Rafael Martinez

“Do we have any updates?” I ask, glancing at Kyle and admiring the sunny day, the early summer visible through the panoramic windows overlooking the city behind him.

“Nothing. I don’t know who the hell these assholes have in their pockets, but it’s impressive. The encryption used in each of their activities is surreal, like the person created their own code, and from what I understand, the key to decrypt it changes from time to time.”

“Their audacity is becoming dangerous,” Seth adds in an irritated tone, drumming his fingers on the table.

“We need to end this as soon as possible; I don’t like thinking that she’s exposed,” I declare. The Hades’ Men headquarters is the only place where we can talk openly about the damned gifts Brooke keeps receiving. Contacting the police is such a laughable option that we don’t even waste time considering it. We have no proof, no concrete evidence linking the assholes we fired to them.

Silence settles as each of us gets lost in our own thoughts. The idea of standing by while waiting for a lead frustrates me; I need a target, a direction. A way to ensure the blonde’s safety.

But each day that passes, we end up hitting another dead end, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Well, if there’s one thing that staring at you guys isn’t going to do, it’s solve the problem,” I say, getting up. “So, I’m heading home to enjoy a much prettier face.” At least, if I’m with her, I can be sure that nothing will happen.

***

I get home and call out for Brooke, but I get no response, only the warm reception from the three guardians, and head to the garden.

As expected, there she is, as stunning as ever. Brooke is lying face down on a towel next to the pool, her blonde hair gathered in a bun on top of her head, wearing a lilac bikini that barely covers her round butt. A thin layer of sweat covers her skin, and I already want to taste her in my mouth. The desire and attraction I feel for her seem to grow each day. As if every minute I spend with her isn't enough, I always want more.

As soon as I open the door, she turns towards me, resting her face on one hand and flashing a radiant smile that lights up her face.

"I'm seeing you're making the most of Seth's afternoon classes," I tease.

"I couldn't waste this beautiful day," she retorts.

"And did you put on sunscreen?" I ask, walking over to her.

"Of course," she replies, nodding at the bottle next to her.

"That's a pity."

"You know, I read somewhere that you need to reapply every few hours," Brooke says, biting her lower lip.

"Oh, really? Is it time already?"

She turns her left wrist as if checking an imaginary watch.

"I think so." She hands me the tube and I kneel beside her.

I lean down to kiss her shoulder; the soft, sun-warmed skin is delicious.

"Raffi..." she says my name, and I swear there's no sound more delightful than this half-moan. I'm lying, hearing her scream with pleasure is always better, but this is a great second place.

"Okay, okay. I'm focused on the mission, babygirl."

I squeeze the sunscreen directly onto her back and watch her skin prickle. I start spreading the cream, making sure to massage her shoulders well; the soft moan she releases is an aphrodisiac that sends a direct command to my cock. I move my hands down her back, squeezing and massaging my way to her butt.

I spread a bit more sunscreen on each cheek, pressing the soft skin firmly. I move down her legs, being careful to cover all her skin. When I finish, I slide my fingers up her inner thighs, gliding with a touch as light as a feather, barely touching, just enough to make her shiver until I reach her bikini-covered sex and cover it with my hand, making her gasp.

"Turn over so I can do the other side," I ask, and she quickly complies.