Maia blinked her eyes open and noted the overcast sunlight filtering through gauzy, linen curtains. The gentle crash of waves of the North Carolina coast was lulling her eyes back to sleep. However, the unfamiliar weight of a heavy arm flung across her waist, not to mention the muscular leg shoved between her thighs, reminded her of the unusual events of the previous evening.
She had killed three men yesterday and then gone home and had the best sex of her life. With Jack McCord. And now she was spooning in bed. With him. Spooning! Maia was not a cuddler. She wanted her arms and legs free of any constraints. How she fell asleep last night in this position was a miracle and one she would not likely repeat.
Maia smiled, much like the cat that’s had the cream, as she remembered the unrestrained, almost wild sex they had the night before. Wow. Jack sure knew how to use that hard mouth and hands of his, not to mention how deliciously endowed he was in the other department. She had not had the opportunity to give it an ocular inspection, but she felt it undoubtedly in her inner core muscles. Maia shivered in recollection—fine male specimen indeed.
“You awake?” his voice rumbled in her ear.
“Hmmn…nnn,” Maia mumbled in response.
The hand that was on her waist drifted south, roaming beneath the waistband of her pajamas directly underneath her lace panties and hit the target.
Maia moaned.
“You’re so wet,” Jack whispered as he started kissing her jaw. “I want to see all of you.”
He gently got her on her back, and then getting up to straddle her thighs, he lifted her tank top off of her. She instinctively tried to cross her arms over her chest.
“No, don’t,” Jack said as he pulled her arms and cocked her elbows on her sides so her hands were beside her head. His eyes were unreadable, inky dark orbs that trailed down her neck, collarbone and over her breasts.
He quickly took her lips in a quick wet kiss before paying homage to each of her breasts, just lazily circling the nipples with his tongue. By now, Maia could tell Jack was a breast man. His hands were busy tugging her pajama and panties down. He got off her and then propped himself up on an elbow by her side to take in her nakedness.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured in reverence. This time, when Maia looked back into Jack’s eyes they were growing heated, hungry. His fingers lightly circled her nipples before stroking down her belly, his touch feather-light.
Maia wanted his mouth on her breast. “Jack, stop teasing.”
But he ignored her as his hand played right below her belly button and drifted lower, straight to the mound between her thighs. Maia spread her legs instinctively as his fingers sought the moistness between them.
Jack shifted a bit closer, still not kissing her. “I want to watch you come,” he declared thickly, his voice grating with lust. His fingers started doing whatever magic they did. It didn’t take long; he hit the target the first time and Maia, already turned on by her earlier thoughts of Jack’s talented mouth and hands, was coming so hard she had to grip his forearm as she moaned her release.
“Jack…” she panted heavily as she shamelessly rocked her hips to his thrusting fingers as her pleasure pulsed through her sex.
“Jesus, Maia,” he muttered hoarsely and suddenly he was there, throwing her legs over his shoulder and plunging his tongue into her, sucking her swollen folds greedily.
“No, Jack, stop…I’m too sensitive,” Maia gasped. She was going to pass out, she couldn’t breath, she was wound up so tight and then she was coming again, shuddering, her toes curled.
He got up on his knees and dragged her up, impaling her on his massive erection. He was powering up like a piston, plunging into her while yanking her down to meet his thrusts.
Maia thought vaguely that she was going to have her third orgasm and she did as she spasmed all around his hard flesh. She felt boneless.
Jack had her on her back again and continued thrusting fiercely into her as he chased his own release.
“Maia …” he groaned raggedly, shuddering as he threw his head back and came long and hard. He collapsed onto her but quickly rolled to his side, an arm curving around her to pull her tightly to him.
“Jesus, we need to slow down,” he muttered.
“You have to feed me,” Maia said as she tried to wiggle out of Jack’s arms. It was three o’clock on a Sunday afternoon and they had been in bed all day.
“You’re a greedy little thing,” Jack smirked as he let Maia escape out of bed. He had taken her more times than he could count. The last one, he was finally able to slow down to kiss every inch of her smooth, satiny skin, memorizing every curve and sensuous line. He slid into her moist heat with deliberate intent, rocking into her gently, only increasing the tempo when she had begged him to make her come. He came the same time she did. It was the most beautiful experience.
