Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Are you going to make love to me?” she whispered.
Instantly any other plans vanished from his mind as he lowered his lips to hers once again. An annoying sound began but Kestrel ignored it. Nothing was more important than this. This time her hand tugged his hair, drawing his mouth from hers.
“Your phone is ringing,” she told him hesitantly.
“Just strike me with lightning,” he requested to the heavens as he rolled over to silence his phone. The sight of Sadie’s name made him answer.
“You have a flight in exactly nine minutes,” she informed him crisply.
Kestrel could hear the giggle she was hiding with her professional voice. Cursing silently, he knew that he had to maintain his cover as the others did. “I’ll be there. You’re killing me, Little girl,” he growled into the phone before he hung up, turning back to face Zara.
“Hey! Don’t sleep through your flight!” a deep voice shouted through the door to his apartment.
They’re ganging up on me.
“Sorry, Little Swan. It will be our time soon. I promise,” Kestrel said, throwing himself out of bed.
Her gasp made him freeze, afraid something had happened. To his delight, Zara stared squarely at his erection. Her mouth rounded into a perfect O.
“Eyes on mine, Little girl.”
“That’s never going to fit,” she told him with a shocked look on her face.
“It will fit. And I’ll make sure you enjoy it even more than your bath,” Kestrel said before he forced himself to jog to the dresser for athletic briefs he usually wore to work out in. He was going to need all the layers of stretchy support and disguise he could get.
In two minutes, he was dressed with his hair and teeth brushed and tugging on his shoes. “Go have fun with Celeste today. I’ll be back for lunch unless my schedule is messed up again. If so, I’ll see you at dinner,” he promised.
With one last hard kiss, he forced himself out the door and into the elevator. Hawking caught the doors at the last moment and stepped in with him. “Tough morning?”
“Don’t even start. I remember when Celeste first got here,” Kestrel reminded him.
“I’m glad Zara’s here. There’s no doubt she’s yours?”
“From the first time I saw her.”
“I don’t know what Kingsley is doing, but I hope he keeps it up,” Hawking remarked.
The doors opened, and the two men stepped out into the hotel lobby. Kestrel took the time to nod his agreement before jogging out of the hotel and toward the location where he picked up his riders. He would confirm the riders on his phone with the list Sadie kept updated. Above all, he’d plot just exactly what he was going to do to Zara when he had her alone.
It was going to be a long day.
Chapter Eleven
“Here, man.” Phoenix brought Kestrel a sandwich for lunch when he couldn’t get back to the resort to grab something.
“You’re a lifesaver. I missed breakfast this morning, and I was stupid enough to add an extra flight during my usual lunch break,” Kestrel bemoaned as he opened the sub sandwich wrapper and took a huge bite.
“Slow down. If you choke, I’ll have to give you the Heimlich, and I don’t know if I like you that much,” Phoenix joked.
“You’d save me.”
“You sound pretty confident of that,” Phoenix commented with a smile that neither denied nor confirmed Kestrel’s assertion.
“Your Little is coming. You’ll want me around to help keep her safe.”
“Damn, right. I want her wrapped in cotton and safe from everything,” Phoenix confirmed. “Why do you think I didn’t let you starve? I have to get back to my role here. Do chew a bit.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Kestrel watched the big man walk away. They’d never talked about what each man had done during their time in the military. He didn’t know why he thought of tanks when he saw Phoenix. The man looked like he could carry a couple.
He took several more bites of his sandwich as he saw his next customers heading his way. Stowing the remains carefully in a cooler for later, he greeted the resort guests and prepared to go over the safety precautions. The trickiest part of the flight was getting out when they returned. Everyone was ready to rush out. He reminded them repeatedly throughout the flight to duck as they stepped out of the helicopter and to never raise their hands above their heads. Flying sunglasses were better lost than fingers cut away by the rotors.
There was one repeat customer. Kestrel didn’t like how he watched everything. Not the scenery up in the sky, but he seemed to be scoping out the setup of the helicopter pad. His gaze skated over the cooler of water that the employees brought for Kestrel and any guests who might feel queasy after the flight. He looked at the control for the helipad and the locking system designed to keep anyone from deciding to take a joyride in the middle of the night. Kestrel opened a panel he knew would set an alarm off, and immediately it went out.