Page 102 of Double Shot
For three dayseverything was caught up in abackfield in motiongame. Tracking Kaijin’s movement was difficult, even using my illegal access to the FAA, and trying to use the honest to God radar arrays that watched the US skies. To be any more precise in chasing her aircraft down would have required either hacking into ballistic missile detection radars, a definite off-limits area, or somehow gaining access to a Global Hawk drone or AWACS jet. With either of those over US soil I could have gone down to the point of finding out what color shoes she was wearing.
But I didn’t have access to those, so we watched and plotted and planned. Kurt was in charge of her detail now, and it made a difference. Her digital trail vanished at the Powhattan. Her helo made a not overly long flight northeast, crossing the Chesapeake, and landing at Atlantic City.
We liked Atlantic City, the security systems were behind the curve, it wasn’t a major hub, but connected to several easily, and well, Lach liked any place that had gambling. If there was gambling, escorts weren’t far away. Although, with the addition of Sadie into our lives, I believe that last bit was drastically changed. Now that we had Sadie in the house, he hadn’t spent a single dime chasing designer tail, and that had saved us a good bit of money. It didn’t offset our finances being left on autopilot for six and a half months, or the house being leveled, but itwasnoticeable.
In Atlantic City she picked up a shuttle flight and vanished into the mess that was New York La Guardia International. My window to spot her movement was narrow, but I knew where to look, and I also checked for Kurt. He wasn’t the alias sort, he wasn’t a hitman, but a security contractor and personal protection specialist. He boarded a coach seat bound for Dallas Love field, with an undesignated connecting flight after that.
Unlikely, if they were heading back to Oasis and the compound there. There were no commercial flights to a city without anything larger than a municipal airport, and there were no flights registered to Oasis. They would throw tickets and overshoot their destination. Sometimes, when I was routing Lach to a target, I would have him get off at the last layover and keep the flight path going another leg. A few hundred bucks was a small price to pay to keep heat off of us. His homebound flight plans were either split between different carriers to stop easy tracking, of his layover at BWI or Dulles would just be a pause before a westbound flight. I liked to dump a lot of his destinations at Seattle or San Francisco. Kept things fresh.
“You’ve been doing a lot of work, in here,” Sadie said, walking into the panic room. Over those three days, we had transferred our few possessions to the house on John Laurens. The view over the bay was spectacular, breathtaking, and fuck the house was worth it just for that. The first morning we had stayed, watching the sun rise over the bay, and then illuminate the place. Fucking art.
Sadie was art too, sweeping up behind me and wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Keeping tabs on our target,” I said, and gave her hand a pat.
“Where is she?” Sadie asked.
“Oasis, Texas. It was where we went to start this high-profile, nation hopping, gun fighting jiggery-pokery,” I said.
“Was that the place Kyle was, where everyone was all thermal imaged?” she asked.
“Indeed, it was,” I said.
“It’s hard to think about where I was,who I was, back then. It seems like another lifetime. Someone else’s life.” She gave a soft sigh.
“Would you change any of it?” I asked.
“If I changed anything it would be to smooth out the bad parts, like losing you for so long.” She kissed my neck, and it wasn’t a casual peck like her normal kisses. It was softer, and her breath almost seemed hotter and to linger against my neck.
“I would change that too.” I let out a breath.
“I want to apologize about the other day, and a little for before that,” she said.
“No need, Poppet,” I said. She kissed the side of my neck again, her hands tracing patterns against my chest.
“If you would rather me leave you alone, I will,” she said, her voice sultry like velvet. I turned to face her and aside from a pair of fuzzy socks, she was naked as the day she came into the world.
“Poppet!”
“Should I go?” she asked, hooking a thumb over her shoulder.
“No, no, you should stay.” I gulped. She came and sat in my lap, pulling my hands to hold her, and twisting her head to kiss me. I wasn’t sure how she could bend like that, maybe she was part cat. For a moment I forgot about the tracing I had been doing. It was just going through the motions, nothing had changed in hours, and feeling the heat of her body was much more appealing that a cold set of monitors.
“What about contractors?” I managed to ask between her intoxicating kisses.
“They aren’t coming in until ten a.m., we have plenty of time, and do you think theyevershow up early?” she asked and ground her hips against me. This wasn’t like when she was on her comedown and being aggressive. This was much softer, much more enticing and seductive.She was seducing me.The thought manifested itself as a stiffening between my legs. She moaned into the kiss as she felt me getting hard.
“That’s what I was hoping for,” she whispered, before sliding out of my lap and out of my grasp. For a moment I was left in a lurch, her heat was gone, and her breasts and hard nipples weren’t in my hands anymore. Her fingers were quick, undoing the drawstring of my lounge pants, the button of my boxers. She pulled me out of the front of my boxers, taking a moment to almostadmiremy cock before she started going down on me.
I came to full hardness quickly enough. Part of me wanted to pull her up off of the floor, off of her knees, but there was more to it than that. She had picked her posture and position, and it was deliberate. She took me slowly, and only partially at first, but as I was getting harder, she was going down further, taking more of me. The things she did stole my breath, and I considered one day asking her how she had gotten better at this. This was a long way from the first time she went down on me.
The thought of her practicing on some plastic toy, imagining it was me, my balls tightened.
“Sadie…” I let out a groan.
“Mmmm?” She looked up at me, and I knew that my will to resist was done. This was so nice and felt so good. This was not where I had been for almost half a year, there was no humiliation or cruelty. There was no reason to even try and pull away.
“I… I love you; you know that?” I asked her.