He watched her naked body walk to his dresser and root through his drawers to grab a t-shirt to throw on.
“For food, crazy man. Sheesh, I don’t think I can walk for a week,” Maia grumbled. “You’re insatiable.”
Only for you, Jack thought. He laughed and said, “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t appreciate those multiple orgasms I gave you.”
“Yes, but I need more than apple pie to sustain me,” Maia retorted as she picked up his brush and yanked it through her wild hair.
“Hey, I did all the work,” Jack said as he got up from bed, also naked, and came up behind her to hug her.
“Because you wouldn’t let me drive, your Bossiness.”
Maia stared forlornly at her unruly hair and her flushed face in the mirror groaning, “God, I look …”
“Thoroughly fucked?” Jack finished the thought for her and chuckled as Maia speared him with a glare.
“Come on, let’s go eat before you faint. I have more plans for you,” Jack said devilishly as he bent down to pick up his clothes.
Maia watched Jack retrieve his pajama bottom to slip it on commando. Now that’s a gorgeous ass, she thought lustily, biting her lip. And it’s mine for two weeks.
As much as she was used to working out and yoga, her body was sore. Where did he get all that stamina?
Jack caught her looking at him and clucked, “Now who’s insatiable? You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never get out of this room.”
Not bothering to throw on a shirt, he grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs to the kitchen.
Maia switched the oven to 350 ºF and took out the rack of lamb and potatoes from the refrigerator. Jack uncorked a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and decanted it.
While the oven pre-heated, Maia called Grace.
“Maia, oh my God, I heard what happened,” Grace gushed over the phone.
“How are Kyle and Betty?” Maia asked.
“They’re okay. They went to the station this morning to give their statements. Are you okay, sweetie? I can imagine how horrible it was to see all that blood,” Grace said.
Obviously, Kyle and Betty didn’t share what really happened.
“I’m fine. I’m glad they’re okay,” Maia said, and then, changing the subject. “I’m heating up the lamb, can’t wait to eat it.”
“It’s three o’clock, dear. Didn’t you eat brunch?”
Maia felt her cheeks burning. “I wasn’t very hungry this morning. Last night must have done a number on my appetite,” she lied.
Jack was smiling. Damn him.
“And Jack, had he tried the lamb yet?” Grace asked.
“Uh, Jack wasn’t hungry either,” Maia replied, not knowing what else to say.
Silence, then muffled laughter came over the phone.
“Okay, dear,” Grace said knowingly.
“See you tomorrow, Grace,” Maia said, desperate to end the call.
Jack was looking at her with amusement as he handed her a glass of wine after she hung-up the phone. She took a big gulp savoring any form of nourishment. She was starving.
“Easy, you don’t want it to go straight to your head,” Jack admonished.
She opened the refrigerator, took out the prosciutto and started popping slices into her mouth. “Starving. Want some?”
He shook his head and took a sip of wine. He walked over to the cabinets and took out the baking sheets to set the lamb and the potatoes on. After popping those in the oven and setting the timer, he said, “I have an idea. How about you and I hop into the shower while our food heats up?”
Maia looked at him dubiously.
“I promise to be on my best behavior.”
“Not sure I’ve seen a best behavior from you, Jack.”
“You wound me, babe. And you give me too much credit. Like you, I need more nourishment before I can perform up to par,” Jack waggled his eyebrows.
A shower would be nice, might ease some of her sore muscles.
True to his word, Jack didn’t try anything sexual. He soaped her back and insisted on shampooing her hair. Maia returned the favor by soaping his back. He did kiss her a couple of times but it was more of the tender sort than the leading-to-sex sort.
They showered in her bathroom because all her toiletries were there and she didn’t fancy using a man’s shampoo. She got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Hopefully, Jack would take the hint that she needed a break from the sex-athon. She had not been kidding when she said she might not be able to walk for a week.
Although when she saw Jack drape a towel around those sexy hips, she did have a desire to lick those rivulets of water from his washboard abs, tear that towel from him and take him in her mouth.
