"So where's her father?"
That was the first time Jenna picked her head up. "Palace."
"What palace?"
"There's only one son."
"No." He was shaking his head as the realization dawned. Had she actually come here to break into the presidential palace to rescue her father? How the fuck was he going to work this?
They spent the next few hours trying to come up with a plan, but he had nothing. This wasn't his jurisdiction. The only thing he could think of was getting her the fuck out of there and letting her old man fend for himself. How the fuck had they let it come to this?
"The good thing is, nobody knows what she looks like."
"What do you mean?"
"They have no idea who she is, they just know her by her handle, from what I gathered. Peter was trying to get that information out of me. I didn't give him anything of course."
"So how did he know she's with us?"
"Apparently Bonata had a tracker on her and Mossad picked it up."
"So they know that she's here." He started running his hands all over her, trying to find whatever the fuck they had attached to her.
"It's not there, she ditched it."
"What, when? Where did you toss it baby?" When she made the motion of pulling down the lever on the slots, he didn't know if to laugh or fucking cry. "Who are you really baby?" he pulled her in for a nice long kiss and she lost some of the sadness from her eyes.
"Don't worry baby, nothing will happen to you, I won't let it." He was feeling better now that he'd learnt they had no idea who she was. He could work with that.
"What I don't understand is how a foreign entity can carry out a hit on American soil."
"Those are murky waters son, better left untouched, if you know what I mean."
"Okay let's recap here. She has information that Bonata sold, she kept some of it back and now these assholes are after her for it. The people she stole it from have what, two days before they can safeguard it? and in the meantime she has both parties after her, one to kill her and one to use her and then kill her." Just saying that shit pissed him the fuck off.
"Is there anyway to get into this palace?"
"You're not going in there, I'm thinking we should let the spooks do it and get the hell outta dodge. We can't fight this one boyo this is way out of our league. Unless Jenna has an idea, she came here with a plan obviously."
"No fucking way, she's not going in there." Now she was the one running her hand up and down his arm to soothe.
"Forget it little thief, you're not going anywhere but back on that plane and home." She took his hand and pulled him up from the floor. "Come." Neither man said anything as they followed her out the door and back up the stairs.
She went to that toy of hers again and he promised himself that the first chance he got, he was burning the shit. Fucking Tom and Jerry. He wondered now if that's what she had really been after.
She did her magic and pulled up a screen, which looked like the blue prints for something. As usual, he had no idea what the fuck she was showing him. Then she got a scroll out of her bag and they studied what looked like an underground road map.
She pointed to herself then and mimed walking or running. "Jenna go here."
"Where is here?"
"Uh, that looks like the palace, and if I'm not mistaken that's the street outside. I could be wrong but I think she's trying to say there's an underground tunnel somewhere."
"How would she know that?"
"Son, the girl broke into one of the world's best kept secrets, I'm pretty sure getting the blueprints for a hundred year old palace and some underground maps was child's play."
All Andros could think, was that she hadn't known what a swan was, she was fascinated with butterflies and chocolate, and she had the brain of a fucking genius. He couldn't quite connect the two, but he was gonna have to.
He looked at her as she tried to explain her plan to gramps. All he wanted to do was get back to where they were before all this had been revealed. Had it really been only a few days since he'd first seen her? Felt like a whole fucking lifetime had gone by.
"You must be tired baby, let's take a nap. Whatever we're gonna do can't be done until the cover of night, so we might as well get some rest now. We'll have another go at it later gramps; and no more dealing with the spooks, not until we're out of here and I have her home safely. You said they don't know what she looks like, or who she is and I'd like to keep it that way.
"Fine by me, you two go get some sleep, I'm gonna try to see what I can see about this fix our girl has got us into. Damn what I could do with that brain."
"Gramps."
"I kid, I kid."
Yeah right, Andros told himself to remember to keep an eye on the two of them when they were alone together. He didn't believe for a second that gramps would do anything that would cause her harm, but the old reprobate could get up to some serious shit when left unattended. The last thing he needed was for the two of them to form an unholy alliance. Fuck!
Chapter 30
He picked her up and held her close, as soon as the door was closed behind gramps. She clung to him like his little flower as he walked them over to the bed, and it helped to settle his racing heart a little more. He was thinking that he, of all people, should've expected, should've known, that there was more to her than met the eye. He'd been around greatness all his life after all. Had studied it for himself, up close and personal.
So why then had this blindsided him? It wasn't because he was losing his touch, the week before they'd met he was still on his game. So why had his baby been the first one in all these years to get one over on him? The thought puzzled him for all of five seconds before his mind was turned to other things.
She started with soft nibbles on his ear as he was unbuttoning her shirt and pushing it off her shoulders. She didn't stop there though, as soon as he pulled his own shirt over his head, her lips found their way to his chest. He was too enthralled by her actions to do more than hold the back of her head as she moved her lips over him.
He knew she was just repeating what he'd shown her, as she ran her hands all over him. When she started fighting with the buckle of his belt he helped her, before pushing her back gently to pull her jeans down over her legs. He took his time this time, running his fingers lightly over her, teasing her with little nibbles of her flesh.
She sighed and cooed and heated his blood with her wild responses to his touch. When he lifted her for his tongue, her ass held firmly in his hands, he dove in. She was like the sweetest nectar, and her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her heat, made his cock leak.
He didn't complain when, after she came in his mouth for the second time, she pushed him back. He did wonder at the secret smile she gave him as she made her way down his middle with her lips and teeth; until she reached his straining cock and licked him.
He watched as she stroked him up and down with her mouth covering his tip, her tongue tormenting the shit out of him with her slow licks. When it became too much, he pulled her up and over him until she was over his cock. Holding her eyes with his, he lowered her down gently until he was buried inside her to the hilt.
She made a little hitching sound in her throat as she bit her lip and flung her head back. He could only watch her as she took her pleasure from him. So sensual, so responsive; his heart was full to overflowing with the love he felt for her. He made another vow that no matter what he would find a way to keep her safe. When he'd said that before he'd had no idea of the shit she could get up to.
"Come here baby." he pulled her head down to his for another kiss. This one was different though; she was more aggressive. She pulled one of his hands away from her hip and placed it on her tit, then she started fucking him harder as he played with her nipple, all the while she was laying and hide and go seek with his tongue.
"Fuck Jenna! He lost his train of thought as the wild thrashing of her hips as she rode him brought him to the brink. She had somehow learned how to massage his cock with the walls of her pussy and it was driving him insane. He couldn't get enough of touching her, tasting her, feeling her.
He turned her over onto her back, his hips cradled between her thighs, as he cautioned himself to go slow even if it killed him, but she didn't want slow. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, digging her nails and her heels into him as she moved. He was pounding into her, his hands caught in her hair as he held her head back for his tongue.
He fucked his little flower into the bed as all the worry and the stress of the past few days caught up with him. The fact that he'd found her alive and safe, that he could hold her in his arms once more, when the fear that she might be lost to him forever was something he hadn't even allowed himself to dwell on, but had been there nonetheless.