TheFugitivesSexyBrother (11 page)

Emily didn’t want to wait. She didn’t want to think about
this long enough to talk herself out of it. “Touch me.”

He wrapped his arms around Emily, then reached beside the
seat and pulled the release. She shrieked as it snapped back, but Javier held
her steady in his lap as they moved. The moment reminded her of the surrender
she wanted but couldn’t quite give. When he moved to kiss her again, she
relaxed a little more into it. He rolled them in the seat so that Emily ended
up lying beneath him. The fabric felt rough against her bare, well-spanked ass.

She expected him to reach between them and put his fingers
on her clit, but instead he kissed her with a patience she didn’t share. His
tongue and weight held her captive beneath him, and he stroked her hair and the
sides of her arms. His hard cock pressed against her clearly through his jeans,
bearing down on her clit with the simple force of gravity. For a while, Emily
waited for him to do something else, but Javier was in no rush at all.

By this time, she’d been wet and aroused for what felt like
ages, and more than ready for sex if that had been possible. Javier’s patience
began to frustrate her. Emily rocked her hips up in an attempt at a subtle
hint. The movement rubbed her clit across the hard length of his cock. She
imagined opening his pants, taking out his cock, and sliding just the tip
inside herself. Her body shuddered, which caused another electric touch, the
fabric of his pants a little scratchy against her most sensitive flesh. She
felt wet enough to soak straight through his pants and whatever he wore
underneath. Emily moaned, now thinking about what he would look like naked, and
how soft and hot the bare flesh of his cock would feel against her inner
thighs.

Javier made no acknowledgement of the sound she made, or the
rocking movements that she now could not stop. He continued to kiss her, his
body lying heavy on hers. The situation forced her to become more aware of every
part of him than she had imagined possible. His chest flattened her breasts,
causing the ribbed fabric of her tank top to tease her nipples hard. Because of
the nearness and warmth of her body, she began to pick out the unique male
smell of
him
, previously hidden beneath soap and cologne. The
understated muscle of his lean physique became ever more present in her mind as
his legs wound around hers and his arms rippled beside hers.

And Emily could not stop thinking about the fabric-covered
erection nestled between her legs. She could not stop rubbing against it. She
couldn’t remember the last time she’d been left to stew this way in her own
arousal. When
she
had been the one aching to rip away the clothing
between her body and her lover’s body, unsure if she could stand the wait.

Emily’s kisses grew more desperate. Her hands roamed
Javier’s body, greedy for his bare flesh. She rubbed against his
still-concealed cock, her intention unmistakable. She noticed the little grunts
in the back of her throat as she worked herself against him, but worries about
what they sounded like faded behind the growing pleasure centered in her clit.

She developed a rhythm—massaging a circle over her clit with
the firm, constant pressure of his erection, then dropping her hips and
scraping her tenderized ass over the seat fabric, then raising her hips to
grind again, his tongue stroking hers all the while. Javier allowed her to
masturbate with his body, and the longer it went on, the wilder her fantasies
about him became. The slightest touch of his fingertip to her clit would have
made her come, to say nothing of the head of his cock, but it did not come.

Emily barely recognized herself, sweating beneath him, her
legs wrapped around his waist, gripping his shoulders for maximum leverage. She
needed just a little more and she would come. Her muscles tensed as she
searched.

When lust overtook her brain completely, Javier made his
move at last. Disentangling himself gently from her grasp, he slipped down her
body and extended his tongue, squirming it around her clit. Emily screamed and
grabbed the back of his head in desperation. In only a few seconds, all that
had been building within her released, complete pleasure rippling through her
body in an orgasm that loosened every muscle that had knotted over the course
of her effort.

“Oh my God,” Emily gasped. She reached for his pants almost
before she realized it, wanting to return some part of the pleasure he had
given her.

“You sure you don’t want to head to the convenience store?”

She didn’t bother answering, only hauled him up by the
waistband so she could reach his zipper. She opened his pants with one hand and
spat in the other for moisture. His cock felt every bit as delicious in her
palm as she’d imagined it. “I want this inside me.”

He gave a low growl. “I
am
human, you know. I want to
be safe, but I can only take so much temptation.”

Emily adjusted her position to get a little closer to him.
She rested her cheek against his smooth chest, looking down his body at the
erection jutting forward. Her hand wrapped around it looked small in
comparison. “Just close your eyes and imagine how it’s going to feel when you
first push into me,” Emily whispered, tightening her hand and sliding down his
shaft to suggest the experience her words described.

Javier flung his head back, his eyes squeezed shut and the
muscles in his neck standing out. He thrust into her hand. “I’m not going to be
able to take this for long.”

A sense of power flooded Emily. “Then don’t.” She lowered
her voice a little more. “I’m going to swallow it all.”

His hips moved in earnest now, his cock slipping in and out
of her fist. She could not take her eyes off it. She wanted to rub herself
again, thinking about what it would be like to watch it disappearing into her
body instead of her hand. “Faster,” Javier gasped. Emily obliged, squeezing a
little harder and speeding up.

