Rescue Me (10 page)

A small chunk of wood flew off, hitting him just above his eye. Blood trickled down his face, blinding him to the left. Shit. He wiped his face on his shoulder, then fired into a group of four men clustered on a jut of land just ahead. The soldiers went down like bowling pins.

A four-course meal for the giant croc that had slipped into the water a few feet away on their arrival and now turned back in a lash of tail and jaws to collect.

Sam sawThadiwe immediately. The tango towered over his soldiers by a good eight inches and stood, legs spread, arms akimbo, as his men aimed their weapons at the approaching boat.

Sam shifted the submachine gun,centering the sight of the betweenThadiwe's close-set eyes. "Here's that facial reconstruction you wanted so badly, asshole."

Thadiwe'shead exploded like a watermelon.

Excellent. Saved Sam a return trip.

The soldiers leaped into action as another croc whipped its head around as the man's body crashed into the tall reeds, half in, half out of the muddy water. The white spume flung up by thecroc's frenzy turned crimson as he dragged the tango deeper into the water.

The soldiers tried to make up for their inattention by firing off a barrage of bullets willy-nilly. Their enthusiasm was admirable, but their aim sucked, even at this close range. Most of the bullets missed their target by several feet. Sam happened to glance inDesi's direction as a bullet sliced through the man's upper thigh. The injury was deep, and bled. A lot. The other man faltered for a moment, then attacked the water with his oars like a man possessed as the soldiers gauged the target better and started narrowing the gap between hits and misses.

Elizabethsmelled the familiarmetalic scent of blood over the fruity/muddy smell of the river.
Sam
. She lifted her head just enough to see that it wasDesi who'd taken a hit. He was rowing like a madman. The oars sliced through the water, sending up sprays and droplets that sparkled in the sunlight. On either side of the river, men in uniform were running as they fired their weapons. The noise was horrendous. The soldiers shouting, animals screaming, the thrash of the narrow boat moving rapidly through the choppy water. And birds. Flying about wildly, their cries adding to the cacophony.

None of that mattered to Beth right then.Desi's wound was life threatening. He was losing too much blood, way too fast. She grabbed the smallest of Sam's packs which rested between her feet.

"Stay down, for God's sake."

"Desi'sbeen hit. What do you have in here that I can use—Ah. Thank God." Sam's kit contained a new device she'd only read about. A "Wound Bullet." An ingenious closure device.

Hauling the pack with her,Elizabeth scooted on her butt towardDesi . The boat rocked, and all of them yelled out at the same time. She felt for the distal pulse atDesi's ankle. Weak. But he reacted at her touch, which was good. His skin was warm. Also good.

While she knew it must hurt like blue blazes, it was an uncomplicated wound. No major arterial or bone damage. But his leg looked like minced meat. She'd never used a Wound Bullet, but she'd read the articles in
JAMA
.

"Beth, get your ass back here and stay down."

"In a minute." She wasn't about to take cover whileDesi was losing blood just two feet away from her.

"Now, God damn it!"

Staying as low as she could,Elizabeth quickly swabbed the wound as she tried to remember everything she'd read about the mechanism she was about to use. The closure device consisted of a metal shaft within a cylinder through which standard sutures were threaded. "Okay. Let's see how this thing works."

She understood the basic principle. Brilliant, really. By turning the internal shaft with the use of a simple tool,Elizabeth inserted it into the wound and applied tension to the surrounding tissue. She maintained the pressure by periodically tightening the sutures. Because the tension was evenly distributed, approximation smoothly followed the natural contour ofDesi's leg. The gaping, bloody wound slowly closed. Wow. Sam had some
very
cool toys. Blocking out the noise, she pretended that bullets weren't flying around them.

Finding a pressure dressing, she covered the incision as best she could; his leg was wet, and she had nothing to dry it with.

"He'll live," Sam yelled, sounding seriously pissed. "Get your head down. Now."

Okay. Okay
. She got her head down.

"Rapids coming up," he said almost redundantly since the little boat was slewing and bouncing and boomeranging off rocks and the water was frothing, splashing around them. "Hold on," he added also unnecessarily asElizabeth rose independently of the boat, then landed on her butt with athunk that jarred her teeth.

