Chapter 3
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They entered the music room together. Fouchon looked up and was instantly aware of what a good looking couple they made. Too bad, he thought. After tomorrow night's hunt, they were leaving the country and going to a new area to ply their trade. It was getting too risky here. After all they had been here for 2 years. The longest they had ever stayed in one place.
"Has she made her decision?" Fouchon asked Pik. "Yes, a former Green Beret. It ought to be a good match." Pik responded with his usual shrug. After reading the folder Pik held out, Fouchon replied, "Excellent, Casey. Very good choice"
The dinner bell sounded and Fouchon simply stated, "Shall we?"
To say the dinner was excellent was an understatement. The prime rib was rare (just the was Casey liked it), the baked potato was light and fluffy, the Julienne beans perfect, and the wine was divine! But the conversation was non-existent. Fouchon kept his eyes on the wine, Pik kept his on his plate, attacking the meat as if he were starving, and Casey, trying not to look at Pik, studied the Monet on the wall across from her. What Casey was unaware of was Fouchon studying her while still pretending to look at his wine. The strawberry cheesecake for dessert had to be the best that Casey had ever eaten.
When the meal was finished, she looked to her "host" and told him how very much she had enjoyed the meal. Fouchon made no comment as he rose from his chair, but as he started out the door of the dining room, he turned and said "There is a pool and Jacuzzi in back of the house, feel free to make use of them. Pik has business to attend to as do I."
"Go through the double French doors at the end of the hall, the pool is there, the controls for the Jacuzzi are already programmed to go on at 9pm. I must make preparations for tomorrow's hunt and will be back late. There is a TV in your room and a guide for the channels. Enjoy your evening. I'll see you in the morning." With that Pik strode out the front door and Casey was left standing alone.
As it was only 8:45 pm, Casey returned to her room to see what was on TV. She flipped through the channels and finally found a movie to watch. That's what she needed a good action film, "The Mummy" looked pretty interesting. The actor that played the High Priest Imhotep left Casey wanting Pik more than ever. They shared the same dark good looks. Both looked dangerous and both attracted her. Pacing her room was beginning to wear on Casey. She pulled out her bikini that she had packed at the last minute and decided to go use the Jacuzzi. Maybe it would relax her enough that she could go to sleep.
The door to the music room was still shut, but there was no sound coming from it now. She walked quietly to the French doors and out to the patio. The Jacuzzi was on and the water was hot, just the way she liked it. Funny, she thought, everything here was just the way she liked it. Dropping her robe on the chair, she climbed in and settled back for a nice relaxing soak. Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander, a small smile forming on her lips. From the shadows he watched her, he had just returned from arranging the quarry for tomorrow. It had gone well and he was pleased. But not as pleased as he was when he saw Casey sitting in the Jacuzzi up to her slender neck.
Without a sound, he approached the tub and kicked off his shoes. That small sound brought Casey instantly alert. Her eyes flew open and landed directly on Pik. "Mind if I join you? He asked. "No it's your Jacuzzi" she replied. He turned away from her to remove his shirt. As her shrugged out of it, Casey's eyes widened. Not at the sight of the magnificent back that was being presented to her, but to the 2" diameter scar that was on his left shoulder. A scar that could only come from one thing, a large caliber bullet. Pik slowly turned around, knowing that Casey would have to see the scar on his back, to expose the smaller scar in the corresponding place on his chest. Their eyes met. She didn't know what to say. Dropping his pants, Pik climbed into the soothing water. Casey hadn't noticed that he still had his black bikini briefs on. She was still looking at his face and back to the scar. Finally she reached out and touched it. So gently it felt like a feather. "How?" was all she said.
"Two years ago, one of the quarries won. He killed the client, shot 4 of my men, and finally shot me. I know he was wounded. Fouchon shot him, twice I think. I was going after him to finish him, but then after he shot my men, I decided to let him go. It was then he came out of nowhere and shot me. He disappeared. I managed to make it back to the mansion. It took months to heal."
Casey could only look at the man that she had blamed for the killing of her friend. Emotions flooded though her system. Relief, anger, and lust. Pik saw the flood and could not make out all the emotions except the last, lust. The same emotion that he felt for Casey the minute he laid eyes on her. Slowly he crossed the distance between them, placing his arms on both sides of her body. Finally, his mouth was only inches away. Casey could take no more.
