Target (An erotic romantic novella) (6 page)

“From the fridge,” he said, lifting an eyebrow at her.  He knew he was going to have to tell her everything, but he was worried, he did not know how she would take it.

She took a sip and sighed, she did not know what she was doing.  This morning she had teetered on the edge of the bridge, contemplating suicide and if he had not have come she would have been dead.  Life was so precarious.

His phone rang.  She jumped startled.

“Sorry,” he said, delving into his rucksack and pulling it out.  “I have to take this.”  He jumped to his feet and wandered towards the shoreline.

She watch
ed him as he walked away.  She could not believe that she had just had sex with him, the man who had supposedly killed her parents, and her sister; but then her body shuddered at the thought of it, and she wanted to do it again.  Stupid, she muttered to herself, putting on her sunglasses and lying back on the blanket.

“Mark, what news?” he asked.

“We think we have found her, alive,” the voice replied.  Rick stopped dead.

“You a
re fucking joking?” he asked.

“No Sir, I’ll send you a picture.  She is in a coma, in a downtown hospital.
  The staff, say she was washed up on the beach, with no ID.”  Rick glanced over to Sarah she was lying on her back, taking in the sun’s rays.  His phone bleeped.  His looked at the picture, and then quickly flicking through his photos, he checked it against the one he had.

“It
is her,” he confirmed.  “I want you to arrange her transport in my jet, bring her back to the city hospital in London. Pay her hospitals fees where she is now.”

“Sir, there is something else.  After
a little gentle persuasion, the owner of plane Hire Company confirmed it was not one of their pilots, who took them out.  Someone paid them a lot of money to let him take the plane with the girls.  He says the pilot bailed out, and the plane crashed, his company was heavily compensated for the loss of the plane.  Rick, it was a hit, you were right.”  Rick’s fists clenched tightly.

“Well done Mark, be careful okay, check in when you have sorted transport
.  Make sure you fly the plane yourself okay, do not allow anyone on board you do not know, if he finds out she is still alive, he will come after her.  Get Andy to dig as deep as he can, find some evidence.”

“
Yes sir. - Sir?”  Mark questioned.

“Yes?”

“If he thinks she is dead, he is going to go after the sister and then you.”  Rick glanced over to her again.

“I know
; she is with me.  I think he has already sent two goons, but I have dealt with them.”  He hung up.  Wandering back to her, he sat down and put his phone back in his rucksack.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s nothing,” he brushed off casually.  “Fancy a swim?” he asked.  She looked over the top of her sunglasses at him.

“Sure, why not.”  She jumped up
, threw her sunglasses down, and followed him into the water.  They waded in to their waists.

“It
is cold,” she shivered, as she attempted to dunk herself, underneath. Rick did not hear as he had already swum off, further out to sea.  His mind was full of worry; he was going to have to tell her, but how?  Finally, under the water, Sarah swam over to him, and they treaded water together.

“Are you sure you are alright Rick?” she asked, he had turned very quiet since that phone call.  He grinned at her,
and shook his worrying thoughts from his mind.

“Sure, come on, I’ll race you to the shore,” he challenged.
  Laughing, she swam after him, she was a strong swimmer, and soon over took him.  Emerging out of the water, she stood with her hands on her hips waiting for him.

“Well there you go,” he said as he waded out.  “Already I know a little more about you.  You are an excellent swimmer.”

“A junior and senior champion,” she added with a chuckle, as she grabbed her towel and wiped her face.  She dropped down onto the blanket and he poured her another glass of wine.  Sitting down beside her, he gazed at her.  She swallowed a little nervously, as she sipped her wine, her eyes lifting to his as she felt the energy bouncing between them.

“Sarah, you are so beautiful,” he said
, as he lifted a hand to her cheek.  He swept back her long wet hair, and ran a hand across her shoulder.  She blushed, and then as he pulled her closer and kissed her. She dropped her glass, as her arms clasped around him, and she held him tight.  Rick deepened their kiss and they lay down on the rug, his hand cupped her bottom and he pulled her in even closer.  His hand moved up her back and his fingers pulled at the ties of her bikini.  Sarah ran her hand across his back, her fingers lightly following the curve of his spine until it rested on his bottom.  Undoing her bikini Rick slipped his hand around to her front and cupped her breast, his fingers teasing at her nipple. 

Feeling
a distinct bulge in his shorts as he pushed against her, she moved her hand around to his front and slipped her hand inside them. She took hold of him and immediately felt him harden even more as she caressed him.  He moaned against her cheek as he kissed her, and finally unable to stop the urge, his mouth moved down, urgently seeking her hardened nipple.  Sarah gasped, as he sucked hard, and the sensation shot down her body.  She ran her hand up and down his shaft, her thumb teasing the tip, feeling his wetness.

S
he eased his cock out and Rick moved on top of her.  Sarah opened her legs, and his hand slipped into her bikini bottoms.  He fingered her gently, sliding two, three fingers in and out, feeling her clit throbbing at his touch, her wetness soaking his hand.  Her back arched and she pushed her pelvis back and forth into in rhythm with his fingers.

H
e kissed her mouth lovingly and Sarah felt her heart wobble, it was so beautiful, so wonderful, so loving, that she was certain he could not have murdered her family.  She wanted to feel him inside her again, so she opened her legs wider, inviting him.  Rick however, had other ideas. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth stopping at her opened legs, he glanced at her, she was so on the edge that the look in her eyes sent him wild.  He slipped her bottoms to one side as his mouth clamped down on her - she screamed, and grasped at his head, holding him there as he sucked.

