Impossible End (Unchecked Book 3) (2 page)

Her back arched, her head fell to her shoulders, and she ground her hips on my hand. “Ohmigod.”

She was always tight as hell but now she was swollen and tight and I wasn’t going to last five more seconds without taking her. “Feel me,” I coerced, stroking her.

“Blaze,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”

My name on her lips, my ring on her finger, I flipped my wife to her back and pushed her thighs wide. “I need to be inside you.”

Holding myself, I stroked through her wetness and fought back slamming into her. Inch by tortuous inch, I eased in all the way to the hilt and groaned. Nothing drove away the bullshit like sinking inside her.

Brown eyes that stripped away my walls and left me raw looked up at me. “My love, my feelings,” she breathed, cupping my face.

I pulled out and slammed back into her. “Mine,” I growled.

“Again,” she panted.

My mouth crashed over hers and I couldn’t hold back. Plunging my tongue deep, my hips followed suit and I rode her hard. Blood rushing out of my head, my balls going tight, I fought for control. If I was going over this quick, so was she. Showing no mercy, I pressed my thumb on her clit and rubbed hard.

“Come,” I demanded.

It started on my dick. Muscles clenching then fluttering, her tight little body started to shake from the inside out and I knew I was a goner. I pounded into her three more times and exploded.

Goddamn
.

My chest released its tight grip of memories and my muscles went AWOL. Breathing hard, sweating, spent, everything went right in the world. I waited for her shaking to stop and my lungs to catch up then I kissed her like I should’ve in the beginning.

Slow and sweet, I dragged my tongue through her mouth and wondered if I’d ever get enough of her. The hot slickness around my dick—hers, mine—I was ready to go again. I gently rocked into her heat, never wanting to pull out.

Her pussy twitched and she moaned into my mouth.

Smiling, I dragged my lips to her ear. “You like that, baby?” I ran my nose across the heat of her throat and ground my hips into hers. “I can do this all night.”

She tightened her arms around my neck. “I want to fall asleep with you inside me.”

I pulled halfway out and plunged back in. “You think I’d let you sleep while I’m buried deep inside you?” No fucking chance. “Not happening.” I’d fuck her for hours.

“You wouldn’t have a choice,” her sultry voice challenged.

I cupped her ass and held tight as I rolled to my back. Thrusting once, I reminded her who was in control. “Watch it.”

She grinned. “Or what?”

“You’ll spend the rest of your honeymoon inside these four walls.”

She looked around the overpriced master suite. “Nice place. Must’ve cost a small fortune.” She grinned like she didn’t have a care in the world. “I guess we can afford it.”

The second she mentioned money, my gut constricted, my mood tanked, and reality came crashing back.

Oblivious, she trailed a finger down my chest. “But if we stay inside all week, you won’t see my new bikini.”

I pulled out then lifted her off me. “Stay.”
Fuck.
“I’ll grab a washcloth.”

I left the light off in the bathroom because I already knew the layout. I’d done my recon before I dared to bring her here. I hoped to God that with the isolated location and added security of two guys from my friend André’s personal security agency on the perimeter, this wasn’t going to be a risk I’d regret. I grabbed a washcloth, held it under the water and the bathroom exploded into brightness.

My heart slammed against my ribs and I spun. “Turn the light off!”

Strolling into the bathroom naked, her hand covering her eyes, Layna ignored me. “Wow, it’s like Shea Stadium in here.”

I nervously glanced at the large window facing the ocean. “Go back to bed.”

Her hand went to her hip just over her scar then she stilled. “Is now a good time?”

“For what?” I moved my body between hers and the window. “Back to the bedroom, now.”

“I don’t think so,” she said sweetly. Too sweetly.

Fuck.
“Can we argue in the bedroom? Or the living room?” Anywhere away from a window within a sniper rifle’s range.

Her head tilted like it always did when I surprised her. “Who said anything about arguing?”

