Mr. Curtis woke up, with Ms. Fox still cradled in his arms. The sun was rising and peeking through the wooded mountains and the large, tall windows of their cabin. He looked at her a moment and watched her sleep. He began to feel his shoulder’s wound aching, so he let his still-sleepy mind begin to play back the events of the night before…….
……… They had arrived at the cabin in the mountains not quite a full hour ago, and were now sitting in front of a warm fire with supplies laid out to take care of Mr. Curtis’ shoulder wound; the bullet still lodged inside. He opened the whiskey bottle, and didn’t even bother to pour a glass for himself. He took two swigs straight from the bottle, exhaling loudly, his eyes squinting some as he looked at her. He poured some into a glass, and slid it towards Ms. Fox.
“So…. Give it to me straight. Who the hell are you, really?”
Ms. Fox didn’t look at him. She picked up the liquid truth and took a swig before picking up the rubbing alcohol and some clean cloth. She then moved along on her knees towards him, dumping some of the disinfectant onto the cloth. Mr. Curtis was sitting shirtless on a footstool, and she came up between his legs, already aiming the cloth for his shoulder as she placed the bottle down. She reached back, taking another swig of the whiskey for courage. Looking him in the eyes, she applied the disinfectant to his wound, spoke at the same time it touched him.
“My Grandfather is the Marqué del Stry,” she stopped to see if that name registered.
He winced at the touch of the disinfectant. Growling also, but not so loud as he listened to Ms. Fox and tried to swallow what she just said. “As in, the Stry’s that founded, and made money, off of the Spanish wars? The same Stry who’s the head of the Spanish cartel?” He inhaled and let out a “Fuck!” That suddenly explained the photos that Ms. Burke had passed him in an envelope over a month ago. It’s why he was packing heat anywhere Ms. Fox and him went lately.
The photos that Ms. Burke gave him were obviously taken by a private eye, and the card inside confirmed the mark was Ms. Fox. Mr. Curtis hadn’t slept well since he received those photos. It all flashed in his memory quickly as she cleaned the sight of his wound, preparing to dislodge the bullet inside. “That means the man we stole from… The men I just killed back there…..” He just nodded. It all made sense. Thank God he trusted his instincts when he came around the corner in that castle and stepped back quickly. He watched three men nod to each other and begin to head for the room Ms. Fox was in, but that’s when he turned the corner and shot two succinct kill shots. The third man was hit, but managed to shoot at Mr. Curtis as he went down, just before another round was fired by Mr. Curtis’ gun.
Ms. Fox had turned her eyes away, rinsing the cloth while he took another few swigs of whiskey, and continued. “My father died when I was 15, and my uncle, Eleuterio Mînguez, thought that he would be next in line to inherit the family fortune, but my grandfather has always liked me and, even though I am the only child of my fathers, and a female. My grandfather declared that I would have the inheritance. It made my uncle very upset that he was delegated to the end the line. If I was gone, with no more heirs in my fathers line, then the money would be his. Attempts were made on my life and my mothers that caused a war between the two. My father had trusted friends in the States and my mother sent me over there to keep me safe.”
Mr. Curtis yelled as she used tweezers to pull the bullet out. It was lodged pretty deep. The whiskey helped but it wasn’t enough. Nearly 8 shots and he still felt it as if he were sober. However, once she held the bullet between the tweezers, he looked at her, feeling the whiskey, the pain, the adrenaline, the exhaustion and the loss of blood since being shot… All of it hitting him and he passed out.
Ms. Fox grabbed him quickly and laid him as gently as she could on the floor. She sighed and went to work stitching up the wound. Mr. Curtis wasn’t out long, because suddenly his hand was over hers. He looked up at her, his expression soft, and simply said, “Mason.”
He shivered and she felt his chest and then forehead. He felt cold. “What?” She looked slightly confused after her obvious concern.
