Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(228)
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, then so be it. She opens her mouth, and then quickly closes it; still acting like it’s 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.”
10
Chelsea
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 can’t 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.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He says, looking at me sharply.
“Well enlighten me, criminal mastermind,” I say, rolling my eyes at him; “Who were they?”
Javier narrows his eyes at me; “They're called Blackriver.”
That name; it hits a nerve somewhere, like I've heard it before.
“Oh, you know it.”
Blackriver. Something to do with dad-
“Mercenary group; guns for hire,” Javier says, his words sharp and his eyes flashing at me; “It's where your father found those little toy soldiers you and your sisters can't stop spreading your legs for.”
My eyes flash at the mention of my family; “Don’t be fucking crude, and don’t you dare talk about them like that.”
“So, you put out for that little guy, yet?” Javier's teeth are white and shark-like as he grins at me, cocking an eyebrow; “What’s his name, Rice? Bryce, that's it.”
“Fuck you.” I spit out.
“That a yes?”
“I- ew, no.” I wrinkle my nose. Bryce is like a brother - a weird, quiet, brother, but still. We’ve joked about it before of course; how both my sisters have ended up with his two brothers. But the idea of the two of us like that? Yeah, no way. Besides how cliched that would be, like some sort of bad romance movie plot, Bryce and I click like friends or siblings; nothing more.
Of course, none of this is Javier’s Goddamn business in the slightest bit.
“Don't be disgusting.”