Page 58 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
Sampson waved. “You can thank me later,” he purred, winking and making my gut clench at the pleasure he was promising. “Want to see the house?”
Hell yeah, I did.
Chapter29
Sampson
According to Evan’s contact, the contract out on us had disappeared overnight, and he assumed it was because no one wanted to take the job while Ted Kenley was being investigated by the FBI. Smart move. ‘Don’t fuck with the Feds’ was everyones number one rule in the seedy underbelly of life.
I hadn’t realized how much tension I’d been holding until Evan told us we could relax. It was like I could finally breathe deeply. We were flying home now, the five of us taking up most of the first class cabin. The vibe was fucking weird—somewhere between relief and sadness.
We were heading straight to Columbia, because it was time. Aviva missed her parents. Something about seeing Nemo’s grave had made her long for her family, and while I couldn’t understand the urge personally, I was glad at least two of us had functional family units, even if we weren’t particularly functional ourselves.
Once we were done there, we’d fly to San Francisco and see Mitch Goetz. Otto had researched his name, and we found that he really was a lawyer. He had his own firm, and his name was connected to a lot of pro bono cases. His family were also new West Coast money, which made me feel a little better. He wasn’t going to try and extort us somehow, which was always a possibility in this world.
Still, I’d sent an email to Tobias, asking whether he’d heard of him or not. He hadn’t gotten back to me yet, but we were already keeping him busy enough. He’d look into it when he had time.
Good Girl was asleep again, curled into my side. I stroked my hand over her hip, and she sighed happily. I saw my ring glinting on her finger, right beside Hendrick’s, and my heart felt too big in my chest. Either I was having a heart attack or I was head over fucking heels in love with her.
“Stop staring at me while I sleep. It’s creepy,” she mumbled groggily, and I laughed.
“You’re asleep. What would you know?”
“Even asleep, I can feel that signature brooding glare, Sampson Rubio.” She smiled and blinked her eyes open, stretching like a cat. “Did you get any sleep?”
I mumbled noncommittally, because I couldn’t lie to her, but I also didn’t want her to stop cuddling into me so I could sleep. I’d just deal with the jet lag later.
She looked around at everyone else asleep in the dimmed lighting. We were probably flying somewhere over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean now, and there was nothing but blackness outside the windows.
A small smile curled my lips. Actually…
“I don’t trust that smile,” she whispered.
“Good Girl, do you want to be bad?”
A smirk curled across her pouty lips. “What are you thinking?”
I was hit once again about how lucky I was, both that I had her and that she had a heart big enough to forgive my self-important bullshit.
“Let’s go,” I whispered back and stood up, pulling her quietly from the seats. The flight attendants were resting, so we didn’t have to dodge their gaze. I hurried her into the spacious bathroom, grinning at her outraged gasp when I locked the door behind us.
“Are you intending on fucking me in this tiny, cramped space? Because I am up for that challenge,” she teased quietly, stepping toward me so we were pressed together tightly. I kissed her hard. The taste of her, as well as the pillowy softness of her lips, was quickly becoming my favorite sensation in the world, maybe even an addiction.
I ran my hands up under her silk pajama top, tracing my fingers across her even softer skin. Dragging them upwards, I cupped my hands over her small breasts, stroking my thumbs over her nipples, and she moaned softly. Yeah, she was into this, my secret little exhibitionist.
One hand slid downward, under the waistband of her pajama pants. She held her breath as my fingers slid between her lips, the wetness already there coating my fingertips. I growled low in my throat as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, fucking her with it at the same pace that I was gently stroking her clit.
I swallowed down the quiet sounds she made, until they were getting almost too loud to ignore. “Shh, Good Girl, or this will end before either of us gets off.”
I traced my lips over her jaw and down her neck, and she tilted her head back for me just like the good girl I knew she was. I unbuttoned her pajama top to give me better access, and I sucked a nipple between my lips just as I thrust two fingers inside her. She made a high-pitched gasp, but quickly slammed her lips closed.
Aww, she didn’t want this to end yet either. Now I was going to have to do my best to make her scream. I grinned around her nipple as I curled my fingers inside her, and she clawed at my shoulders like a crazy woman.
But still didn’t make a noise.
I tilted my head as I heard rustling on the other side of the doorway. Fuck, I couldn’t play with her how I liked, not today.
“We’ll have to make this quick,” I hummed around her nipple, giving it a quick nip and standing up. I pushed her pants down over her hips, and the silky material just fell right to the floor. I spun her so she was facing the mirror.