Oh God, did she just think that?
Luckily, he returned to his room to change; hopefully he’d be covering that delectable body of his before he returned to the kitchen.
After clearing the dishes from their early dinner, Jack suggested that they retire to the living room to watch a movie.
“I don’t understand who would watch TV with the beach scenery outside,” Maia said.
“We can sit on the balcony and drink tequila,” Jack offered as an alternative.
“Now you’re talking,” Maia enthused. “Grab the bottle, I’ll grab the shot glasses. Do you want lime and salt?”
“Heck no,” Jack said. “I want mine straight.”
“Me too.”
Jack got a bottle of Don Julio Anejo tequila and opened the sliding-glass doors that led to the balcony. It had an ocean view with some lounge furnitures. Maia stepped out and lowered a tray of shot glasses on a small round table between two chairs. She threw on a lightweight sweater as she inhaled the crisp ocean breeze.
“Weather is really getting chillier,” Maia observed as she flounced down on the lounge chair and stretched her legs.
Jack unfolded his long lean body on the other chair and poured two shots of tequila.
“Are we going to talk about the weather?” he teased.
Maia ignored him and continued looking at the waves rushing to the shore.
“Relax,” Jack said as he handed her a glass.
“Believe me, I am relaxed. Cheers!” Maia nodded to him and tossed back her drink.
They sat in companionable silence for a while. The sun had started setting and cast a majestic orange glow on the horizon. Jack loved it here; it was one of the properties he came to most often. He glanced over at Maia and noticed that she had stiffened when she felt his gaze on her. Jack frowned. Her guard was up. The bottle of wine from dinner had not loosened her up. He poured more tequila shots for both of them.
“So, you grew up in foster care?” Jack asked.
Maia hesitated. “Yes. I’m uncomfortable talking about my personal stuff.”
He pressed on. “So you and Viktor go a long way back?”
“Jack …” Maia said in warning.
“It’s a simple question unless there’s something to hide,” he said casually.
“Eighteen years. Viktor and my foster parents are very good friends,” Maia said.
Jack handed her the shot glass.
“You and Viktor seem close …” he said as a lead in.
“We are tight. He can be a manipulative bastard,” Maia said and then she laughed as if recalling something before tossing back the tequila.
“He can be a dick,” she continued fondly. “But I know he cares about me. Tough love. He trained me, you know.”
“Cares about you enough to use you as bait,” Jack bit out. The more he heard about Viktor Baran, the more he loathed the guy.
Maia looked at him. “Viktor and I are complicated. It may appear that he puts me in danger but everything with AGS is a calculated risk. All the Guardians know this. He’s put himself on the line for me so many times. It’s about trust and we do trust each other. Implicitly.”
Jack felt compelled to push her on the subject of Viktor, but all the questions he wanted to ask made him sound like a jealous lover.
“So how are you and Brett so different?” Maia asked.
“I have no idea,” Jack admitted. “Sometimes he acts like he’s adopted. He’s always been the rebellious kid. Gave my parents so much grief. We were never close, eight-year age difference between us, by the time he was a teenager, I was away with the SEALs.”
“I’m surprised you joined the Navy SEALs,” she said. “Your dad is a real estate developer, thought you’d go that route.”
Jack smiled as he poured two more shots of tequila.
“I guess I wanted the challenge physically and mentally,” he replied. “I was also fascinated by guns and explosives. Which was why, when I got out, I started MDI: I get to be involved with the DoD and help our guys out by providing them better weapons.”
He watched Maia put away the tequila. She was beginning to look flushed.
Thirty minutes later, and another round of tequila.
“So, babe, what’s up with the Russian?” Jack asked softly.
“Viktor’s planning something…” Maia thought really hard, squinting her eyes. “I don’t agree with what he’s planning.”
“What’s he planning?”
“Lee.”
“The Russian’s name is Lee?”
“No, Lee is the bait. Pour me some tequila.”
Jack obliged. Maia tossed it back.
“I thought you were the bait?”
“Yes, me and Lee. Or is it Lee and I?”
“Lee is a Guardian?” Jack asked.
