Kincade's Rose (Megalodon Team) (6 page)

He set her down on the floor and held her
head between his hands, making sure she saw the sincerity in his eyes.  “I want
you.  I want to make love to you.  Right here.  Right now.”  His voice was so
seductive.

“Yes,” she said.  “Yes.”
  Make love to
you, not just a roll in the sack.
  She wanted him so badly.

Tyson let go of her with one hand only to
lock the door behind him and fasten the safety chain.  Then those hands of his
were back on her body.  “I have wanted to do this ever since I saw you sitting
under that umbrella sipping your drink.  You are perfection.”  He slipped his
hands up under her shirt, creating waves in her belly as his touch roamed
higher and higher.

Her hands mimicked his movements.  Soon she
had his shirt off and was tracing those muscles again.  “I think I am having a
case of déjà vu.”

“I want one as well,” he said as her shirt
was removed quickly followed by her bra.  “Yes, I remember this.”  One hand
cupped her breast, kneading it and teasing the nipple that had hardened beneath
his touch.  Tyson dropped his hands to her full hips and unfastened the button
on her jeans, sliding them down her muscular legs.

Jayde kicked off her shoes and stepped out
of her jeans.  Her head fell back as his thumbs slipped under the elastic of
her underwear.  Soon they were pooled on the floor and she stood totally naked
in front of him.

“Dear God, you’re beautiful.”  Tyson picked
her up and laid her on the bed.  He was clothed just in his jeans and there was
a definite ridge against her hip as he lay next to her. His mouth found hers as
his hand traced its way from her shoulder to her hip and back again.

Jayde wrapped her arms around his neck,
deepening the kiss as his touch created flames wherever it went.  She moved her
hands down his back, enjoying the rippling muscles she felt, and cupped his
firm, jean-clad butt, garnering a groan from him.

She arched against him and he got the
message.  His jeans and boxers were gone in a flash, and all she felt was cool
satin bedspread beneath her and hot hard naked man above her.  Jayde bit his
lip as he slid two fingers inside her wet body.

His fingers found a tempo they liked and
his tongue matched it within the warmth of her mouth.   His hardened length
pressed into her belly as she arched up off the bed in an explosive orgasm.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered in
her ear.

“Please…please…please.”  Jayde sounded like
a broken record.

“I’m sorry it’s not slower.”  He sucked her
earlobe into his mouth, making love to her ear as he settled his weight between
her spread legs.

“Now, Tyson, please!” Jayde begged, lifting
her hips to help him gain entrance.

Groaning and removing his fingers from her
wet core, Tyson slid the head of his throbbing erection into her.  Inch by slow
inch he filled her to capacity, allowing her to get used to the size.  Her body
was so tight.

All the way buried inside her, Tyson
groaned again with pleasure as he nipped her shoulder before finding her
mouth.  “You feel so good…”

“Oh, God!” she mewled.  It was heaven
having this man deep within her.  Just his touch was enough for her to have an
orgasm; she’d had to work at it with George, and then most of the time it had
been faked.  She couldn’t pretend it with Tyson if she tried.

He withdrew and slid back in, wresting
another cry from her.  As her internal muscles clenched about him, he began to
move faster.

Jayde’s moans quickly grew to pants, and
then onto screams, as he drove into her lush body.  Faster and faster.  Deeper
and deeper.  Harder and harder.

A sheen of sweat covered them both and
finally Jayde shouted as her nails raked down his back, drawing blood.  He came
right after her with a yell.

Tyson collapsed on her, his arms no longer
able to hold him.  He was shaking, as if his release had been powerful and
intense.  Jayde was feeling the same.  Her body practically melted into the
mattress.  She didn’t want to move; she
couldn’t
move.  Her arms flung
out to her sides, she just breathed in the smell of sweat, sex, and Tyson.  It
was a very nice combination.

All too soon, he rolled off her body,
taking with it the warmth and comfort she craved.  “Are you all right?” he
asked.

“Never better.  You?”

“Never better.”  He drew her body closer to
his and kissed her, long and drawn out.  She felt his flaccid member stir to
life against her belly.

Jayde put one arm around his back and drew
it away when she felt something wet that didn’t feel like sweat.  In the dim
light of the room she saw red on her fingertips.  She shot to a sitting
position.

“Oh, my God!  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean
to do this.”  She jumped off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, coming out
wearing the robe and carrying a warm washcloth.

“Do what?” Tyson asked as he began to turn
over.

“No, don’t turn around.  Just lie there.” 
As he complied, she pressed the warm cloth on his back.

“Drew some blood, huh?” he teased.  “Glad I
was good enough to get that reaction from you.”

Smack!
  Jayde hit him in the
shoulder.  “Tyson!”

Faster than she could blink, Jayde found
herself pinned under his body, his face millimeters away from hers.  “Don’t
worry about it; I will wear them with pride.”

