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Authors: Carrie Kelly

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“Do you want me to fuck you, Mattie?” he asked, his voice husky with need.

Yes. I wanted it more than anything, but my mouth couldn’t form the words. I nodded instead.

The sound of his zipper and the clank of his belt toppling to the floor filled the room. Then the slick heat of his bare cock pressed against my twitching clit. The fat head was just as wet as my over stimulated pussy, and I shuddered at the contact.

How was this happening to me, fattie Mattie? Jack was a spy and he was about to fuck me!

His mouth engulfed mine, taking my breath away, as he lifted me by the waist and urged my round thighs around his slender hips. I wanted to argue – to tell him to put me down. But he held me firm and strong.

I melted into his kiss, our tongues dancing a sultry tango, and gripped onto his muscular back with my small hands.

Then the throbbing length pressed inside my pulsing cunt. Bare skin beat against my gripping walls as he impaled me to the hilt with his glorious cock. I groaned at the impact and urged my hips onto his tumescent shaft.

“You’re so tight, Mattie,” he huffed and thrust again. “So wonderful.”

I moaned in response, giving in to the penetrating passion. Each forceful plunge rich with slick rapture. My fingers dug into his powerful back. Passion consumed me. Lust coursed through my hungry veins. My lips caressed the rough edge of his unshaven cheek. Bit and sucked at his heavenly neck as he assaulted my body and soul.

“Mattie,” he groaned and thrust again.

Each burning entrance bathed me in pleasure. I trembled and gasped at the turn of his hips. We moved like two dancers. Understood each other’s bodies like experts. My full breasts smashed against his hard chest. Our hearts beat together.

Closer and closer.

Sweat beaded on our flesh. The smell of sex mingled with that of the grasslands outside. All our worries faded in that perfect moment. Jack wanted me. Me!

Another thrust, and I gasped. My pussy gripping his cock hungrily as I came for the second time. I buried my face into his powerful neck just as he burst inside me. Jack’s hot seed filled my pussy, the rush of warmth soothing and perfect.

I clung to him and fought to catch my breath.
What just happened?

Lips brushed mine tenderly as he carried me to the bed. We collapsed on it together, his cock still buried in my depths.

“I’ll protect you, love. I promise. Everything I do is for you,” he said as he pulled out and held me in his strong arms.

Despite the nagging self-doubt and his lies – I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe Jack wanted me just like I wanted him.

Only time would tell.

 

5

 

 

Jack set the hair dye next to me and gripped my shoulders with his strong hands.

"I’ve never dyed my hair," I admitted and picked up the box with trembling fingers. The last day pushed me to my limits -- made me realize things I never had about myself.

Steven, my ex-fiancé, breaking up with me five weeks before our wedding was the hardest thing I'd ever faced. This should have been worse – chased across the Thailand countryside by human traffickers who wanted both of us dead – but with Jack it was somehow bearable.

"You’ll look lovely no matter what color it is, Mattie," he said and kissed the top of my head tenderly.

I looked at him in the dingy mirror, a fluorescent light flickering over our heads. His own light brown hair was now dark, almost black. With his golden skin he blended in with the locals – at least from a distance. His sharp blue eyes and powerful six feet build were the only things that gave him away. My size sixteen figure might be mistaken for chubby Thai woman from behind, but my complexion was too pale for the ruse to last long.

After spending the day in the shack on the river, we rowed to a small town and got a hotel. At least it was cheap. I only had about a hundred American dollars worth of
baht
left. I didn’t know how much Jack had, and I was too scared to ask.

What happened to my relaxing vacation?

"It'll grow back out," Jack said as he fingered my strawberry blonde waves.

"I don't care about my hair," I said and glanced at him in the mirror. It was more than that. How to explain it to the sexy Aussie?

"We'll be in Chiang Mai in less than a week. Once I get you to the U.S. consulate you'll be safe, love. I promise."

“I know.”

We'd been over it a hundred times before. After getting chased out of Bangkok by gun wielding maniacs, I lost it all -- my passport, my suitcase and my clothes. At least I still had my life. But what hurt most was losing the Jack I thought I knew, my best friend’s gorgeous brother and ever-present crush. He wasn’t a carefree wanderer like I’d been led to believe but some top-secret government agent instead.

