Do You Trust Me? (6 page)

In the light of the
cabin, his lean, rugged figure glowed like the image of some god, muscles
flexing with each move, dark eyes eating her alive. Just looking at him made
her hotter, weaker, willing to do whatever he wanted. And his cock. God, it was
so magnificent. The remembered feel of it inside her heated her blood and set
it racing through her veins.

“Well? Did you,
daredevil?”

“N-no,” she finally gasped.
“Never.”

“Good. I want to be
first. Do it, Rina. Finger that clit for me.”

He knelt between her
outspread thighs, stroking his latex-clad cock as Rina tentatively moved the
tip of one finger to the protruding knot of flesh. The moment she touched it
fire spiked through her body and a fresh wash of cream slipped from her vagina
and trickled down into the cleft of her ass. She couldn’t tear her eyes away
from McCall’s as she manipulated that tiny bud, driving herself higher and
higher.

The rasp of McCall’s
uneven breathing blended with her own choppy breaths and the pounding of her
heart. The beginning of a climax gathered low in her belly.

“Do you like that?”
he asked. “Do you like having me watch you play with yourself? Does it turn you
on?”

She nodded, well
beyond speech.

When he slid one
finger into her quivering vagina, her muscles clamped down on him, trying to
drag him further inside her. She was...almost...there...almost...almost...

The orgasm began to
break over her, roaring through her body. McCall slipped his finger out and
used his hands to pull wide the lips of her sex, staring at the spasming, slick
flesh and the juice of her arousal pouring from her.

Fuck me!
She screamed in her
head.
Fill me. Damn it, I want your cock.

Her body bucked, her
finger kept up its motion, and her internal muscles clenched over and over
again. At the moment when she thought she’d surely fly apart, he took his cock
in his hand, leaned over her, and drove into her with one hard, swift stroke.

The swollen shaft
filling her, stretching her, drove Rina toward yet another climax, the muscles
of her tummy clenching, her hips thrusting. She lifted her hand and used both
to grab his arms to steady herself, her ankles linked together at the small of
his back to pull him in more tightly.

Sweat dripped from
his face and mingled with the perspiration on her heated flesh as their bodies
slammed into each other. There was no finesse this time. No preparation. No kisses
or stimulating foreplay. This wasn’t making love; this was raw sex. But the
intimacy of it was just as overwhelming.

His gaze still held
hers, watching her for the unmistakable signs of yet another orgasm about to
crest. Hands tight on her bottom, he lifted her to give himself greater depth
and with one final plunge took them both over the edge.

The walls of her
pussy clutched around him, grasping him, as she shuddered over and over. Her
blood raced in her veins, and the walls of her cunt pulsed and clenched again
and again. She felt as if an earthquake had exploded with her at the epicenter.
It took her a long time to ride through the aftershocks.

At last, McCall slid
carefully from her body and eased her legs down. They lay there panting,
absorbing the last of the tiny spasms. When he rolled off the bed to dispose of
the condom, Rina covered her eyes with her forearm, not sure she could look at
him. She had no idea how to handle this powerful effect he had on her or even
what to call it. Or what she was supposed to do when they reached San Antonio. But the sexual pull between them was so overwhelming they couldn’t seem to
escape it.

God. She was in
such
trouble.

When he leaned down
and brushed the knuckles of his hand against her cheek, the gesture both so
tender and so uncharacteristic of him, she wanted to cry.

“It will be all
right,” he told her in a tight voice. “I don’t know how, but it will. Trust me,
no matter what.”

What was he saying?
How could it possibly be all right when her world was collapsing, her brother
was God knows where, and McCall had lighted a fire inside her she might never
be able to put out? How had she let herself become addicted so quickly to a man
whose hidden baggage might destroy her?

She finally looked at
him. “McCall, I—”

“Not now. I have work
I have to finish.” He traced the outline of her lips with the tip of one
finger. “But when we get to your house, we’ll talk.”

Talk? About what?

How in hell was she
going to manage with him living in her house if he threw up that same emotional
wall again during the day but found his way to her bed each night?

****

Behind his desk in a
walnut-paneled office in Washington, D.C., Senator Bryce Patterson held the
telephone receiver to his ear and drummed his fingertips. As the senior senator
from his state, he had been elected six times to the Senate, but not without
the help of some very powerful men. He knew his obligations to them and always
kept his part of the bargain. Now, in the waning days of his career, he was
finding some of the biggest ones the hardest to keep.

“Everett, we have to
be very careful with this,” he told the man on the other end of the
conversation. “I’ve told you that.”

“Time is running out,”
Congressman Everett Hanes said, his deep voice booming across the wires. “That
bill is ready to come out of committee, and once it does, if President Brandon
signs it, we’re all cooked.”

“I’m working on
things.”

“Like killing JohnWilson.”
Hanes snorted derisively. “That was a stupid move.”

“That wasn’t me and
you. It was ordered by our patron. The eminent entrepreneur, Andrew Brechtel.”

“Brechtel should
realize he can’t have his trained monkeys running around killing people in this
country the way he does everywhere else.”

Patterson gritted his
teeth. “Don’t try to tell me you had no idea how he operated.”

Hanes made a rude
noise. “Even he should have known killing Wilson would open a can of worms. Now
that ultra-secret team of his is breathing down our necks. And we’re nearly out
of time.”

“But they didn’t find
anything, right? No one knows what he did with the information, especially them.
Otherwise, we’d be out of business. So what did we gain?” Patterson picked up a
pen and began rolling it between his fingers.

