Scorch: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance (Military Bad Boy Romance) (8 page)

There's a trail of sorts leading through the underbrush and up the hill from the beach, and I wildly jump into the foliage. What am I doing,
chasing
him? With what, exactly? A sense of righteousness and a half-damp bikini? What exactly am I going to do if I even
do
find him?
 

I'm shoving branches aside and starting to run further up the forested slope, when suddenly, I hear it.

I hear
my name
.

I freeze in the stillness of the trees, trying to push the sounds of birds out my ears as I strain to hear what there is
no
way
I actually heard. But there it is again; my name, whispered quietly and whispered lowly. It’s followed by a groan and more growled words in a Spanish.

There's a large boulder covered in moss on the trail beside me, and every muscle in my body tenses as I start to creep around the side of it. I can hear my name again, the sound of what almost sounds like struggle, and then a sharp gasp.

Oh shit,
he's in trouble.

I dash around the boulder, pushing past a fern, ripping aside a branch and then-

Oh. God.

He's not in trouble, but I might be.

Javier's eyes are squeezed shut as he leans back against the mossy slope of the boulder. His teeth are bared, and the muscles of his arms and shoulders bunch and strain along with the heave of his chest.

But that’s not at all what catches my eye first.

Because what my eyes immediately lock onto is the fact that Javier's hand is wrapped around his simply
enormous
cock and stroking it up and down while he
moans
my name
.

Holy. Shit.

My first gut reaction is to be furious, or horrified. But thats only because I know it’s what I
should
be feeling. But what I
should
be feeling is in very sharp contrast to what I'm
actually
feeling.
 

Because instead of being mad or offended, or anything like that at all, I find myself very much, very uncomfortably, and very utterly
turned on
.

The man is like some sort of Greek god; his muscles standing out as he grits his teeth and moans. His cock throbs in his hand, the head pulsing red as his hand shuttles up and down the thick girth of it. I'm wet, instantly, and it's not from my swim. There's a dull, burning
need
between my legs as I find myself
captivated
by the scene in front of me.

His hand moves faster and faster, his breath coming shorter and quicker, and as he moans my name one more time, I realize my hand is on my breast, rubbing my nipple through my bikini.

And
thats
when he looks up.

We both gasp at the same time as our eyes lock; me from utter shock, but him for an entirely other reason.

Because that very moment is when he
comes
.

My name groans from his lips as the shaft in his hand throbs and twitches and erupts into the air between us

"
Chelsea-
”

The sound of my name -
directed
at me this time - has me snapping out of my frozen state, and suddenly the moment is shattering around me as I come to my senses.

"Oh! I-” I’m sputtering as I back away from him; "I'm so sorry!"

And then I'm running as fast as I can back to the campsite; my heart beating a mile a second.

Yeah, I am officially in
no way
in control of this operation anymore.

What the
hell
am I going to do now?

Well, fuck; that could have gone better.

I actually laugh out loud, standing in the middle of the forest like that with my cock still out and half-hard.

Shit.

Yeah, Special Agent Chelsea Archer
definitely
just watched me come and
definitely
heard me moaning her name as I imagined her lips and her hands wrapped around my dick. Part of me feels like I should be embarrassed, and if I were normal - which, I'm not - that might be exactly how I'd be feeling right now. I mean, someone normal might actually find some sense of shame there.

...I should probably work on that whole
normal
thing.

I mean there's no way she
doesn't
have every idea of what she just walked in on. It'd only have been more in her face if I came
on
her or something.

Well, there’s a thought.

I'm still chuckling as I tuck myself back in and head back down the trail to the beach. She's going to flip when we're face to face again; that is, if she's even still there. I grin again, wondering if all it would take to get agent uptight spy-girl off my tail would be waving my cock at her. I should've thought of this yesterday!

But of course, she's still there, tucking that stupid unloaded gun into her sarong and avoiding my eyes as I traipse back through the underbrush.

"We need to get going." She's curt with her words, not only not looking at me, but looking
everywhere
else
but
me; as if there's something in the empty stretch of sand that just
needs
her attention. She’s trying to play it cool and play it coy, but I know the second I look at her that she’s barely keeping it together. I grin to myself; I kind of like the idea that I have the power to make this girl fall apart like this.

"What, no pillow talk?"

Her face goes bright red and though her eyes meet mine for a split second, she hastily looks away; "Let’s- let’s just go, OK?”

"Hey, princess."

She finally looks up at me, her cheeks an adorable shade of pink. I might be enjoying the power trip of clearly having this sort of effect on her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not confused why the fuck
she’s
the embarrassed one here. I mean I'm the one that got caught with my Goddamn pants down; literally.

She stammers, looking at the ground between us; “I’m- I'm sorry for-"

"Oh, for
what
, babe,” I say with a smirk, rolling my eyes; "For seeing it or for lingering?"

Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops; "I did not
linger
,” She huffs out.

"Oh, sure you didn't." I roll my eyes, enjoying the look of absolute frustration on her face; "Did you get a good enough look? I mean I can show you again if you need me to.”

"You're disgusting.”

I grin, definitely enjoying making her squirm way more than I should be here; "Hey, a man has needs. I
was
in prison you know."

She wrinkles her brow and makes a face like she just bit into a lemon.

Dios mio
, this girl is easy to fluster. This is going to be
way
too much fun.

"Look, I'm sorry, OK?”

I nod, letting the silence stew for a second. Hell, I still don’t know why
she’s
apologizing, but if this the only way uptight, stick-up-her-butt Chelsea Archer feels we can move past this, than so be it. She opens her mouth, and then quickly closes it; still acting like its
her
job to be embarrassed, or apologize, or whatever is going through that entirely wound-too-tight head of hers.

I let her twist on the line for another second before I shrug, like it's nothing; “You know, I really am happy to show you whenever you want to see it agai-”

"
Enough,
Javier."

I laugh as I turn to scan the beach; "Get your things spy girl, we need to get moving."

The walk along the edge of the cliff-side road at the top of the bluffs is quiet as we make our way towards the next resort village. Islands like Aruba are like this; long stretches of wildly beautiful, empty roads, followed by little bursts of towns and resorts.
 

We’re walking in silence, of course, with me trailing behind him. I find myself zoning out as I follow, thinking about the day so far.

I can't believe I saw his cock; I cant believe I saw him
come
like that. The image of it is absolutely seared into my head and it’s embarrassing and just
so
not OK how turned on it has me.

Like,
way
too turned on. Again, I want to blame the insanity of my first twenty-four hours on a field mission, or even the serious dry-spell going on in terms of my sex life. But, I know it’s more than that. Javier is crude, and piggish, and like some sort of manic wild animal. But the problem is, it’s that animal inside of him that's drawing me in like a moth to a flame, and I can't figure out how to extinguish it.

A small beach motel finally reveals itself around the next bend, and I breath a sigh of relief;
finally
. I need to phone Langley and report in to Koufax and the rest of the team before they think I'm dead, plus the two of us
seriously
need clothes. This whole debacle is
finally
almost over. After this, I can go home, and leave all the horrible stories of my one day with Javier Toro behind.
 

"Great, we can hole up here," Javier says. He turns, his hands on his hips and his body glistening with sweat in the heat of the day.

“
’Hole up'?
" I stare at him before I shake my head; "No, actually, we're going to call this in right n-"

“You don’t know who those men were, do you."

I frown at him; “No.”

"Any ideas at all about how they knew who you were, or
where
you were?”

"I-" The words falter on my lips as I pause, my brow furrowing.