Time pirate 6, p.15
Time Pirate 6, page 15
“Will do,” I agreed.
“Maybe leave the watch unprotected for tonight,” Andreev suggested. “Val will just assume the times it couldn’t be detected were because you were time traveling.”
“That makes sense,” I said. “Artyom still has the box in his lab anyway. I can collect it tomorrow before we leave.”
Andreev nodded and then walked out of the room. Our meeting was apparently at an end, which meant I had plenty of free time on my hands.
I thought about returning to the MOUT course, but if I was heading to Russia again in the morning, then what I really wanted was some time with my ladies. So, I walked back to the elevator instead and took it back to the surface.
The Genesis was waiting for me as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, and I nodded to the Mongolian who was loitering in the shadows as I walked to the car. The engine didn’t purr like the one in the Volvo, but the car still raced across town faster than most of the other vehicles on the road.
By the time I made it back to our hideout, my stomach was starting to growl, and I realized I hadn’t eaten much after breakfast. I decided I was ready for an early dinner and then a night of fun, but when I bounced into the living room, there was no one around.
“Hello?” I called out.
“Oh, Frankie!” Emily called from one of the bedrooms.
The buxom blonde appeared in the hallway a moment later, and when she confirmed it was me and that I was alone, she ran over and threw her arms around my neck. We enjoyed a long kiss, and when we finally stepped back, we were both out of breath.
“Wow,” I chuckled. “That was some greeting.”
“Sorry,” she sighed. “I was just getting bored here on my own.”
“On your own?” I asked. “What happened to Joan and Flora?”
“Flora had to meet a client,” the blonde replied. “Something about signatures, but I wasn’t paying much attention. Flora called someone to come pick them up.”
“Weren’t you and Joan supposed to be working on the store?” I asked.
“We were,” Emily agreed. “And the auctions are going well. But since Flora had to leave, Joan decided to take the new items to Lance’s friend.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t go with them,” I said as I gently pulled the blonde toward the kitchen.
“I was going to,” she said and then bounced on her feet a couple of times. “But then I realized I could have some time alone with you, if you made it back before they did.”
“Ah, aren’t you clever,” I said and kissed her on the lips again.
Our romantic moment was interrupted by the sound of my growling stomach again, and Emily laughed.
“I guess I should feed you first,” she said and then pulled away from my grasp to open the refrigerator. “Let’s see what we can make…”
Thirty minutes later, we both had a bowl of shrimp scampi over angel hair pasta and a beer to wash it down. We plopped down on the sofa and watched an old cop show from the eighties while we ate, and once we were done, we left our dirty dishes in the sink and headed back to Emily’s room.
The time traveler’s bedroom had pink and green striped walls, a very furry shag carpet that was really soft on my feet, and a canopy bed with a pink floral bedspread and matching canopy. There were also six small pillows on the bed along with the two for actually sleeping, though we knocked those onto the floor quickly.
“So you wanted some alone time,” I said as I snuck my hand under her shirt and started to rub my thumb on one of her nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she said and arched her back. “It’s been too long.”
“Well, I really wouldn’t want to disappoint any of my ladies,” I murmured.
“You never do, Frankie,” she sighed happily.
When I started to tug at her t-shirt, she lifted her arms over her head so I could pull it all the way off, and once that was done, she reached behind her back to undo the bra she was wearing.
Her large breasts bobbed in front of my face, and I could see that her nipples were already erect. I ran my tongue across one, and the blonde’s head fell back as she groaned.
My erection had already been at half-mast, but now it was bulging against my jeans. The hard fabric was like a tease as my blood flowed south, and I could feel the familiar tightness in my groin as the muscles started to pull in.
“You know what I like, Frankie,” she said as I licked the other nipple.
“I have a good idea.” I smirked against her breast.
I unzipped her jeans next, though she had to actually shimmy out of those on her own. She had to stand up to do it, and once they were around her ankles, she kicked them into the corner of the room and stood there in her pink panties for a moment.
Then she gave me a shy smile and slowly started to remove her panties. She moved them down just an inch or so, and she let them linger there for a moment. When she started to push them again, she began to bend over so I could see the top of her breasts as she worked. The D-cups swayed as she moved, and I found that I couldn’t draw my eyes away.
When she stood up again, I let myself drink in the view for a few minutes. Her skin looked golden in the warm light, and her messy hair formed a halo around her head. Her legs were still toned from her years of horseback riding, and her flat stomach would be the envy of actresses everywhere. Her blue eyes sparkled, even as she gave me a shy glance, and a faint hint of pink appeared on her cheeks as she waited for me to say something.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Always,” I replied and then grabbed her around the waist.
She squealed happily as I dropped her onto the bed, but when all I did was lean over her, she pouted and then wrapped one arm around my neck and her other hand in my hair. She pulled me toward her, and a moment later, we were locked in another long, wet kiss.
Our tongues twined around each other, and I could taste fresh garlic and tarragon as I explored her mouth, but beneath that was the soft flower tones that I knew were all Emily. When she pulled back to gasp for air, I let my lips slide down to her neck, where I traced the curve all the way down to her breasts. I rubbed her nipples again, and when she moaned and melted back into the mattress, I started to kiss my way down her torso while my fingers worked at her breasts.
