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  Her hands moved to my side and she slowly pulled my shirt over my head, kissing me. I needed to touch her to feel her against my body. I pulled her shirt off then wrapped my arms around her. I wanted nothing more than to feel her. The moan that escaped me was deep. “So beautiful,” I whispered on her lips.

  We sat like this, with her on my lap, kissing. I never really knew how much I enjoyed kissing someone until I met her. My hands gently touched her beautiful white skin, there is nothing like the feel of her in all of the world. I need her to know that this is what I want for the rest of my life. Putting my hands under her arms I slowly lift her to stand in front of me. Pressing my face into her core, she is heaven. I can feel her fingers run through my hair, pulling ever so lightly against my skull. My hands on her ass, I slip my fingers into the waist band of her shorts gently pulling them down. Turning my head up to look at her as she steps out of them, her beautiful red fluff glistening. Just knowing she is wet because of me makes me harder if that’s possible.

  Pushing up on my knees, I undo my jeans, sliding them down to my knees and then over and off. I sit back on my heels and gently bring her down on me. Her hands on my face as she surrounds me with her silken center, my eyes roll in my head when she takes all of me. Our mouths meet and the beautiful slow dance that is us begins. My arms wrapped around her, holding her still so I can kiss her.

  “I love you,” she moans in my mouth. “I’ll do whatever you think is best. I don’t want this to end. I want a life with you, always.”

  Every dream I’ve ever had, ever wanted, ever desired to feel, is this woman. She is all I could ever dream for. “I love you, Victoria.”

  Laying her back, I made love to her. Our eyes locking every now and again, her hands on my face, on my back, my chest. As I feel her tighten, she lets go and pulls everything I have from me. Never has a woman been able to do this to me. Even Sylvia couldn’t do this.

  We lay here looking at one another, spent and sedate. “Victoria, what you make me feel.”

  “I know. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to go through this life without you,” she whispered, I watched as the tears fell silently from her eyes. “I don’t want to die. I want a life,” she paused, “let’s do this. Let’s just go and be happy.”

  I couldn’t do anything but kiss her. I could feel myself start to get hard again as she slowly moved her hips against me. Smiling I said, “You’re insatiable. “

  “Not yet,” she giggled.

  My hips started to move, in a matter of seconds I was rock hard, buried deep inside of her. My hips flicking hard when I hit her end. It was a slow rhythm, a slow fucking and it was beyond anything. For so long we laid on the floor. I love how she isn’t about being a showman. She loves how we feel together, her gentle mews, her soft moans. The feel of her body as it shudders and spasm’s is part of what drives me to be better.

  “Paul, fuck me,” she moans out.

  I don’t think I can fuck her, ever. But I moved a bit faster, push a bit harder. I can feel the slow burn in my thighs. Her hands on my arms, her fingers getting tighter around the muscle, drives me to move harder, faster. Fuck, my body is going to betray me. She feels so fucking good. It’s when she clamps down on my shoulder as she explodes that sends me over the edge. “Fuck, Jesus, Victoria,” I whisper on her lips.

  She smiles as I swipe my tongue along hers. Rolling over I pull her on top of me. She lays her head on my chest. “Your heart is racing.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s you who does this to me. We’ve got a few weeks to get this right. We need to play along with them while Joe and Al help us.”

  “Paul, I don’t have any contacts. All the passports I have are known now.”

  “I told you I was a bad man. I’m sure I can get us some. The question is where should we go?”

  “I don’t care, someplace with season’s and a lake. I need a beach.”

  “Well if we disappear here in the states, we don’t need passports. But I think we should have them, just in case.”

  She nodded, “Agreed.”

  “Come on beautiful. There’s a bathroom through that door over there,” I nodded to the other side of the small room.

