The Havoc We Wreak - Becca Steele Page 0,60

I pressed my thumb to her clit, and she shattered around me, crying out my name. Her pussy gripped my dick so fucking tightly, pulsating around me, and moments after her I came, hard, spilling my cum deep inside her.

She collapsed against the table, breathless and spent, as I pulled out of her, and I leaned forwards, moving her hair aside. I kissed down her spine, running my hand down her back, before gently tugging her up and into my arms.

“I love you so fucking much.” My voice was thick, full of emotion, as I held her.

“I love you, too. More than anything.” She wound her arms around my neck, kissing me softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then maybe we can reheat the rest of this food.” I picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” She nuzzled into my neck, and lightly scraped her teeth across my skin. “I just want you.”

“When you say stuff like that to me…” My arms tightened around her body, my cock hardening again at the feel of her mouth on me. “Forget the food. I want to make love to my girlfriend.”

TWENTY-TWO

Tonight was the night.

We were as ready as we could be. There was so much potential for things to go wrong, since none of us knew exactly what we were walking into. All we could do was try to cover every eventuality we could think of.

I’d spent the last week training, mostly with Zayde, and sometimes with Lena, working on the basic knife skills Zayde had taught me, and going through self-defence moves designed to help overthrow a bigger attacker and give me a chance to get away. Not that I wanted it to come to that, but we had to be prepared for anything. Zayde was fairly confident in my ability, and that in turn gave me confidence. Still, I hoped that I didn’t actually have to use any of my newly acquired skills.

Lena had been a surprise during our week of training. She’d told me that ever since an “incident” when she was younger, she’d been training in martial arts, learning various disciplines, and it showed. She was extremely intelligent, another thing I’d come to realise the more time I spent with her, with an aptitude for numbers that I envied. According to her, the key to becoming skilled in a discipline was to train your mind to keep it sharp, and she had me doing focusing exercises and all sorts of random brain training that made my head spin.

Anyway, we were ready and prepared. Our basic plan was simple and straightforward, but it was actually carrying it out that would be the problem. We’d agreed that Allan and Joseph were the weakest links, and therefore we needed to isolate them, preferably without drawing any attention to ourselves, and get them away so we could question them. We were running out of time—the Alstone Holdings deal was almost complete, the board due to sign it off the following day, and we needed answers.

Of course, the plan hinged on both of them actually attending this meeting, but we’d agreed that the chances were high. Arlo was at Alstone Members Club for the evening, so it would be easy enough for Allan to attend without arousing suspicion.

I sat in the back of the van, which from the outside looked like an ordinary, nondescript van. Inside, though, it was incredible. Like something out of a movie, complete with surveillance stuff and all sorts of gadgets I had no clue how to use. The boys and Lena had spent twenty minutes drooling over it, and I couldn’t help smiling at their enthusiasm.

As per the email we’d intercepted, the meetup was at Alstone Castle. Why there, I had no idea. Maybe because it was generally deserted at night, and out in the open. Glancing through the open hatch to the front windscreen, I saw we were turning onto the familiar road, and nerves overtook me. My leg bounced restlessly, and I attempted to breathe deeply in and out to calm myself.

The plan had to work.

It had to.

I was so thankful that Creed had come through for us. He’d stayed away from being personally involved, but he’d provided us with the goods. We had Mack, and this van, and thanks to Mack, a place to take Allan and Joseph to question them. Obie, one of Creed’s other guys, was also with us. He sat in front of the screens, monitoring surveillance. When I’d