By the time I reached her pussy, the blonde had spread her legs as far apart as she could, and her juices were already dripping along the edge. Her hands knotted into my hair, and when I hovered over her for a moment, she arched her back so she could stay close to my heat.
I slid one finger inside of her, and she pushed herself even lower until I could feel her entrance against my knuckle. She was warm and wet, and she groaned miserably when I pulled my finger out.
“Frankkkkiiiieeee,” she wailed and looked up at me with a pout.
“Hold on.” I grinned as I sat back, and then I started to pull my shirt off.
“Oh, yay!” she cheered and suddenly sat up.
She actually ripped my shirt along one seam in her rush to get it off, but once she did, she ran her hands along my chest until I groaned, and then she started to lick my pecs.
My erection was begging to be set free, so I tugged at the zipper on my jeans. But my fingers suddenly seemed too big for the task, and I fumbled with the piece of metal.
“Let me,” Emily purred as she pushed my hand away.
Her delicate fingers managed to undo the zipper despite my erection. She grinned as soon as she saw it, and she ran her hand along its length before she started to pull my jeans all the way off.
My erection expanded like a balloon as soon as it was free, but that did nothing to relieve the pressure in my groin. The knot was so tight that I was nearly doubled over by the time Emily collapsed onto the bed again.
“Fraaaaannnkkkkkiiie,” she cooed.
Her hand found the tip of my erection, and she started to rub it between her thumb and forefinger. The friction sent a burst of electricity up my spine, and it was my turn to moan as I buried my head in a pillow.
“You’re a bad girl,” I said when she pulled back.
“Maybe you should punish me,” she said and licked her lips.
I grinned, and then I pushed her back onto the mattress. When she giggled, I flipped her onto her stomach and spanked her perfect rump.
“Ouch!” she protested, though she giggled again and then wiggled her butt.
“Oh, I’m not done yet,” I said and smacked her again.
“You did say I was bad,” she reminded me as she peered over her shoulder.
I gave her one more slap, and then I put two fingers inside her pussy again. This time, I felt her clench around me, and she started to shake as I let my fingers slide back and forth.
When she was quivering so hard that she started to pant, I pulled my fingers out and let my dick trace along the rim of her entrance. She groaned so hard the bed seemed to vibrate, and then she lifted her ass in the air.
I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, so I plunged inside her. My erection was immediately soaked in her juices, and her muscles clamped around me so hard that I had to lean forward.
“Fuuuuccck!” I shouted as I started to pump in and out.
“Yes, fucccckkkk!” she shouted back.
When she started to scream, I finally unleashed my semen. I felt the knot start to unwind as the stream filled her up, but I kept pumping until I was completely empty. I felt her shake one last time, and she pushed back until she was against my balls. She spasmed, and then she slowly sank to the bed.
“Ohhhhh,” she sighed.
She turned her head until she could see over her shoulder, and she gave me a sly smile.
“That’s my Frankie,” she said. “Keeping me in line.”
I gave her a softer slap on her now red rear end, and then I sank onto the bed next to her. The blonde turned on her side so she could bury her head against my shoulder, and her golden locks spread across my chest.
“Sometimes, it’s really nice to have some alone time,” she murmured.
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
Not long after that, my eyelids started to flutter. I told myself I should get up and head to my own bed since Ivan would probably call me early, but I was so warm, and my muscles really didn’t feel like moving any more. I let my eyelids close, and I fell asleep with the scent of Emily’s rose shampoo in my nostrils.
At some point, I registered that a phone was ringing, though it took my eyes a moment to open. We’d left the light on low, so at least I could see where I was, but it took me a few more seconds to realize the ringing was coming from the floor.
The ringtone went silent for a moment, so I rolled over, but then it started again.
“Crap,” I muttered when I realized who it probably was.
I rolled off the bed and went to find my pants. I followed the sound to a pile on the floor, and though I had to fumble through the pockets, I finally found my phone. When I checked the screen, I saw it was Ivan.
“It’s early,” I groaned by way of a greeting.
“Not in Siberia!” Ivan bellowed. “Time to go, Frankie! Mother Russia is calling!”
Chapter 9
Ivan insisted I didn’t need to pack anything, so I kissed a very drowsy Emily on the forehead, cleaned up, and peeked in the other bedrooms as I headed back to the barn. Flora and Joan were still sound asleep, so I snuck to the kitchen, grabbed a fruit yogurt cup from the fridge, and then found a scrap of paper and a pen. I scribbled a quick note to let them know I’d gotten the call to head to Russia and that I would see them in a few days. After a moment’s thought, I suggested they get in touch with Ivan about getting a second car, and then I headed to the barn.
I figured the yogurt would at least get me into the city, which it did, but I was ready for a coffee and something warm by the time I made it to the other side of the river. So, I went through a McDonald’s drive-through and picked up a still steaming cup of coffee and an Egg McMuffin, which I gobbled down while I waited at a couple of red lights.