A spy chasing down criminals across Asia!

I wanted to find comfort in his strong jaw, straight nose and keen eyes, but I saw a stranger. A lie. He also saved my life – kept me safe when he could have left me behind.

And the worse part was, I dreaded finally getting to Chiang Mai. The idea of the U.S. consulate taking care of me while they got my passport situation figured out filled me with sick dread.

Not because I didn’t want to go home, but leaving Jack’s side – his protection – was worse than anything I imagined.

I might not know him like I thought I did, but this new Jack was terrifyingly capable.

Cheryl always said I needed excitement in my life. Boy would she be surprised now!

“It’ll help you blend in. They’ve got a stronghold in the city, but it’s the only consulate in Thailand besides the embassy in Bangkok --”

“And we can’t go back,” I finished for him.

Jack rubbed his forehead. “No. Not yet. They’ll be on the lookout for two foreigners traveling around the country. They’ve got ties that go deeper than I anticipated, love. But your safety is my first priority. You know that, right?”

“Yes, but why can’t we take a bus or a train and blend in with the other tourists? When I was planning the honeymoon --”

He shook his head. “They’ll be watching the standard forms of transportation. I know how they work, Mattie. You’ve got to trust me on this.”

His serious expression sent a shiver up my spine, but I nodded.

“Do you need any help?” he asked and pointed at the box.

I took a deep breath. “No. I’ll figure it out.”

Jack cracked a smile and pulled back the cardboard packaging. “Considering it’s all in Thai, I think I better stick around.”

An hour later, I ran my fingers through my new dark locks. The deep chocolate brown hair made my fair skin look even paler than I had before, my golden freckles pronounced. I frowned at my reflection.

“I don’t look local,” I said and stepped out of the bathroom.

Jack smirked and held up a loose purple skirt and a matching blouse. “You will in these. Get dressed, love.”

I grabbed the clothes and went back into the bathroom to put them on. At least the wrap design didn’t make me look any bigger than I already was, and it matched the simple straw sandals Jack got to replace the heels I threw away while we ran for our lives. Fingering the embroidery on the hem, I wondered who made it and how much it cost.

Even in danger, I couldn’t let go of my costume designer mentality.

When I stepped back out, Jack smiled. “Good. Now we can start our adventure.”

“Adventure?” Heat rushed to my cheeks. After everything we’d been through, that was the last straw. “This is your idea of a good time?”

With two powerful strides, he stood in front of me. His superior height dwarfing me, and his powerfully defined chest pressed against mine. “There’s nothing I can do about the other night, but I’ll make the rest of your vacation as delightful as I can,” he said and ran a finger down my cheek.

Shivers of desire rose in my body. Heat rushed between my thighs, and I thought of the night before. How he held me against the wall with his strong body, the way his cock rammed into me with perfect urgency.

Maybe he did it to calm me down, help me relax. Jack didn’t really love me – he got swept up in the moment.

“Please don’t,” I said, but he didn’t heed me.

His lips brushed against mine, full and soft, as his tongue probed my hungry mouth. He tasted fresh and cool, a contrast to the fire his palms lit across my skin.

I pushed his chest, but it was as useless as pushing a brick wall.

Don’t give into him again, Tilda. He’ll only hurt you like Steven did.

My body ignored my mind, and I gripped his bulging biceps. If I didn’t hold onto him I’d melt into a useless puddle right in the middle of the floor.

He flinched, and I moved my hand from his freshly wrapped bandage.

“Sorry!”

His eyes looked pinched, but he shook his head. Then his knee slipped between my thighs, spreading them and forcing me to straddle his powerful leg. “I love it when you’re wrapped around me,” he groaned and pulled my bottom lip with his teeth in a teasing bite.

My panties flooded with need. I dug my nails into his arms, trying to pull away from his magnetic touch.

Hands groped my breasts, his lips searing my jaw and neck, brushing aside my hair to nip at the delicate flesh.

“Jack, please,” I gasped.

