Authors: Duka Dakarai
I shake my head interrupting him. “I’m more involved than you think, Jack.”
“I don’t follow? Alexei agreed to tell us everything if you were there. We have warrants out for the arrests of Natalya and Georgy, and are combing every inch of the city for them as we speak. As predicted, they were not at their residences and have gone into hiding. All airports and escape routes out of the UK are on alert……”
“But that doesn’t answer my question…….and only Alexei knows. That was what he whispered to me yesterday. This is what
this whole mess has been about and the whole investigation has been about…….it is not about money or greed. They wanted him dead because he was going to tell me the truth……” I gulp back a quiet sob as Alexei’s words spin around in my mind. I take a couple of deep breathes in an attempt to compose myself.
“That’s enough, Jack. She’s exhausted.” Kane wraps a protective arm around my shoulders.
I pull myself out of his grasp. “No, Kane. I need to finish. This investigation has been about silencing Alexei…..and preventing me from getting to the truth…..and I would have got there in the end. And I still will…..now more than ever. I must. But subsequently, it led to me becoming a target too along with Alexei…….”
“Tell you the truth about what? What did he
whisper to you?” Jack urges me on.
“He knows who murdered my father…..” As the words come, so do the tears.
***
When Jack had eventually left the house, I immediately opened up my laptop. The Consultant at the Chelsea and Westminster had informed Jack that Alexei was too weak to be interviewed and that he was to receive no visitors for a full day.
Until he is well enough
to communicate, I must play the waiting game. So now as I scroll through website after website, news reel upon news reel, all the emotions surrounding my father’s death are resurfacing. But I must keep busy…..to keep strong. Page after page slowly begin to blur together.
I rake a f
rustrated hand through my hair cursing out loud. I palm each eye to refocus. The front door slams causing me to jump momentarily as I see Storm enter carrying a wicker picnic basket. He offers his easy smile as he makes his way towards the others in the kitchen.
I hear mutterings of hushed conversation before Kane stands before me, a hand on each hip. “That’s enough for today, Sky. No arguments. You have ten minutes to freshen up then you and I are going on a picnic. You need a break from all
of this shit.”
A small
strangled laugh traps in my throat. “You and I…on a picnic? Whose mad idea was this?”
He narrows his eyes. “It was my idea actually. You seem like a picnic type of person……woman……and I thought it might help you relax for a while. So
, get your ass moving. You got ten…..nine minutes.”
I shake my head, muttering to myself, as I make my way up the stairway. “A picnic with Kane……and that’s meant to help me relax…..”
***
Forty minutes later, as we are heading up Mandela Way towards Tower Bridge Industrial Estate, I throw Kane a bemused scowl. He catches it but only offers a smirk in reply.
“Tell me we are not having a picnic in an industrial estate.” I grumble folding my arms across my chest.
“Not up to your usual high standards, I expect, sweet cheeks….but you are still
at risk so open countryside and parks were out of the question. Besides, I’m sure you’ll like it when we get there.” He throws another smirk. I offer no response.
We pull up alongside a
detached white painted unit with enormous arched windows, reinforced metal shutters and a discrete gold edged plaque. I lean forward squinting to read the sign -
Elite Defence
.
“This just gets better.” I shake my head,
mocking. “We are picnicking in your office!”
After
punching in several security codes, we eventually make our way through various office spaces before Kane leads me down a corridor to the ‘warehouse’. He throws open a singular soundproofed door and ushers me inside. What meets me causes a gasp to escape from my lips.
Inside this vast expanse of space is what can only be described as a replica street scene complete with
mock buildings, artificial grass and trees, park benches and several ‘parked’ cars. I am aware that my mouth has fallen loose with surprise. I reach down to stroke the fake grass.
Kane snatches up my hand walking me to the middle of the
‘park’. He begins to lay out the blanket and picnic basket contents. He smirks confidently. “An outside park I couldn’t manage but this is the next best thing, right?”
I fold myself into a cross legged seating position joining him on the blanket. “What is this place…..and why is it in your office unit?”
He points around the immense space. “We train bodyguards here but also use this place to refresh our own skills. This is ideal for practicing car jack situations, hostage situations…..any number of potential threats. In the other two warehouses we have similar ‘locations’ created.”
“Ok, I’m impressed, Kane.” I shrug a resigned smile.
“Later……we can play hide and seek if you like……or I could teach you how not to squeal in an interrogation…..” He jokes.
I stifle a giggle. “Does that involve tying me up? I raise a suggestive eyebrow.
“You have a dirty mind, Sky Sinclair. Any more of that talk and you’ll get your ass spanked.”
