“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, then pinched. She gasped again, her ass jutting higher. Their service agreement covered the entire night, and he planned to fuck her several times. Eventually, she’d writhe in pain. But they had time.
As an independent call girl, she’d taken a chance coming all the way out here. No pimp waited for her return. Was she a smart girl? If so, she’d do what he asked without question.
He grazed his fingers down her slender body until he reached her pussy. Soaking fucking wet. Good! He hated a dry cunt. He rolled his hips, slowly at first. He could be nice if he wanted, but that’s not what got him off. Seesawing back and forth, he coated his erection with her moisture.
He closed his eyes and pictured Dixie in his mind as he centered his hard cock at the entrance to the woman’s high-priced sex.
I’m going to fuck you, Dixie. He penetrated her, sinking to the root of his shaft and leaned over her body, squeezing her nipples and grinding his cock into her hot core.
Dixie’s cries rose, but he abruptly stopped. He pulled out and led his blindfolded beauty to the couch.
“Kneel.”
He sat on the couch and she leaned forward, her pillowy lips a breath away from his throbbing shaft. His balls jerked as she deep throated him, her wet mouth pistoning over his rigid cock, every vein visible on his ten-inch dick. He wound her pretty dark locks in his fingers and tugged as her tongue worked the rim of his crown.
“Suck harder. Make me fucking come.” Her mouth worked his rod like a pro, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. He laid his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes, Dixie’s hot tongue loving his cock. “Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby.”
In his mind, her thighs were spread and her cream moistened her legs while she fucked his dick with her mouth. “Yes.”
Closer. Fuck, yeah.
Dixie cupped his balls and worked his dick with her hot mouth and moist tongue.
“Use your tits.” Her firm breasts encased his erection and he pumped his hips, her mouth sucking on his nob. “Oh, Christ, yes.”
Cum shot from his cock and he called out Dixie’s name.
His pulse receded and his eyes fluttered open. The image of his fantasy fractured as the woman licked her lips. This whore’s cheeks were too narrow. Her chin too sharp. Anger rolled through his veins. He glared at the woman who quietly kneeled in front of him.
A flash of that Navy SEAL raced through his mind. The way he looked at Dixie as if he loved the woman. Hadn’t taken long to learn the guy’s name. Josh Hunter had stayed with her last night but didn’t sleep in her bed. He knew that when he saw two lights come on in different rooms at different times. Dixie had gone to bed first, the SEAL much later.
Since the SEAL didn’t heed his warning to stay away, the fucking guy would pay the ultimate price.
“Get on the desk,” he ordered
The whore rose to her feet. Obediently and carefully, she walked in the direction of the desk. She stopped when she bumped into it and crawled on top, laying on her back. He’d moved that desk from state to state. Everywhere that Dixie moved, he followed.
Soon, he’d have her. Dixie would have no choice. Fate and his father had dealt him a royal flush.
After strolling to the bar, he paused and poured himself a drink. The expensive vodka rolled down his throat. Booze didn’t settle his nerves because he rarely felt anything other than anger and lust. And he liked both.
He placed the drink on the marble counter, then retrieved a glass pestle with a thick bulb from the mortar bowl. Retracing his steps, he stared down at the silent woman. “Do you need to come?”
But he didn’t wait for the answer and rammed the pestle into her pussy at the same time pressing down on her throat with his forearm, cutting off her air as he plunged the pestle into her wet hole. She struggled for air, but kept her thighs wide open, her hips thrusting.
“Good girl. We’re going to have a great time.”
If she did what he said, she just might live.
****
Standing in her bedroom, Dixie Hammond peered between the slats of her window blinds to the quiet street where she lived. No signs of anarchy or a zombie apocalypse. After so many years of being hunted, she lived in a perpetually heightened state of awareness. When it came time for a mental crash, she’d move.
