InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hijacked Honeymoon ❯ Chapter 20

Hijacked Honeymoon

 

Chapter 20

 

When Kagome didn't respond, they both began to walk through the woods again. Unlike their journey through the swamp, the path was even beneath their feet, the route clear. A pleasant breeze kept mosquitoes at bay, and a crescent moon overhead lit the way.

 

Shoving his confusion about Kagome from his mind, Sesshomaru tried to think rationally about her suggestion. However, the idea of her going back to Hojo rankled Sesshomaru on several levels. First, it was dangerous. She wasn't a trained operative and predicting Hojo's moves might be tricky. Second, several government agencies would have to be brought in and that upped the chances of a leak as well as increasing the danger. Third, Sesshomaru didn't like the idea of her going back and spending time with the man she'd almost married.

 

He hadn't had enough time with her yet to feel certain that she preferred him to the traitor. While he told himself this wasn't jealousy but prudent behaviour, in truth, he wasn't so sure. The idea of her spending time with Hojo irritated the hell out of him, and Sesshomaru told himself it was because he was almost certain Kincaid would approve of Kagome's suggestion. Kincaid usually favoured action reaction and would see the merit in her idea of forcing Hojo's hand.

 

Kagome had proposed a scenario that any intelligence would appreciate, yet she couldn't comprehend the kind of danger she might be placing herself in. these people didn't value their life the way Americans did. Terrorists often found humor in dying for their causes and considered any form of negotiation a weakness. With Kagome's father's invention, the West would eventually become independent of the oil from the Mid East—oil that had made that area of the world incredibly wealthy and raised those countries' levels of importance politically and economically.

 

Her father's invention would alter the balance of world power in favor of the United States. From a Middle-Eastern point of view, their very survival could depend upon squashing the invention and anyone who stood in their way. With her father protected within the bowels of a secret underground military facility, Kagome had become a pawn in a power game where the stakes were billions of dollars.

 

Even if the Shey Group stopped Hojo, his associates and the terrorists he worked with, unless they captured the leaders behind the scheme, Kagome would not be safe. But there was no better way to take the group down than by using her as bait. In many respects, she'd evaluated her situation with an accuracy that astonished Sesshomaru, and she was correct that whether she posed as bait or not, she would still be in danger.

 

If they sent her to Hojo, she would have to go in with no training. It world take years to teach her hand-to-hand fighting, weeks more to handle a gun with the proficiency needed to take out experts. And the nature of what would be required would mean she'd have to go alone.

 

Damn.

 

Sesshomaru didn't like it. So many things could go wrong. She could easily end up injured or hurt. He didn't want to lose her. She'd become important to him. He enjoyed spending time with her. And he wanted to get to know her much better.

 

That she'd made the suggestion to go to Hojo proved to Sesshomaru that she had courage. Since they'd met, she'd repeatedly proven she thought fast on her feet and could improvise when necessary. However, she'd also warned him that looking over her shoulder and running was wearing her down.

 

The path narrowed and forced then to walk single file, then once again it widened. He waited until she came up beside him before speaking what was on his mind.

 

“If you think the stress level is high now, it's going to escalate tenfold if we allow you to approach Hojo. Before I contact Kincaid, I want to know if you're certain this is what you want to do.”

 

“I don't want to go on as we have been. And you told me waiting was the hard part. I want the waiting to be over. Surely you understand that?”

 

“We won't be able to put someone inside the room with you and Hojo. We probably can't risk bugging it, either.” He explained. “Hojo has access to all the same equipment we do. What we can bug, he can debug.”

 

“I understand. But I also know that he doesn't intend to hurt me.”

 

Sesshomaru's gut churned. Hojo would keep her safe for as long as she was useful to him—and not one moment longer. “Don't kid yourself. If he intends to turn you over to terrorists, we can't guarantee your safety.”

 

“I know. But with my help, there's a much better chance of stopping him and getting all his people. Right?”

 

“Yeah. And once you go back to him, he may be so wary of blowing his cover that he does nothing at all—except set up for someone else to take. While we believe that Nate crashed the chopper and that Hojo had no idea what happened to you, we may never be certain.”

 

“But you'll be monitoring him and watching over me, right?” she insisted, as if not the least bit worried whether they could protect her. Either she had too much faith in him or she was ignorant of how complicated things could become.

 

“We'll watch, yes. But from a distance. If we come too close, we risk him catching on to what we're doing. And this is all hypothetical—until I speak to Kincaid.”

 

“You don't like my idea, do you?” she asked.

