Chapter Seven
It was another forty-five minutes into Arnhem. Their only stop was for gas. During their break, Crash had taken a chance to buy some snacks—mostly chocolate bars, breakfast bars and some candy. Other than that, they zigzagged through traffic along the highway. Barbie took him along back streets where ever possible. According to her, going in a straight line would make it easier for them to be tracked. But if the underground was as vast as the media always portrayed, the call out for his head wouldn’t only be for Rotterdam. He didn’t have the heart to voice this to her.
Instead, he followed along.
The house Tex sent them was a few minutes outside the center of the city. Palatial looking, it stood atop a small cliff over the rest of Arnhem.
While Barbie found a bathroom, Crash sent Tex the images they’d taken of their assailants. Tex advised them to lay low as the dust up had reached the local news.
“I’ll see what I can make of these,” Tex said.
“Thanks.”
“Hang in there, Crash.”
Crash said nothing. Instead, he hung up and peeled his shirt over his head. He winced. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off and the side effects of being tossed through a window and riding for two hours started kicking in.
“Let me see if they have a first aid kit.” Barbie’s voice caused Crash to jerk around.
“I’m fine,” Crash said. “I just need to take a—”
But she left the room again.
“Shower.” He muttered.
In no time at all she returned with a kit and without a word between them, Crash relented and sat on the edge of the sofa, allowing her to take a look. The worry in her eyes was his undoing.
“You know, when I said I wanted to see Europe, this was not what I had in mind.” He grumbled. “I’ve been chased, shot at, thrown out a window, stolen a car—this is too much.”
Barbie, who’d found a first aid kit somewhere in the massive home, dabbed at one scrape that burned like hell. Crash hissed. To his surprise, Barbie kissed around the wound leaving Crash trembling.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon.” Barbie added a Band-Aid to a cut before going on to another scratch. “Or you could walk away right now and CIRO and I will finish this.”
“No. Eden doesn’t have parents right now and one day when she looks back, she needs to know that no one gave up on her. She needs to remember that someone, other than cops, fought for her.”
Barbie nodded, dumped the piece of cotton she’d been using and grabbed another. He watched her wet it in antiseptic before going back to dab at him.
“I don’t like seeing you cut up like this.” She muttered. “It’s scarring your body.”
“I fell out of the sky twice, Barbie. These are nothing compared to the scars my tattoos are covering.”
“But that has nothing to do with—all I’m saying is, I don’t like seeing this, okay?”
“I thought you didn’t care about my body.”
“You’re an idiot for believing me.” She muttered.
The irritation in her voice wasn’t lost on him.
Helplessly, he leaned in to kiss the side of her head. “But I should have showered first.”
“No. First you’re going to get some rest. I’m sure we have some munchies left over from that last stop. I’ll grab what’s left and we can eat something.”
“I find I love it when you boss me around.” Crash admitted.”It turns me on.”
Barbie eyed him for a second before smiling. She closed the first aid kid and stood. “I’m going to take this back. Rest.”
The moment she turned from him, Crash grabbed her arm. Barbie stopped and looked at him. Crash didn’t move but pulled her. When she fell to his chest, Crash cradled her in his arms, searching her eyes for doubt, for any hesitation. When he saw none, he took her lips, seeking entrance with the tip of his tongue and growling when she let him. He searched her mouth for her tongue with his own before sucking it into his mouth. She wrapped an arm around his neck, moaning, and kissing him back with just as much force as his.
Her hand moved down his arm over a scrape that was still raw but Crash used the urgency he felt for her to mask the pain that caused. Rising, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. With their mouths still fused, Crash carried her down the corridor to the bedroom he’d seen when they gave the house a search on arrival. He dropped her on the bed and she scooted back toward the headboard.
“Stay right here,” Crash growled.
“Where are you going?”
“To find my bag,” Crash said. “I need condoms. When return, I need you to be naked.”
“And if I’m not?”
The thought of her disobeying him only made him harder. He instantly began thinking sinful ways of punishing her if she didn’t do as he’d asked. The thoughts made him smirk as he backed out of the room. Even though he wanted her, he’d waited for this moment, Crash managed to take his time. That should give her enough time to take her clothes off and be waiting for him. He found his bag sitting on the sofa and rummaged through it for the condoms Benny had given him. He ripped into the box, grabbed a couple and made his way back into the room.
To his pleasure, Barbie was still fully dressed.
Crash growled. “I see you’ve disobeyed. The only reason I will accept is that you’ve changed your mind.”
“I guess I deserve to be punished.” Barbie turned from the window to look at him.
The heated defiance in her stare tugged at ever primal part of him.
“Because I didn’t change my mind.” She smirked.
Crash bit back a groan.
“I see.” Crash set the condoms on the bed. “Have a seat, Barbie.”
She caught her upper lip between her teeth and Crash almost lost his resolve then. Still, he swallowed the lump in his throat and watched until she did what he said.
“You said you like my body, am I right?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“And you want to touch it?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I tell you what—until you say the three magic words I need to hear—you can’t have it.”
“Crash.”
“Not the answer I was looking for.” Crash replied, dragging a palm down his abs. “But, maybe I should tell you…” He undid his belt followed by the button and pushed his pants down to his ankles. “What I would have done to your body tonight.”