“I should clean them,” she said
concernedly.

“You should kiss your husband,” he uttered
seductively.

Jayde dropped the washcloth on the bed as
she eagerly put her mouth on his.  “I suppose you get that reaction from all
the women you take to bed, huh?” she mumbled against his lips.

“None who have meant anything to me.  Until
you.”

“What does that mean?” Jayde demanded.

“Stop talking and kiss me.”  He took the
decision from her and kissed her passionately.

The room phone began to trill.  Tyson
pulled back from her tempting mouth and looked at her.  “Your phone is a
menace.  Who keeps calling you?”

“Probably another family member, wanting me
to hear her problems or something like that.  Checking up on me, making sure I
don’t have some man in my room with me…”

“Oh, yeah, wouldn’t want a man in here with
you, shackin’ up or worse.”  He smacked her on the butt as she scrambled out
from under him to answer the phone.

“Don’t answer that,” she hissed as she
tried to get to it first.

“Hello?”  He spoke into the phone.  “Who is
this?  Wrong number.”  Then he hung up and dialed the front desk.  “Don’t
transfer any more calls up here tonight.  I want to sleep.”

He hung up the phone to come face to face
with an unnerved Jayde.  “I can’t believe you did that!  I have to call home!” 
She moved towards her cell phone that had begun to ring.

She didn’t get there.  “No,” Tyson
interjected.  “It’s time for your family to let you have a life.  They can call
you during daylight.”  He took a hold of her hands and tugged her back to his
body.  “You aren’t their slave, personal servant, or anything like that.  Don’t
let them treat you as such.”

As she looked into the eyes of the man
who’d made fantastic love to her she realized he was right.  Her family ran her
life.  All of them did.  It felt like she had been taking care of them since
she was old enough to cook.  “Okay,” she said, for once feeling strong enough
to stand firm against them, as long as Tyson was with her.

“Now, where were we?” he growled as he
pinned her on her back.  “I think you are overdressed for what I have in
mind.”  His hands untied the robe and opened it, revealing her hidden treasures
to his lecherous gaze.  “This is more like it.”

Jayde and Tyson spent the rest of the night
making love, sometimes gently and sometimes not so gently.  They learned each
other’s bodies very well and finally succumbed to sleep as sunlight crested
over the ocean.

Tyson was in the shower when Jayde heard his
phone ringing.  It was the fifth time it had rang, so she answered it. 
“Hello?”

“Who is this?” a man demanded.  “Where is
Tyson?”

“In the shower.  Do you want to hold on for
a moment?”

“Young lady, who are you?”

“No one of consequence,” she evaded.

“I disagree.” Jayde turned and saw Tyson
standing there with a towel tied around his waist.

Jayde smiled.  “I didn’t mean to cause
problems, but it kept ringing.”  She handed him his phone.

“No problems.”  He took a kiss along with
the phone.  “Yeah?”  he said as Jayde walked into the bathroom and took a
shower to give him some privacy.

Some minutes later the door opened. 
“Tyson?  Is that you?” she asked over the noise of the showerhead.

“Who else would it be?” he answered.  He
sounded so distracted to her.

“Not sure.”  She stuck her head out and
peered at him.  “What are you doing in here?”

“We need to talk.”

He looked so serious for a moment that she
became scared.  “I’ll be done in a moment,” she promised, pulling her head back
inside the shower.  Jayde finished in record time.  Tyson had handed her a
towel and robe the moment she stepped out of the tub.

She followed him out into the bedroom. 
“What is it?  What’s happened?”

He turned those eyes on her and she just
about cried.  There was so much pain in them it hurt her.  It scared her.

“Get dressed.”  He threw some jeans and a
tee shirt at her.  “Hurry.”

Gone was the man who had loved her so
thoroughly through the night, leaving behind someone she didn’t recognize. 
“Excuse me?” Jayde asked in total confusion.

“We are leaving.  Today.  Get dressed.”  He
walked to the window and peeked out behind the drawn drapery, frowning at
something he saw down on the street.

Jayde moved her clothes to the side and sat
down on a chair.  “My vacation isn’t over till tomorrow.”

Hard eyes turned to her.  “It’s over now.”
His voice brooked no room for argument.

“Tyson, you’re scaring me.”

“Dammit, woman, get dressed!” he snapped. 
“We are going back to the preserve.  You need to hurry.”

Silently, she did as told.  As she tied on
her boots, she noticed him with her cell phone.  “What are you doing?” she
demanded.

“Is there anything you want from your stuff
to take with you?”

“Yes, all of it.  What are you doing with
my phone?” Jayde asked again.

“You can get another one, once you are back
in the States.  Let’s go.”  He grabbed a bag with her souvenirs in it.  The
phone was tossed on the bed in two pieces.