Maia giggled. “No, he is a musi…musician… lead …rock band.”
“He’s in a rock band?”
Jack was confused. What does a rock band have to do with the Russians? Maybe Maia had had too much tequila. She’s fully reclined on the lounge chair, her eyes closed.
“He was in love with me,” she murmured, talking more to herself now.
Jack sat up and watched Maia intently. Who the fuck was this Lee guy? No, not jealous at all.
“So you know, ah …Lee?” Jack prodded without an ounce of guilt.
“Bali, three times. Big mistake…” Maia mumbled.
Bali? Bali? As in Indonesia? Jack fumed. Three times. She went there three times with this guy?
Maia sat up and took the bottle of tequila and poured two shots.
“Babe, I think you’ve had enough,” Jack said absently. His thoughts were still in a turmoil regarding who Lee was to her. He was also not quite sure how to process tequila confessions from Maia.
“Pfft. Ask Derek, I can handle tequila, baby,” she said but instead of drinking from the shot glass she had just poured, started drinking from the bottle.
Screw his scruples, Jack thought. He was gonna find out what he could.
“So, what happened in Bali, babe?”
“Met Lee, he had the sexiest vocals,” Maia whispered. “Sex on the beach.” She giggled then looked at Jack who was starting to feel murderous. “It’s fun, we need to try it.”
Right now, Jack wanted to bash this Lee guy’s face in and had the overwhelming urge to fuck Maia right where she was. But she was obviously inebriated, and he didn’t want to take advantage of her.
“You went there three times?”
“Shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have…a mistake.”
“Why a mistake?”
“Familiarity breeds attachment … love. That’s a mistake.”
“Do you love him?”
“Can’t fall in love.”
That wasn’t exactly a confirmation or denial, Jack thought.
“Why not?”
Maia set the bottle down on the table and stared off into the ocean. And then almost in a moment of clarity, as if she was sober, she said, “It’s a weakness. They will know.” Then she leaned back, closed her eyes and was out.
Jack understood. Shit, he understood what she meant.
It felt like one hundred little men were hammering in her head. Such was what the morning after too much tequila felt like. Maia was slouched over the kitchen counter with sunglasses on, a huge mug of coffee in hand.
She had woken up alone in bed this morning. She was in Jack’s room, but she couldn’t recall getting there last night. As usual, Jack had taken the liberty of dressing her up in pajamas and a camisole. She was thankful she wasn’t naked. It also looked like he had been gentleman enough not to have sex with her while she was passed out.
He had left a note by the bed: “Babe, went for a run. J.”
Maia groaned into her cup. All she could remember talking to Jack about was Viktor, Brett and the Navy SEALs. She enjoyed staring at the ocean immensely, tossing back tequila—she felt free, much like whenever she took her twice yearly beach vacations. The beach and Lee. Damn: why did it feel like she had talked about Lee?
“Are you sure you don’t want any Advil, sweetie?” Grace asked kindly. She was moving around the kitchen quietly, although, to Maia’s hungover head, not quietly enough.
“I’ll be okay this afternoon,” she winced. Even talking hurt. “Just need to suffer through this so I don’t do it again.”
“I can’t believe Jack let you drink so much,” Grace clucked in a disapproving tone. Just then the door opened and the man himself walked in.
He was dressed in a black tee, running shorts and running shoes. His normally swarthy bronze color was a tad ruddy from his run.
Maia grimaced when the door swung shut.
“Jesus,” she groaned. “Quit slamming doors, will you?”
“Someone woke up a bear this morning,” Jack drawled as he strode into the kitchen. “Thought you can handle tequila.”
“Not when you pour me the entire bottle, you ass!” Maia winced again at the sound of her own voice. She was shutting up now.
“Do you want any breakfast, Jack?” Grace asked.
“No. I’m hitting the gym downstairs. Wanna join me Maia?” Jack asked.
“Leave me alone for the next century,” Maia whispered, took a swig of coffee and buried her head on her crossed arms on the kitchen counter.
Jack chuckled and kissed her bent head, “Later, babe.”
He disappeared into the study and Grace said, “Never seen him so sweet. He really likes you, Maia.”
