Free RidingtheWaves by Jennifer LaRose Page B

making love to her, he preferred to relax in the aftereffect, not
discuss any more work issues. “Unusual business.”
    “I know it’s business related.”
    He nuzzled his face against her fruity-scented hair and
inhaled deeply. Feminine. Refreshing. Calming. Just what he needed to finalize
the evening.
    “Come on, Brent. I want to talk a little more to get
reacquainted.”
    How could he tell her a reckless pirate happened to be on
the run, compliments of a fuckup by prison security? And he wasn’t a typical,
conniving pirate who only stole valuables. He kidnapped hostages for ransom,
played blood sport with their lives, raped women and sold them to the black
market for a hefty price.
    Brent personally hand-delivered Rashand LaPorea, aka The
Sadist, to the authorities after he’d boarded the hijacked cargo ship and
rescued the captain and remaining crew. He’d found Rashand hiding in a cabin
but took a bullet in his shoulder before containing the son of a bitch. Brent
would never forget the crazed look in the bastard’s dark, beady eyes or his
feral laughter while being escorted off the freight liner. The murder of two
crewmen and the kidnapping and torment of Captain Kobby should’ve guaranteed
Rashand a life behind bars. But presently, according to their federal snitch,
the escaped felon wanted vengeance and supposedly labeled Brent a prime target.
    “I’m waiting,” Annalee said softly.
    “We’ll talk about it later.” With any luck she’d forget
about it and wouldn’t ask again. It was bad enough he dreaded the mission.
    Rashand and his lackeys were heavily armed with assault
rifles, missile rockets and whatever else they could get their greedy hands on.
The man wasn’t easy to take down then and Brent imagined it would only get
worse.
    On a positive note, being assigned to recapture the thug
bought him extra time inland to spend with Annalee. She’d just made it a little
more convenient by opening her home.
    During the past few years he’d ridden the waves with her on
his mind. And after the previous rescue mission barely ended in his favor, he
vowed to see her once more. While being airlifted to the hospital, bleeding
profusely, her face was the last thing he’d remembered.
    He resolved himself to the fact he’d perish at sea. Whether
in one year or twenty. With the overtaking of ships and hostage situations
occurring on the waters more often, it was inevitable unless he dumped the
career. But he refused to give it up. The excitement of attacking and taking
control of a pirate ship bled through his veins. Pirates fascinated him when he
was just a kid, and he’d dreamt of being like Blackbeard when he grew up. That
fantasy faded by twelve years old, but the thrill lingered in his blood.
    When Whiltby originally asked if he’d be interested in
taking on the sea, Brent thought the man had lost his fucking mind. But during
his first exploratory journey across the waters, he couldn’t imagine life
anywhere else. It’s something he’d dreamt about his entire life.
    “Brent?” Annalee asked, her whispery voice drifting in the
silence as she rolled onto her side, snuggling her back to his chest.
    “Yes?”
    “Are your eyes closed?” She wiggled her rear against his
crotch.
    “Not anymore.” The contact instantly hardened his cock and
it shot upward along her lower spine. “Easy.”
    “Close them. I want to take advantage of a sleeping man,”
she reached between their bodies and fisted his penis, “so I can be punished
again.”

Chapter Five
     
    Wow, Annalee needed a bigger house. Having the brothers amble
around the place dwarfed her happy bungalow. Especially the kitchen. There was
barely enough room for them plus her, unless they all sat at the table.
    They’d obviously intrigued her fluffy feline. Morton made
sure he’d apprised them of his presence by circling their ankles before darting
off into the laundry room.
    She was glad they’d accepted her invitation. It gave her and
Brent