Double Trouble (Available on Amazon)

Chapter One

It had been an extremely eventful day. The weather was cold, the sky dark and a thunder storm sat loomed on the horizon. Christine had decided to get her run in early. Her treadmill at home had died from over use during the week and was in being repaired. She ran fast to keep warm and finish before the storm hit. She'd been on leave from work for a few days now and she missed it immensely. She'd had so much annual leave, she had been forced to take holidays.
"Chrissy, you need to take a break. Go on a holiday. Sit on a beach. Read a book. But you can't just keep working like this. You need a life other than work."
Christine had looked confused at first.
"Did I do something wrong? I don't want to go on leave."
"You have to. You have three months owing to you. I don't want to see you back here during those three months."
"But what will I do?" She'd asked.
"Go to a tropical island, get drunk, find a boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever it is that you're into, but you need a break from here." The boss had been adamant. She was not to return to work for three months. She had gone home and sat on the couch looking around. What on earth was she going to do? Her job was her life, her passion. She had no family, no boyfriend, no girlfriends, and no pets. She just didn't have time for those trivial things. It had always just been her. She walked around her apartment thinking.
A holiday, what do people do on holidays? She asked herself. Christine walked into the kitchen and turned on the kettle for a coffee, then turned on her computer and headed back to the kitchen to make her coffee while her computer booted up.

She sat at her desk with her coffee and a couple of saladas with cheese and vegemite and typed into google, 'holiday destinations'. Vegas, Europe, Cook Islands popped up on the screen in front of her. Christine shook her head. She had no idea where she wanted to go. She switched to images, and pictures of the most beautiful, exotic pools and beaches filled her screen. She scanned through them, clicking on the pictures she liked most. Thailand, Maldives, Fiji, Greek islands, it all looked so beautiful yet terrifying. She'd never been overseas and didn't even own a passport, and even though these destinations looked amazing, it was just too far away for her first holiday. Christine typed in 'tropical islands Australia'. She pressed on Queensland Islands and a list came up. Lizard island, Magnetic island, Hamilton island, and Daydream island. All these islands looked beautiful; however Daydream Island Resort & Spa sounded more like her thing. Before she knew it, she had booked the Coral Ocean Balcony Room, which boasted of uninterrupted ocean views of the magical Whitsunday's. Six weeks on this island and she would be either completely relaxed or completely bored, but with the list of activities they offered, she doubted it. At least she'd be tanned.

Little droplets of rain started to fall so Christine decided to take a short cut through the underground carpark. Just as she entered, she heard yelling. She stopped and looked around. She couldn't see anything. She started to run again, this time a little slower. A guy in a leather jacket ran across her field of vision. It all unfolded rather slowly in front of her eyes like a slow motion picture. Leather jacket was running across the carpark, followed by two other men. One of the men stopped and pointed his gun at leather jacket. Before she knew it, instinct had kicked in and she had started to run towards the gunman yelling at him. He turned shocked to see someone else there and fell backwards just as the gun went off. Christine felt a burning sensation in her arm as she watched the shock on the two men's faces. They both turn tailed and bolted out of the carpark.
"Ah fuck." She moaned as she looked at her left arm. Blood was gushing out of it from a bullet wound and she fell to her knees. She'd never been shot before not even in the line of duty and was not normally queasy when it came to the sight of blood, except when she saw this much blood coming from her. She felt faint and started to fall, just as two strong arms reached out and caught her.
"Oh shit. Don't worry, I'll help you." She heard in the distance as everything went black.