His palms pressed into my eager nipples. His searing fingers titillated them into hardened nubs through my blouse and bra. “Please what, Mattie?”

I wanted to say ‘stop,’ but the words died in my throat. After Steven’s criticism and rejection, I couldn’t take another blow to the heart.
Especially from Jack
. How would I repair that kind of damage?

But my body wouldn’t let me resist. Every time I tried, electric passion crippled me. Held me still. Forced me to give in. Why was I so damn weak?

Jack didn’t wait for an answer. He gripped my waist, his lips pressed into mine with desperate fury. Sparks ignited in my belly as our tongues met, my legs trembling.

Suddenly, he pulled back and looked around. He tilted his head to the side, like he listened for something. Then he grabbed my arm.

“Get your bag and climb out the window. Now!” he whispered and pulled his gun from the holster in his pants.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the slick black metal. Seeing him take action didn’t do much to diminish the mood, but the thought of being found out did.

How’d they find us so soon?

I didn’t stick around to ask. Slinging the little bag that held my wallet, phone, dress and lipstick over my shoulder, I pushed open the wooden shutters and eased over the thick window seal. At least we had a room on the first story. I was
not
about to jump over roofs!

I glance around the little town, but in the fading evening light I didn’t know where to go. Lights burned from the little shops, and a few of the locals glanced at me curiously.

A moment later, Jack climbed out after me and slung his arm around my shoulder. His bicep, strong and taut, rested against my neck protectively as we walked down the crowded, unpaved street.

“Did they find us?” I whispered and glanced up at him.

Shadows danced across his face. “Almost. We’ll get away, no worries.”

Every step sent goose bumps across my skin – waiting for a shout or the crack of the gunshot to split the air.

“Why aren’t we running?” I hissed, my heart pounding in my chest.

“That looks more suspicious than a couple out for an evening stroll, love.”

I bit my bottom lip. Sneaking around put every nerve in my body on edge!

“Where are we going on this stroll?” I asked as we neared the edge of the river.

My backside ached from hours of sitting on the hard wooden seat inside the boat, but to my surprise our ride was missing from the little dock.

“Did you move it?”

Jack set his lips in a grim line and shook his head. “No. I guess we’ll have to travel by foot for now.”

“By foot? For how long?” I asked as he pulled me into the high grass by the river.

Behind us, the town erupted with shouts.
Had they talked to the motel owner? Were they onto us?

Jack didn’t say a word, but his grip tightened on my shoulders, and we slipped into the safety of the jungle. The banyan trees were spaced far enough apart that we could slip through them without a machete, but in the almost total darkness their roots grabbed and tripped me with almost every step. Jack, somehow, avoided this fate.

After the fifth time nearly falling on my face, I stopped and grabbed his arm. “Wait. This isn’t working. I can’t walk like this, Jack! I can’t see where I’m going at all.”

He sighed and turned around. “You’re right, Mattie. I’ll carry you for as long as I can. Climb on,” he said and squatted in front of me.

“What? No!” I cried and took a step backwards. He might have held me against a wall, but that didn’t mean he’d be able to carry me around a jungle at night! Plus, a sliver of self-doubt ran through my mind.
He’d feel the bulges on my thighs and probably fall over within five minutes!

He turned and leaned into me, his arms encompassing me. “What are you afraid of, love?”

In the darkness he couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks. Thank God! “Nothing. Let’s keep going. I’m getting eaten alive by the mosquitos!”

His chest rumbled and his hands trailed down my arms. “Just a bit further. We’ll stop at the next town and find another mode of transportation. I promise.”

That was turning out to be his catchphrase, but it soothed my nerves -- if only a little.

What seemed like hours later, we stumbled upon a tiny village. It looked more like a collection of houses, huddled between the deeply rutted road and the river. Lights burned from a few windows, but Jack hesitated for a moment in the shadows of the jungle.

“Do you think they’re working with the men chasing us?”

He shook his head. “No. But they might track us here.”

The idea sunk in, and I frowned. At least we had dinner in the last town. “We don’t have to stop. I don’t want to put anyone in danger.”

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