Desert Sunrises ✓

Chapter 7

I help Rachel get them checked in while the guys help the staff unload the guests bags. "Passports, please." Rachel asks them in German. He hands her the passports, and she takes them, opening the drawer to reveal the room keys. We look at each other cluelessly before she passes them to me. "Thank you. She's going to photocopy these while I get you set up with rooms." she explains while I take the passports into the back to "make copies".

I go to the back office and Sammy is there. "Not now." I warn him as we wait a few seconds. I give him a pleading look. "Help me out here, please?" He smirks before cupping his hands and bringing them to his mouth, making a whirring noise not unsimilar to that of a real copy machine.

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The guests are all situated with their bungalows and are now sitting around the dining room for dinner. "I need you to stay here for now, until they clear out." I tell Rachel and she nods. "Once they're gone for the night, come join me." With that said, I head over to her room where she has the radio equipment set up. I flip the switch on, hearing the static coming through the speakers.

There's been nothing for an hour. Rachel has joined me at this point and I'm pacing her rom. "You need to calm down. They know what they're doing."

"Oh really? Is that why they ended up arrested the last time we were here." She was silent after that.

"Yacht One, Yacht One, taxis are on the way." We hear Buchanan say over the radio.

"Guys, you seeing this?" I hear Max say.

"Yeah, we see it. We're discussing." Sammy responds.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask Rachel.

"Jake, full speed ahead." I hear Ari's voice come through.

"Yacht One, what is the plan here?" Max asks.

"Radio silence, lights out." Ari responds.

"Radio silence... Radio silence... If Ari makes it back from this mission alive, I'll kill him."

"Yacht One, status report, please." Buchanan asks. "Yacht One for base?" But there's nothing on the end but silence. "Yacht One for base." Still nothing.

I'm crying at this point. "Did I lose them both tonight?"

"Yacht One, do you copy?"

"Yacht One?"

"Yacht One to base, we copy." Ari's voice fills the room. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Yacht One, what's your status? Why was there radio silence?" I hear Ethan ask. There's a pause before I hear Sammy.

"There's a... battery failure. Lesson learned."

"Copy that." Ethan says.

"You're dead when you get back here." I say into the radio. Rachel giggles behind me.

"Yes ma'am." Come four responses back through. I smirk, wiping my face clean of the tears.

"Base is on the way home, with the entire cargo. See you in a few days." Buchanan reports. Rachel and I squeal and hug each other.

An hour later we hear the trucks pulling back in and we run outside. I run straight for Ari, throwing my arms around him. He grunts, not ready for a full-body attack. "Oh, thank God you're all ok." He pauses before wrapping his arms around my waist. "Don't ever do that to me again. I don't give a fuck that you pissed off probably ever higher up in Mossad, you don't ever stop talking to me Ari."

He nods. "Yes ma'am." He says with a smile. I pull him by his hand to our room. Once inside I grab him by his belt loops, pulling him flush against my body as my lips capture his. He pauses, surprised, for only a moment before taking over and effortlessly picking me up and setting me on the dresser, coming to stand in between my legs.

I push his unbuttoned top off of his shoulders before grabbing his undershirt, untucking it and pulling it off of him, tossing it into a corner. He does the same to me, moaning softly at the sight of my exposed breasts.

I grab his belt, undoing the buckle blindly before removing that as well and pushing his pants off his waist and they pool around his ankles. He pushes my panties aside and runs a long finger up my slit before inserting it and finding the pace that I like. It's been 6 years since I've last been with him and it amazed me that he still knew just how to move to make me come apart around him.

He shoves down his boxers before slamming up into me. I moan out, I forgot how full he made me feel. Unlike with Sammy, Ari takes his time with me, thrusting in slow strokes, causing me to feel every part of him as he brought me to the edge and pulled me off that precipice time after time.

We fall back on the bed, exhausted. "I'm still mad at you." I whisper as I lay with my head on his chest. This is the closest we'd been while in this bed, each of us refusing to get close to the middle before.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not and honestly that should make me hate you, but I can't. It's physically impossible for me to do anything but love you at this point. And that makes me so angry." I say before rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

"There is nothing I want more than to make up for the fact that I walked away from you, not once but twice. If you'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

I sigh. "Ari, there's still so much that's keeping us apart. You have a wife and a daughter, and I shouldn't have let it go this far. Because at the end of this, you'll go home to them, and I'll go home to an empty apartment and throwing myself into more missions." I say before rolling over and falling asleep facing the wall.