“My name…. My name is Mason.” He winced as she knotted the last stitch, closing the wound up completely. She looked down at him, watching his complexion wane some and worry etched her face.
“Noa .” She smiled quickly as she began to unzip the back of her dress. His manners kicked in like a reflex, and he turned his face away.
“That’s pretty.” He felt very still… He didn’t want to move. The pain was finally ebbing and he took in a deep breath, realizing he was cold for the first time. Suddenly, he felt her…. He felt her move her body over his and lay down over him carefully, not wanting to cause any strain or pull on the wound site. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh… You need warmth. This is the best way.”
“I’ll say….” She was laying over him, but she had at least grabbed the sheet off of the bed to put between them. He felt her smile, and his arm instinctively went around her back, stroking up and down. They stay there in silence for a time, taking in the heat from the fire and their bodies. His mind was thinking of a bunch of questions though. “How did you become a thief? With what’s going on in your family wouldn’t it had been wiser to stay away?”
“It just happened,” Noa answered. “The family I was with was attacked a few years after I got there and I ran.” She felt a tad uneasy as she recalled the old memories. She drew in a slightly shaky breath. Fear was etched into her voice. “And now I’ve got you into this mess. They’ll be coming after you too. I’m such a —”
Mason cupped her cheek in his hand, and carefully rolled them over, leaning on his good shoulder. He cut her off with the sudden move and looked down at her. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Shh…” Mason said, his thumb caressing her cheek. He felt more for this woman than he imagined. His eyes traveled along her body and he shook his head slowly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Before he knew it, he was leaning into her and crushed his lips to hers. He felt her arms go around him; her fingers sliding up into his hair as he pressed his body down onto her, letting a low growl escape his lips and into their kiss. The hand that was cupping her cheek was on the back of her neck now, holding her as he pulled back and looked down into her eyes.
They were both breathing harder, eyes searching each other’s before Noa pulled him back down to her lips and slid her tongue between his teeth. Mason bit down on her lip before he moved lower, kissing under her chin and down her neck towards her collar bone. The sheet began to slide down as he moved lower……
……………… Mason turned to look at her as she stirred next to him, which made him smile softly. “Good morning ma’am.”
Noa stretched, opening her eyes slowly and smiled up at him. “Good morning. How is your shoulder?”
“It’s there….,” he replied. He had a wicked thought and sat them both up, rolling over her and grinning as she squealed and caught the sheet, pulling it back up on her. He leaned in behind her, kissing her shoulder and nipped at her ear, growling…. “I better….. Mmmm We need coffee. And we need to leave. If I stay here…..,” he trailed off and snatched his robe up, carefully pulling it around him and went to make coffee.
Mason was standing on the back deck of the cabin when he heard her call him. “Mason?” He turned to walk in, but stopped in the doorway, leaning gently against the doorframe, struck by the way the light was hitting her.
She was looking down at the book in her hand. “We have the book. What do you suppose we do now?” When Noa looked up at him, she blushed. Mason had a small smile on his lips, and the way he was looking at her…. “I just…. I want to be careful.” She watched him set his coffee mug down and moved to close the distance between them. She kept her eyes on his, and eventually grinned up at him, “I thought we needed to get ready to leave?”
His hands went around her waist as he walked her backwards until she hit the bed and fell backwards. “We’ll leave soon… ,” he said as he moved over her body again.
Noa couldn’t stop the mirth that escaped past her lips as she scrambled to keep a hold of the sheet that fell from her hand when she hit the bed. “They will come after us,” though she wasn’t being discouraging, as she pushed back on the bed.
Mason crawled over her again, yanking the sheet away from her grip and tossing it beside them. “Then maybe the moans and screaming you make will need to sound more like torture than……,” he trailed off with a grin on his lips. He moved down on her neck again, and reached for her arms. He pushed them up above her head and held her down as he pushed his body against her, biting her neck. She’d need to work on sounding more convincing.
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