 

Sesshomaru was saved from having to answer as the path ended at a dirt road. Up ahead a man in a late-model four-wheel-drive pickup truck with a trailer attached to a hitch appeared to be waiting for them.

 

Sesshomaru approached and the man lit a cigarette. His face was wrinkled, his hair and beard were long and gray, and in his front pocket he had two pens, one green, the other red.

 

“Nice night for a ride.” Sesshomaru referred to the motorcycle on the trailer. As of yet, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to drive out in the truck or on the bike. He could handle either and Kincaid knew that from his file. However, when Sesshomaru leaned slightly forward, he saw two helmets on the front seat.

 

The old man handed them to him, then exited the truck. “There's a map and gear packed in the saddlebags. The fuel tank is topped off.” He unlocked the trailer, hopped into the truck's bed and rolled the bike to the dirt road. “She's all yours.”

 

“Thanks. Appreciate the help.”

 

the man tipped his cap, flicked his cigarette butt to the road, ground it out with the heel of his boot, kicked dirt over it, then ground it out some more. When he bent, retrieved the butt and placed it back into his pocket, Sesshomaru suspected the guy was ex-CIA. He might appear to be an old hippie, but his eyes were sharp and he surveyed the woods with a wary eye.

 

“There's two ways out of here if you stay on the road.” He jerked his thumb. “That'll take you out of state and into Mississippi.” He jerked his thumb at an angle. “That way goes upstate. If I didn't want anyone to find me, I'd ride over the hills. Lots of open farmland. A man could get himself real lost out here in a hurry.”

 

“Thanks.” Sesshomaru handed Kagome her helmet. He placed the other over his head and snapped down the clear visor. He didn't say which way he intended to go and the man didn't ask. Instead the guy got back into his truck and headed out.

 

Sesshomaru didn't climb onto that cycle until the truck's engine was just a hum in the distance. Although he suspected the man no more wanted to know hid direction than Sesshomaru wanted to have him know it, Sesshomaru was careful out of habit. If he'd intended to keep hiding, he would have headed for the hills, but he wanted to talk to Kincaid about sending Kagome back to Hojo.

 

If Kincaid approved her idea, he would have to take her home. And the idea made his heart heavy, his nerves ragged.

 

 

Sesshomaru steered the motorcycle back toward Canfield with trepidation that he tried to ignore. The idea of losing Kagome to Hojo sucked. But instead of dwelling on the negative, he forced positives into his mind.

 

He concentrated on the feel and freedom of cutting through the wind, of Kagome's hands around his waist. This could very well be their last night alone together, and he didn't want to spoil it with his doubts. He was determined to make the most of what they did have and enjoy every minute with Kagome and ensure she enjoyed him, too.

 

It was after midnight when he pulled into a bed-and-breakfast about fifty miles north of Canfield. The private room with a canopy king-size bed lent a romantic air to the décor and he hurried through necessary business.

 

While Kagome showered, Sesshomaru called Kincaid with her plan. Just as Sesshomaru had suspected, Kincaid saw the merit of her idea and okayed it on spot. He also informed Sesshomaru that Hojo had driven up to the Honeymoon Hotel after the witness had reported seeing Kagome there. His FBI team had found their abandoned vehicle and little else. So Hojo couldn't know for certain whether of not Kagome had been there. Then Kincaid had assured Sesshomaru he'd have a team in place to monitor and keep her safe by morning when they agreed she should phone Hojo. The two men went over details and agreed to touch base again before putting the plan into play the next day.

 

With business done, Sesshomaru entered the shower to find Kagome with a towel wrapped around her, staring into the mirror as if she'd never seen herself before. Coming up behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulders and kneaded tight muscles. “You okay?”

 

“I'm ready for this to be over.” She leaned back and let out a soft moan of appreciation as he massaged her.

 

“Anxious to be rid of me?” he teased.

 

“You know better.”

 

But did he? All he knew was that in the morning she was leaving him to return to Hojo, and he didn't like it one little bit. Knowing that she and Hojo had never made love only helped somewhat. Just the idea of her being in the traitor's presence annoyed Sesshomaru, making him realize that he'd come to care for Kagome more then he'd thought possible within such a short span of time.

 

Wanting to show her how much she meant to him, he reached for her comb, threaded it through her hair and worked out the tangles. He took his time, and when the task was done, he reached for the hair dryer, but she took it from him with a shaky smile. “I'l; dry while you shower.”