  We separated, watching her stand and looking at her, she is glorious to say the least. Picking up her pajama’s she moved away from me. I just laid here looking at the ceiling. Hopefully this is going to work, we are going to be free and have a happy life. I got up and dressed as she came out of the bathroom. I checked the monitors and we left the safe room, making our way back to check on Jo. Max was sitting in the chair, he handed me a note.

  Denny needs to talk. Shit is not right here.

  I looked at him, Max doesn’t scare easy, and he looked very uncomfortable. I nodded, as I walked up to the bedroom door, Victoria was walking out. She had the file with her. “I’m going to read some of this, now that I’m awake,” she smiled.

  Kissing her temple, I followed her out into the living room. We got comfortable on the couch and started reading. “They have a great deal of information here,” she whispers.

  “It seems to be a list of everything you’ve done.”

  “I noticed that.”

  As we read, there was no more information than we already had. It seemed to me that it was a list of Victoria’s crimes, my brother’s involvement, and very little on Steven, or the famed Andy Marciano. “Victoria, this is a file on you. Not a file on what they want to achieve.”

  She closed the file and dropped it on the table, turning to me she whispered, “I’m tired Paul. So many lies, so much revenge. I want to go to bed. Come to bed with me.”

  I smiled, “Come on beautiful, let’s go snuggle with Jo.”

  I took her hand and we made our way back to get Jo in her room. Denny had changed places with Max and was sitting in the chair reading. He nodded to us as we walked in and got Jo, then back to our room I locked the door. We climbed into bed and I held them both in my arms. Together they are still so small. Looking at her, even in the dark, she is beautiful. “I love you,” I whispered to her.

  “I love you,” she whispered back as her eyes closed.

  Smiling I let sleep take me. She owns me.

  I woke up to a tickling on my nose. Opening my eyes, Jo was completely snuggled into my chest, her light fluffy curls tickling my nose. My smile automatic. Looking at Paul, he was so relaxed, his face so defined and so sculpted. He was like a beautiful painting. I felt lucky to have found him. He is right, I need to just let this go. I am going to play the part, and let him figure out the rest. I need to know what real information they have on Marciano. My thoughts distracted by the gentle sucking sound coming from Jo. I know she is scared and confused, by all of this. She is just a little girl. Tilting my head down, I take a deep breath, breathing her wonderful scent in. My smile seems to come more easily now that I have her with me. Now that I have Paul. Opening my eyes, I am greeted with his turquoise blue eyes looking right into my soul. They speak volumes to me, without ever needing to say a word. The hand that is wrapped around Jo, moves to his face.

  “Thank you for loving me, loving us,” I whisper.

  He smiles, “Come on beautiful, let me make us breakfast.”

  A little voice says, “Can we have panny cakes.”

  We both busted out laughing. “We can have anything you’d like.” He says as Jo rolls over hugging his neck.

  There aren’t words that could describe how I feel right now. We are becoming a family, something I always wanted, but never believed I would have. We all piled out of bed, I took Jo into her room and got her dressed, then her and Paul went to the kitchen while I took a shower.

  When I walked into the kitchen, Jo was on the counter and her and Paul were in a heated discussion on the best way to flip a pancake. My heart was full as I sat down to watch the two of them. It was music to my ears to hear them laughing. I don’t ever want to be apart from them. My mind made up, I’m done. Revenge is best served cold. He doesn’t know
I know who he is, so I’ve decided to keep it that way. No one will ever know what I know.

  I heard the door open and I turned to see Joe and Al walking in. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the fact that these men have open access to this house.

  Joe nodded to me and Al sat down next to me, sliding a small piece of paper to me. Looking down I read it.

  We have a problem.

  I shook my head, looking up as Paul set a plate down. “Gentlemen if you would excuse us, we are going to have breakfast.” He said.

  They both nodded and left to go on the patio. Looking at me Paul smiled. He sat Jo in the chair next to me and he sat on the other side. We talked and laughed while we had our pancakes.

  “Momma, can Max take me to the beach today?”

  I smiled, “Well I don’t know what Max is doing today. But if he is busy Paul and I will take you.”