I wiped between her legs then threw the washcloth on the floor. “You weren’t about to lay into me for barking orders at you?” It took everything I had not to push her to the floor and hit the light but I didn’t want to scare the fuck out of her.

She looked up at me with trust I didn’t deserve. “How do you do that?” Her expression would’ve been a turn on if my instinct wasn’t screaming at me to get her the hell out of here before a bullet caught her between the eyes.

I forced a smile and wrapped my hand around her nape. Ushering her out of the bathroom, I turned off the light and my heart rate dropped by a thousand. “I know you.”

She leaned into my touch and her voice softened. “You almost-kinda-maybe make me feel bad when you do that.”

I didn’t have it in me to tease her right now. “It wasn’t intentional.”

She sighed. “I know, and that’s what makes it worse.”

“Would you rather I didn’t pay attention?” This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation.

“No, I just…” She inhaled and looked up at me.

I waited, knowing what was coming.

“You’re so guarded. Sometimes I feel like I’ll never know everything about you.”

“You won’t.” I’d never let her.

I saw the shock in her expression for a split second before she turned her back to me and crawled up the bed.

I refrained from slapping her bare ass and grabbing her ankles…only just. “You want me to lie to you?”

She pulled the covers around herself and tucked them under her legs. “Nope.”

“Good.” I ripped the covers back and climbed in next to her. Pulling her to me, I settled her back to my front and snaked an arm under her head. “Go to sleep.” I kissed her temple.

“I wanted the covers,” she pouted.

Under normal circumstances, I probably would’ve smiled. “But not me?”

“I didn’t say that.” She sat up, yanked the covers back up, and moved a few inches away from me.

I’d let her have the distance, but only physically. “Spill,” I ordered.

“Fine.” She turned to me in a huff. “Why won’t I know everything about you? You know everything about me.”

She was right. I’d even found the fucker she called Sean the jerk who took her virginity. He was alive but he was a fucking tool. He was lucky the killer who’d murdered her parents and stalked her for three years had only roughed him up the night he went after Layna for seconds. The fucking pussy wasn’t even man enough to report the incident to the cops. I wanted to kill him on principle alone, never mind the fact he’d stuck his dick in my wife.

“First off, I don’t kiss and tell.” She’d never hear about the details of my past. “Second, my time in the Marines isn’t something I talk about.” Especially with her.

“Okay.” She drew the word out sarcastically. “No women, no career, you’re touchy on the subject of your father and tight-lipped about your mother. Sooo—that leaves what? Team sports between the age of seven and fifteen?”

“Fifteen?” I asked only to rile her because I knew where she was going with this.

Her hand waved through the air. She couldn’t talk without something moving. It was cute as hell. “Sixteen, seventeen? I dunno—we can’t talk about when you started
dating
, so I’m doing my best here.”

The side of my mouth tipped up. “Fourteen. And I didn’t date.” I was poor as shit. Dating cost money. Taking girls behind the school was free.

“Fourteen?” she shrieked.

I smiled at her jealousy.

“You had sex at fourteen?”

Trying not to laugh, I put on my game face.

“Oh, my God!” Her hand fluttered in front of her face. “I just…I can’t even…”

I opened my mouth to tell her I was only giving her shit, when my phone pinged with a text alert.

Her body went still with surprise. “Your phone is on?”

I grabbed the cell off the nightstand and had just enough time to see the single word text before it started ringing.

Trouble

Adrenaline shot through my veins as I swiped across the screen and answered. “How close?”

“T
OO CLOSE. NO SERIAL NUMBERS
, no name, we’ve got a boat that’s circled the island twice. Could be a drug runner but with the list of guests, it doesn’t make sense.”

I got out of bed. “Where is it now?” Without moving the blinds, I scanned the ocean, but I didn’t see the boat. “They have any lights on?”

“No. One klick out, south-southwest. They swept in close to shore after the bathroom light went on.”

Shooting distance. Goddamn it. “How many on board?” I stepped back from the window.

“Two that I can see.”

“Have you been spotted?”

