With Roses Come Thorns

f Reese had known what Rodrigo had planned for her when he found her, she might have packed up and ran. No, she probably would have just ran. But she lay in bed that night thinking of another man, the one who had followed her all the way up the coast and even got hired at the same nursery to keep an eye on her.

His rock hard body filled her mind right now, his muscular arms that had held her so tightly when they had gone at it hard and heavy from that first time…the danger had been there with them but for once, they had ignored it and gone with their feelings. But how long would it take for that to catch up with them, and when it did, she had a hard choice to make.

One of the hardest she ever had to make because it really hadn't been a choice. But damn if Dallas could ever stand still enough to listen to her explain what she had to do and why…not when he'd rather believe that she had willingly gone into Rodrigo's bed, allowing his hands to brand her even before he had taken her. She sighed, running her hand through her hair as she tried to forget about the man trying to hunt her down and the one who had walked away from her…but then had hunted her down purportedly to keep her safe.

It made no sense and next time she crossed paths with Dallas, she would tell him that, the next time he had cross words with her, she would put him in his place. But part of her just wanted to wrap her arms around him and slide back into bed. That part of her she needed to work on, learning whether or not to trust the man who had walked away from her with her heart when she couldn't even trust him with her life.

She got up and boiled herself more water to steep yet another mug of chamomile tea which she brought back to her bed. After sipping it, she felt herself relax a bit but still that edge that had been stoked by Dallas' arrival kept her from lowering her guard enough to drift back to sleep.

At the beach party, well down the shore from it, when they had kissed, oh she had burned for his hands to slip beneath her shirt and fondle her while she ground herself against him, like a cat in heat. Her body had almost carried through with that fleeting thought but she had reined in herself…just in time but damn, if she couldn't keep doing that, let it slip that he got under her skin, then she'd be lost in his arms again.

And probably regret it too.

No, she had done the right thing which was to keep her legs closed and her heart frosty to him…he'd figure out that he couldn't just drag her back to L.A. and then he'd leave her alone.

Alone to live her new life, up here staying in the cottage for at least a while, working in the nursery, a place no thug like Rodrigo would bother looking.

"He'll find you Reese…."

Dallas' admonition reached her mind again, reminding her that if Rodrigo decided to come looking for her, he definitely wouldn't stop until he found her. But if that meant that Dallas was sticking around, maybe she should be the one who left town so neither man could find her.

Dallas lay back in his own bed in the cottage he had rented not that far from her own, he had left not long after he had gotten an eyeful of her undressed inside of her cottage. He had managed to keep watch over her without her knowledge, he knew that Rodrigo and his hired men were as likely to do the same…counting down the moments until they grabbed her without her being aware of her fate…until it would be too late.

No, he couldn't, he wouldn't allow that to happen. He'd stop Rodrigo and whatever or however many men he'd send to find her. He lay there as the fan circulated fresh salty air that had wafted through the open window, dressed only in his brief. He had showered when he had returned and as the water had cascaded over his body, he had taken matters into his own head, meaning his erection, to take the edge off. He had a serious case of blue balls when he had returned and even a few deft strokes, hard and winding on his shaft, up to the crown of his penis, hadn't done more than made the lust inside of him abate just a little.

There was no substitute for a pussy after all, especially when it was attached to a woman like Reese who had scorched his days and nights when they hadn't been working on bringing Rodrigo and his operation down. As he stroked himself off, he imagined she had wet her lips, before slipping them over the head of his cock and he had slid into her mouth, until she had swallowed, the vibration of that action titillating him but also stopping him until she had time to adjust to his fullness. She had a way with that mouth of hers and he remembered what she did with it, as he squeezed his erection and stroked it, milking himself into that point when he'd go rigid, riding the top of a crest of waves and then come crashing down on the rocks below. His semen would shoot out in jets against the tiled wall of the shower, inside of her mouth.

Reese loved his taste, she drank up every drop of him and then when he kissed her, he could taste both of them.

As he had been stroking, an image had flashed in front of him of her kneeling before him in her party dress. She had been serving as a hostess for Rodrigo's band of visiting thugs, partners in his dirty trafficking ring. But they had ran into each other, and ducked into a closet, and she had unzipped his pants and gotten down to business, he had been ready for her when she pulled his erection out of his briefs.

