There was little in my stomach and what was there was trying to come up. Warm hands grasped my shoulders."Deep breaths. You're okay," Brack said with quiet authority.I tried to inhale. There was no air. And he lied. Nothing would ever be okay again.Dead.I struggled to get out of bed while mumbling, "Toilet, I- please."An ugly plastic, curved, pink hospital bowl appeared under my chin as I heaved. It did little good; nothing came up and I couldn't catch my breath."Breathe in through your nose and hold it as I countone- two- three." Brack's commanding voice penetrated my thoughts. He sounded like he spoke through a funnel. Something in his instructions had me paying attention and doing what he said."Now out through your mouthone- two- three."It took several minutes for the roar to fade to a small whoosh. The heat from one of his hands rested against the base of my neck. Then I felt his fingers in my hair tilting my head back."You're okay. You suffer these often?"It to
The great senator from Texas huffed out a breath. I thought he would argue, but he didn't. He turned his pointed stare my way. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If I need to lock you away for your protection, that can be arranged. You will do what he says, when he says it."I thought this man had learned something about my stubbornness, but I guess I was wrong. "Yes, Daddy."He shook his head. "I'm not falling for the 'yes, Daddy' routine." He turned to Brack. "That means 'fuck off' in Olivia speak. When she's cooperating and you think you've won, handcuff her to you."Brack's quiet chuckle grated on my last nerve. I interrupted their he-man bonding moment, "I'm preparing for the French Open. I'm also over eighteen and there is no way you can bully me into being manhandled by Neanderthals. I can and will take care of myself."After a very short silence, Brack spoke up. "How many more people do you want dead because you won't cooperate?"I stared at him not believing h
"Come on, sleepyhead. Wake up."At some point in our trip, Brack had moved up front. It enabled me to splay across the backseat with my legs pulled up in a fetal position."You awake?" he asked.I sat up sleepily. "Yes, where are we?" It was no longer daylight."A small airport. We're taking off in about fifteen minutes and I thought you might want to use the bathroom and get a Coke and snacks out of the machine.""You didn't tell me we were flying anywhere." The whine entered my voice. What the hell was wrong with me?"You didn't ask, sunshine."Sunshine- even I knew that was a stretch. "You won't be so happy when I puke during the flight." I replied grumpily. "Me and air travel don't get along.""Hmm, that could be a problem. I'll make sure we have a plastic bag on board before takeoff," he replied with apparent humor. The moron obviously didn't believe me. He got out of the car and opened my door. "Time for you to get out. I need to get our bags into the plane. Mack checked
The shower was small and the water cool. It was heaven. I scrubbed with an old bar of soap and a clean washcloth I'd removed from a small basket on the only shelf in the bathroom. I washed until my skin was raw. I used soap to massage my scalp around the bandage and felt halfway human again. The only downside of being free of the grime was a lack of a razor. For some reason having a clean body made the stubbles on my body more irritating. Within another day or two I'd have monkey armpits to go with my hairy legs. The small personal grooming kit in my bag at least had shampoo, comb, lotion, toothbrush, and toothpaste. I brushed the fur from my teeth.Combing my hair was a little harder. If I had something to pull my hair back with, the bald spot most likely wouldn't show. No such luck and it would probably cause a more severe headache than I already suffered. My sudden sense of vanity needed to take a flying leap into the cold dark pit it had come from. I pulled an old familiar t-shirt
"What the fuck are you doing?" Brack's sharp green eye and blue eye almost popped out of his head."Sorry, honey, I didn't want to drip on the floor," I turned to the bathroom where I left my bag. I gave an exaggerated sway to my hips and peeked over my shoulder. Brack Jacobs was an ass man. He didn't so much as glance up as his eyes stayed glued to my butt cheeks. Score fifteen for me for breaking his shades. With one last hip sway, I closed the door behind me.There, take that you irritating sex god. I'd spent so much time in locker rooms that I wasn't particularly shy about my body. Having a stranger see my naked ass sticking out the back of a hospital gown was one thing. Seducing the man I wanted to fuckentirely another.After a quick shower, I dried off and donned another pair of shorts and t-shirt. I had one additional clean pair in the bag along with a pair of jeans. There were two bathing suits too. With no one around, I probably wouldn't bother with a suit. I needed to scre
Breakfast was incredible. It was the first real food I'd had since the attack. I no longer felt nauseous and my head didn't ache at all. I needed to train.Laying down my napkin, I looked into Brack's sexy eyes. "Will you object to me jogging on the shore after my food settles?""No jogging." He took a last bite of his food.My entire body tensed in anger. "You can't be serious. I need to train. You have no idea how far back these last few days have set me. I also need something to take my mind off sex. I'm a red-blooded American female with needs." I batted my baby blues for good measure. "I don't even have a vibrator for Christ's sake. If you don't want me humping your leg, I would suggest you change your mind about the running."I could tell he fought a smile when he bit his lip to stop it from forming. "Do you only think about sex?"This was fun. I lowered my voice to a sexy whisper. "I think about winning. I think about what it takes to win. And, I think about sex. I like sex
Without more than a few words between us, I followed him outside to the Jeep. The benefit of his shower was that he changed into shorts and I got to see his muscled legs for the first time. Every inch of this man was sexy. Even with all the muscle, he moved with the grace of a panthersleek and deadly. I wanted to ride his hips and force him to lose control. Hell, I wanted to lose control.He drove us back to the airplane and I wondered if he was crazy. If he took me on the plane, even for a short flight, I'd be in no shape to train."I need to back the plane out of the hangar. Stay out of the way," he ordered with barely a look in my direction.I grit my teeth but didn't ask questions and did as I was told. The engine engaged and the plane rolled out. I felt relief when he cut the engine. Brack then jumped down and removed a few things from a stowage compartment.No way!"Those are not tennis rackets." I looked at the short nubby things in horror."I don't play tennis," he replie
It took about ten minutes to adjust to the smaller court, racquet, and three walls. I had two distinct bruises on my left arm from taking solid hits that stung. Brack had several more than I did. He finally figured out I was aiming at his balls and protected them. He was smarter than his muscle-bound jock looks indicated.I was down by four, dripping sweat, and trying to keep my frustration under control. He was good and had obviously played for a while. I was better than this, though. No one had a backhand like I did. It didn't matter that this wasn't my game. I owned every court I walked onto.I made a perfect serve and Brack missed. Another serve and the battle was on. I scored again. Two down. Brack took my next point away and it was his serve. I jumped to the right and backhanded the ball. He missed. My serve.I shut him down after that and won the game.We both breathed heavily with him bent double. I wasn't a wimp. He had bulky muscle and probably didn't run as much as he sh