Page 22 of Soul

“Are you suggesting we use Gillian as bait?”

Thomas scowls. “Not exactly, but in a way, yes. What if we planned something that would ensure there was no way he could get to her, but once he got close, he’d be on lock-down.”

“Such as what?”

Agent Brennen leans forward. “We don’t have all the details. I’ve got a team of people coming up with a scenario. Once we have the plans drawn, the location chosen, we’ll discuss it with you.”

“When?” I ask entirely done with this conversation. I need to check on Gillian. My need to be close to her is starting to suffocate me.

Agent Brennen looks at me with kind eyes, ones that have been through far more experiences than I could ever grasp. His mustache seems to ripple when air passes his lips and he speaks. “We should have everything lined up within the next ten days or so.”

I stand up. “Fine. I will tell you that Gillian and I are leaving in two days. The destination will not be provided to anyone. Jack, pick your best two men and plan to leave town. I’m not going to allow Gillian to be a sitting duck.”

“Sir, McBride could figure out where you’re going. Flight plans can be hacked.”

“That’s why every single plane in my fleet will have the five of us, you, me, Gillian, and your two men, listed as passengers. Only one of them will actually fly to the destination I’ve chosen. I do not believe McBride will be able to determine which location we actually ended up in, nor can he afford to visit all those locations.”

Thomas lets out a long breath. “Damn, that’s going to cost a pretty penny.”

I look at Thomas with hard eyes. “I can afford it.” Holding out my hand to Agent Brennen, he stands and shakes it. “Get on top of that plan. Call Jack on the new burner phone he’ll give you tonight. We’ll return when the plan is in place and not before.”

“What about the girls…Maria is going to be pissed,” Thomas starts to say, but I cut him off.

“Ms. De La Torre is your woman and your problem. From what I understand about those women, they will forgive one another for anything. Gillian can handle her relationships. I will handle Gillian. Have I made myself perfectly clear?”

“Crystal,” Thomas says and stands. He holds out a hand and I shake it before turning on my heel and exiting the room.

Across the hallway I can hear the sound of laughter. I push open the door and find four women, draped over different pieces of furniture in the ugliest polka dot pajamas I’ve ever seen and three out of four of them are drunk as skunks.

“Baby!” Gillian squeals, runs across the room and catapults into my arms. I catch her in a tangle of limbs, my body flying back a few steps. When I’ve caught my balance, I barely take a breath before her lips are all over me. My neck, my face, my lips all kissed in an array of wet presses of her mouth. “You are so fucking hot!” She turns her head around addressing the girls while clutching my neck, her legs firmly wrapped around my waist. “Isn’t he hot?”

“So hot!” says Kathleen.

“Sexy as hell,” Bree says while rubbing her massive belly. She’s popped out considerably over the last week.

“Muy caliente,” Maria says, her Spanish side coming out in full force.

Gillian kisses me, and I allow it, needing to connect with her physically after the meeting I just had. She tastes of rich, red wine and if she wasn’t having a great time with her friends, I’d whisk her to our room and take her in a completely visceral way. Gripping her head and tilting it to the side, I take long, slow sips of her sweet mouth. She moans full and deep, and the sound ricochets through my body and settles heavily in my groin, my dick taking notice.

“Hey, get a room. Wait a minute, no, we’re having a chick date. No boys allowed!” Bree harrumphs and sits down in a chair pouting.

“Yeah, no fair. Carson is up in our room watching the game. Go hang out with him!” Kathleen admonishes.

I chuckle against Gillian’s neck. She, on the other hand, does not in fact care what her friends think. Her lips are planted on my neck and she’s licking and nibbling to her heart’s content. “Just a moment ladies,” I say and walk out of the room with her clinging to me like a baby koala bear. Once I get her into the hallway I press her into the nearest wall and show her exactly what she does to me. Her answering moan and tightening of her thighs does not help me in my desire to be the good guy here.

“Baby, if you continue to attack me with your lips and tongue, I’m going to set you down, pull down your pants and go to town on your pussy, right here, against this wall.”

Her eyes go wide and she nods. “Yes please. Do that.” She accentuates her need with a thrust of her hips against mine. The move sends jolts of pleasure splintering from my cock and over the rest of me.

I shake my head and cup her neck, holding her chin up with my thumbs. “We’re going to have all the alone time we want in a couple days remember.”

Her entire face lights up with a smile. “Yes, I remember,” she says loudly as if she’s gotten the question right to a game we’re playing. “We’re going to get marr-” I cover her mouth with my hand.

“Shhh, it’s a secret.” Her eyes go wide and then she licks my hand. I pull it away as if it was burned.

“You’re a bad girl. Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you tonight when I get you alone?” Her eyes burn with intent and lust.

“Spank me?” Her response blows me away. That is not at all what I’d expect coming from her mouth after her history.

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