“Spanking and tying me up, Kane?
Is that allowed?” I playfully pout, fluttering my baby blues.
He mock scowls. “You’re not playing fair, sweet cheeks.”
“How so, Kane?”
He points to the growing bulge evident in his cargo pants. “This doesn’t understand that you are only teasing.”
I crawl slowly over the blanket towards him. I run a singular finger along the length of the swollen shaft watching as Kane sucks a breath in sharply, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Am I teasing you, Kane?”
I continue to stroke him gently, slowly nibbling along his jaw. He groans deep in his chest. “Yes.”
I nibble across his cheek onto his bottom lip. “Do you want me to stop?” I suck gently on the lower lip.
He groans louder, his eyes intense and lust
ful. “Fuck……no. Don’t stop.”
I slowly lower the zip of his pants easing my hand inside and begin to massage his cock. He arches his hips into my hand. Releasing his cock free, I slide my head downwards, taking the head into my mouth. Rolling
my tongue around the gorged head, I inch my mouth closer and closer to the base suckling deeper. He gasps, fisting a hand into my hair.
“Damn, that feels so good.” He squeezes his eyes shut, his voice becoming husky with arousal.
I increase the pace, alternating between mouth and hand, riding
my tongue along his main vein from tip to base. I move to his balls, little stabbing licks with my tongue, still fisting him hard, sucking one ball fully into my mouth, then the other. “Sky….” He pants, breathing hard. “You have to stop……I’m nearly there…..”
He
eases himself from my mouth before laying me down, covering my body with his. He claims my mouth with his, nibbling so softly on my lips that my skin prickles from the warmth of arousal. I moan out my pleasure, beckoning for more. I pull myself free from my shirt guiding his mouth to my exposed skin.
He trails soft feathery kisses down my neck, collar bone and further to my breasts before beginning to circle his tongue around each nipple. I arch automatically to the sensation. He suckles each nipple, gently
biting and suckling again. I gasp at the painful pleasure. I can feel the ache build in my sex, arousal fluids beginning to flush the folds.
He continues to trail kisses and licking down
towards my pubic area as he rolls my clothing away exposing more of me to him. Nibbling small bites to my inner thighs, he teasingly ignores my sex until I arch into his mouth, needing him there. Suddenly, he plunges his tongue straight into my folds and I buck in response. He groans his own pleasure.
“
More, Kane…..please….” I plead, grinding into him, riding his tongue.
Again, plunging into my folds with his tongue,
he lets me ride him. He releases, beginning to circle around my clit. The tightness and pull of imminent orgasm is almost unbearable, pain and pleasure combined. He quickens the pace of his circling before taking it whole in his mouth, sucking hard, almost taking me there….right to the edge.
“Yes
….” I arch and thrust into his mouth, beginning to peak.
“
I want you to come with me…….together, baby” He groans before slowly turning me over.
Lying on top of me, pinning me into the softness of the blanket, he
pulls me into him. He plunges his cock straight into my quivering sex, rocking backwards and forwards ever so slowly. Reaching under us, he cups my needy sex, his finger circling on my clit, gentle bites on the nape of my neck. I buck and arch again pushing my buttocks against him, needing him deeper. I can feel the release building, my muscles clamping around his cock. The sound of his husky groans in my ear taking me there, building and building higher.
“Come for me baby.” He
rasps.
He’s quickening the pace now, thrusting deeper. The tightening is intense, feeling me squeezing hard against his cock.
“Oh, fuck….” He growls. He’s pounding my pussy now, my ass slapping against him, matching him pace for pace as I grind against him. He takes my clit between his thumb and fore finger and gently squeezes….and I squeal as I begin to cry out my release.
“
Kane….” I cry out, shattering and flooding around him.
And he’s there
too, shouting out his release, thrusting and emptying himself into me.
We lie there together, wrapped around each other, neither of
us wanting to break the connection until darkness cloaks around us.
Chapter Seventeen
Later that evening as I exit the shower, I am bewildered to see that all my belongings have disappeared. Wrapping a towel tighter around me, I peek out of my bedroom door to witness Kane carrying armfuls of my clothes along the hallway. “What are you doing?” I whisper huskily desperately trying to not wake the others. Dalton is on night watch so the rest of the team are asleep.
He turns, smirking. “Isn’t it obvious? Moving you.”
I pad along, tip toeing behind him. “To where exactly?”
“To my room….I’m fed up trying to ignore that I want you in my bed. You ok with that?”
I nod with a shrug, stifling a huge smile. “I can do that, I suppose. Now can I have my clothes? I’m naked here.”