Page 121 of Javier

Javier

Missy braced her hands on my thighs, and straddling my lap, took me in, only to push me out. Laying on my back in the hammock, holding on to her hips, I had an amazing view of the long line of her back, her gloriously parted ass, and the miracle of my dick dipping in and out of her. She took me in one last time before she pressed herself down. As her walls squeezed around me, she cried out. I followed her climax with my own release. Together, we fell into bliss.

She collapsed over my legs, panting. I reached forward, gathered her limp body, and laid her back atop my front. Her hair spilled over my pecs, her breasts heaved, and her nipples rose as if reaching for the sunlight. Good thing the deck was very private, even from the guards.

Coiling my arms around her body, I settled my hands on her breasts and hugged her to me. A cerulean expanse floated above us in a cloudless day. Deep greens swayed in the breeze at the edges of my vision. I couldn’t reject my total dissolution earlier. The moment had brought me closer to Missy, to her light. For the first time in my life, I understood what happiness meant. It was warm, and soft, and brilliant, and her name was Missy.

“Reverse what?” she rasped after a little while, blinking her eyes open.

“Reverse cowgirl,” I offered, still breathing hard myself.

“It’s…”

“It’s what?”

“It’s obscene.” A naughty grin pulled at her lips. “I love it. Turns out I am the easy sister, after all.”

I laughed so hard that I fell out of her.

She smiled up at the sky. “What can you teach me next?”

“Ready to go again, my insatiable Angel?”

“Ready. Although I’m a little hungry.” Her stomach growled on cue.

I kissed the top of her head. “We can pick this up on the other side of lunch.”

“I like the way you think.” She sat up on my lap and swung her legs over the edge of the hammock. “I’ll take a quick shower before we go.”

I was about to suggest I join her when my cell vibrated. The familiar alias showed up on the screen. My heart skipped a beat.

“It’s King,” I said. “I need to take this.”

“I hope it’s good news.” She strutted across the door wearing nothing but her exquisite skin. “I’ll be ready in twenty,” she called out before she disappeared into the suite.

I sat up on the hammock and watched her go, unable to wipe the foolish smile from my face. When the cell vibrated again, I reached down, took care of the condom business, and clicked on the call.

“Where the fuck are you?” I pushed off the hammock and pulled up my sweats. “If something were to happen to me, who would protect my passenger?”

“Easy, bro,” King said. “I had to—”

His voice garbled. I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Wi-Fi in the treehouse was chancy at best, and right now, my cell showed less than one bar. I paced to the veranda and tried to make sense of his jumbled sounds.

“I don’t copy,” I interrupted the mumbo jumbo. “What did you say?”

“In transit…” King cut out before a few of his words broke through the static. “Heads up…” Another fucking interruption then, “Compromised…”

“I don’t read you.” I moved around the deck looking for better reception.

“Omega is—” Another burst of white noise, this one longer. “Stand by…” and finally, “Oscar Mike.”

The line went dead.

“What the fuck?” I glowered at the cell in my hand.

Where the hell was King and why was he in such a hurry? Who the fuck had been compromised and how? Where was my boss and how could I communicate with him if I was supposed to maintain comms silence?

“Fuck this shit.” I ignored the white-faced monkey chittering at me from its perch on a tree and yanked my T-shirt on. Feeling uneasy, I snatched my gun from the table and checked the mag. After returning the weapon to its holster, I clipped it to the back of my sweats. Parked by the railing, I ignored the amazing views and evaluated my options.

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