“No.”

Layna reached for my arm but I shrugged her off and threw clothes on. “One of you do a patrol. Make yourself visible then stand guard two doors down.” I laced up my boots.

“That’ll leave the front of the suite uncovered,” he warned.

“I’ll handle it.” I was already reaching for my 9mm, which wouldn’t do shit for long range.

“Copy. Starting the sweep now. Report in three minutes thirty.” Tyler, one of the two security details, hung up.

Panic in her voice, hands twisting in her lap, Layna sat on the edge of the bed. “What’s going on?”

“Get dressed, pants, sneakers, grab your passport.” I looked out the window again and started counting down in my head. Three minutes.

“Blaze?”

I spared her a glance. “We’re going to be fine, but we may have to move.” Quickly. “Get dressed.” Gun in one hand, phone in the other, I leaned in to give her a reassuring kiss, but she pulled back and glared at me.

“Damn it, Buck, tell me what’s happening.”

Two minutes. “I’m Buck now?” She only called me by my nickname when she was pissed at me. “Hurry.” I moved to another window.

“I’ll get dressed as soon as you tell me what’s going on.”

I looked at my naked wife and weighed whether or not I should tell her she had a price on her head. She was strong as fuck but everyone had a breaking point, and I’d seen hers one too many times. Out of options, I studied her. Arms crossed, her chest moving in and out with steady breaths, she looked calm—pissed, but calm.

I made a judgment call. “Maldonado put a price on your head.”

She went still. Not breathing still. Then, “I thought he was in jail.”

“He is.” Only because I’d made an inexcusable mistake. I should’ve killed the fucker when I had the chance. I glanced out the window. One minute thirty.

“How is that possible?”

“It’s possible. I need you to get dressed, baby. We’ve gotta move.”

“We’re on an island.”

“I know. Jeans, shirt, shoes, c’mon. Grab your passport.”

Inhaling, she stood and became the woman I married. “Okay,” she said matter-of-factly, taking thirty seconds to get dressed, shove her passport in one pocket and a wad of cash into the other. “I’m ready.” She twisted her hair up and fastened it. “Do you have a gun for me?”

I stopped counting and stared at her.

She nodded at my bag. “Now would be a good time to hand over the extra Beretta you carry with you.”

Fuck. “I love you,” I blurted.

“Seventh time,” she counted. “Love you back. Now give me the gun.” She held out her hand.

I shook off the moment and focused. Pulling my backup piece out of my bag, I handed it to her.

She checked the clip like a pro. “How much?”

I was almost embarrassed to tell her how little. It pissed me off. “Hundred grand.”

She glanced up. “
Seriously?
”

My phone vibrated right on time and I answered. “Report,” I demanded.

“The second I went visible, they eased around to the north side of the island. Ivy says they’re approaching the marina.”

“Ivy? I thought we only had two men on the island.”

“I meant Collin, sir. He climbs like a motherfucker. We call him Ivy.”

I didn’t give a shit what they called him, as long as he could shoot. “I don’t want them pulling into any of the slips.” Our boat was there and it was our way out. In a pinch, I could call Roark to pick us up in his seaplane but that’d take time we might not have and I wanted Layna off the island.

“Copy. Hold on.” Tyler’s voice faded as he spoke into his mic. “Don’t let them dock. Preregistered guests with ID only… I don’t give a fuck. I’ll deal with hotel security… Ten-four.” Tyler came back on the line. “Sir?”

“Here.”

“They’re approaching now. We’ll turn them away. How do you—”

He cut off midsentence as two muffled shots rang out.

“
Shit.
” Tyler started yelling into his mic. “Report, report!”

Goddamn it. I scrambled in my bag for my disposable cell and dialed André.

Tyler came back on the line and I could hear him running. “Switching to com, sir.” He hung up.

Holding the cell to one ear, I hung up my phone, grabbed my earpiece from my bag and put it in the other ear.

André answered on the second ring. “Already on my way. What’s happening?”