The End of Games (The Single Lady Spy 2)

She went silent again, "Fine. If he goes, I'll stay. He will meet you in Hawaii."

I scowled, "Hawaii?"

"Coop knows his orders. I love you and I will meet you at the ship tomorrow."

I opened my mouth to say something but Luce was back, "Hey. You think Servario is a smart idea?"

I looked at Coop and scowled, "No. But I do know he's a better bet than my mom. He has all the wrong connections in all the worst places. I have a bad feeling that’s what we are going to need."

"Yeah, that’s probably true. Anyway, the reason I called was Coop talked to Jack last night. He was all drunk and rowdy. He was asking Jack about me and him and how we manage to make the job important and it was weird. Is there something finally going on with you two?"

I smiled as Jules got off the chair and twirled for Coop as he took pictures, "Yes. So you really phoned to gossip?"

"Of course."

I smiled, "Shhhh. We can't talk about it—we'll jinx it."

She started laughing, "See ya soon."

She hung up and I clapped my hands for Jules, "You look beautiful."

Jules curtseyed perfectly, "Thank you, Mother." She sounded just like Cinderella when she said it. I laughed harder, "You are a crazy kid."

I felt a small measure of relief, knowing my mother was going to be with the kids. She was the scariest thing I had ever seen in action. No one was getting my kids with her around.

We walked the deck, ate at the best restaurant, and eventually turned in for the night. Jack had included the kids new names and back stories in their suitcases. I gave them both the papers, "Memorize these. It is our new life, okay?"

Jules gave me a confused look, "Why?"

I stroked her cheek, "Mommy is back to being a super-special worker for the government again."

Mitch gave her a look, "Remember, how I told you Mom and Dad had a secret job, and if you ever told anyone about it, they would die and that someone must have talked about Dad's job and he died? We both swore we didn’t tell anyone, you remember?"

Jules nodded, swallowing hard. Her eyes were wide with fear. I gave him a scowl but he softened his look, "Well, this is what happens when one of the secret workers dies. The rest of the family has to change their names and lives, and be different to save the rest of the family."

Jules looked scared, "Mommy, you won't die, will you?"

I laughed but felt sick, "No, baby. Mommy is not doing that job anymore. It's just like Mitch said, though not the way I would have said it. Daddy died so now we have to be different people. I am working for the secret people again, but I'm doing something really different now. It's way safer and no one knows who I am." I winked at her worried face, "Besides, Grandma is a ninja."

Jules laughed, "No, she isn’t."

I nodded, "She is, I swear. Ask her to do ninja stuff, but you can't tell anyone she is a ninja. It could put her in danger too."

Jules zipped her lips and mumbled awkwardly, "Love you!"

I kissed her cheek, "I love you too." I kissed Mitch and muttered, "You are in trouble."

He shook his head, "She didn’t understand why we were always running and changing names. She needed to know something."

I kissed his nose, "Okay, but no more. She doesn’t need to be scared."

He nodded, "Yes, she does."

I shook my head, "You are safe. I swear it on my life, you are."

He looked into my eyes and nodded. I kissed him again. He whispered, "Coop is always going to stay with us, right?"

I looked at him, "Does he make you feel safer?"

He nodded again, "The safest."

"Me too."

I left them in their rooms with their papers and closed the door behind me, turning the lock. Coop was on the bed, looking angry.

I smiled, "What? Blue balls getting you down?"

He shook his head slowly, "Yes, but that’s not it."

I laid on the bed next to him, "What's wrong, muffin?"

"Don’t muffin me. Why is Servario coming with us? Why are you making decisions for my team?"

I winced, "I need my mom with the kids."

He nodded, "I agree, but me, you, and Jack could have done this. It's my decision who comes, not yours. I'm in charge. I don’t think he's safe or the best option."

I moved in close to him, "Coop, you ever hear that saying, quit while you're ahead?"

He nodded. I smiled, "You're ahead." I turned the light off and climbed under the covers. In the dim light coming under the door, I could see his eyes grow wide as I pulled off all my clothes and tossed them on the chair beside the bed.

He smiled, "You feeling less conflicted suddenly? Or trying to make me agree to Servario coming by…" I put my finger to his lips, "Don’t finish that sentence. I am feeling less conflicted."

He leaned over, kissing my cheek, "Me too. Being on this boat was either the best idea ever or the worst."