“Grace,” she raised her head from her elbows. “Not another word.”
“If you say so sweetie,” Grace said indulgently. “I’m going to tidy up the rooms if you don’t need me.”
Maia didn’t say anything, and merely raised her arm to wave her off. Maybe she should lie back on the couch and just sleep it off.
The phone rang. Grace had forgotten to take the wireless with her.
Arggh.
Answering the phone immediately so the blasted thing would stop ringing, “Hello?”
A high-pitched female voice snapped, “Who is this?”
“Um, you’re the one who called,” Maia replied.
“This is Isabella, Jack’s girlfriend. Who are you?”
Oh God, why in the world did she answer the phone. Should she say, your boyfriend’s fuck-buddy? More to the point, didn’t Jack imply he was not with anyone at the moment? Otherwise, Maia would never had slept with him.
“I’m a friend of the family.”
“Well, is Jack there?”
“Hold on.” Maia figured out the code to the gym and transferred the call. Now that was that.
She went looking for Grace to hand her the receiver. She was not Jack’s secretary and would not be answering calls from his ladyloves.
She found Grace in Jack’s room; specifically, Grace was transferring her clothes into Jack’s closet and drawer.
“Grace, what are you doing?” Maia asked in alarm as she handed the housekeeper the phone.
“Jack told me to move your belongings in here,” the older lady answered merrily.
Maia was speechless. She didn’t want to argue right now, not with a raging headache but she vaguely remembered Jack mentioning her moving her stuff into his room. It was a good thing Maia had transferred her weapons bag to the control room.
The intercom feature of the phone beeped.
“Grace,” Jack barked. “I thought I told you not to accept Isabella’s calls.”
Grace eyed her in horror and said, “I didn’t, Maia did.”
Silence.
Maia grabbed the phone from the housekeeper and said, “She said she was your girlfriend.”
“Ahhh, I was wondering why Grace would get chatty enough to say a friend of the family was staying over,” Jack said with amusement. “Is that what you told her?”
“Well, I could hardly tell her I was your fuck-buddy, Jack,” Maia retorted then cringed when Grace gasped behind her. “Sorry, Grace.” She was making a habit of scandalizing the housekeeper with her unladylike language.
“Damn it. Isabella and I broke up weeks ago,” Jack said in exasperation.
“You don’t have to explain.”
“We’ll talk later.”
“Jack, really, it isn’t necessary.”
“We’ll. Talk. Later,” Jack said firmly and disconnected.
Shit. Not looking at Grace, she handed her the phone.
“I told you he likes you,” Grace said with a knowing smile.
Maia bit back her reply so as not to offend the housekeeper with what she really thought.
Jack sighed as he pushed the button to end the call with his mom. Apparently, Isabella had informed his mom that he was cheating on her and was keeping a woman at the stonehouse.
Shaking his head, Jack thought his ex-girlfriend needed to clue-in. Their conversation had been almost bizarre. Only a few people knew he was at the stonehouse, and heads were gonna roll at the office. Isabella could be intimidating, but his employees should know where their loyalties lay and should know better than to reveal his whereabouts, especially when he was on vacation. He recalled their earlier conversation.
“Why are you calling, Isabella?” Jack asked in barely concealed irritation.
“Jack darling, how long are you going to freak out?” Isabella purred. “I’ve given you some space and enough time. I know you’re not ready to get married and I’m willing to wait, but I can’t wait forever.”
Jesus Christ. Why, in the eight months they had been together had he not seen how crazy or delusional she was?
“Isabella. We. Broke. Up,” Jack enunciated each word clearly.
“Jack, that was just a lover’s spat.”
“I specifically told you we were done. You moved all your things out.”
“Oh, Jack you know it’s easy for me to move back in,” she continued. “You never let me keep too many things at your place.” He could hear the censure in her voice.
“You are not moving back in. It is over, Isabella.” If he could reach through the phone he could strangle her.
“I…I… thought… you were just mad.” Her confident tone wavered. Finally, he cracked through that thick skull of hers. “Jack, I cleared all my things out so you could have all the space you needed to think. Don’t you miss me?”
