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The battle was lost when she threw her hair back from her shoulder and face. Her breasts were pointed forward, and her pussy devoured his cock with a hard thrust.
He gripped her hips and thrust fast upward, unable to hold off. She screamed his name and he screamed hers as they both came together as one.
Chapter 8
Santa Catalina, Columbia
Solandro Cruz stood near the window overlooking the beach. Francisco Santos was coughing behind him as he continued to smoke his cigar in between choppy breaths. The man would die soon, and Solandro would be taking over. He wanted his new start to begin with perfection.
“So things seem to be right on schedule. Are you adjusting to your new estate on the island?” Francisco asked.
He turned toward the older man. He didn’t look well at all.
“It is secluded the way I like it. It is beautiful with great views surrounding it.”
“Plus the private yacht that is always at your call. The soldiers I have assigned to provide protection are my favorites.”
“I understand, Francisco. Truly, I appreciate all you have done to make me feel comfortable and protected. I, however, have my own group of soldiers, and the faster it is understood that they are in charge, the smoother the transition will continue.”
Francisco looked a bit taken aback, but then he waved his hand and coughed again. It appeared to Solandro that Francisco was choosing his battles wisely these days. He was sick, dying of lung cancer that spread throughout his body. He wanted to spend the months or weeks he had left enjoying the benefits of his hard work with the drug cartel.
“I will leave it up to you then. It will all be yours. Well, it is all yours now. I am certain you will take good care of me as I await death.”
Solandro slowly walked toward Francisco. He had been like a father to him. Solandro had grown up with nothing, and Francisco had taken him under his wing and taught him the trade as if he were his son. Now, at age twenty-nine, Solandro was the king of the Columbian drug cartel that Francisco had created over thirty years ago.
“I heard from my friend Juan Scollo, in the States. He said that the CIA received the package you sent them yesterday. I still do not know why you did this. It seems like you’re antagonizing them and lately our connections have been diminishing. There soon will be no one to pay off to help us out.”
“I am not worried. I have my people now as well. My number-one concern is that group of secret agents that infiltrated your home and have been watching your business transactions for months. They were waiting to strike. Luckily, my men that I brought
with me discovered them.”
“But you only got one, and from my understanding, he gave up no information.” Francisco began another coughing spurt and Solandro waited.
“He sent something out to Texas before he was captured. Your men were unable to locate and stop the delivery. I fear that pictures and recordings of our conversations about our business were compromised.”
“What?” Francisco asked.
“I am taking care of it now. The first part being delivering that piece of shit soldier back to his friends and family in the States. That will send a message. I am also building up security around my estate, around here, and across our distribution centers.”
“How are you going to get to the other soldiers that were involved with the agent you killed?”
“Not a problem. I have men on their way there now. I will know the names of all involved shortly.”
“Is it worth it? Are you risking too much?” Francisco began to cough again. This time, surprisingly, it sounded even worse.
“I will do what is needed to maintain all you have worked for and that is mine now. These men will die.”
* * * *
Alexa relaxed between Michael and Chad. They lay together naked, both men facing her as they caressed her skin and ran their fingertips along her body. They would alternate fingers then lips.
“Keep your hands above your head,” Michael told her as he placed one arm up and Chad placed her other arm up. The move sent her breasts upward and out. Their mouths lingered near the flesh.
She felt their warm breath against her skin and her pussy felt swollen and needy in this position. She was learning very quickly that Chad was calmer and a little less demanding than Michael. Michael appeared like the boss, the one who had the final say. He had made love to her the second time with such intensity it made her breathless. He was possessive and expected her to submit to his demands, and damn it she loved that about him. She understood the difference between being bossy and abusive as opposed to being sexually aggressive and erotic in his techniques while making love to her. Chad was patient and took his time making love to her. The second time he made love to her, he held her gaze with every thrust, their fingers entwined and their chests locked together. It was filled with emotion, and she knew that this thing between the three of them was special.
She closed her eyes and couldn’t stifle the yawn that overtook her. Both men took that moment to lick across her nipples then suck on her breasts.
She jerked as she moaned and moved her hands.
