Brady's Hellion by Linda Wisdom Page A

more she whispered
the more Brady’s cock got interested.
    He rolled over and grabbed hold of her so she
wouldn’t tumble off the bed. “I’ve always believed in a careful
study of good literature.”
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    There was no sound, nothing other than an odd shift
in the air that brought Brady wide-awake. He remained still there,
his eyes closed but all senses on high alert as he tried to figure
out what woke him up. He didn’t need to hear sirens, gunfire or
rockets exploding to know something was wrong.
    After assuring himself that whatever caused the
unease in his blood wasn’t in the room, he slowly pushed the sheet
aside and crept out of bed. He made his way to the balcony and
looked down, scanning the pool and beach. The lack of moon didn’t
help, but luckily, he had excellent night vision.
    There!
    He carefully backed into the bedroom.
    “Raven.” He shook her shoulder then covered her mouth
with his hand. “You have to get up and get some clothes on.” His
whisper didn’t travel any further than her ears.
    She merely nodded and slid off the bed, blindly
grabbing shorts and a t-shirt out of dresser drawers and putting
them on. “What is it?” she whispered, watching him quickly pull on
his shorts and a t-shirt and his shoes.
    “We have to get out of here. Stay here until I get
back. I’ll only be a moment.” He snatched up her key card and eased
his way out of the suite.
    Raven started toward the balcony to see if anything
was visible from there when she heard the click of her door. Brady
slipped back in, carrying a backpack.
    He grinned at her questioning look. “I’m like the Boy
Scouts. Always prepared.” He opened her mini bar and emptied it of
bottled water and cans of energy drinks, adding them to the ones
he’d taken from his mini bar.
    “What is going on?” She caught his furtive glance at
the balcony and she started toward it.
    “Not now.” He zipped up the backpack and grabbed her
hand, pulling her to the door. He opened it a crack and peered out.
After a long moment, he gestured for her to follow him. He pressed
his fingers to his lips to indicate she remain quiet.
    Raven remained on his heels as they crept down the
hallway. Instead of heading for the elevator or the stairs, he
chose a room that overlooked the back of the hotel. She watched him
withdraw a small zippered case and use what looked like one of
their key cards in the slot. He breathed a sigh of relief when it
flashed green. He pulled her inside the room.
    “There are people in here,” she whispered. “Let me
ensure they don’t wake up and see us.”
    “All we need to do is be very careful and very
quiet.” But the lack of energy in the air bothered him and he moved
whisper quiet toward the bed to check the couple lying there.
    Raven held her breath until he returned to her and
urged her toward the balcony.
    “Are they—?” She didn’t want to think the worst.
    “It looks like they were drugged,” he said grimly.
“But it means we need to be out of here fast.” He looked over the
side of the balcony as he took a rope out of his backpack.
    Raven felt a bit queasy as she stared at the stretch
of concrete below. “We’re on the fourteenth floor,” she protested,
remembering to keep her voice soft even if the room’s occupants
couldn’t hear her.
    His teeth flashed white in the night. “Then don’t
look down.” He efficiently tied a length of the rope around her
waist. “Just think of it as a rock climbing wall at the gym.”
    “I’ve never done that. I don’t like heights.”
    Brady grinned and pressed a hard kiss on her lips.
“You dove off that cliff.”
    “That was different! I was falling into nice soft
water. Not the chance of landing onto a very hard pavement!”
    “Then you’ll just have to trust me, baby.”
    Raven barely managed to smother her scream, as Brady
seemed to toss her overboard, although he was lowering himself and
her at the same time. He remained even with her,