14. Tyler

Chapter fourteen

Tyler

I poured over the information Layla had gathered about Anton Sr’s whereabouts. His island, named Kandi Cay, was entirely off the grid. I could only speculate what went on there, but if the boatloads of scantily clad women and orders of booze were any indication, Anton Sr was hosting nonstop parties. What was happening stateside was the last thing on his mind.

The island wasn’t only wholly self-sufficient but also had rather impressive security measures. And that was before you considered the security team who lived on the island. An underwater alarm system detected anything inorganic twenty feet around the island, which meant boats, jet skis, and even scuba gear. That would make it hard to get close to the island undetected. Luckily, I knew an ex-seal team who could make it to shore without any gear. As long as they made it to shore safely, snatching Anton Sr would be a cakewalk for them.

The only problem was that they cost a small fortune and worked alone, which meant Layla’s plans to capture Anton’s father herself weren’t going to happen. But they would get the job done far faster than anyone we currently had on the roster. I needed to talk to Layla before pulling the trigger on this to make sure she was fine with outsourcing the work.

I call her office, and Molly answers. “Is Layla there?”

“No, Sir. She went to work out downstairs,” Molly replied.

“Thanks, Mol.” I hung up and went downstairs in search of her. I poked my head into the gym first and found it empty. I checked the pool next and discovered her swimming laps. I sat by the pool in one of the deck chairs and watched her appreciatively. She wore a barely-there pink string bikini and cut through the water like a pro.

When Layla finally noticed me, she swam to the edge of the pool. “Hey, hot stuff!” she said as I went to the edge and squatted down.

“How’s the water?”

“Perfect, as always. But you didn’t come down here to talk about the water. What’s up?”

“Kandi Cay has a state-of-the-art alarm system around the island that would make it impossible for the average Jane or Joe to sneak onto the island successfully,” I told her.

“So we wait for him to leave?” Layla asked, resting her arms on the side of the pool.

“From what I can tell, he never leaves. He doesn’t have to. Everything he needs he can have shipped in,” I replied.

Layla’s face fell. “Then how do we get him? I want him, Ty.”

“Well, I might have a solution, but it will cost you a pretty penny.” I told her about the men I knew could do the job.

“Do it,” Layla ordered. “I don’t care about the money as long as they can deliver Anton Sr to my interrogation room in one breathing piece.”

“I’ll contact them and see if they will take the job,” I assured her.

“Good,” she nodded. “Wanna join me?”

“Not today, Baby. I need to contact them, and they aren’t always easily reachable.”

I had a split second to react when I saw the glint in Layla’s eyes. I quickly jumped out of reach as she propelled herself out of the water to grab and pull me in.

“Naughty girl,” I scolded playfully.

Layla swam toward the shallow end of the pool so she could stand and slowly untied the strings holding her top on. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” she asked as she tossed the wet scrap of material at me. I licked my lips as water dripped down her breasts.

“I really don’t have the time to play right now, Baby,” I groaned. Her hands disappeared under the water, and I watched the distorted view as she untied her bottoms. She dangled them out of the water before throwing them at me like she did the top. I caught them in one hand as my other reached for my tie. “You’re a terrible influence!” I scolded her as I let the suit fall to the concrete floor with a wet plop. I finished stripping out of my clothes and cannonballed into the pool. I heard Layla’s giggles as I surfaced and turned toward them as I wiped the water from my face.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Layla ordered from beside me. “If you can catch me, you can have me.”

I grinned as I reached for her but quickly frowned when my hands closed around nothing but air. I heard a light splash behind me and her throaty laugh. I spun around and stalked toward the sound.

“Marco,” I said.

“Polo,” Layla answered toward my right. I adjusted my course and moved toward her.

“Marco.” She didn’t answer me. “Marco,” I said again.

“Polo,” she whispered in my ear. I spun around to grab her, but all I got was her laughter as she swam out of reach again.

“Little minx,” I muttered as I followed. “Marco.”

Again, I didn’t get an answer, which meant she was underwater, moving into a position close to me again. I didn’t move this time as I waited for any sign of where she was in the water. I felt the water flow toward me to my left, and her light exhale as she surfaced. I grinned; this time, she was mine.

“Marco,” I said as I spun to grab her. My hands closed around flesh, and I quickly pulled her into my arms so that she couldn’t escape as I opened my eyes to see her laughing face. “Gotcha,” I whispered.

“Now, what will you do with me?” she asked.

“Whatever I want,” I replied as I cupped her ass and lifted her so that her pussy rubbed against my hard cock. I wanted to bury myself inside of her, but first, a little payback. I threw myself backward and twisted in the water to dunk her without releasing her. When I stood, Layla was sputtering. I waited for her to recover her breath before doing it again.

“Tyler!” Layla yelled when she surfaced again.

“What?” I asked innocently. “Was this not what you had in mind?”

“You know it wasn’t,” she growled as she slipped her hand between our bodies and wrapped it around my dick. Layla stroked me slowly as I walked us to the edge of the pool to press her against it. I lifted her a little higher so she could guide me inside her easily, but she suddenly froze.

“Wait,” she said, looking over my shoulder.

“What is it?” I asked as I turned to see what she was looking at. I checked the windows and the door to the hallway but didn’t see anything.

“I thought I saw someone at the door watching us,” Layla replied.

“I don’t see anything,” I told her. “Maybe you’re seeing things,” I teased as I reached down to guide myself into her on my own.

“Maybe you’re right,” she replied, her sentence ending with a gasp as I slid inside her. “God, I love your cock,” she moaned.

Layla rested her elbows on the side of the pool as I thrust in and out of her. I shifted back slightly to stretch her body out and leaned over her to suck on her nipples. I wrapped an arm around her to help support her as Layla used the pool wall to keep herself braced as her legs tightened around my waist, drawing me tighter against her and turning our movements into more of a grinding situation. Even with less room to work, I sped up my shallow thrusts as best I could while I moved my free hand to her clit. I rubbed the little love button with the pad of my thumb and felt her pussy start to flutter around me.

“Not yet,” Layla begged.

“Yes,” I growled, taking a nipple between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. “I told you I was busy. If you want something other than a quickie, then be a good girl next time and wait.”

“Fuck,” Layla moaned as I applied more pressure to her clit. “Sometimes I don’t like to be a good girl.”

“I know,” I chuckled, “Try anyway and come on my cock,” I ordered. I could see Layla struggling to hold herself back, so I pulled my hand from between our bodies to slap her tits. “I said come!”

Layla cried out from the shock of the blows more than the sting, but the little bite of pain they offered was enough to have her coming undone with my cock buried inside her. A few seconds after she came, I followed her into the blissful oblivion, dumping my seed inside of her.

“I’ll give you a nice long fuck next time, Baby,” I promised.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Layla responded as I cradled her in my arms. Slowly my dick deflated and slipped out of her.

We floated in the water for a few more minutes until my phone rang. “Back to work,” I sighed. I kissed Layla and then pulled myself out of the pool. I dug my phone out of my pants and answered it as I awkwardly tried to dry myself off.

“What’s up, Zach?”

“Can you look up a business for me? I think there is an apartment above it, but no one is answering,” Zach said.

“Yeah, text me the address, and I’ll get the info to you in five minutes,” I instructed before hanging up. I quickly dressed and winked at Layla, still floating in the water. “Enjoy the rest of your swim, My Queen.”

“Thanks for the dick,” Layla called after me as I left the pool room.