“I’m not leaving my phone or my stuff. 
Will you just talk to me?”  She moved towards the bed and her phone. 
Who
was this man?

“Leave it there.”  Tyson grabbed her hand
and dragged her to the door.

Jayde began to struggle, a futile effort
since he was so much stronger than she.  Panic surfaced and a scream began to
emerge from her throat.  Tyson kissed her, covering the sound of her scream. 
His touch just as potent as it had been all through the night.

When he moved back from her mouth, he spoke
very clearly in a low voice.  “Listen to me.  We have to go, now.  You are in
danger staying here; fighting me is only making it harder for me to save you.” 
The disbelief must have shown in her eyes, for he touched her chin gently. 
“It’s my fault you are in danger, but now it’s also up to me to protect you.  I
won’t let anything happen to you, but you have to trust me,” Tyson spoke
sincerely.

“Why am I in danger?”  Dawning slowly came
to her.  “Does this have to do with the police that brought you here?”

“Yes, and I’m so sorry I dragged you into
this.  But let me get you out of it.  You have to get back to the States.  But
we have to go immediately.”

“I’m not going,” she protested
automatically, irrationally.

A look entered Tyson’s eyes that told her
she was wrong.  “Don’t make me force you.  You are leaving right now; I’d just
hoped it would be of your own volition.  I will carry you out if I have to,” he
promised.

She knew every word he spoke was the
truth.  Jayde withdrew into her shell.  “Fine.” She opened the door and began
to walk out before him.

“Let me go first,” he muttered, shouldering
past her.  He also had a bag.

Their bags in one hand, Tyson used his
other strong hand to grip her arm and lead her down the hallway to the back
stairs.  Jayde didn’t know this version of Tyson Kincade; and yet she still
felt safe with his touch, regardless of what was currently happening between
them.

He blended them in a crowd of people going
down the stairs and walked with them outside as if they were a part of the
group.  Once everyone was on the bus, it left for the preserve.  Jayde felt him
look over to her but she refused to meet his gaze.

“

Upon reaching the preserve, Tyson and Jayde
got off in the middle of the crowd and immediately went towards one of the
preserve’s trails.  Soon it was just the two of them in the rainforest walking,
in silence, rapidly along the trails.

They continued walking at that fast pace
for about four hours until Jayde ran into his back when he’d abruptly stopped
walking at the edge of the clearing and looked over the meadow.

“We wait.”  Was all he said as he moved
them off the trail and into the jungle, erasing all proof of their existence.

Jayde was confused but she knew from his
expression he didn’t want her to talk.  He seemed in tune with the sounds that
surrounded them.  She was scared.  Her bag was close to her chest as she tried
to breathe slowly.  She sensed him watching her intently, and she tried to put
up a brave front.  However, her husband must have recognized her distress, for
he leaned against a tree and gestured for her to come to him.

She did as ordered.  Way out of her element
here, all she could think of were the poisonous snakes and spiders.  Snakes
weren’t so bad, but she had a severe case of arachnophobia.  Even fake spiders
scared her to the point of hyperventilation.

He settled her between his legs, her back
resting against his chest.  Tyson wrapped his arms around her and absorbed some
of her shaking.  They sat like that for hours more.  Jayde lost track of time
as the skies became dark.  The rain began to fall, causing her to shiver from
the cold, even though covered with the poncho that Tyson had produced.  Not
only that, she had to pee, but she remained quiet.  Jayde had her eyes closed
so she couldn’t see the creatures that she believed were closing in on her.

Something about her behavior must have
concerned Tyson.  He lowered his head, water running from his hair to hers, and
whispered into her ear, “It’s going to be all right.”  He glanced at his watch
and added, “Not much longer now.”

Her body was stiff.  She was cold,
frightened, drenched, and had a full bladder.  Jayde began to rock her body
from side to side when he stiffened behind her.  She cringed with fear, her
body just about giving out on her.  Blood mixed with the rain as she bit her
lip so hard to make sure she didn’t make a sound.

“Come on,” he said as she felt herself
being pulled up.  “That’s going to be our ride.”  He took her bag from her
nerveless fingers and carried it.  She still wore the poncho, for all the good
it was doing her.

Ride?
  She didn’t hear anything. 
Still she forced her eyes open and squinted against the torrential downpour
that had turned the ground into nothing but mud, mud that seemed to suck at more
than just her boots, taking with it some of her innocence.  Barely making out
Tyson’s tall form in front of her, she followed him back onto the trail and out
into the open meadow where he began to run.

Jayde saw a helicopter sitting there in the
middle of the tall grass.  Five figures holding guns were illuminated with
every flash of lightning.  Trepidation froze her feet to the ground; she
couldn’t move.

Tyson turned back around to see her stopped
in her tracks.  She heard the yells over the chopper and rain clearly enough
and saw him look at the other end of the meadow where headlights from a Jeep
were speeding towards their location.  He swore as he yelled, “Jayde, come to
me!”