“I’m seeing someone else,” Jack said abruptly. It was of course possible that Maia might not agree.
“What? Who?” she shrieked so loud, he had to pull the phone away from his ear.
“It’s her isn’t she? She’s with you at the stonehouse right now, that friend of the family,” Isabella said accusingly.
“What…”
“You jerk!” she screamed. “Does she know what a faithless bastard you are? You use women, Jack.”
Then she hung up. And apparently called his mother.
After Claire, Jack rarely introduced the women he saw to his family. His mother was always hopeful that he would get over what had happened twelve years before and he did not want to encourage that optimism. Having dated Isabella for eight months, it was inevitable that they would meet as his mom had a habit of showing up to see her son whenever she pleased.
Jack had just finished talking to Maia when his mom called his cell phone.
“Mom,” Jack said.
“Jack, how are you, honey?” Frances McCord greeted her son.
Jack sighed his response.
“That’s not the way to greet your mother,” Frances scolded with some hurt in her voice. “What is this I hear about you fooling around on poor Isabella,”
“Mom, Isabella and I broke up over three weeks ago,” Jack said.
There was a marked silence before his mother answered.
“Oh, Jack, Isabella is such a sweet girl …”
He cursed under his breath.
“Don’t you swear at me at me, Jack McCord,” his mom chastised him.
“I wasn’t,” Jack said, holding on to his patience.
“So, who’s your new girl?”
“I just started seeing her mom, it’s too soon.”
“But you …”
“I don’t wish to discuss this,” Jack said sternly. “I don’t want you talking to Isabella about me again.”
“All right,” his mother said.
“Have you seen Brett?”
“Yes. How much longer are we going to have all these bodyguards? It’s so difficult to go anywhere.”
“It’ll be over soon, mom,” Jack said affectionately. “Don’t worry.”
They chatted a little bit more about his brother before he hung up.
Jack made his way to his room and quickly took a shower. He opened the drawers to his dresser and saw Maia’s sexy lingerie. He skimmed his fingers over them and smiled, imagining her indignant reaction at being moved without her express consent.
Jack went running that morning to accomplish two things: the first was to work off the sexual frustration that had been plaguing him since the night before—he’d never been so hard all night long. Having her snuggled into him was torture but he did not want to set her away from him. He felt the stirrings in his groin again. Damn. The run hadn’t done a thing. Second was to figure out exactly what he was doing with Maia. Every word out of his mouth to her implied that he understood their two-week, just-sex arrangement, but Jack knew he would want more after that. Shit, everything with Maia was a first, and he was frustrated by her willfulness and independence. He wanted her to need him, and not just for sex.
A buzz through the intercom interrupted his introspection.
“Jack,” Grace whispered urgently. “Detective Tanner is here. He’s accusing Maia of lying about the grocery shooting. I think you need to get down here.”
“Be right there,” Jack replied. Cursing under his breath, he pulled on some clothes and made his way quickly to the first floor.
The two were facing off in the living room. Maia was looking balefully at Rick, her hands on her hips. Grace was nervously looking on from the kitchen.
“I don’t care if your CSI guys can’t find a trace of the guy who helped us,” Maia said. “He took down Benny and his thugs, that’s all that matters.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Jack demanded.
“I suggest you stay out of this, McCord,” Rick Tanner said. “I repeat, Miss Pierce, is there something else you want to tell me?”
“Don’t answer that, Maia,” Jack warned. “Shall we take this into my office?”
Fuck, Jack thought. The story about the rescuer was, at best, very lame. Could anything lead back to Maia? She’d been very thorough, she even thought to take care of the gun powder residue.
When they got into Jack’s office, Rick didn’t waste time repeating his question. “For the last time, Miss Pierce, is there something else you want to tell me?”
Maia crossed her arms in defiance and just glowered at the detective.
“Back off, Tanner,” Jack said. “The Bannings already gave their statements, right?”
“Yes,” Rick bit out.
“So what’s the problem?”
Without saying another word, Rick pulled out his laptop, switched it on and turned the screen to face them.
“The surveillance cameras in the grocery were shut off,” Rick said. “But the ones in the bank across the street were not. And they caught every fucking shot.”
