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CHAPTER
ONE
CAL
“Damn it.”The curse flew out as the plane hit a patch of turbulence, and my elbow crashed into the small vanity next to me, sending pain through my arm and causing my hand to squeeze convulsively, and uncomfortably, around my dick.
Even flying private, jerking off in an airplane bathroom was tricky at best and hazardous at worst.
“You okay in there?” Jack’s stupid voice was too clear through the thin walls, and for a moment, I wondered if maybe he’d heard exactly what I was trying—and failing—to do.
“I’m fine.” The pain had caused my cock to deflate. Not that I thought that would last long. Not with Jack waiting for me in the plush cabin with his goddamn smirk and sexy-as-fuck body.
A body I’d wanted the second I saw it while I was on a job in Colombia.
And still wanted as I watched him leave the hotel room where we’d spent the night fucking to steal my contract hit while I was zip-tied to the headboard and cursing his name.
That I wanted even though I honestly kind of hated him.
Fine. Maybe hate was a little strong. Let’s just say he pissed me off. A lot. Almost all the time.
Unless I was under him…
Ignoring the shudder that raced down my spine, attempting to get my cock back in the game, I stood and zipped up, turning to wash my hands in the small sink. My attention snagged on the dark patch of skin on my neck. Concealed by my collar was one more reason this mission my brother had sent me on with Jack freaking Grayson was fucked.
He was my goddamn fated mate.
Pushing my T-shirt aside, I stared at my reflection and the swirl at the edge of my saddle patch that indicated I’d met my mate.
When I’d arrived in Cartagena, everything had been fine. Then I’d met Jack, and everything had gone to shit. I’d lost out on the hit, which landed me in hot water with my boss, but that paled in comparison to seeing the mate mark on my skin when I’d finally freed myself from Jack’s zip ties.
He’d unknowingly upended my life, and I’d barely been able to get it up for anyone else since. Not that I hadn’t tried. Because I had. Over and over and over again. With absolutely zero luck. My dick had imprinted on Jack, and now he was apparently the only one worthy of a hard-on.
Which explained my airplane bathroom predicament.
The only saving grace was that Jack had no clue about our connection. I wasn’t even sure great white shark shifters believed in fated mates.
To be honest, even though my grandparents and parents had been fated, and my brother had met his fated mate in a sea otter shifter named Felix, I wasn’t sure I believed it.
Even though the proof was staring back at me, was marked right there on my skin.
“You sure you don’t need help in there, sweetheart?” Jack drawled from the cabin.
Or maybe I just didn’t want to believe Jack was supposed to be mine. Fate sure had one fucked-up sense of humor.
Shoving open the door, I emerged into the tiny corridor that let out into the main cabin. “I said I was fucking fine.”
Jack was lounging in a soft leather seat, his leg hanging out into the aisle so I had to shove it out of the way to get back to where I’d been sitting. He whistled and pushed himself up. “Someone’s a little grumpy. You’d better turn that frown upside down, or this is going to be one hell of a long assignment.”
“It already is.” I scowled in his direction, hating that my brother had thrown us together—not that this was the first time we’d seen each other since we’d first met in Colombia, but to be fair, it was the first time we were working “together” and not competing for the same gig. For the last year and a half, every time I saw Jack, we fucked, fought, or both. Hell, we’d almost killed each other in Budapest. I had a scar on my left side from the blade of his knife, and he had a matching one on his right from mine.
At least all our weapons were safely stowed.
Eh, almost all.
I had a penknife in my backpack, a perk of flying private instead of commercial.
We had another ten hours on a plane together before I’d get any space from him, and I might need to do something drastic before then. In the small confines of the plane, his scent was everywhere. Every breath I took was full of cypress, sea salt, and the barest hint of warm honey. Every lungful made me long for crystal blue water and a warm beach I was sure I’d never visited but that felt like home anyway.