“We got rid of one
troublesome thorn in our side,” Hanes conceded.

“Yes, well, if we’d
just been a little more patient, we might have had everything.” He cleared his
throat. “We did get one nice little piece of information none of you were aware
of.”

“And that is?”

“We got hold of his
real
identification file, not the fake one they built for him.” Patterson liked
dropping bombshells like this. It kept people off balance, leaving more power
in his hands. “Guess what, folks. His actual name is John Devargas and he has a
sister.”

“A sister? He has a
sister?” The voice was heavy with disbelief. “And how do you know that.”

“Uncovering the
relationship wasn’t easy since that information is buried very deep. If we didn’t
have some heavy artillery on our side who knows how to find these things, I’d
never have found it.”

“That heavy artillery
can’t be putting himself on the line like that. We can’t afford to have
anything trace back to him until we’re ready to move.” Hanes paused. “How did
she even cross your radar?”

“It seems she paid a
little visit to her brother’s townhouse the same night we were ‘searching’ for
the information.”

“How do we know it
was her brother’s place? He could have been a close friend. Or a lover.”

“Our ‘friend’
breached the firewall searching for information on who our victim was. He had
to dig really deep but he uncovered the man’s real last name. Devargas. And
that opens another can of worms. In her haste to get away from the man we sent
to the townhouse, our little pigeon dropped her purse with all her
identification in it. Her driver’s license identifies her as Rina Devargas.
That’s not a common surname. And the relationship’s been verified. That means her
visit to his place was no accident.”

There was a prolonged
silence before Hanes spoke again. “Is it too much to hope you know where this
sister is?”

“I do.” Patterson
paused again, drawing out the anticipation deliciously.

“So where is she?”

“She lives in Texas. In San Antonio. Our friend has people on it as we speak. He’s sure she was at the
townhouse because John told her where he hid the information. Unfortunately for
all of us, he’d begun to suspect someone on his team had betrayed him and took
steps to keep the information away from everyone.” Patterson’s mouth lifted in
a vicious grin. “If only he knew how right he was. But that means our man in
place somehow gave himself away, and we can’t have that happen again.”

“Tell our man to be
extra careful. If he slips again we’ll have to eliminate him.” He swore softly.
“Let me know the minute you have your hands on her. And keep our errand boys under
control. We can’t afford to have bodies littering the landscape. Not at this
point.”

****

When the plane landed
in San Antonio, someone was waiting with a rental car.

“I figured, with your
purse gone, you didn’t have any keys,” McCall said. “If you’ve got an extra set
at home, I’ll get someone to retrieve your car.”

She’d insisted on
driving, arguing with McCall that she knew where they were going and he didn’t.
The ride, like the end of the plane trip, had been accomplished in silence.

Unfortunately, it
gave her too much time to think.

Do you trust me,
Rina?

The words echoed in
her head. Well, did she? She’d said yes, but each time he retreated behind his
wall she was plagued by doubts. If she trusted him, why didn’t she tell him
about the locket? Or did she only trust him with her body?

How were they
supposed to share a house together? He was making her crazy.
We can’t show
any relationship in public
, he’d said. Then he practically attacked her on
the plane. Or wasn’t that in public?

We’ll talk when we get
to your house
,
he told her. About what? For the moment, she had no idea what to say to him.
Her emotions apparently had been tossed in a mixer and had no intention of
settling down, especially when McCall was harder to read than a foreign
dictionary.

But my body reads him
just fine.

She shivered as she
remembered the things they’d done last night. The things he’d said they would
do.

When they got closer
to her street, he finally broke the silence. “Drive past your house, circle the
block a couple of times, and approach the house from the opposite way we’re
going now.”

“What for? Why can’t
I just go right into the garage?”

“Don’t you want to
find out if there’s a chance someone is lurking around? Waiting for you? Maybe
someone like you ran into last night?”

“Oh.” Her stomach
clenched, and she unconsciously touched the bruise on her face. She didn’t know
what else to say so she simply followed his directions.

When Rina had moved
from her condo to the house a year ago, one of its attractions was the rural setting
at the far northwest end of San Antonio. Her neighbors were visible but not
close, and she had enough land to give her the privacy she wanted. Now, she
wasn’t sure if that was a curse or a blessing. Did she still want that same
privacy, or would she feel safer with other people closer to her?

“I remembered how
isolated you are out here,” he commented. “There’s a lot of space between you
and your neighbors.”

“Yes. I like it that
way.” Let him make of that whatever he wanted.

At last, he seemed
satisfied that there were no discernible signs of the enemy. “Go on and head
for your house. Since you don’t have your car, you don’t have your remote. How
do you plan to open the garage door?”

“I leave the side
door unlocked. You can let yourself in and press the button inside. Please,”
she snapped, hearing a muttered curse. “I’m a writer, not a spy. And people
leave their doors unlocked around here all the time.

“Not any more,” he
told her. “When you get to your house, let me out. I’ll take care of things.”

The minute she hit
the driveway, McCall was out of the car and around to the side of the house. In
seconds the garage door slid up and she drove in, the door already closing
behind her. Rina climbed out of the car and opened the side door into the
house.

“Not locked?” McCall
asked her.

“I never lock that
door. The garage door locks when it closes.”

“From now on, I want
it locked. No exceptions. Better let me go first.”

She stood impatiently
in the little utility room while he pulled out his gun and checked every room
in the house. It seemed to take forever before he was back, signaling all
clear.