Page 68 of South Beach Bodyguards

She had been. But she had seemed to grasp the enormity of the situation. If Benito thought she was useless to him, he’d kill her without hesitation. I knew him well enough to know that.

He laughed. “So you see she’s okay. Now get the fuck out of my house, bro.”

There was the rub. “When are you letting her go?”

“When I get my two-hundred grand from her worthless, piece of a shit husband.”

Damn. I whistled. “That much?”

“That much. So don’t go thinking you can cover his debt to get your girl back. I want the money, Wester. You understand I don’t have a choice.” He rubbed his neck and gestured to his bodyguard to get him another drink.

“I understand.” He couldn’t let anyone in the business see him showing weakness or favoritism. He had to be ruthless or he’d be out of the business as fast as he’d risen in it. “I’ll deliver the money from Ricardo myself.” No fucking clue how I was going to do that, but I had to. Olivia needed to be rescued from all this bullshit. It was the right thing to do.

That had nothing to do with the fact that I could practically still feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.

Benito’s eyebrow rose. “You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that, right?”

I did. “Yeah. Don’t worry about me.” Though I did start rubbing my shoulder where I’d been hit before I realized what I was doing.

“You don’t play so well with the rich and famous, you know.”

His concern was touching. “I’m not as good at sucking dick as you are.”

He snorted. “Fucking prick. Still just as ballsy as ever.” Then he got that gleam in his eye I recognized. I knew what was coming. “You ever think about that night?”

That night. Yeah. I thought about it. “I’m not discussing that night with you.” The night I had almost killed Benito with my bare hands when it had all gone wrong at that party. I wasn’t talking about it. Ever.

He was unfazed. “Don’t get all worked up.” He stood. “Don’t show up here again unless you have my money.”

“How about I do one better than that?” I stood, too, and pulled on my jacket. “How about I bring you the man himself.” The idea had taken hold and now it was simmering. All my anger toward Ricardo and Benito had blended together into a hot steamy mess of emotion. Adrenaline surged through me and it had nothing to do with Olivia.

“Bring me Ricardo? On a silver platter? It’s tempting. But I want my money more than his ass.”

“You’ll get them both.” I put my hand out. He took it. We clasped not in a handshake but fists clenched together. “You have my word.”

“Gracias, brother.” He hugged me and I tried not to stiffen. “Say hi to your mom for me and tell her I miss her empanadas.”

As if I would ever discuss Benito with my mother. “Of course.”

Then I took my gun back from his bodyguard and I left, pushing thoughts of Olivia’s warm skin out of my head.

five

I stared at the wall, painted a soft dove gray and heard the door shut and lock behind Wester. The lamp in the corner cast soft light over the room. A beautiful, luxurious room, like a boutique hotel. My wrist was sore from Wester holding it over my head and my vagina was still tingling and wet. My skin was warm from him being over me, in me. This would all be pretty damned romantic if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a total stranger and I was locked in this room by a drug dealer.

But since he was a total stranger and I was a captive, it left me stunned and unsure how to feel about anything that had just happened. Wester was… sexy. Unbelievably sexy. There was no other explanation for how I had wound up with his tongue between my thighs ten minutes after meeting him and now letting him convince me that we could have sex on camera in order to save my life. And somehow I had actually enjoyed it.

Because I had. My cheeks heated up as I remembered every touch, every kiss, every nibble. Every thrust of his hard, thick cock inside me. First gentle, then dominating and aggressive. I hadn’t thought about my sister or her husband or my own safety at that point. I was just a woman being fucked well by a mysterious and sexy man.

Which left me completely and utterly embarrassed. That had been far too easy for him. I was no prude, generally, but I wasn’t so quick to let go and dive in to a sexual relationship. Though relationship was a misnomer. There was no relationship. This was a strange unexpected collision of his life with mine.

Pulling the up covers further, I wondered if Eva knew that Ricardo was involved in drugs. She had always claimed his dealings were legal and aboveboard, but clearly that was not the case. Honestly, if we were less naïve, we would have realized that a man who insists of a staff of bodyguards has a reason to be afraid of exactly something like this. His wife being kidnapped. If Benito found out I wasn’t Eva, he would kill me. A shiver rolled through me. I wasn’t sure if my sister even knew I was missing. Wester had arrived very quickly, making me think he’d seen my abduction and had followed us.

My head was spinning. Initially I had been stunned, but now I was concerned this might actually drag out or worse, I’d be hurt. Killed. The thought made my heart race and my breathing go into overdrive. I wished Wester were back, staring into my eyes, taking control. That thought annoyed me. I’d always considered myself independent, in control. I was the tough sister, not the one who should be curled up in a ball freaking out. Then again, avoiding our mother’s drunken stumbling was different from being locked in a panic room by a drug dealer. This was next level.

There was no way I could sleep, but I couldn’t just lie there rehashing every fear, so I got up and went into the bathroom, walking tentatively across the room, somehow afraid someone would hear me and come in. The only thing worse than being locked up alone would be to have one of those creepy ass guards in there with me. In the shower, I scrubbed off the remnants of sex and the spray of the bay, turning the water as hot as I could stand it. It was a spa bathroom. Either this room was frequently used to hold prisoners or the person who had built the house was afraid of nuclear war or home invasions. It was all weird and disturbing. I was grateful my surroundings were comfortable, but it only contributed to the surreal feeling. I was the bird in the gilded cage...just like Eva.

After toweling off and trying to forget what it had felt like to have Wester deep inside me, those blue eyes destroying me with their intensity, I grabbed a water bottle from the mini-bar and climbed back in bed. There was a TV, so I turned it on to break the silence of the room. How did a guy like Wester become a bodyguard? Eva hadn’t told me anything about him, just that she thought he was cute. Which he was. So very hot.

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