“Rick,” she moaned as
his tongue flicked in and out. “Oh god Rick no, please,” she begged, she was going to come.  “Please do it now,” she pleaded.  He lifted his face and licked his lips - she tasted divine. Her eyes gazed into his, and her whole body shook in pre orgasm.  Rick could see the hunger in them, so he moved on top and entered her, she cried as she felt his length inside her.  At first, he thrust, hard, deep, and slow and Sarah moaned in delicious delight, her hands grabbing at his firm, toned bottom as she urged him into her.  His kisses trailed around her throat and down her chest, licking and sucking her breasts, making her groan even more.

As he
quickened the pace, Sarah climaxed and she screamed clawing at his back, as she urged him to come with her, and he did, filling her until she shook inside and he shuddered, falling on her.  He drew her into his arms.

“S
arah,” he said, as he kissed her ear, and caressed her breast.  “You are amazing.”

“
Not so bad yourself Rick,” she whispered teasingly back, as she ran her fingers down the hard muscles on his back. He inhaled her and he held her, and he felt his heart sing.  If he had not been given that contract, he would never have found her.  He nuzzled her neck, and kissed her gently.  He did not want to tell her, he wanted to be normal he wanted to forget his past.

“Rick,” she whispered,
as they sat up.  “I’m just going for a quick dip.”  She was so wet where they had both come, she need to wash.  He watched her as she skipped to the water, and his eyes lingered on her perfect, sexy body as she waded in deeper.

Sarah glanced back,
as she could feel him watching her.  She was mad, that was the only answer she could give herself.  Why else would you have sex, not once, but twice with a man who had supposedly murdered your family.  She pulled her bikini bottoms down and let the water flow between her legs washing away their sex. She could still feel a sensation tingle deep inside her and she almost felt like she would come again, she had never done that before, had sex twice, straight after the first time. He was still watching her, and she wondered if he knew what she was doing, and if it turned him on again.  She looked away from him, what was the matter with her she was becoming obsessed with him.  She pulled her bottoms back up and then waded back out the water.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you,” she replied, as she gave him a smile and lay back down next to him.  “It must be so lovely to live somewhere like this forever.  Where you can just walk down to your own private beach, and...”

“And have sex?” he interrupted with a grin.  She slapped him.

“No, and have a swim, I was going to say, although the sex on the beach is rather appealing too.”  He laughed, and tucked an elbow under his head.

“So, if you had the opportunity to live somewhere like this, would you.  Or would you miss the city?” he asked.

“Yes, I think I would.  I used to love living in the city when I was younger.  Easy for clubs and restaurants, but now,” she sighed, turning to him.  “Now I think I would prefer sex on a beach.”  Rick laughed.

“Where else?” he asked.

“Where else what?” she questioned.

“Where else would you like to have sex?”  Her eyes, skimmed his handsome face.

“With you, anywhere,” she whispered seductively.  He rolled onto his side, and ran a finger down her nose.

“Okay
, how about we pick somewhere.”  She thought for a moment.

“But the kids are coming Saturday?” she then said.

“Doesn’t matter, I know this estate like the back of my hand, all the land, the woods, the barns?” he said, lifting an eyebrow.

“The woods,” she said.  “Just as it
is about to get dark,” she suggested. He licked his lips in thought.

“Will you wear the shoes
I brought you?” he asked.

“In the woods?” she questioned and he nodded.

“Okay, if you like.”

“When then?” he asked.

“Tomorrow evening, after dinner,” she proposed, she did not want to wait until Saturday.

“I know the perfect place, no one would find us.  Come on we should head back.”  He jumped up and began gathering the picnic basket together.
  His eyes darting to her, he watched as she took off her bikini and slipped on her shorts and t-shirt.  He shook his head, Jesus he was falling hard and fast.

“Rick, I
have never done something like this before,” she said, as she took his hand.  Turning her to him, he ran his hand through her long, dark, wet hair and kissed her.

“Me neither,” he replied
, truthfully.  He was going to have to tell her, he knew he was, maybe tomorrow, or Saturday.

As they walked across the car
park Rick’s phone rang.

“Sorry,” he apologised,
as he delved in his rucksack and grabbed it.

“Rick Hemmingway,” he answered.  She smiled; it was such a nice name, Rick Hemmingway, Sarah Hemmingway.  Sh
e shut her mouth, what was she thinking!  She had known him a day.  As before, he walked away from her whilst he was talking.  He was frowning, he looked angry and she was a little concerned.

“Are you sure?” Rick said, grinding his teeth.

“Yes Sir, there is no doubt; he was identified from the picture.”

“Will he testify?” Rick asked.

“I don’t think so Sir, he is too scared.”

“Damn it.  Okay, good work.”

“Sir, someone has been asking questions about you, about what you are doing, where you are staying.  I think you should be careful,” the voice told him.

“Did anyone
say where I was,” Rick asked.  The line went quiet.  “Andy - Andy…” Rick frowned he could hear someone listening.  “Who is there?  Where is Andy?”  The line went dead.  Fuck, he growled.  He bit is lower lip and looked across at Sarah.  Dialling his phone, he waited.

“Sir,” the voice answered, and Rick breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mark is everything okay, is the girl okay?” he rushed.

“Yes Sir, we should land in an hour, we have an ambulance ready to take us to the hospital,” he confirmed
.

“Good.  Mark I lost contact with Andy, something is wrong.  I think he knows
, I think he was there.”

“Damn,” the voice said quietly.

“I don’t know how much, Andy may have talked.  I am going to make a call to Beckenham, see if we can get her in there.  The hospital and ambulance could be compromised, I will give them a code word, um ….” he stuttered, he could not think.  He glanced at Sarah.  “Marriage,” he said.  Then he frowned, marriage?  What a stupid fucking word.

“Marriage Sir?” Mark said, bewildered.

“Yes, marriage, no one will think of that,” he rushed.  “Do not get into the ambulance unless they give you the code word, okay.  I will ring you straight back.”