His voice seemed to penetrate her haze. 
She wiped her eyes and saw his shadow.  She began to run, her boots slipping in
the mire, the large poncho entangling about her legs, but she never stopped.
She continued to run straight to the man with whom she felt safe.  As she
reached him, Jayde would have sworn she saw pride in his gaze as he locked eyes
with her and gestured her on towards the chopper.

This time he paced himself with her,
seeming to understand that she needed him there.  “Keep your head low,” he
shouted as they got up to the vehicle.  Jayde barely had time to look at the
men or their weapons before a strong arm reached out and lifted her up into the
chopper, Tyson jumping in right after her as the shots broke out.  The men
outside returned fire on the Jeep as they climbed back into the chopper.

Jayde saw flashes of light coming from the
muzzles of the guns before she was sandwiched in between Tyson and another
person she didn’t know.  She felt the helicopter moving and soon they were
flying.

There were nine other men in the interior
and all of them were looking at her with blatant curiosity.  She shrank against
Tyson’s wet yet safe body, not noticing the knowing smiles that passed among
the crew as his strong arms lifted her to a sitting position, removed her
drenched poncho, and maneuvered her back between his legs before covering them
both with a dry blanket, effectively hiding her curvaceous body from their
gazes.  The chopper flew for some time; and as the warmth penetrated her body,
pushing the remnants of the adrenaline out, she felt herself beginning to dose
off.  The last she remembered was a set of lips brushing a gentle kiss on the
top of her head.

Jayde awoke slowly.  Her whole body ached
with a stiffness she didn’t understand.  She knew she was in a bed, but where,
she didn’t know.  Her brown eyes opened slowly and took in her surroundings.

The room was small, just the bed and a
chair in it.  There were no windows and a dim overhead light bulb allowed her
to see.  She sat up in bed and realized she wore no clothes.  Gripping the
sheet around her nude body, she edged towards the one open door that led to the
bathroom.  As she passed the chair, she saw some clothes on it, so Jayde
grabbed them and took them with her.

Finally relieving her full bladder, she
decided to take a shower and loosen up her tight muscles.  Jayde locked the
bathroom door and even brought the chair in and wedged it under the doorknob
before she felt remotely safe enough.

She washed quickly and dried off before
picking up the clothes she’d snagged.  The bra and panties were her size and
looked new.  The shirt was a little large but it would work.  Jayde eyed the
pants; they were ugly olive green khakis, but they fit.  She put on the black
socks and tied off the pants around her ankles.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror,
Jayde curled her lip over her hair; then she looked down and saw a brush and
scrunchie along with an unopened toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.  There
was also a stick of deodorant and a jar of baby powder, both of which she
used.  She brushed her teeth and combed her hair, putting it up in a ponytail
with the scrunchie.

Just before she unwedged the chair from the
door, she noticed the ring on her finger.  Its silvery glow halted her for a
moment.  Nevertheless, she finished moving the chair.  For some reason, she
couldn’t bring herself to take off the band.

She walked back into the small room, armed
with the chair.  Tyson stood in the doorway and behind him were about four
other male heads trying to look around him and see into the room.

Tyson smiled briefly.  “Morning Jayde,” he
said.

“Where am I?” she queried, stopping and
watching him warily.

“At a remote safe house.  We will get you
back to the States soon.”

Safe house? Back to the States soon?
 
“I used the toothbrush and stuff in there.”

Tyson moved towards her, yet she kept the
chair between them.  “I got it all for you.  Glad the clothes fit.”

“Right.  Where are
my
clothes?”

“I had them washed.”

Jayde’s head tilted to the side as she
peered around him into the faces of leering strangers.  “I see.”  She didn’t
really.  Silently dismissing the men behind Tyson, she turned her attention
back to her husband.  He seemed well rested.  Tall and imposing, he stood
watching her with those damn eyes of his that seemed to have gold flecks in
them today. For some reason, the more she looked at this man, the more defined
his muscles became, for he appeared to be larger than she remembered.

She could smell his aftershave.  His black
shirt was indecently tight, pulled tautly across his muscular chest and
shoulders, and tucked into a pair of pants like hers. Yet on him, they looked
amazing.  He also wore black combat boots on his feet; every inch of him
looking dangerously hot.

His hair still wasn’t trimmed and it fell
about his head like he’d been running his fingers through it, as if worried
about something.  Jayde felt her body grow damp with desire as she looked upon
him.  She just couldn’t shake the images of him poised above her, sliding into
her, taking her to ecstasy.  Over and over again.

Her eyes darkened with desire and her breathing
changed.  She hoped the others couldn’t see her reaction.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, stepping closer
to her.

“Yes,” she said as her gaze moved up and
down his body unashamedly.