Page 22 of Kane's Bounty
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, then pulled herself up so that her pubic bone rubbed his cock, before lowering back down and letting her pussy grind against his thigh.
The rumble in his chest told her he wanted her too. His hand slid over her hip and between her legs. Pushing inside her shorts and suit, he spread her juices over her clit while rubbing back and forth.
His kisses drowned out her gasps and cries. He rubbed harder, dipped his finger in her slit and rubbed her clit again.
A woman laughed loudly just on the other side of the leafy trellis that hid them.
A man’s voice followed, but the words were obscured by the blood rushing through her ears.
Every muscle tightened and her body shuddered. She tightened her grip on his neck, pulling their bodies tight, and let go of the orgasm that crashed down on her.
Kane’s kisses softened. He pulled her bottom lip between his and then did the same with her top one. His fingers slid from her wetness and he sucked them into his mouth, giving them both a taste of her.
Lena moaned again. Her pussy already yearned for more. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her. She would have let him fuck her right there in the street. In fact, the proximity of so many people had turned her on. She had never been one for public displays, but the idea that at any moment they could be discovered was thrilling.
“I can’t risk using the phone in the room. I need a payphone.” He answered the question which she’d almost forgotten she’d asked.
She pressed her cheek to his chest and breathed in his spicy, warm scent. Her arms curled around his back and she pulled his ass tight to her. Feeling how hard he still was, it was nearly torture when he pulled away.
His smile was light, but she could see the intensity of his desire in his eyes. “You can take care of that later. Let’s find a phone and get a drink.”
Lena took a breath, buttoned her shorts, made sure her bikini top was still in place and took his hand before they walked out onto the street. Dozens of people were walking in pairs and groups. It was a busy night for partying in Cabo San Lucas. They walked for a block and found a payphone. She stayed close listening.
“Josh… Yeah, it’s me… I’m underground and need an exit plan… It’s not good… I’m where we were that time after Istanbul… And we’re going to need some clothes… You know who I’ve got… Good… You never know…” He smiled. “Thanks… See you there.”
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Joshua.” He paused for a long moment. “My brother.”
She couldn’t process the information. He’d said he didn’t have family. “You have a brother? I thought you grew up in an orphanage.”
“We did. He was taken for training a few years earlier. He’s a year older and had a higher level rating in the Psi-Alignment. I didn’t see him for almost ten years.”
“Does he work for the same company as you?”
He took her hand again and they walked down the block toward the loud bar. “No. He works for the government.”
“And he’s going to help us?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “He’s my brother.”
She couldn’t imagine the world Kane had grown up in. No parents, no love and a brother he never saw. She had gone to public school, been deeply loved by her mother and grandmother. She’d had friends and lovers and even fallen in love a few times. She had never told any of her lovers about the stones, not until Oscar. Now Kane had them tucked in the pocket of his swimming trunks and she felt no trepidation about him having them.
Cabo Wabo was an American bar, but it was made to look as if it was an old Mexican villa. Inside, the walls were made of stone, as was the long bar. Large columns held up the wood-framed ceilings. The rustic construction gave the place an old-world feel.
An archway led to a second room where a band played loudly as a crowd danced and cheered.
They found a table in the corner of the barroom and a buxom waitress rushed over to take their order. Kane ordered two shots of tequila. The girl turned to her. “I’ll have the same.”
Kane smiled.
“How do we get out of here?”
“Josh will send a plane for us at dawn.”