Desiwas bleeding through the bandage, but she couldn't do anything about it. All she could do was hold on. And pray.

She unsnapped the oars beside her and dug them into the water. Behind her Sam cursed.

Between the three of them they managed to run the rapids without tipping the pirogue. And without being killed. By some freaking miracle, they outraced the enemy and ended up in calm water with not a soldier in sight.

All in all a damn good day as far as Sam was concerned. They droppedDesi off at the small rural hospital near his village, then borrowed his brother's, brother-in-law's, sister's, aunt's truck to get them to where Sam had left the helicopter in a small clearing just outside the village.

"You can fly this thing?" Beth asked, limping slightly as she crossed the soggy grass to a group of men sitting in threadbare lawn chairs nearby. The five men rose as they approached.Desi had assured him that his uncles would protect the chopper with their lives. They didn't look as though they'd had to forfeit any body parts as they greeted Sam and Beth with wide grins and handshakes all around.

Sam had retrieved his wallet from the pack, and now peeled off the local currency in payment. "
Mbongo

, thank you for protecting my chopper." He offered the money, which they accepted with bows and great ceremony. Although he knew they didn't understand his thanks, they got the gist. Money in hand, they traipsed across the weedy field to drive the truck back to the village.

"Is everything where it's supposed to be?" Beth asked, eyeing the Blackhawk sitting incongruously in the middle of a field being surveyed by five ripped and torn pieces of lawn furniture, a rainstorm of cigarette butts on the dry dirt surrounding them.

"Looks good," he told her, as he did a visual scan. The rotors were intact, and the body looked untouched. "Don't worry. I'll check to be sure." He took her hand as they got closer. The black paint gleamed dully in the late afternoon sun. "How're your legs?"

"Muscle cramps. I'm good." Yeah. She was good. And exhausted. And so fucking brave that Sam wanted to throw the little tent to the ground and crawl inside with Beth right there and then. Not for sex, although God only knew he wanted that too. But just to keep her next to his heart. The image of them lying together, in a cool dim room, held enormous appeal.

They'd have that.

And everything else.

"Yeah, I can fly this thing. Here." He opened the door. "Hop in while I do thepreflight check."

He lifted her up, his hands lingering on her narrow waist for a second before he deposited her in the leather seat.

Fifteen minutes later they were airborne. And an hour later they were in the Bombardier Challenger being flown back toMontana .

The company jet was sleek and came fully equipped. As soon as the pilot reached cruising altitude, Sam released their seatbelts and took Beth to the aft cabin where there was not only a luxurious bathroom, but also a bed.

Sam turned her into his arms the second he'd kicked the door shut. "There's a bed back here." His voice was thick as he pinned her to the wall and yanked down the fasteners to get her out of theLockOut .

"We're not going to make it that far." Her beautiful breasts and the slope of her belly were exposed as he bit lightly on the tendons on her neck, enjoying the way her body shuddered in response and her arms came up around his neck, her fingers fisting in his hair.

Her skin was cool and soft, so soft. Sam multi-tasked as he backed her into the bathroom, stripped her out of the suit, and kissed her, all without missing a beat. "I wish I were an octopus," he murmured against her mouth, freeing a hand to reach in to turn on the shower. "Then I could touch you everywhere I want, all at the same time."

Beth's eyes were filled with laughter as she helped him strip off his own suit, made complicated because he was so erect the skin tight suit had to be peeled away carefully. "It's aloooong flight." She gave him a glittery-eyed inspection as he kicked the suit off each foot and stepped free. "You look like a—"

"Guy with ahardon ?" Sam hoped to God his reaction to her would simmer down just a little in a few years. It was damned uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassing having this kind of erection anytime he was within five feet of her. Especially in public. He swallowed a laugh. Christ. This was never going to end. He'd be ninety and she'd walk into the room, and he wouldn't need a walker.

"Oh, yeah." She placed both hands on his chest, and pushed him ahead of her into the shower stall, which was already filled with steam.