  “Momma, those men are not nice,” she said.

  Okay she freaked me out, more than a little. “What men are you talking about?”

  “Those men in the boat house. I don’t like them.” I watched her stuff a bite of pancake in her mouth.

  “Well they are going to be leaving today, so you don’t have to worry about them.”

  Max was in the hallway and came in handing something to Paul, “I would love to take you down to the beach when you are done with your breakfast.” He said to Jo.

  She smiled, “I’m done. Momma, can I go now?”

  “Of course. Be mindful of Max.”

  I watched as the two of them walked out the door. Paul sat a little glass vile on the counter in front of me. It had water in it and it was filled with listening devices. Shaking my head, I picked it up and slipped it into my pocket. We didn’t say anything to each other, we just cleaned up the mess and walked out on the balcony.

  “Where are your friends?” I asked Joe and Al.

  Al nodded toward the boat house, as I turned I watched Mr. Little and his four companions walking across the lawn. I went back in the house and picked up the file. When I walked back out I said softly to Joe and Al. “Are you with us?”

  They both nodded. I sat down, Paul sat next to me, taking my hand in his, I looked at him, nodding. I was going to play the game; these men are going to be lucky to walk away with their lives. No one owns me, no one controls me. I squeezed Paul’s hand, he owns me.

  Mr. Little sat across from me, “Good Morning Victoria. I trust you slept well.”

  I laughed, “Apparently you know exactly how well I slept.” I sat the vile on the table. “Seems you don’t trust me Mr. Little. Either that or you are some sick and twisted man who likes to listen in on people making love.” I watched as a slight blush moved across his face. I didn’t give him time to respond. “I’ve read your file. Seems it’s a list of all the crimes I’ve committed, especially the ones in this country. I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, but trying to scare me isn’t going to work. You see, the monster that you want to believe that you are, well let me just inform you that you are an insect in comparison to the monster that I want. Mr. Little, if you are going to continually try and intimidate me because I am a woman, you are so wasting your time. No one owns me, I am not for sale, and no one controls me. I am MI6, and if you arrest me, you run the risk of alienating the British Government, and I know that is not something you want to do. Now I would like the real file, or you will be doing this on your own. You know the men I have killed, and you know that you or anyone of these men couldn’t have done it. So either give me the file or get the hell out of here.”

  “Miss Parker,” he began.

  I laughed, “I’m not stupid Mr. Little. Beginning your sentence like that, most always is ended with a threat. Don’t threaten me Mr. Little, because I can guarantee you will not like my response.”

  He sat there looking at me, “Miss Parker, you do realize that we are FBI and CIA? We don’t abide by the common laws of this country. We pretty much can and will protect the borders by any means possible.”

  I giggled, “So are you saying Mr. Little, that I am a threat? Me, little old five feet two, one hundred and ten pounds of woman is a threat to this country?”

  “What I’m saying Miss Parker, is that you walked into this country with chemical weapons surgically implanted into your arm. Putting this country in grave danger.”

  Paul laughed, Mr. Little’s head snapped towards him. “Across the borders, through your homeland security. Tell me Mr. Little, are you pissed because you couldn’t or failed to detect what was in her arm? This has nothing to do with what was in her arm, as it does with you trying to get that little bit of egg off your face. You know as well as everyone at this table that it was Max who figured it out, and not you and our so called first line of defense against terrorism. So don’t come into my house and threaten my future wife unless you’ve got something more substantial. Because trust me when I tell you this, it is going to blow up in your face.”

  I turned to look at him, whispering. “You want to marry me?”

  He smiled, “With everything that I am. I want to adopt Jo, too.”

  I had to fight the tears building in my eyes. I turned my head looking at Mr. Little, “I have a life to live here. So, either give me the real file or get out. I am so over this battle of testosterone here. You see I don’t have any, so I guess I win.”

