Chapter 23 A Room with a View

Magnum

One of the many things I loved about Wren was the way she lit up like a Christmas tree when I kissed her, brazenly begging for more with her little grunts and wiggles. Her new fingernails clawed at my scalp as she drew me deeper into her spell.

It was wrong. We should've been concentrating on the mission, but my hands wandered around her hips as if pulled by a lodestone. She clearly wanted it badly, and so did I. Denying it any longer seemed impossible.

We'd just steal this moment on the dance floor and then return to the party. I was already going to get slammed by the guys for what had happened. Might as well go down in a blaze of glory.

Slowly, subtly, my knuckles brushed over the front of her dress, stopping at the apex of her thighs. She gasped and her eyes popped open, staring up at me in shock. I purred in her ear and did it again, just the lightest touch, making sure to skim over her clit. Her mouth curled into a little pout.

"Been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Someone will see," she whispered.

"No one's lookin'." My knuckles glided over it again.

She held her breath and bit her lip. "But they can hear."

"They won't listen to this part."

"You don't know that." Her gaze darted around the room. "And there's probably cameras all over. We have to be more discreet. "

"Alright. Follow me." I pulled her hand to lead her off the dance floor.

She tugged back and planted her feet. "We can't leave."

My little rule follower wasn't so brave now that I was calling her bluff. "We're newlyweds and it's Valentine's Day. I don't see nothing wrong with sneaking away with my lovely bride to share some private time."

"You don't?"

"Let's go." We left the dance hall and explored the hallways until I found an empty room. A library with ladders along tall bookshelves. A seating area with a wet bar in the far corner. One camera above the entrance disguised as a crystal sconce. No other obvious exits.

I brought her over to the window and stepped up close behind her. The most the camera could see from this angle would be our backs. "Look at that view."

The arched window framed a million-dollar view of the canyon. City lights in the distance glowed in the dark sky. From this elevation, we were above the light pollution and could see a smattering of stars and planets. Nothing like what you see in the desert or on a mountain top in Afghanistan, but this was the best LA had to offer.

"Yes, it's magnificent."

My hands slid over her hips and pressed flat on her belly. "Breathtaking."

She leaned her head back on my chest and placed her hands on top of mine. I slid one up her torso to support her and hold her in place. Slowly, I worked my free hand down to her thighs and found my way beneath her dress using that very convenient slit .

She pressed her hand flat to the glass and gasped as I cupped her with my palm. Her thin satin panties were already soaked. "It's still wet out there." I pressed the tip of my finger into her center.

She tilted her hips into my hand. "I'm not surprised it's wet. It's been so hot lately."

Good girl. She was playing along. "Do you want to look for shooting stars?" My fingers dipped inside the edge of her panties.

"Um, are you interested in shooting stars?" Her voice faltered as I hit her hot, wet center.

"I've been very enthusiastic about shooting stars since day one." I cupped her pussy in my palm, the sleek wetness coating my fingers.

Her fingers flexed uselessly on the glass. "Really? I thought you didn't like astronomy at all."

I paused. How did she not know? "Oh, I do. I'm obsessed with everything about it. I thought that was obvious."

"I didn't have a clue."

I pressed my lips to her supple neck and sucked as I slipped my middle finger inside her. "Now you do."

She pulled in a stiff breath. "So how do we look for them?" Her voice rose in pitch and shook with the strain.

"Start at Uranus," I pressed my hard cock against her lower back, "and go in very small circles, look deeper, there, you see it?" My thumb mimicked my words as I caressed her clit.

"No, not yet."

I held her close and added another finger, dragging them in and out gently while caressing her clit. The door opened, and I held her hips flat against me as a sign to freeze. She read me and didn't move.

Two male voices entered the room. They started speaking in Chinese. My fingers were deep inside her, and we were frozen in time as we waited to see what they would do.

Luckily they chose to move to the other side of the library where the wet bar was set up.

"Are you afraid of shooting stars?" I asked her as my fingers started moving again.

"Yes. When other people are around and listening."

"Ahh, but that makes shooting stars even better when you finally see them. Let's look a little deeper, tighter circles in the middle. How about now?" I kept up my secret massage inside her panties.

Her breath stuttered as I shielded her from their view with my body. "I think I almost see it."

"Wait for it. I think it's coming soon. Look right into the Milky Way."

"Oh, yes, yes, I see it. Oh my God."