I laughed, nodding, "I agree."

He kissed my other cheek, "I feel things for you that I can't even put words to."

I smiled, feeling the heat from my thighs creeping up my body to my face, "I like that."

He nodded "Me too."

I whispered, "I still don’t like your mom."

He kissed next to my mouth, pausing there and then whispered, "I can live with that."

I wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him down on me. He kissed me differently, it was less driven but more needy. He needed to touch me and hold me. His strong hands and arms wrapped me up in him. I moaned into the kiss. He pulled away, standing and ripping his shirt off and his jeans. He dove into the bed, pulling me to him. His warmth against my body made me shiver with excitement.

His lips trailed down my throat and chest. He licked my ni**les like they were ice cream cones, switching back and forth. Finally he sucked one, pinching the other. I almost cried out, but I managed to control myself. He rolled back, bringing me up on top of him. His erect c*ck was between my pu**y lips when I sat up. I rotated my h*ps a bit, noticing how wet I was. He reached into the drawer and grabbed a condom. I took it, realizing that I was making a decision, a choice. I was choosing someone over someone else.

For me there would be no going back.

I opened the condom and slid it over him. I stroked his huge c*ck a few times. He was massive. It made me smile. He laughed, "You thinking about how you told that girl I had a little dick?"

I laughed, "Yeah."

He gave me a smug grin, "Not so little, huh?"

I shook my head, "It's alright."

He pulled me down on him, "I'll show you how alright it is."

He reached between my legs and angled it. I sat back, pushing it into me. It was a tight fit at first. He took a deep breath, "Oh shit, you feel good."

I nodded, "Back at ya."

He grabbed my h*ps and started to move me up and down his cock. I leaned forward a little so he could suck my ni**les while I rode him. My whole boy was tensing and convulsing as I got used to the size of him. His tongue flicked at my ni**les as he started to move me faster. I sat back again, taking all of him in.

He chose the speed and the stroke size, using my h*ps as guides. I leaned back even more, rubbing my G-spot with his cock. I worked it circularly, holding my breath and trying not to just scream at him to f**k me like an animal. The room was pretty sound proof, but not that sound proof.

I felt the waves of pleasure starting to lap inside of me. I let him move me and f**k me. He was doing it exactly the way I wanted him to. It was like winning the lottery.

He lifted a bit, pushing me forward and positioned his legs underneath of us for better thrusting. He grabbed my ass and f**ked me hard. He thrust his body and pushed mine at the same time. I lost all control, as his thrusts got deeper and harder. I reached forward and grabbed the pillow quickly, stuffing it over his face and burying mine into it. I moaned into the pillow as my pu**y grabbed onto him, and I came in a series of muffled words I didn’t know. I continued to move on him, as he f**ked me hard, but I was done. I wasn’t helping him anymore. He grabbed my ass hard, holding me in one place and f**ked until I felt his face jerk up into the pillow. Our breath was meeting somewhere inside of the pillow with the muffled moans. I just continued to repeat, "Oh f**k." for several seconds.

Finally, he pulled the pillow off of his face, "You trying to kill me?"

I shook my head and collapsed onto his chest, "No."

We lay there for several minutes, gasping for air and trying not to move. I didn’t know what to say, and I was certain he didn’t either.

After several awkward moments, he started rubbing my back, "That was not what I expected."

I looked up at him, "Why?"

He shook his head, "You are such a tease, I seriously thought you were messing with me."

I laughed, "I told you, I was less conflicted."

He nodded, "You also told me it wasn’t ever going to happen." He looked down at our bodies, "That just happened."

I nodded, "Did it ever."

Chapter Twenty-One

S is for Scoundrel, Scum, and Sexy as Shit

I looked out the window of the jet as we took off from Vancouver. The weather was dreary and wet. I hated flying in the rain.

I noticed Jack watching me in his peripheral from the seat across the aisle. I scowled and mouthed, "What?"

His lips were playing with a grin but he wouldn’t commit to it. Finally, I rolled my eyes and spoke aloud, "What?"

He snickered, and finally mouthed back, "I read the report Coop gave of your account of the yacht."

My eyes widened. He nodded, "Wow!"

I shook my head, "You have no idea."

He nodded, "I think you're my new hero. Not even kidding. If I'd seen shit like that, I might have killed myself."