The sun was just coming up when I finally parked in front of the building, but Ivan was already waiting for me by the elevator. He looked excited, which seemed odd since as far as I knew the burly man wasn’t coming on the mission, but once we were in the elevator, I understood.
“I’m so jealous,” Ivan declared. “Lake Baikal is most beautiful lake!”
“You’ve been there?” I asked.
“Several times,” Ivan replied and then winked. “Svetlana loves it.”
“So it’s romantic?” I chuckled.
“Can be.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. “Many families there as well. Lots to do. But you should take time to just look. You never see anything like it.”
“I looked at some of the pictures online,” I said. “And I read about the island. It was really impressive.”
“Photos don’t do it justice,” he scoffed as he waved a hand.
We reached the floor for the labs by then, and we squeezed past a guy pushing a cart full of boxes who was waiting impatiently for the elevator. Ivan shook his head at the man’s rudeness, but he still gave the man a slap on the back as he walked by.
“So why such an early start?” I asked around a yawn. “I mean, if we’re taking the teleporter…”
“Teleporter is only first step,” Ivan explained. “Can’t teleport directly to island, or Bad Guys will find you and kill you before you have time to move.”
“So they can track teleporters too?” I asked.
“Svetlana can explain,” Ivan said. “But range is… limited. If you show up too close to their own system, though, they know you’re there.”
“Ah, okay,” I said. “So how do we get there?”
“You will take train to start,” Ivan explained. “Train will take you to Irkutsk. From there, you take bus and then ferry.”
“That sounds like a lot,” I mused. “There isn’t a flight?”
“You need to look like tourists,” he insisted. “Also, Val will be watching airports.”
“But not the trains?” I asked in surprise.
“Trains, too, but trains don’t require IDs,” he said.
“Ah, got it.” I nodded and then looked at the big Russian. “Don’t the Good Guys know how to make decent fake IDs? I know a guy--”
“Frankie, Frankie,” Ivan sighed and shook his head. “Of course we do. But ID information will be entered into system, and information will go out to Val and others who are watching. Maybe they catch it, maybe not, but why take chance? Go with train, where no one pays attention.”
“So who’s my partner for this?” I asked.
“Someone in other base,” he said with a shrug.
He entered the code for the lab and then held the door open for me. Svetlana and Artyom were both there, though they looked like they’d been pulled out of bed as well. Svetlana smothered a yawn before she smiled at her husband, and Artyom didn’t even bother to look at anyone else in the room while he fiddled with the controls for the teleporter.
“Um, do you have any clothes for me?” I asked as I looked around. “And I’ll need the box for the watch.”
“They’ll have something for you to wear on the other side,” Svetlana replied. “And here…”
She walked over to one of the shelves and sorted through the collection. When she walked back to me, she had the small gray box in her hands.
“Well, here goes,” I said as I pressed the small indent.
The box lid opened, and I carefully placed the watch inside. I gazed at the small device for a moment, and then I closed the box and stuffed it in my usual pocket.
“Come on, boy,” Artyom huffed. “I didn’t get up this early just to listen to you three talk.”
I rolled my eyes as I stepped toward the teleporter, and once I was locked inside, I waved to Ivan, who gave me a thumbs up. A moment later, I closed my eyes as a bright flash filled the plastic box, and when the stars faded from the back of my eyelids, I opened my eyes and saw I was back in the lab in Russia.
“Welcome, Frankie,” Inessa said with a smile. “It’s good to have you back.”
“It’s good to be back,” I replied in Russian and then shook hands with Luka and Vadik.
“We have a bag packed for you,” Vadik said, and he picked up a small pile of clothes and a pair of boots. “And we have these for you to wear today. Everything is typical Russian clothing, toiletries, and other travel items, so no one will think you’re American just by looking at you.”
“Well…” Luka began and then shrugged. “It’s not too hard to figure out.”
“Ignore him,” Vadik said as he flapped a dismissive hand. “He’s just disappointed he’s not going.”
Luka huffed, but he didn’t disagree with the handsome blond.
“You don’t keep up your training,” Inessa said to the other scientist. “If you would just go to the training, you could go on a mission.”
“I like the lab,” Luka insisted.
This was clearly an old argument between the three, so I took the clothes and headed toward the bathroom where I could change. My new outfit wasn’t very different from my old one, though my jeans were now some brand I’d never heard of, and the long-sleeved tee featured a bear drinking a large mug of beer. There was a well-worn leather jacket with a fur collar and a rumpled cloth hat that wasn’t exactly a baseball cap, but maybe a close cousin.
I shrugged at the strangely familiar image in the mirror, and then I tucked the watch into a hidden pocket on the inside of the pants. I thought about taking my cell phone as well, but since Val knew my number, that seemed like a bad idea. I sighed and set it on top of the neat pile of clothes that I carried back to the lab.
When I stepped through the door, I saw Inessa had changed as well, so at least I knew who my travel companion would be. The sultry Russian was now wearing jeans, a tight sweater, and a dark leather jacket. She also held one of those big puffball fur hats that always reminded me of a giant tribble but somehow managed to look sexy on the right woman.
“I guess this means Inessa is making the trip with me.” I smirked.