She closed the gap between them. Her lips touching his, slowing opening her mouth to let his prying tongue ravish her mouth. Her arms wound their way around his neck drawing him nearer still. Pik decided that he did not want to make love to Casey in the Jacuzzi, but up in the proper place. A nice big bed, and the bed in her room was the perfect place. Slowing he got her standing without breaking the kiss that was consuming them both. A cool breeze on her skin brought Casey out of her trance. "Let's go to your room." Pik whispered. Not wanting to let go even for a moment, both climbed out of the water. Pik took her by the hand and led her to the back stairs leading to the upper balcony. Once there, they entered her room. Wet briefs, wet swimsuit, and wet towels soon littered the floor.
The two lovers fell onto the bed. Arms and legs entwined. Pik, who had prided himself on being a very skilled lover, slowly began his move down her body. Tasting every inch of Casey's luscious body. Her nipples were erect and responded to his sucking. Casey was going out of her mind. She reached to touch him and Pik stopped her progress. "Not yet, let me satisfy you first." All Casey could do was moan, which brought a smug smile to Pik's handsome face. He licked her ribs and flat belly. Moving lower to the core of her womanhood. He parted her thighs and without missing a beat, started to lick and suck on her clitoris. It was all Casey could do to keep from screaming. She couldn't take not touching him any longer. With a quick move, she took his very erect penis into her mouth and now it was Pik's turn to moan. He took his place back between her legs and both continued with their respective actions. Casey was the first to climax, her nails digging into Pik's taut butt. Went her climax started to subside, Pik quickly flipped her around and entered her in one quick action. Had he not, then he would have cum in her mouth. He had never been that close to loosing control with anyone in his life. In their passionate lovemaking, one thing was forgotten. The condom that Pik had always been so careful to use was still in his pants pocket. The one that Casey had always kept for "just in case" was still in her bag on the nightstand. They fell asleep relaxed in each other's arms.
Close to dawn, Pik woke up and was at first startled by where he was. Then he felt Casey's warm butt up against him and her breast resting in his hand. Instantly, he was hard again. Kissing the back of her neck, he began to fondle her breast. Brushing the nipple that was now as hard as he was. He was surprised when Casey suddenly rolled over forcing him onto his back. With one quick movement, she was mounted on him. Staring at him with a mischievous grin. This time she would be in control. She reached her arms out and placed her hands on each side of his head. Lowering her breasts for easy reach of his mouth. Pik needed no encouragement. He began sucking on each nipple. Her hips matched his, bucking wildly. Soon both were headed for an earth-shattering climax. Casey could feel Pik's penis convulsing within her. It felt so good. So right. She leaned down and kissed him.
"Good morning" she said. "It is now" he replied. She rolled off, but Pik was not ready to let go yet. He knew their time together was short and he wanted to savor every minute. Finally, he could postpone it no longer. "Casey, I have to go to my room. And you have to take a shower. It's going to be a long day. I'll meet you for breakfast in 30 minutes."
Casey knew Pik was right. It was going to be a long day and a longer night, now that she knew the truth. What was she going to do now? Fouchon still killed her friend, Joey. But Pik didn't. In fact he had wanted to help…Casey decided that she was still going to go through with the hunt and to kill Fouchon. But where would that leave her with Pik and what would he do to her? He was a professional. He would not let her just kill Fouchon without doing something.
Pik was having the same problems. He knew that Casey was planning on killing Fouchon. He had found out about Joey by accident. He had made numerous inquiries about Joey and had traced him to the same area that Casey lived in. From there he had found out that Joey and Casey had been friends for years and it had been Casey who had paid for Joey's funeral. Putting 2 and 2 together, he easily finished the plot. But what about him? Pik didn't think that Casey intended to kill him. Especially after last night, but what was he going to do when she tried to kill Fouchon? Would he turn his back and let her or try to stop her, knowing that Fouchon would then kill her.
Pik decided that he would let Casey do what she needed to do and try to protect her if he could. Without, hopefully, getting himself killed.