For the first time since leaving New York, she was making a stand, but only because Josh was camped out in her living room. He’d carried a huge bag over his shoulder and deposited it in the house when they’d returned after picking up a security system. Interested, Dixie watched as he’d unzipped the bag to reveal numerous electronic gadgets, plus tools like screwdrivers and drills.
After cleaning her bedroom, she heard him roaming around and decided to investigate.
Stopping at the end of the hallway, she found her ex scouring every corner of the living room. Behind the books on her shelves. Under the fireplace mantle. Lifting pictures.
“I’ll check your bedroom next,” he stated.
“What are you doing?”
Josh continued to search the nooks and crannies. “He knows your movements. He may have placed cameras inside your home.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
He paused to look over his linebacker-sized shoulder at her. “Yes, Dix. Seriously.” Josh pulled a wire from the bag, the tip of the cable barely the size of her pinky nail. “These are easily hidden.”
Not that she had any training in I-spy-with-my-little-eye military games, but…“If he’s watching remotely, wouldn’t that mean he can see everything you’re doing?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He continued his search. “Your admirer already knows I’m here. He’s a sexual predator. He’d want to see you with your clothes off.” Josh tossed the wire with the camera back into his bag.
The green duffle he’d brought sat open on the couch. Josh intended on installing the monitoring system tonight, inside and out.
“You better not be installing those cameras in my bathroom.”
His dark blue gaze washed over her. “Not like I haven’t seen it before.”
“You saw it fifteen years ago. That doesn’t give you a free pass.”
He’d purposely bought a system that could be viewed remotely, and he’d have the password after loading the app on her phone and his.
Josh was the first guy who’d ever seen her naked. Considering they’d both been brought up in religious households, sex before marriage was forbidden. They’d rationalized in a delirium of overheated teenage hormones that they weren’t really breaking the rules.
Crazy in love, she hadn’t thought twice about letting Josh burn their virginity cards. Then they’d burned them multiple times in the bed of his pickup under the stars of the Utah sky. Night after night, they’d explored new ways to make each other come. Every encounter became a breathless fury.
Then in July, after graduating senior year, the fairy tale ended.
While Josh continued to install the system he’d bought, Dixie wandered into her small kitchen. Before moving in, the bungalow had been updated with new appliances, granite countertops, tile flooring, and the walls painted in a cheery yellow tone.
They didn’t do much to cheer her up now.
Tired from working on her feet all day, she collected a glass from the cabinet and poured herself some orange juice, then leaned against the counter by the sink.
Dixie couldn’t help but ponder how many women had shared Josh’s bed since she’d last seen him. Why hadn’t he married?
Her ex fiancé stepped into the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
“Still doubt I can catch him?” he asked, jarring her from diving into the reasons why he was still a bachelor.
“What’s your plan, G.I. Joe?”
“My plan is to catch this guy in record time.”
“Hoorah.”
He lifted a brow. �
��That’s the Marines, babe. SEALs say Hooyah.”
She shrugged. “Same thing, isn’t it? Cry of the cocky warrior.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Whatever.”
She sipped her juice. “How come you’re a commander already? I did a little more research. Aren’t you too young?”
He got close enough to press his muscled chest against her body and retrieved a glass from the cabinet. Then backed away and filled it with cold water from the filtered bottle on the counter. “I’m a commander because I’m good at what I do. The brass gave me opportunities and I took them.”
The other thing he’d taken charge of was making the command decision to move into her rented bungalow when he had found out about the notes. Like a typical man in charge, he’d instantly initiated a mission with the help of his SEALs to catch her stalker. No woman in her right mind would argue. But he hadn’t really discussed a thing with her.
“Thirsty?” she asked as he gulped down the water and she watched his Adam’s apple bob.
“Not anymore.” He set the glass in the sink.