  I swear I could see steam coming out of the man’s ears. He slid a file across the table to me. “We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon at one.”

  I watched as he picked up the glass vile, along with the file he had given me yesterday and they all walked away. Al followed them out and Joe sat down looking at me.

  “Who are you?” He said softly.

  I busted out laughing, “Well would you believe me if I told you that I was your worst nightmare?”

  He nodded, “Yeah as a matter of fact I would. I have never seen anyone take control of such a serious situation like you just did. These guys are out for blood.”

  “Joe, no offense, but they know who I am, or at least who they think I am. No one knows me, not completely. People only have what’s on paper, and the whispers that they have heard. Andy Marciano is the only person who knows the real me, and right now it seems he is going to live a very long life. Al said you would help us, is that still the case?”

  “It is, and it would be more than an honor. But I must ask, are you sure?”

  I looked past him to the beach, “More than you will ever know,” I said softly. “Sometimes in this life some things are far more important than revenge. I am confident that I will eventually have my justice, just not anytime soon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you two, to figure out the fine points of this plan.” I turned to Paul, “I’m going to play with our daughter.”

  His smile said it all to me. He nodded and I got up and headed to the beach.

  “She is one hell of a woman,” Joe said.

  I chuckled, “I’ve never known anyone like her. She keeps her cards very close to her chest.”

  “She hasn’t told you anything?”

  Shaking my head, “Nope, and before you ask, I have no intentions what so ever on trying to get her to expose them. She doesn’t work like that. When and if she wants to share she does. I know enough about her to know that no other woman on this planet will ever own me like she does.”

  “How long have you known her?”

  “A few weeks. I have never met someone so strong, yet so tender and loving all at the same time. I watched her kill a man three times her size, with a broken arm twisted behind her back and his hand squeezing her throat to the point of blacking out. She is a force to be reckoned with, and I think your friends know better than to piss her off.”

  “I was amazed at how she took two of them out simultaneously.” He chuckled, “Al wants me to offer her a job. I think he is smitten with her.”

  “No offense Paul, but my brother is right. I think I have a thing for your future wife.” Al said as he sat down. “Our fri
ends are gone.”

  I laughed, “Well Al, thank you for the compliment. I am one lucky man to have her love me. Offer her the job. I don’t make her decisions for her, I just stand beside her and behind her, supporting whatever she needs to do. My job in all of this, is to love her. Nothing more, and she makes it easy to do so.” I looked past Joe to see her looking at me. I smiled, she smiled back.

  “How about we figure out how to get the three of you out of this first.”

  I nodded. We spent the better part of three hours hashing out a plan. Victoria and Jo, came in and made us all lunch. We sat around laughing and then Victoria and Jo went to take a nap while Joe, Al and myself talked some more. When we finished I made my way to the bedroom, I needed to touch her, to feel her next to me.

  Kissing her gently on the forehead, she turned her head. I nodded towards the closet. Her smile said it all for me. I spent the next hour making love to her on the floor. When we finished we dressed and climbed into bed with Jo, and crashed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I like that he needs to touch me the way he does. I’ve read the file on him and he has told me some of what his life was like. He has been nothing but gentle and kind. I am however curious about this other life he led. Does he still have those thoughts? Those desires? He definitely, is not lacking in stamina.

  I can’t help thinking about Steven, he never took the time to take care with me. I think the longest we ever fucked was maybe ten minutes and he was getting frustrated that he couldn’t come. But then again, I’m sure he was fucking Kathy at the time.

  My thoughts spun in a circle as my life with him played out in my mind. The looks they shared, I just thought my best friend was being kind to my husband. I was grateful he liked my friend. Son-of-a-bitch.

  I moved to get up and Paul touched my arm. I turned looking at him and shook my head. I made my way out to the deck. My feet took me to the beach. I noticed Denny was a few feet behind me. It didn’t bother me. I felt a bit safer with him there. I just walked up and down the short strip of sand letting my life play out.