pulled her body against him. It felt so right, hot and sweaty, skin against skin and she closed her eyes and let herself relax against Jack until she didn’t feel anything.
Jack lay in the little bed, holding Sierra until her breathing leveled off and she was sound asleep. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t snuggle, should fuck and go. Their relationship had to stay casual, had no chance at a future, but it felt so damn good to hold her in his arms. A couple extra minutes wasn’t going to hurt anything.
Jack slipped his hand out from under Sierra and she moaned a little as he climbed off her bed. He’d be making her moan his name again very soon. It was too late now to take it slow, and fucking her felt so good he couldn’t wait for a repeat.
Sierra turned toward the wall, snuggled into her pillow and looked pretty damn sweet. Probably too sweet for a guy like him but he wasn’t going to give her back.
Since he was already in their room, Jack couldn’t pass up the chance to look through the closet Sierra and Crystal shared. He needed to do his job of searching for the drug mule. The closet was pretty bare, some clothes and a couple bags on the floor. One was Sierra’s backpack but he already knew what was in there, her towel and some sunscreen. Jack searched the big black bag beside it first. Empty.
Then he looked again at Sierra’s backpack. It was much fuller than it had been earlier today, so Jack peeked in. It felt a little creepy looking through her stuff, especially after fucking her brains out—right up until the moment he saw the cocaine, anyway.
Holy shit. Sierra’s backpack was stuffed completely full of tightly packed white powder in clear plastic wrap. He didn’t need to be a DEA agent to understand the massiveness of what he had just found.
Jack blinked and looked again, hoping it would all disappear, hoping it was his mind playing tricks on him. This couldn’t be. Sierra couldn’t be the drug mule, she was too sweet and too smart for something like this. But the proof was right there in front of Jack, smacking him so hard in the face that he couldn’t ignore it.
He didn’t know Sierra as well as he thought. Just a few minutes ago he would have sworn she was everything he was looking for in a woman. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, everything pointed to her being his dream girl come true. Everything except the drug mule part. He looked over at her and his heart ached.
Shit. There had to be close to a million dollars worth of cocaine in that backpack. She was no small-time smuggler. Whoever hired Sierra trusted her a hell of a lot to put this much of his stash in her possession.
Jack zipped up the backpack, made sure it was sitting exactly as it had been before and slipped to the door silently. There was only one thing to do now. He couldn’t be involved with a woman who was a drug runner. He had a distinct view of right and wrong and this landed in the wrong category no matter what light a person tried to shine on it.
Jack glanced back at Sierra, her dark hair splayed across her white pillow, sleeping soundly, peacefully, looking so innocent, but Jack knew the truth and had no choice now. He had to turn her in. This was one of those times when life took a shitty left turn when he wanted so damn badly for it to go right.
Chapter Five
It was early afternoon when Jack pulled the boat into the port in Miami and his gut was in a knot. The owners got off as soon as the boat was secured, and now the staff were all finishing up their work and getting ready to disembark. He kept an eye on Sierra with his cameras as she walked around cleaning.
He didn’t dare take the chance of getting too close to her. Not now that he knew what she was. And more importantly, because knowing that she was running drugs didn’t do as much as it should to diminish his need for the girl. He shouldn’t want anything to do with her now and his cock sure as hell shouldn’t go half-hard
Jack lay in the little bed, holding Sierra until her breathing leveled off and she was sound asleep. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t snuggle, should fuck and go. Their relationship had to stay casual, had no chance at a future, but it felt so damn good to hold her in his arms. A couple extra minutes wasn’t going to hurt anything.
Jack slipped his hand out from under Sierra and she moaned a little as he climbed off her bed. He’d be making her moan his name again very soon. It was too late now to take it slow, and fucking her felt so good he couldn’t wait for a repeat.
Sierra turned toward the wall, snuggled into her pillow and looked pretty damn sweet. Probably too sweet for a guy like him but he wasn’t going to give her back.
Since he was already in their room, Jack couldn’t pass up the chance to look through the closet Sierra and Crystal shared. He needed to do his job of searching for the drug mule. The closet was pretty bare, some clothes and a couple bags on the floor. One was Sierra’s backpack but he already knew what was in there, her towel and some sunscreen. Jack searched the big black bag beside it first. Empty.
Then he looked again at Sierra’s backpack. It was much fuller than it had been earlier today, so Jack peeked in. It felt a little creepy looking through her stuff, especially after fucking her brains out—right up until the moment he saw the cocaine, anyway.
Holy shit. Sierra’s backpack was stuffed completely full of tightly packed white powder in clear plastic wrap. He didn’t need to be a DEA agent to understand the massiveness of what he had just found.
Jack blinked and looked again, hoping it would all disappear, hoping it was his mind playing tricks on him. This couldn’t be. Sierra couldn’t be the drug mule, she was too sweet and too smart for something like this. But the proof was right there in front of Jack, smacking him so hard in the face that he couldn’t ignore it.
He didn’t know Sierra as well as he thought. Just a few minutes ago he would have sworn she was everything he was looking for in a woman. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, everything pointed to her being his dream girl come true. Everything except the drug mule part. He looked over at her and his heart ached.
Shit. There had to be close to a million dollars worth of cocaine in that backpack. She was no small-time smuggler. Whoever hired Sierra trusted her a hell of a lot to put this much of his stash in her possession.
Jack zipped up the backpack, made sure it was sitting exactly as it had been before and slipped to the door silently. There was only one thing to do now. He couldn’t be involved with a woman who was a drug runner. He had a distinct view of right and wrong and this landed in the wrong category no matter what light a person tried to shine on it.
Jack glanced back at Sierra, her dark hair splayed across her white pillow, sleeping soundly, peacefully, looking so innocent, but Jack knew the truth and had no choice now. He had to turn her in. This was one of those times when life took a shitty left turn when he wanted so damn badly for it to go right.
Chapter Five
It was early afternoon when Jack pulled the boat into the port in Miami and his gut was in a knot. The owners got off as soon as the boat was secured, and now the staff were all finishing up their work and getting ready to disembark. He kept an eye on Sierra with his cameras as she walked around cleaning.
He didn’t dare take the chance of getting too close to her. Not now that he knew what she was. And more importantly, because knowing that she was running drugs didn’t do as much as it should to diminish his need for the girl. He shouldn’t want anything to do with her now and his cock sure as hell shouldn’t go half-hard
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