Her fair skin looked incredible against the glossy black tile—not that Sam was taking time to admire the scenery. His mouth went dry as lust surged and intensified to the brink of pain. He backed her against the wall, then lifted her legs around his hips as the hot spray pounded his back. Arms wrapped around his

neck, Beth gave a helpful little hop, then tightened her ankles in the small of his back.

He shuddered as he entered her moist heat. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation.

"Oh, God, Sam. This feels—Feels—" Unbearable. Wonderful. Intense. His body was hot against hers, the hair on his chest abraded her breasts deliciously.Elizabeth captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, her own tongue eager and demanding, her hips moving frantically against his. She loved the taste of him, the smell of his skin. She loved the way his body thrust into hers over and over again, so that she didn't know where her body started and his began. "Harder. Harder. Harder," she urged, her back slamming against the cold tile as he surged into her with a power and heat that made her body shake and shudder.

He devoured her mouth.

The kiss went on and on. Hot and wet. Tongues, slick and in constant motion, slid and slithered in a motion mimicking penetration. Her breath hitched and caught. She made a sound in the back of her throat and shuddered with the beginning of a hard fast climax.

"Not yet," Sam muttered thickly, withdrawing a little and dragging in a harsh ragged breath, hard fingers gripping her ass cheeks. "Not." He rammed home again, biting down gently on her earlobe.

Elizabeth's back arched as her body tightened unbearably. "Yet." He pulled out, slick and hard. Hot and greedy.

He brought her to the very edge. Again and again. Prolonging the climax in a carefully choreographed dance that had her clawing his back as violent ripples wracked her body making her pant and sweat and moan his name.

"Nownownow," she chanted, tightening her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, the sweet torture almost unbearable.

In answer, Sam crushed his mouth back down on hers as he thrust inside her again and again. Strong and relentless, he controlled the speed and intensity of his thrusts as if he could read her body's every action and reaction.

Harder and harder. Closer and closer together, until she couldn't tell where he began and she ended.

Elizabethopened her eyes, and Sam's were there, also open, waiting for her, consuming her with the heat of his gaze. She let her lashes fall, scared he'd see too much.
I love you. I
loveyou
,
Iloveyou . Blood thundered in her ears, roaring through her veins in a sweet blaze that left her shaking and needy. She held him with every well-toned muscle, inside and out, as he plunged into her like a hard-driven weapon.

Hunger was its own reward and carried its own demand.

Elizabethburied her face against Sam's shoulder, but that didn't muffle her scream as they climaxed together hard and fast.

"I'm a noodle," she gasped, her legs refusing to unclasp.

"Since we're here, might as well make use of the rest of the water." Which was now decidedly cool. It felt good on her burning skin. Sam reached for the liquid soap in a container on the wall, and started washing her, starting with her hair.

Elizabethleaned her head against the tiled wall, eyes closed as he used his large hand to wash her face and throat, then trailed his fingers over her soapy breasts until she muttered, "No fair," and slid her legs from around his hips so she could stand. Her legs felt even morenoodlely than before.

She pushed the button on the container and got a handful of scentless soap in her palm. "You are a dirty, dirty, boy."

"Man."

Her hands slicked down his sides, then honed in on his erection. Cupping his length, she smiled as her soapy fingers tightened around him. "All man, all the time," she agreed. "This is going to take me some time, lean back and close your eyes. I'll let you know when I'm done."

Sam's chuckled turned into a groan asElizabeth skimmed her lips from his chest down to his rock hard belly as her slick fingers went to work. "Just so you know," she said, when her mouth reached the nest of crisp dark hair at his groin. "This is uncharted territory for me, let me know if I don't do it right."

In answer Sam tangled his fingers in her wet hair. "You're doing it—Jesus, Beth!" he said as she tentatively took him into her mouth and used her tongue to make his entire body jerk satisfactorily. "Perfec-tly."

Just before he came, Sam pulled her up, and kissed her.

"Didn't you want to—"

"Plenty of time," he assured her, grabbing another handful of soap. He skimmed his large hand down over her belly, then slid his fingers deep inside her, bringing her to a surprise, and immediate, climax before she knew it.