, almost as a whimper. “Please, please, clean me up…”

Ryker slides down and sets to work, dragging his tongue over every square inch of her chest and upper stomach, gently sucking and lapping her clean. Even though he hasn’t even touched her womanhood yet, she quivers and squirms, moaning softly. He smiles at her red-hot desires. As he makes sure her left nipple is particularly clean, he surreptitiously moves a hand to her most sensitive spot before plunging a finger into her. 

Ronnie grunts and jerks as if shocked at the swift and hard insertion of his finger. He already has her at a fever pitch and his surprise touch on her womanhood causes the orgasm lurking just out of reach to explode over her. As he finger-fucks her at a furious pace, she thrusts and heaves on the bed as her orgasm devours her, until with a gasp she falls still and begins to giggle. “You shit,” she says teasingly before giggling again and pulling him to her for a kiss as messy as her skin was.

As they kiss, Ryker begins to move between her legs, intending on taking her, but she blocks the move with her knee. “No. Not yet,” Ronnie whispers, holding him tight.

He relents. She is in charge of this afternoon delight and he is just following her lead. They lie together for a moment before she begins to squirm, pushing on him, trying to roll over. He holds her tight and rolls onto his back and she adjusts her position to sit astraddle of him. She looks into his face a moment then smiles, rising up and dismounting long enough to reach the other container of
muhallabieh.

Ronnie dumps the entire contents of her orange flavored dessert
onto Ryker’s chest, then quickly smears it around, delighting in the feel of the slickness on his skin. She then scoops up a portion, cupping it in her hand and slides down his body before smearing the contents of her hand on his manhood. He licked her clean... it seems only fair that she do the same.

He shudders briefly as she smears him with the
muhallabieh
before cleaning him with great enthusiasm. He grips the bed linens, closing his eyes as he tries to go to that place that allows him to fight off his orgasms, but she is a force of nature today, taking him so deep into her mouth she gags herself before backing off and then doing it again. “Ronnie… stop. Please stop. Ronnie… you’re going to make me come. Ronnie! Ronnie, please stop!” he begs before grunting hard and deep.

She is out of control! When he grunts like that she knows he has had all he can take, it being the first sign he is about to climax. But she can’t stop, not now. Pulling him from her mouth with a
pop
, she slides up and rises up onto her knees while holding him erect. She settles slightly and, once she is sure of her aim, slams herself down on him, driving him deep into her pussy. She sits up straight, grinding her hips fiercely into him, her hands on his chest. She is going to come again, and it is going to be
epic!

Ryker allows Ronnie to grind on him. As good as it feels, and it feels damn good indeed, at least he isn’t about to come like he was when Ronnie was devouring him. But that changes in a moment when Ronnie throws herself down, her hips pumping hard and fast as she presses her breasts into his chest and kisses him savagely.

It only takes a moment before she can feel her orgasm begin to build as she thrusts herself as hard and fast on his hardness as she can. As her orgasm begins to twist her up, she buries her face in his shoulder, holding on tightly, and begins to keen from the power of the approaching orgasm.

“I’m going to come, Ronnie…” he mutters, gritting his teeth against the approaching storm.

She hears him, but she can’t stop, not now, and her keening becomes louder.

“Ronnie! I can’t hold back!” Ryker groans, his arms going around her as he grips her fiercely tight.

“Oh God!” Ronnie mutters, nearly unable to breathe as her orgasm continues to build in power.

Unable to hold against the pleasure she is giving him, he begins to come, and still she thrusts, pounding down on him as she hisses and mutters, driving hard for her own release. He knows she is close, but having her pound him even as he orgasms creates sensations so intense he can’t stand them. With a roar of defiance he pulls his legs up, plants his feet, and begins to thrust into her as hard and fast as he can, trying to drive Ronnie to her release before she makes his heart burst.