With his eyes still locked with her, Crash touched himself, tracing his finger along his own body. Barbie squirmed, she licked her lips. But when he pulled his cock from his boxers and wrapped his fingers around it, Barbie rose.
“Uh!” Crash called. “Three magic words, Barbie.”
“I don’t know!”
“Sit.”
She crumbled to the bed once more and Crash continued stroking himself. Barbie didn’t lift her gaze to his. Instead, she kept her eyes on his hand. She tilted her head to the side and moaned. She trembled visibly and drew her body to the edge of the bed.
“Try again,” Crash demanded with a sigh.
“I can’t think with you doing that.” She admitted breathlessly. “Do you know how good you look?”
“You should have thought of that before you disobeyed.” Crash moaned under his own hands before releasing himself, standing stiff for her gaze. There was something almost magical in the way she watched him. The heat of her stare caressed his body leaving him pulsing sweetly.
“Please,” Barbie whispered. “Let me touch you. I can’t…”
“You know what I want, Sabine.”
She trembled visibly. It seemed to Crash that saying her name turned her on. He leveled his eyes on her while tweaking his nipples. She rose and began peeling her clothes from her body. When she stood naked before him, he almost gave in. Still, he forced himself not to move.
“Tell me,” Crash whispered, his voice hoarse to his own ears.
“I. Am. Sorry.” Barbie groaned out. “I’m standing here, naked for you.”
“I can see that—and I like what I see very much.”
She smiled and bowed her head. Crash stepped across the space to hook a finger beneath her chin and lifted it to see her eyes.
“You’ve never been shy, Sabine.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ve never spoken to me like that before.”
Crash dropped a soft kiss to her lips. “You can’t be shy in my bed. I want that strong woman who can pick a bad guy off from a football field away. Where is the woman who kicked every other woman’s ass to become of the first, female, GSG 9 officer and the only female on CIRO?”
“Men don’t want that in their beds.”
“But you won’t be in every man’s bed, Sabine. You’re in mine.”
She tried bowing her head once more but Crash wouldn’t allow it.
“A strong woman is a sexy one.” Crash brushed his lips over her nose then up between her eyes to her forehead. “You’ve said the magic words. Now, you can touch.”
When her fingertips reached his skin, Crash felt a tremble in them. She dragged her nails along his abs, around to his side then to his back. Slowly, Barbie carried her nails down to his ass and dug in. He hissed, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to claim her mouth. He kissed her with wildness he hadn’t felt before. She whimpered under his mouth and he released her.
Barbie smiled up at him as she slipped down his body, dropping kisses along his flesh, over each tattoo, his navel, Crash’s abdominal V then along the lines that led to his groin. He moaned at her attention, while tangling his fingers, gently, in her hair.
She licked him where he needed her to. Caleb dripped on her tongue freely and he couldn’t help the shiver that raced through him. Holding his breath, he watched as she wet her lips, they sucked his arousal in slowly. Unable to stop himself, his eyes rolled back as he gave her control of his body.
Over and over, she brought him to the very brink. Each time he had to hold his breath and pulled her from him. Eventually, it became too much, he scooped her up into his arms and while he fused his mouth to hers, Caleb carried her to the bed. After laying her down, he picked up a condom packet, gripped it between his teeth and bowed forward for her to take. Barbie accepted it with her teeth crawled down her body to take up position between her legs. As she ripped open the packet, he plunged his tongue into her.
“Yes!” She shouted. “More.”
With that one word, more, Crash feasted on her. He’d craved that moment for so long, all he wanted to do was quench the yearning inside him, quell the fire and make her fall apart for him. Her thighs locked against the side of his head even as his tongue flicked against her bud before delving inside her again.
“Please.” Barbie whispered. “I need you.”
Her legs trembling stressed her point. Crash added a finger, driving her closer and closer to the edge before pushing her over. She screamed, not just his name but her wanting him, of her needing to feel him hard and hot inside her. Then it was almost as if she could no longer speak English. German words spilled from her kiss swollen lips, echoing softly through the room. She moaned things—most of which he understood to be vulgar, primal, dirty things. Others, his logical brain would never understand but they were clear to his dazed mind. It was a side of Barbie he’d never seen before and knew he needed to see again.
Finally, he allowed her to roll the condom onto him, and after another searing kiss, he drove into her as hard as he could. She convulsed around him, squeezing his dick tightly. Crash had to hold his breath and press his eyes closed to keep from climaxing. He grunted her name, trying to hold onto what little control he had of his body and the situation.
But he was only kidding himself. Barbie had his heart since the day he met her and now, she had the power to twist his body anyway she saw fit. With each drive of his hips, every pant, gasp or shout that echoed from her lips or his, Crash knew he couldn’t turn back. He knew they’d crossed a line that had irrevocably entangled their very souls.
Her third orgasm was his ultimate undoing. Crash tried to pull his hips back. But nothing he did gave him the strength. Barbie latched onto him with her arms around his neck and her heels digging into his ass cheeks. Buried deeply in her arms and her body, Crash closed his eyes, pressed his face into her neck and roared.