Storm by Jo Raven

Author:Jo Raven [Raven, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sex and Bullets
Published: 2015-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

PART II: BULLETS

Chapter Twelve

STORM

We’re flying back to Baltimore. My private jet, a Gulfstream G450, is waiting for us at the Boca Raton airport, notified by Hawk to come pick us up.

I get out of the limo and go around to open Raylin’s door. She climbs out and stands on the tarmac, in her torn shorts and blouse, her long dark hair whipping in the wind.

Alive. Unharmed. Unbearably beautiful.

“You okay, Ray?”

She nods. She hasn’t spoken a word to me since our little talk. I think she’s in shock. I take her hand, and she lets me guide her to the plane. A flight attendant is standing on the ground, waiting for us, dressed in a formal skirt and jacket.

Going back home.

Swallowing my reluctance, I help Raylin up into the dimness of the plane. We take our seats around a table, and the attendant comes to see what we would like to have a drink. Raylin just shakes her head, so I ask for juice. Despite drinking a whole bottle of champagne in the car, I’m parched.

And famished.

The attendant—Sondra, according to her name tag—brings us blueberry juice and a tray of warm prosciutto-and-fig sandwiches and lobster rolls with fresh chives and tarragon. She has barely set it down when I’m stuffing my face with everything, barely tasting it.

Takes me a while to realize Raylin is just staring at the tray, frowning.

I sigh and swallow the rest of my sandwich. “Come on, Ray. Eat. It’s good. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

She picks a roll, sniffs it. “I’m not…”

I wait, but she never finishes what she was about to say. She looks… nervous.

No, scared. She’s fucking scared.

“Hey.” I pat the empty seat by my side. “Come here.”

For a moment I think she will refuse, and I prepare to go around and get her, push her until she tells me what is wrong.

But she gets up and pads over to me. She’s still barefoot. We both are. In the rush of adrenaline, I didn’t even notice. I’m still only in my surfing shorts.

Shit, Baltimore will be a lot cooler.

Making a mental note to tell the flight attendant to call for clothes before we arrive, I wait until Raylin has sat down, and then I drag her to my side, wrapping an arm around her. She feels so slight and fragile pressed to me. I’d do anything for her.

I don’t think she realizes it.

“Is this a private jet?” she whispers.

“Yeah.”

“Yours?”

“Yes.”

“How is this…? I don’t…” She never finishes her questions.

“Eat first. Try this.” I take a lobster roll and lift it to her mouth. She makes a grab for it, but I lift it higher. “Uh-uh. You had your chance to eat on your own. Now I’m gonna feed you.”

She glares up at me, but opens her mouth when I offer her the roll and bites. Ignoring the way she makes me go hard just by sinking her small, white teeth into the damn roll, I feed her more. Something inside me relaxes as I make sure she’s okay.

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