 

Sesshomaru gave up the blow-dryer, stepped into the shower, shampooed, soaped and shaved. When he stepped out again, he half expected her to be in bed, asleep. So when he saw her sitting on the bed, wrapped only in a towel, slowly applying lotion to her arms, his eyes widened with pleasure. Kagome had the long, graceful limbs of a ballet dancer. Toned, strong, yet utterly feminine, she captivated his as she poured body lotion into her palm and then smoothed it over her shoulder.

 

With a towel wrapped around his hips, he went over to her. She smelled of shampoo, toothpaste and the vanilla scent of lotion. “Can I do your back?”

 

“Sure.” Her gaze locked with his, igniting a fire in his gut as she offered him the lotion. She turned onto her stomach, her brown hair fanning across the pillow, and the towel splitting open at her side, taunting him with a peek of golden skin.

 

With one tug he pulled away the towel and marvelled at the perfection of her back, the soft curve of her shoulders, the smoothness of her delicate waist and the wonderful roundness of her bottom. Like a sensual feast spread out before him, she was tempting, tantalizing and, oh-so touchable that his mouth watered. Sitting beside her on the bed, he decided that before he was done, she would be wanting him as much as he wanted her.

 

“Sesshomaru?” her voice was low and husky, inviting.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Aren't you going to touch me?”

 

“There's so many enticing places that I'm deciding where to start.” He blew a breath of air behind her ear and onto her neck.

 

At his attention, the tiny hairs on her nape of her stood on end. “Oh…me.”

 

He blew air down her spine and over her bottom and watched her quiver in anticipation of his touch. “So do you have a preference?”

 

“Huh?” her voice was tight yet dreamy, as if she was having difficulty following the conversation.

 

“A preference where I should begin?”

 

she squirmed a little, then looked over he shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with desire. “Touch me, Sesshomaru. Anywhere you want.”

 

He grinned. “Now that's an invitation I intend to accept.” Sesshomaru turned the lotion upside down and gently squeezed out a few drops at a time. The lotion rained on her neck and shoulders, along her spine and the dimples at her hips. He shook out more lotion and let it dribble over her bottom, the insides of her thighs, the backs of her knees and the soles of her feet.

 

He had yet to touch her, but her breath grew ragged, and all his blood seemed to surge south. The pulse at her throat throbbed, and his fingers tingles with urge to smooth the lotion over her sleekly tanned skin. When he placed his hands so they spanned her waist, a muscle leaped beneath his palm. And when he skimmed his hands up her sides and allowed his fingertips to coast the rims of her breasts, she released a long, low sigh of appreciation.

 

The muscles in her back were taut from tension and the long motorcycle ride. But he wasn't as interested in easing sore muscles as he was in cheating a very different kind os stress.

 

He wanted her thinking about where and how he'd touch her next. He wanted her wanting him so much that she couldn't hold still, wanting him so much that she couldn't resist turning over and reaching for him, wanting him so much that she'd never forget what they had together.

 

He intended to lead her right to the edge, again and again, before he allowed her to take them both over. So as much as he wanted her right this moment, he held back to gibe them both more pleasure. If they were to have only this last night together, he wanted it to be one they would remember for the rest of their lives. And hopefully someday she'd understand exactly how much she meant to him. While she wasn't yet ready to hear his words, he could show her how he felt about her as he worshipped her body.

 

Sesshomaru slathered lotion all over her back, her bottom and over her skin was slick, the oil gleaming over every inch of her. Then slowly, beginning with her feet, he smoothed the lotion into her skin, letting her soak up the heat of his hands, the moisture of the lotion and the most of all the sensuality of his touch.

 

When her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides, he figured that his assault on her senses was attaining the desired results and applied himself with an eagerness that shook him. Determined to delay her pleasure, he realized his tactic was a two-edged sword, because she wasn't the omly one who had to hold back or who was suffering from the escalating heat. For both of them, touching her was sweet torture.

 

“Sesshomaru?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I want to turn over now.”

 

“And I want you to, but not yet.”

 

“But—“ she raised up on one elbow and peered over at him, her lips pouting with impatience.

 

At her movement, one knee bent and her thighs parted a bit more. Sesshomaru slipped his hand between her legs.

 

“Oh,” she murmured, “you don't plat fair.”

 

“Is that a complaint?” he asked, teasing her moist folds.

 

“Yes, damn you.” she wriggled. “Are you deliberately trying to make me insane?”

 

“Hey, if you can talk that well, I mush not be doing my job correctly.”

 

She giggled. “There's a correct way to do what you're doing right now?”

 

“Of course there is.” And he proceeded to show her.

 

 

“A/N what a perfect place to stop, don't you think, well you people probably don't think so but I do so HAHA!! See ya next time.