Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 70

-Caleb-

The sheik let me finish dinner then brought me to his large, opulent office. There was an assistant’s desk in one corner, which he showed me to, and it had a window behind it, which was nice. The window looked out on rolling fields of yellow flowers. There were a couple of old-fashioned windmills in the distance. A truly idyllic seen in a not quite so idyllic situation.

It turned out that doing work for the sheik wasn’t all that different from doing work for Masterson. He even praised my work, amazed at how quickly I picked it up.

I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be coordinating human trafficking again, but if that was the cost to save my life, and especially Jacey’s, I wasn’t going to turn it down.

“Now, I have several files on the different topics we discussed regarding Masterson’s business,” he said to me. “I want you to look them over and see if you remember anything else that needs to be added.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, trying to sound as eager as I could.

The sheik just laughed and tousled my hair. “It’s so funny that you fake enthusiasm so poorly. Maybe I should have you work naked like your girlfriend.”

My blood froze in my veins. “Excuse me?!”

“It might be fun to see you squirm.” The sheik shrugged.

“Go back to the part where Jacey is working naked?” I growled. Bile burned in my throat at the idea of Jacey being ogled by Ibrahim, and, to some extent, the sheik himself. She must have felt so vulnerable.

“Look but don’t touch. Don’t worry about it. Ibrahim is a stickler about rules. He will not disobey my order. But she is awfully lovely to look at. I think I will visit his office more often.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at me. “Are you planning to make a fuss? I don’t mind punishing those who make a fuss. I think you both enjoy being alive and unscathed, yes?”

My expression must have telegraphed the darkness of my thoughts because the sheik leaned in and settled his palms on my desktop, his face serious. “I won’t tolerate insubordination, Caleb.”

“Then maybe you should allow Jacey to wear—”

“No insubordination, Caleb. Consider carefully,” he murmured dangerously. His eyebrows were drawn down in a deep scowl, and he leaned in close to me.

I set my teeth.

“It might not even be you I punish for it,” he added.

That got me back on track. “Yes, sir,” I seethed.

“Good boy,” he said.

He might as well have said, ‘Good dog.’

“I don’t suppose it would do any good to politely ask you not to have my lover working naked?” I tried. It was a weak, last-ditch effort, I knew, but I was not above begging on Jacey’s behalf.

“Not the slightest bit of good,” he chortled. “Now, to those documents. I want you to really look at them and shake out all the cobwebs in your brain. See what you may have missed.”

“Yes, sir.” I opened the documents he pointed out to me.

It was a long day’s work, and I did, indeed, remember more details, but finally I was able to return to our suite. Jacey was already there, sitting on the bed, back in her dress and pretending for all the world as though she hadn’t just been admin-ing naked.

I decided I hated that dress. And that she was never going to wear it again.

“Caleb?” Jacey asked, her voice vulnerable as I stared at the barely-there clothing she wore.

I stalked over to her and ripped the flimsy thing right down the front. Doubtless, even though it was hardly a dress, it had been expensive. At least, I hoped it was.

“Caleb!” she gasped, bouncing back on the bed as I tore the rest of the dress off her. The thong she wore came next, snapped at both hips. Her lower lip trembled. “Are you mad at me?”

My heart softened, and I felt bad for scaring her. I pulled her up against me and kissed her, framing her face with my hands. “Baby, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at them and what they’re making you do.”

“It’s not a big deal. Just some computer work,” she gulped, but I kissed the lie off her lips.

“Naked. They’re having you do computer work naked,” I said.

Jacey’s whole body flushed. “I got to wear my underwear?”

“That’s barely underwear.” I pressed my forehead into her shoulder and took a couple of deep breaths.

“Would it… help if we had sex?” she asked tentatively.

I regarded her for a second. Her eyes were wide and vulnerable. She wanted to pretend for a while that everything was okay. I did, too. “Yes. A lot.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it open, running her hands over my chest. “It’s okay. He didn’t touch me. Only you get to do that.” She took my hand and kissed it, then laid it over her breast before getting to work on my belt.