She wandered into the living room and sat in her favorite chair by the front window. With a few long, powerful strides, he stood in front of her. A mountain of a warrior at six-feet-three and built like a brick shithouse. Wasn’t he a desk man now? Wasn’t he supposed to get all loose in the middle? They were both thirty-three years old. Instead, his biceps strained the khaki short sleeves and his torso was a taut mass beneath the snug-fitting shirt.
“You better get installing because you’re not staying,” she warned. They hadn’t come to an agreement on sleeping arrangements. If she wanted rest, he had to leave.
He shrugged. “Gonna call the cops?”
“Listen up, Josh. I’m not one of your SEALs. Pretty soon you’ll expect me to salute you.”
Crossing his thick arms, he tilted his head while gazing down at her. “You’ve got a serious problem and agreed to let me help. That includes staying here with you.” He shrugged. “What are you going to do if he breaks in? Do you own a weapon?”
She frowned. “Of course, I do. Do you?”
He rolled his eyes. “Is your weapon registered?”
Dixie shook her head. “I’m not a terrorist, Josh. Yes, it’s registered. I have a concealed carry permit.”
“Good. Keep it close. When we have time, I’ll take you to the range. I want to see how you handle the weapon.”
Seriously? “I know how to load it, point and fire. If I’m lucky, I’ll hit something.”
“Not good enough,” he said.
Josh had been her high school sweetheart. Now, he was a poster boy for an elite warrior, complete with a take-charge attitude. “Do I need your stamp of approval?” What was the brusque attitude all about?
“Yes,” he said bluntly.
He’d never accept no for an answer.
Except one time when they were teenagers.
She’d wanted to experience life. His family wanted her sprogging offspring nine months after senior high graduation. No discussion. No middle ground. When she’d called off the wedding, Josh didn’t argue. He’d promptly joined the Navy.
That was the day Dixie learned fairy tales were a load of bullshit. Expecting him to act like a romance novel hero and chase after her was nonsense.
Of course, she’d taken the brunt of the abuse from her family. The snide comments and barely veiled disgust from her mother were undeniable. Armed with a couple scholarships, she’d abandoned ship herself.
She followed Josh into her bedroom. “Can I help?
“I’ve got it covered. You’ve been on your feet all day. Take a load off.” He turned his attention back to a roll of black cable from the security system.
“Josh, do you really need to wire my bedroom?” She sat on the edge of her bed and watched him work.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d agree to stay at my place. Since you want to be stubborn, then yes, I’m wiring your bedroom.”
Dixie didn’t expect him to crank a look over his shoulder and catch her gawking at his ass. When he chuckled and went back to playing with the cable, she quickly flattened her bedcovers with a swipe of her hand. “I told you, I’m safe here.”
Josh strode across the room and sat beside her. “You’re safe because I’m here.” He shrugged a shoulder. “And I don’t have a problem with you checking out my ass.”
She grabbed the pillow and whacked him with it. “You’re such a jerk.”
Chapter Nine
Forty-five minutes later, Josh took a break and settled in the leather couch she’d bought with her first paycheck from Ardon Corporation in New York.
“What’s roaming around that head of yours?” he asked, then sipped from the water she’d given him.
“Do you know that sometimes you sound like an enlistment ad the way you talk in abrupt sentences?”
Josh grinned. “Comes with the territory.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds. “Did you go right into the SEAL program when you left Utah?”
“No. Started off enlisted in the Navy and earned a Bachelor of Science degree.”
“What?” she squeaked out.
His brow rippled. “Why the surprise? I’d be insulted if you thought I was only smart enough to fling manure.”
“I…I just, I don’t know. I’m surprised.”
“Obviously, you’ve forgotten who helped you with eleventh and twelfth grade algebra.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, who helped you with your English Lit class?”
“Anyway,” he continued without admitting anything, “three years later, I completed officer candidate school then applied for the SEALs. I went through the BUD/S and SQT program and was assigned to a team. Deployed several times over the years. Spent most of my years in Little Creek, Virginia. I only assumed this position at NAB after Thane Austen became an admiral and accepted the position as Commander of the West Coast Chain. Initially, a guy by the name of Captain Harrington had the job. Unfortunately, his wife contracted cancer and he retired immediately. Desk remained empty for a while until I was offered the job.”