He smiled lying back sated in his bed, as much as he could be after jerking himself off. Remembering what it had been like in that closet, when she had taken him as deeply as she could as he supported himself holding onto the window ledge he had sat on…it had been painted shut…but it hadn't taken him long for her to finish him off.

But then he thought about her and Rodrigo and her mouth sucking off him, his hands grabbing onto her hair to control her movements. He could imagine the trafficker shooting his wad into her mouth and her accepting every drop like he did, and his hands clenched the bed sheets. God, had he really misjudged her that she would slip between the sheets of a known global criminal for Christ's sake not long after she had been with him.

He swore which kept his own weariness at bay that he'd just stick to keeping her away from her e-lover when he came looking for her. Because if Rodrigo got a hold of her, he knew that the reality check he would give Reese about his feelings for her would splash across her face like ice water. The man would kill her, and if he wanted her to suck him off first, he'd make her do it.

But no, not if he had anything to say about it.

Rodrigo sat at his desk, for on nights like this he didn't sleep. His lawyer had warned him once again not to leave town but he had his own plans. His men had been spreading out their search for that traitorous bitch, and when they found her, they would give him a call.

He had promised a special bonus and a piece of her ass to the man who tracked her down. He'd take his own piece of her and then he'd tell her what he had planned for her. He had just gotten off the phone with Carlos in Brazil.

"You got any girls to send me," Carlos drawled, "I need some fresh meat for my clients."

Rodrigo smiled, knowing that the man managed one of his specialty houses, for the most elite clientele who'd pay the highest prices for the women that they used for the night.

"Yeah…I'm expecting a shipment of one of my best whores," he said, "The kind that doesn't know she's one."

Carlos laughed.

"Ah, one of those, well I'll have a special place for her down here."

Rodrigo sighed, imagining the look on Reese's face when she woke up from a drug induced sleep and found herself inside a special room they'd have prepared for her, wearing a whore's dress, with her legs spread wide open as the men lined up to fuck her. Her eyes would widen, her mouth might scream, in a place where no one could hear her.

And where there was no escape.

He got hard just thinking about it. A fitting end for a lying slut who thought she could double cross him by climbing into his bed with him. All the time fucking his pilot, who wasn't what he had appeared to be either but an agent working with her…she must have cared about him because she promised to do whatever he wanted…he laughed at the memory because what he had wanted…

He left his seat and his erection pressed against his pants, as he imagined what it had been like when he took her that first time….when she had taken him inside of her. She had been beautiful, even if she had been playing him. Well she would find out soon enough what would happen to those who messed with him.

He buzzed his phone and asked for the new arrival to be sent in to his suite and slipped out of his clothes, admiring his muscular build in front of the gold plated mirror. Not an ounce of fat on him, he trained by killing those who were weaker than him. He never knew when he'd need to fight to keep his position now that he had reigned his business for five years.

Soon the door opened and the woman with reddish hair and a body that filled out her negligee walked inside, just looking at him.

"What's your name," he asked.

"Violet…I just got here…I swear this isn't where I am supposed to be…they told me I'd get a modeling gig."

"You like to model Violet?"

She nodded shyly, her eyes still wide.

"Come here Violet, I've got something for you…"

She did after hesitating and he slid off his robe and stood before her, naked and she looked taken aback.

"What…"

"Oh come now, you know that to be a successful model, you have to do certain things first…"

"I guess so…"

"So your first assignment will be to come here and wrap those luscious lips around my cock and start sucking…"

She started breathing like she might hyperventilate, as she looked around the room for a way out but there was none except the French doors to the balcony which led to a long way down to the rocky shore below.

"I can't…I'm engaged."

"Were engaged…that won't work in this line of business Violet…now come here and get started…"

So she walked towards him, one step at a time and knelt before him as if she were at an altar to pray.

Smiling, he grabbed hold of his erection and pressed it against her lips until she opened them.

She wasn't that cunt Rita or whatever her real name was, but she'd do for now…and yes, it was a long way down from here.