I covered her lips with mine as she pulsed in sublime ecstasy all over my hand, tightening on my fingers, moaning into my mouth. I would've given anything to be inside her right then. My cock jumped and I nearly came in my pants like a teenage boy. For the first time in my life, it wasn't about giving something in exchange for what I would get. It was all about watching her come undone.

The men left the room with their drinks, and she collapsed against me. I supported her weight and kissed her forehead. "You did good, baby. You look so beautiful."

She peered up at me, her face flush, hair a little messed up, lipstick smeared. "That was terrifying."

"Yeah." I laughed and removed my hand. "But excellent." I licked her taste off my fingers. Sweet and fucking incredible. "Best shooting star I ever tasted."

She straightened her panties then fussed with her skirt till it was back in place.

I watched the whole time with a raging hard on pressing against my pants and briefs. The jacket covered it, so I just made sure it was pulled closed and buttoned.

"You got a little lipstick right there."

She scowled and wiped her lips with her fingers. She poked some loose hairs back into her updo and took a deep breath. "I need to use the restroom."

I'd been dying to make her this flustered, so I took a second to laugh and enjoy the moment. She scowled at me with a cute, impatient frown.

"Okay. Let's go find one."

I took her hand and guided her out of the room. She was trying to act casual, but she couldn't hide the guilty flush on her cheeks. Being a terrible liar was funny, but I didn't want it to get us killed.

The first door we checked was another empty room, but this one had weird historical magic items displayed in glass cases around the floor.

We found a bathroom, but it was surrounded by mirrors with several mirrored walls inside. I checked it as quickly as I could but the mirrors were sketchy as hell. "Bathroom isn't secure."

"I really need to go. "

"Make it quick."

I took a position at the entrance and left her to it.

The large din of a crowd on the other side of the wall caught my attention.

Wren seemed fine in the bathroom, so I took a few steps over to a door that was situated oddly in the middle of the wall.

The sounds inside could've easily been the society members doing their deals. Curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it slowly.

Men in tuxedos milled about, circling women wearing slinky clothes, unkempt hair, garish makeup. I knew that look. They were sex workers but also looked barely legal. Some of them clearly prepubescent. I didn't see Kenny in there but recognized the men from the party.

I snapped a quick photo and closed the door to return to the bathroom.

There was no noise coming from inside. "Wren?"

Eerie silence. Shit.

Her bag was lying on the floor. The stall empty. Fuck.

"Wren!"

I blindly pounded on the mirrored walls. How did she get out of here without being seen? Did she go up?

I ran out and left the building via the closest exit. We were on ground level, and there were two stories above the bathroom. No stairs. I climbed the trellis to the second floor balcony. Wren burst out of a side door and started running away.

"Wren! "

She stopped and turned toward me. She ran with her arms out and I caught her. She whimpered and struggled for breath. "Hurry." I dropped her over the edge of the balcony, and she held onto the trellis like a monkey.

"Oh my God."

"I got you."

I swung around behind her and helped her down. We hit the ground and looked up to find Tommy at the second level aiming a pistol at us.

This was why I needed a weapon. Perfect opportunity to kill the fucker. We had no choice but to take off running down the side of the mansion. Luckily, he didn't fire or chase us.

We made it to Vander's waiting vehicle, both of us breathing hard.

I helped her in the back seat and closed the door quickly. "Move."

Vander punched it and we drove off.

As soon as we were clear of the drive, Vander said, "No tail?"

I looked back at the mansion. "I don't see one." It appeared no one noticed us, and Tommy didn't call out an alert.

"What happened?" I asked Wren.

"Tommy came into the bathroom through a hidden door. He pulled me out and dragged me upstairs. He started asking me why I hadn't paid my dues. I accused him of killing my parents." She was talking fast but didn't seem panicked, which was good.

"Holy shit. "

"He denied it! He lied. I can't believe he's such a liar. He said he'd never met my parents."

"How did you get out?"

"I poked him in the balls with my hair stick." She grinned and held up one of the pins she'd been wearing in her hair.

"You did what?"

"I poked him in the general groin area. Not sure if I hit actual ballsack." She made a jabbing motion with her impromptu weapon.

"What the hell?"

"I don't know, but it hurt him, and he went down. That's all that matters." She let out a subdued snort and started to laugh.

Vander stared at her in the rearview. "Nice job, Wren." He nodded appreciatively.

That sent her into full-blown chortling laughter. She was covering her mouth with her hand and rocking back and forth.

Vander chuckled. Then I kissed her because she was fucking beautiful like that, and I wanted some of it to touch me.