His heart was pounding. The woman had come from nowhere and practically saved his life. What on earth was she thinking? He had lifted her in his arms and raced to the stairs in the carpark and back to his room with her, placing her on the bed. He'd quickly taken off her jacket and long sleeve top and thrown it aside as he grabbed his first aid kit. He switched the kettle on and grabbed a mug. He put the tip of the artery forceps in the mug and poured the boiling water in to sterilize them. He threw gloves on and came back to the bed with the mug. He was glad she was out for this. He worked quickly removing the bullet from her arm with the forceps. He pulled out the XStat syringe and injected it straight into the wound. The tiny tablet like sponges expanded immediately and stopped the bleeding till she was able to get to a hospital. He then applied a pressure bandage to the wound. She would still need to get to a hospital, but unfortunately, he couldn't take her there on his motorbike with her in this state. He looked at her as he waited for her to come to. She was beautiful, but in a different way to what he was used to. Her long auburn ponytail fell over her shoulder and her body was lean and athletic. Even in a sports bra, her breasts looked amazing and he found himself wondering what they would look like in his hands. Her skin was flawless and creamy and all he wanted to do was hold this angelic savior. She started to moan.
"It's alright, you're safe." He told her. Her large eyes fluttered open and green eyes darted around the room, trying to focus.
"Where am I?" She asked.
"You're in my room. I got the bullet out and stopped the bleeding. I have some painkillers here for you to take. Panadine Forte." Christine looked over at the man sitting beside her. He looked like an angel the way the sun shone through his golden hair. His blue eyes sparkled, and a sexy scar through his eyebrow creased with the worried look on his face. She tried to push herself up.
"Ow." She looked at her left arm and noticed the bandage around it.
"Here." The guy handed her a glass of water and 2 tablets. She looked at him curiously.
"Painkillers." He told her. She looked at the tablets that had Panadine Forte in tiny writing and put them in her mouth, drinking them down.
"Thank you." She said quietly.
"Thank you, you saved my life, it's the least I can do." He told her.
Christine looked around the room and noticed the leather jacket hanging on the chair.
"Why were they chasing you?" She asked him, her cop mind racing.
"I'm not sure." He turned around and started to put the foil packet of the Panadine forte back into the box. He was lying. She had a sense for when someone was not telling the truth, that's why she was so good at her job. But she was in too much pain to care right now. He turned and dropped to his knees in front of her.
"I'm so sorry you got hurt." He was genuinely upset as his gaze lowered to her chest. It was only then she realised he had taken her jacket and top off and she was sitting there in her sports bra. Of all the times to be half naked in front of a hot guy, she had to be wearing a sports bra. She pulled up the sheet as his gaze lifted to her eyes. He reached out and lightly touched the bandage on her arm.
"It's going to scar your beautiful skin." He whispered. Christine swallowed. He was stunning. His hair, his eyes, and his face. Even his body filled out the t-shirt nicely.
"War wound." She mumbled, transfixed by his dazzling eyes. His eye's became glassy and she reached out to comfort him.
"I'm fine. Thank you for looking after me." She looked at her arm again.
"Are you a doctor? This looks very professional." She moved out of the bed and sat on the edge, across from him, their knees touching slightly.
"I was in the army, I have medic training for out on the field, but that's all. Thankfully it was enough to help you." His eyes were like deep pools of crystal blue water and she had the sudden urge to jump in. She leaned forward. He took advantage and leaned into her, capturing her mouth gently with his. She gasped and he opened his eyes while leaving his mouth on hers. Christine felt a fire go through her, as her belly did a flip. She leaned in to the kiss and was instantly in his arms. He dragged her across onto his lap, her legs straddling him as his mouth and tongue worked their magic on her, taking her breath away. She could feel his cock through his jeans, hard and straining to get out. She ground down on him causing him to moan. His hands were on her back and her bra was quickly discarded. He stopped kissing her and leaned her back, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Oh god." She moaned as he sucked and licked her nipple to erection.
"So beautiful." He moaned as he began on the other breast. Christine grabbed his face and pulled his lips back up to her mouth. She kissed him with passion she hadn't felt in a long time. He lifted her all of a sudden and placed her back on the bed, where he removed her leggings. He wanted to taste her so badly. He knelt on the floor and lifted her legs, spreading them wide. He gently kissed the apex between her thighs. Her lips opened to him, granting access. He moaned and ran his tongue between her dripping lips to her clit and gently sucked.
"Oh fuck." She moaned as she orgasmed instantly, flooding his mouth with her nectar. It had been at least eight years since she'd had that done to her and she had forgotten how much she loved and missed it. She was expecting him to stop but he didn't. He continued to lick, suck and fuck her dripping pussy with his tongue and fingers. He looked up into her face.
"I want more, you taste amazing." His head disappeared back between her legs and she felt his tongue moving quickly like a vibrator over her throbbing bud. She was so close. He left her clit and began lapping her juices as his finger probed her hole. Christine began to shake moments before she exploded again.
"Oh fuck." She moaned again as her body went limp. He looked up into her beautiful face. She seemed to be glowing.
"You're weak, you've lost blood, you need to eat. Stay here, I'm going to go out and get some food." He told her. He got up and looked down at her.
"You know I could do this to you all day long, you're so sexy." Christine blushed and smiled. He grabbed his jacket and left the room. Christine sat up and looked around. Now that she was alone and her head clear from his hot tonguing, reality dropped back down on her like ice water. Who the fuck was this guy? Why was he being chased? Who the hell lived like this? What the hell was she doing? There were so many questions. Christine got up and pulled her leggings back on with difficulty. She needed to get to a doctor and check her arm. She was also due to leave for her holiday tomorrow. She grabbed her bra and top and threw on her jacket. She opened the door and made her way quickly towards the exit sign. When she reached the carpark she'd been shot in, she moved fast towards her house. Thankfully it was only around the corner.