“Ever go home?” she asked.
Josh grinned. “Not often enough, according to Mom. I try to get back every couple years.” He paused. “I heard you don’t.”
“I keep in touch with Sasha.” She cleared her throat. “Barely.” Her younger sister was the only family member who spoke to her. “We call each other once in a while. As in birthdays. She keeps me in the loop. As you know, I did return for Dad’s funeral, but I didn’t stay long. Wasn’t exactly welcome.”
“Did you tell any of them about the guy who’s been stalking you?”
She shook her head. “No reason to. They acted as if I didn’t exist at the service.” Her chest tightened even though she’d had plenty of years to reconcile with the fact her family had exiled her.
Dixie glanced out the front window. No shadows lurked in her tiny front yard. She liked the white picket fence and trimmed boxwood hedge. An elderly couple owned the property to help supplement their income. She was responsible for mowing the postage-sized front lawn, which she didn’t mind.
Often, after work, she’d grab a beer and sit on her front porch, only big enough for a small table and two red lawn chairs. The thought that her twisted admirer may have watched her for weeks before sending the first note didn’t sit well.
“You think he’s watching the house all the time?”
“I hope so.”
“You’re not staying.” Once they’d reached the electronics store, they gave up on the debate, or put it on pause. “So, tell me. What kind of a name is Ditz?”
“Ditz is his team name. His real name is Clay Sacks. He’s a comm expert.”
“Comm?”
“Communications. Doesn’t matter if it’s our radios or nav systems, he keeps the comms flowing when we’re out on a mission. The guy’s an electronics genius. We’re all trained in defusing bombs and other incendiary devices, bu
t he can do it blindfolded.”
“What do you mean ‘we’? Thought you were a pencil pusher.” she asked. Josh wasn’t going with his men on missions anymore. Or was he?
“How long did you live here before you opened the Erotic Bean?”
She sat forward. “Don’t evade my question. Are you still putting yourself in danger?”
Josh relaxed against the couch, his arms stretched out on the top of the backrest. “Is that a tone of concern in your voice?”
He eyed her as she imagined he’d assess one of his SEALs. “No, it isn’t.”
“You’re so full of bullshit. You nearly had a heart attack when I told you I’d taken a couple bullets.”
Dixie crossed her legs. “I did not. Besides, who wouldn’t have that response?” He looked tired to her. “Why don’t you head home? It’s late and you can finish the outside wiring tomorrow or Saturday.” She shrugged. “Or whenever.”
He sighed and relaxed in the chair. “Stop trying to shove me out the door. If it would help, I’ll apologize.”
She wrinkled her nose, uncertain what the apology was for. “About what?” She didn’t like it when he cemented his gaze on her.
“What happened between us was probably for the best.” He paused. “But we should have talked after our fight. I accept the blame for that.”
Dixie wasn’t sure she wanted to keep rehashing their past. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. You wanted me barefoot and pregnant.”
He leaned his massive shoulders forward, propping his arms on his thighs. “That’s crap. I wanted you naked and in my bed. Had nothing to do with having kids.”
Suddenly Josh’s body language changed from relaxed to alert. He thrust himself to his feet.
“Hit the lights and close the drapes,” he ordered.
She quickly turned off the lamp near the fireplace, dousing the room in darkness. “What is it?”
“Stay here.”
For a big guy, Josh had a light step and moved swiftly. He darted into the kitchen. The back door opened and clicked shut.
Dixie closed the drapes. What had he seen? Shifting the fabric aside with one finger, she peered outside. The streetlight shone onto the sidewalk twenty feet to the right of her front yard. Maybe one of her neighbors walked past, taking their dog out for a last-minute pee.
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