My hands joined hers at my belt and worked it open. My fly was next, and then we only bothered shoving my pants down enough for my straining cock to spring free.

Jacey widened her legs and, seeing she was already glistening wet for me, I lined myself up and pushed inside her.

We both groaned.

“Baby, you feel so good,” I murmured in her ear as I started to thrust. Possessively.

She rocked on the bed, taking all of me, wrapping her legs around my waist. “More, Caleb,” she begged. “Give me more. Make me yours again.”

“Fuck yes,” I agreed and rammed her hard, my balls slapping against her wet skin.

Jacey gripped my shoulders and threw her head back, and her inner muscles began to milk my cock as she came.

The first time.

Though it was agony to resist, I needed to put my stamp on this woman. I pounded her until we were both sweaty and breathless.

“Caleb, oh my God…” she moaned.

“Just keep on coming for me, baby,” I murmured. “Let me feel it around my dick.”

She clung to me, her whole body shaking now, her teeth chattering as orgasm after orgasm rocked through her.

On the crest of her next orgasm, I finally came as well, shoving myself as deep into her as I could go as I jetted into her.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, both completely spent.

“How are we going to face tomorrow?” Jacey asked half an hour later as she laid on my chest.

I knew reality would have to intrude eventually. I’d just wished we had more time. “I don’t like them looking at you naked,” I replied gruffly, tracing circles on her back with my fingertips.

“I don’t think we have a whole lot of choice in the matter,” she said, sounding miserable. “It’s… creepy. Like that old man at the logging camp. I mean, when is he going to start ‘accidentally’ brushing my boob with his arm and stuff like that?”

“He’d better not.” I sounded very growly and unhappy, even to my own ears. “But that’s not your fault.” I moved my hand up to massage the base of her scalp.

She smoothed her hand over my nipple and certain places lower on my body began to perk up. “I wish we could just stay like this forever.”

“Me, too,” I said. Lying naked with Jacey was second only to being inside her.

“I don’t want to go to sleep because, in the morning, we have to do it all over again,” she whispered.

I stared at the ceiling, taking in the wood mosaic over my head. “I love you. I know that’s probably not enough right now, but I’m afraid it’s all I’ve got.”

She cuddled into me more tightly. “It’s enough.”

To me, it wasn’t. My love for her couldn’t keep her safe, and it frustrated the hell out of me.

“Jacey, I…” I began.

The wooden shutters over our window suddenly exploded inward, littering us with shrapnel.

I rolled Jacey to the floor on instinct and laid on top of her, shielding her with my body from whatever might come next.

There was the rat-tat-tat of automatic weapons fire and bullets buried themselves in the stone and tile of the walls, but luckily most of it happened above us, though I did feel a hot zing across my back.

“Fuck!” I muttered.

“Caleb, are you okay?” Jacey asked.

“Just a graze, I think,” I said through gritted teeth. “What the fuck is going on around here?!”

“I don’t know.” She sounded as scared as I felt.

But the two of us didn’t need to be panicking. “Let’s get to the door. If we can get out of here, maybe we’ll be safe.”

I had no fucking clue if getting out of the room would be better or worse, but I needed to give us both some kind of hope. Between gunshots, I rolled off Jacey and began army-crawling to the door. She did the same.

We were just getting close enough to reach up and grab the handle, when the door swung open.

A masked man with an automatic weapon strode in wearing combat boots, gear, and a balaclava.

Then another, much more familiar man in a suit came in behind him, straightening his jacket.

“You are such a pain in my ass,” Masterson said.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

The man in combat gear reached down and yanked me up by my hair. “Don’t make me do the girl,” he growled.

I didn’t know in which context he meant it, but either way, I didn’t like it. I went still in his grip, completely compliant.

“Good boy.” Masterson turned and the guy began to march me out of the room.

“What about Jacey?” I asked.

“You don’t deserve Jacey,” Masterson growled. “Maybe when you’re gone, the sheik or his lackey will take… good care of her.”

That was when I started to struggle. “I won’t let you separate us!”

“Watch me.” Masterson nodded to the man and then I felt a sting in my neck.

“What did you…?”

It was the last thing I said.