A long groan poured from Javier’s throat and his cock pulsed
in Emily’s hand. She reacted immediately, replacing her hand with her mouth.
Before she even got it all the way inside, he began to come in a series of hot,
salty bursts. Emily swallowed them quickly and fitted her mouth gently over his
full length, holding still once she took him to the hilt. She wanted them both
to have a chance to savor the moment.

Javier brought one hand up to cup Emily’s head. He traced
the line of her jaw with his thumb. She took the gesture as a sign and eased
back slowly, looking up into his eyes. Javier seemed dazed.

“I still want to go to the convenience store,” he said.

Emily laughed her agreement. “If what just happened is any
indication, we need to get there soon.”

Javier wanted to get to bed with Emily as soon as possible
and stay there for the rest of the week and possibly the rest of his life. The
taste and smell of her body and the memory of her orgasm taking her over before
his eyes made it easy to forget the serious matters demanding both of their
attention.

Emily, unfortunately, wasn’t as easily distracted. She
pulled herself together after their interlude with a speed that stunned Javier
and climbed back in place behind the steering wheel. He, on the other hand, had
barely zipped up his pants and definitely hadn’t recovered his brain. She
started the car, seeming cool and collected despite the sheen of sweat on her
forehead and the rosy flush to her cheeks, neck and chest.

“Where to?”

“I’m going to drop you at the apartment and then do some
errands.”

Javier raised an eyebrow. “Errands? The convenience store
doesn’t take
that
long, does it?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Matthew was sniffing around
for a reason. He wants to find your brother before I do. I can’t afford to take
the rest of the day off, not even considering the things we could get up to. I
know you won’t help me catch Fernando, but trust me on this one—it’s better for
your brother if I’m the one who finds him. Matthew doesn’t see a person—he just
sees dollar signs.”

Javier stayed quiet. He’d been careful not to agree to the
deal she’d offered, but he didn’t think she’d noticed. He’d successfully
distracted her with sex, but instead of feeling victorious, the knowledge
bothered him. He’d never been the type to use a woman.

And he genuinely liked Emily. He hadn’t needed to feign
anything about what had passed between them. He adored her body, but her
stubborn streak fascinated him even more, along with the sweetness he glimpsed
beneath. It had been so easy to slip into the fantasy of being together that
he’d fooled himself along with her.

Now she was about to drop him off at her apartment and leave
him alone there. With her computer, which she probably wouldn’t think to detach
from the Internet. The power of their attraction had already given Javier
plenty to think about, but on top of that he had to chew on what she’d said
about contacting Fernando. “Isn’t
not
getting in touch with him as much
of a betrayal as anything else?” That sentence would ring in his ears for the
rest of the night. She’d been damn right. He needed to make a decision about
where his loyalties would lie for the remainder of this ordeal. He needed to do
it soon.

If she left him free to get on the Internet now, without
even a set of handcuffs to plausibly prevent him, Javier would have to contact
Fernando or he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He wanted more time
before being forced to face that.

“Take me with you,” he said suddenly. “On the errands.” He
couldn’t come any closer than that to warning her.

She laughed again and his heart sank. “Are you the clingy
type, Javier? Come on. You’ll be fine at my apartment. I’ve got to talk to a
bunch of contacts. A lot of them will freak out if I show up with a Bonavita.”
She flashed a smile full of lustful promise. “Don’t worry though. I’m going to
come back with a case of condoms for us.”

He managed a weak smile in answer. “Okay.” He spent the rest
of the drive in silence, running through his options over and over and coming
down to the same one each and every time.

* * * * *

Fernando tossed the last bone from an order of chicken wings
into the small trash can beside the motel bed. For the past few days, his exit
couldn’t have gone more smoothly. Javier knew his stuff and he’d prepared
Fernando well for the possibility he might have to get out of town someday. The
whole time he’d maintained his usual pretense, that he knew nothing about what
Fernando really did.

Javier’s self-righteous attitude would completely infuriate
Fernando if he weren’t so brilliant. Fernando couldn’t argue with results. He’d
followed every suggestion so far, paying with cash, traveling by public
transit, being careful not to go too far, heading for places unlikely to notice
strangers. At a public library in southern Rhode Island, Fernando had logged
into an encrypted account Javier had set up years before, triggering a set of
automatic actions that would deliver a fabricated set of identity documents to
a P.O. box in Hartford, Connecticut. He’d holed up at a motel in New Haven to
wait a few days for the paperwork to process.

All like clockwork, better than he could have hoped. If he
weren’t so damn lonely, he’d be pleased with himself. He sighed and lay back on
the motel’s lumpy bed. Carolina would never have come with him. She would never
have left her lovely little house to sleep beside him in sketchy motels with
German cockroaches in the bathroom, mattresses that smelled of mildew and water
stains on the ceiling. He couldn’t wish such a thing on her in good conscience.

