Authors: Mina Carter,J.William Mitchell
Captive Heart (10 page)
The warm sun beat down onto white sand, the heat radiating from it even into the shadows under the porch of the single beach hut on this stretch of the bay. Day sighed in contentment, angling his head back to make the most of the breeze coming off the water.
He was draped comfortably in a hammock, one bare foot hanging down to rock it gently. Wearing only a pair of board shorts, it was obvious a month of sun and relaxation had healed up the gunshot wounds to his arm and shoulder. Only fading scars remained now.
The sound of movement inside the beach house registered, and he cracked an eyelid open. “You’re awake.”
Rollie reached up and stretched her whole body, catlike, before stepping out to the porch with him. Dressed in a red string bikini set underneath a sheer, gauzy shirt, with her wide-brimmed straw hat and dark sunglasses, she looked very much like a beach bunny. However, the three-inch stiletto sandals were for just his benefit.
“I wanted to stay in bed longer, but you weren’t there.” She smiled at him as she strutted toward the hammock, heels tapping on the floorboards, and leaned in to share one of their frequent, passionate kisses.
“You snore. Had to come out here to get any rest at all,” he teased, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down into his lap in one smooth move. He stroked her cheek with his fingertips as he placed a kiss on her lips. Soft and gentle, quite at odds with the heated lust coursing through his body. “Because there’s this little minx in the bedroom at night. Insatiable, she is. Won’t let a poor guy alone.”
“I don’t remember you putting up much of a resistance, and as I recall, you were pretty much using each and every physical contact we had yesterday as a prelude.” She gave him a slow kiss and then nibbled on his lower lip.
She pulled back, bit her own lip, and smiled coyly at him while walking her fingers up his chest. “Though, can you really blame me? I had been missing out for more than two decades. It was about damned time I caught up. And with such a willing instructor, what more could I ask for?”
Day grinned and caught her fingers, bringing them up to his lips so he could kiss them one by one. “Well, you have been a very enthusiastic student, but I think a test is called for.”
The sound of the TV inside the hut filtered out to them.
“…employees of Blackwell Industries as well as a number of FBI Agents were indicted today on charges of murder, kidnapping, and treason. Among those charged is George Blackwell, chairman and CEO of Blackwell Industries, who has since been admitted to Mercy Hospital following a severe stroke after news of his involvement with the Gavilan Kidnapping case was uncovered by Federal Authorities. Meanwhile, Blackwell Industries’ stock continues to plummet following the massive criminal actions filed against the officers of the company.
“In other news, Gavilan Technologies Corporation has promised close cooperation with the world governments for the rapid development and mass production of the revolutionary photon reactor technology, which was unveiled under unusual circumstances.
“It was reported earlier this week that Doctor Caroline Gavilan had been fatally wounded in a shooting outside her company’s headquarters. However, it was revealed later by sources within the FBI that the real Caroline Gavilan had been kidnapped by unknown parties. The identity of the shooting victim has been revealed as Ms. Marie Deline, Dr. Gavilan’s close friend and the CEO of GTC. Gavilan Technologies spokesperson Bryan Westwood clarified the circumstances behind the aliases and the hidden identities earlier today during a press conference.
“Various news agencies have been attempting to contact the real Doctor Gavilan for a comment, especially with rumors of a Nobel Prize nomination for her photon reactor development, but her office has informed us that the famous inventor is currently unavailable for comment.”
Day lifted his head, catching the last line of the broadcast and smiled. “Definitely unavailable for comment,” he said as he kissed her palm. “Unless they can decipher screams of pleasure, that is.”
“Oh, you are so right,” murmured Rollie before her hand came around and clamped down around his wrist—and quickly cuffed him to the hammock pole before he could do anything about it. “I told you I’d get even with you with these things. Now I get to call the shots.”
Day jerked in surprise and looked up at her, the cuffs on his wrist jingling. His surprise evaporated into hunger as desire shot through his veins like a bullet. “Minx,” he told her and stretched out, inviting her touch. “I did tell you I love you, didn’t I,
Mrs
. Vann?”
Rollie stared at him in surprise. “Wow. I cuff you to a pole and you wanna get married. I can’t wait to see what I get when I tie you to the bed.”
But her playful nature sobered a bit as she continued. “Not as often as I tell you that I love you, Mr. Vann. I always will, forever and ever.
“And in case you didn’t quite get that, yes, I will marry you.”
The End
Long time friends, Mina and Will have always enjoyed writing together. For many years they restrained their writing activities on online writing circles and role-play, but it wasn’t long before their myriad of characters and stories grew too large to be contained. Wanting the freedom to write their worlds and stories, they branched out into fiction, and a monster was created. Although writing activity is confined to the witching hour for one or the other due to the time zones the two currently reside in, they can usually be found working on or plotting yet another story.