Unfortunately that didn’t stop him from missing her with
every fiber of his body and soul.

Losing Carolina fitted the pattern that had dogged him for
his entire life. Fernando cared about family more than anything else, but the
world seemed designed to deny it to him. Just a few months after his father had
died in an accident at the factory that had employed him illegally, his mother
had been caught in a raid at the same place. She’d arranged for Fernando,
Javier and their baby sister Sabi to move in with a distant relative. That way,
they could stay in the United States where they’d been born even after she got
deported. He would never forget the day he’d promised her, as the oldest son,
to be the head of the household and to take care of his younger siblings.

He’d tried so hard to be a little man, refusing to cry even
when she told him they would probably never see each other again. He still remembered
her sweet, floral smell, though he’d never smelled that flower anywhere else.
He remembered the way she’d crushed him against her chest and how he had
allowed himself to grip the corner of her rough, homemade red sweater. She had
pried his fingers one by one from the holes he’d gripped in its loose weave.

What would she think of him now? By age fourteen, Fernando
had realized he could only take care of Javier and Sabi if he had money. He’d
made money since then the best he knew how, and plenty of it, but deep down
he’d always known his mother wouldn’t have approved. He imagined the downcast
expression she would wear if she were in the room with him now, her eyes as
luminous and hurt as Carolina’s when she learned about his lies.

And Javier… When he was honest with himself in the middle of
the night, Fernando knew Javier should have gone to a prestigious university,
somewhere he could have learned to use his considerable talent for legitimate
purposes. His younger brother had been brilliant enough to win scholarships.
Fernando had subtly prevented him from taking that path, hinting that he needed
him to stay close, that he had no one else he could trust. He had been selfish,
taking comfort from his brother under the guise of providing for him.

Fernando rolled onto his stomach and rested his forehead on
his clenched fists. He tried never to think of Sabi at all, but the moment
called for it. Their glorious baby sister, whose every word glowed with
curiosity. He’d never found the man who’d gunned her down, but he’d suspected
Sergio’s gang. He’d been on the receiving end of one too many knowing sneers
and one too many taunts laced with too much knowledge to be innocent.

Even his current trouble felt like a subtle reference to
Sabi. They’d framed him for the very crime that his family had suffered.
Fernando could not believe it an accident.

His stomach clenched. Carolina thought him capable of
hurting a little girl the way Sabi had been hurt. She said she loved him, but
she must never have known him at all. If he had only explained to her, maybe
even told her the story of his baby sister… Fernando shook his head. He had no
choice but to forget Carolina, no matter how much he’d indulged the fantasy of
spending his life with her, of one day seeing a child smiling with her mouth
and his eyes.

He sat up on the bed, then leaned across it to the denim
jacket he’d left slung over a rickety chair. He preferred nicer clothes, but
Javier had insisted that he would need to change all his habits if he ever
needed to successfully evade detection. He fished in the jacket pocket for the
inexpensive tablet computer he’d picked up earlier that afternoon. Lying back
on the motel bed’s thin pillow, Fernando laboriously typed a URL into its
finicky touchscreen keyboard. He could practically hear gears grinding as it
struggled to get online.

He took a deep breath and waited as patiently as he could.
He’d rarely met anyone as paranoid as Javier. The man thought of every possible
attack, every avenue, everything that could go wrong. He’d warned Fernando many
times of the dangers of staying in touch with loved ones. “I can protect you,”
Javier liked to explain, “but I can’t protect every other person you might want
to talk to.”

Fernando couldn’t imagine being cut off from everyone he cared
about though, so he’d made Javier promise that, at minimum, the two of them
would always be in touch no matter what. He forced himself to follow the
complex process that Javier had drilled him on. Before heading for his real
destination, he visited a website that masked his identity and hid his online
trail. Only then did he log onto the encrypted dropbox that Javier had set up
for them to use to communicate with each other. With a few clicks, he posted a
message for his brother.

He gave the name of the motel, his room number and a few
details about his activities over the past few days. He thanked his brother for
the hard, clever work that had made this trip run so smoothly. Fernando
hesitated, prepared to sign off there. Loneliness won over his better judgment,
however, so he posted the number of the motel phone, said he’d be there for a
few days and asked for a phone call.

Logged out, Fernando stared at the tablet’s colorful screen.
The blinking cursor in the browser’s address bar promised he could visit
anything he wanted. The black ribbon of road outside his motel room told the
same lie. No matter how he tried to put it out of his mind, he only wanted to
go in one direction.

Javier’s warnings rang in Fernando’s ears, but the fugitive
could not muster the will to heed them. He had to get in touch with Carolina,
or at least make sure she knew a way to get in touch with him.

He created a single-use e-mail account and sent Carolina a
brief message. “If you ever want to reach me, I want you to know how to find
me,” Fernando wrote. He followed with instructions for logging into the
encrypted dropbox he shared with Javier.