by Kelly Moore
“What? For what?” I ask. I hear the girl in the backseat giggle. I turn and flash her a grin.
“For what? Because you tainted their entire buffet! They have to remake all that food!”
“What? I didn’t ruin their food.” I wave my hand through the air to blow him off.
He starts the Jeep and turns to look at me again. His eyes are angry and he has a little wrinkle between them. “You stuck your tongue under the chocolate fountain, you spit in the mashed potatoes, and you threw a piece of chicken over your shoulder and it hit an old lady!”
I laugh before turning back to the girl in the backseat. She’s laughing quietly to herself. “You’re mine?” I ask her.
She laughs and nods.
“Thank God! I thought I was going to have to bang my brother’s girlfriend.” I crawl into the backseat, kicking Jake as I do so. I feel the vehicle swerve before it’s righted again.
“Watch it!” he yells at me.
I get into the backseat and turn toward the girl. “You’re fucking hot!” I tell her before leaning in for kiss.
Her lips move with mine and she tastes amazing.
I’m nowhere near done when she gently pushes me away. “I think you need to get some rest.”
“Why? I feel fine. I do have to piss though, and I’m hungry. Can we stop for food?”
“No!” They both shout at the same time.
I cross my arms over my chest and sit back. A pain forms in my chest and I lift my shirt up to inspect it. “What’s this?” I try to remove the bandage.
“Leave that alone!” the girl yells as she pushes my hands away from the bandage. I let my hands fall onto my lap and she pulls my shirt back down.
“What happened to me? Did I have surgery?”
“Well, sort of. You had to get a bullet removed,” she tells me.
“A bullet? Like I was shot?”
She nods.
“That’s fucking awesome. I was shot with a real bullet? I must be a superhero! How many people get shot in the heart and live?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You weren’t shot in the heart, but you are my superhero. Lay back and just relax.”
Her fingers run through my hair, instantly relaxing me. I feel my lids getting heavy as they fight to stay open. Before I know it, I’m out completely.
Chapter Thirteen
John
My head hurts and my mouth is so dry I could spit dirt. I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes yet. I’ve slept so well. I curl to the right and my nostrils fill with a terrible smell. I peek one eye open and see a pair of ugly feet inches from my nose. “What the hell?” I roll the other direction. After I rub my scruffy face, I lay my hand on my chest. That’s when I feel the dressing on it.
Oh, yeah. I remember having the bullet removed and getting back in the car, but where the hell am I now? I lift my head off the pillow to look up. Brooklyn is laying halfway on the bed to the left and Jake’s head is at the foot of the bed. His mouth is hanging open and he’s drooling all over the sheets. How the hell did I end up in the middle of whatever this is? I’m bare chested. I pull the covers up that are sandwiched underneath me. At least I still have my jeans on.
Brooklyn has a long t-shirt on, but it’s hiked up showing her red lacey panties. Jake is lying on his stomach in a pair of boxers that have little yellow Minions all over them. No wonder the man never gets laid. I reach down and softly touch Brooklyn’s inner thigh. She squirms a little and then curls into a ball with her head laying on my legs.
I don’t recall getting a motel room. And why the hell is there only one bed? “Brook,” I whisper while shaking my leg. She jumps out of bed with her fists in the air.
“What?! Where is he?” She turns, looking around the room.
I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. “You’re okay. There’s nobody here but us.” I raise my right arm and rest my hand behind my head. “Thanks for wanting to save me though.”
She tugs her shirt down and smooths her red locks into place, then kneels by the side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“I have a feeling, better than I deserve. What happened after we left the vet’s office?”
“You don’t remember?” She laughs, causing Jake to stir and move closer to me.
“I recollect you giving me some nasty, beef-flavored pills for pain. After that, I’m drawing a blank.”
“Oh my God, it was so funny. Except that you ruined dinner and I’m still hungry.” She laughs harder.
Jake’s foot lands on my face. “Hey, man!” I shove him and he rolls over. His boner is tenting his boxers, sticking into my leg. I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. “Jake! What the hell!” I point at it. “You touched me with your Minion!” Brooklyn is on the floor roaring in laughter.
He hops up and pulls the sheet over him. “It’s morning, man,” he says tugging it tightly around his waist. His face turns red before he walks off, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Brooklyn is snorting. “It’s not funny! That thing was touching me.” My hands are on my hips as I shiver with disgust.
She tries to quit laughing as she uses the bed to climb off the floor. “Oh, where is your sense of humor?” Her lips land on mine, but she continues to laugh.
“Can you please tell me how we ended up in a motel with only one bed?” I try to keep a straight face, but I can’t help cracking a smile at her. She’s so beautiful in the morning. My hands skate under her t-shirt to cop a quick feel.
“Keep that up and Jake won’t be the only one standing out here with a hard-on.” She pokes me in the stomach.
I reach between us and adjust myself. “At least it will be touching you.”
“Poor Jake. Don’t pick on him.”
“Pick on him? I’ve been held captive, chased, had a vet remove a bullet, and… somewhere in there I remember a river of chocolate.” I smack my lips together trying to recall when I had chocolate. “And where do potatoes come into the picture?”
She giggles. “Yes, poor Jake. He has to put up with you. At least you have me.” She plants a kiss on my nose. “Do you recall anything about wanting to get it on with Jake’s girlfriend?” She steps back in full-out laughter again.
My brows furrow. “Jake doesn’t have a girlfriend? Besides, I wouldn’t want or need anyone but you. How could you say such a thing?” Now, I’m offended.
Jake comes bounding out of the bathroom, tucking his shirt in his jeans. “Yeah, what about trying to have sex with my girl?” He puts his arm around Brook’s shoulder. “And, you owe me five hundred dollars.”
“I think the two of you have been smoking something funny.” I storm off into the bathroom and turn on the hot shower. I look into the mirror at my scruffy face. I wish I could shave. I peel off the dressing from my chest. The wound is red and angry looking. “Great, all I need is a bigger scar.” I throw my jeans on the floor and get in the shower. The hot water feels incredible running down my aching body. A breeze of cool air rushes in as the curtain draws back. A pair of hands snake around my waist.
“I hope to God, this isn’t Jake.” I feel Brook’s smile against my back. “Well, if it was, you’d have a boner sticking between your butt cheeks right now.”
I straighten up and turn in her arms. “That is not even funny.” I pull her into the stream of water with me. She pulls back, laughing and spewing water. “I’d rather have these pressed against me.” I pull her closer and kiss the swell of her breast.
“You really don’t remember last night?”
“No. And, with you in my arms right now, I really don’t care.” I push her against the wall and when her lips part with a gasp, my tongue finds its way inside her sweet mouth. My need for her is overwhelming and grows stronger every day. Not just sexually - I need her in every way imaginable. She hikes her leg over my hip and I push my fingers inside her, penetrating her warmth. She lets out a loud, arousing moan.
“Please.” she says, breathless.
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sp; I take her hands and pin them against the shower wall. “Please what?” I bite at the spot just below her ear. My teeth graze the sensitive skin and her moans grow louder, sexier, more provocative.
“I want you buried deep inside me.”
I yank her leg higher and thrust deep inside her. She lets out a scream. “Deep enough for you, baby?” I ask.
Her lust-filled eyes lock on mine. “No, deeper.”
“Fuck me,” I groan, shifting my weight to one side. I bend one knee slightly and thrust my hips upward.
“Yes!” she screams.
I thrust and stop, thrust and stop. In between, I roll her nipple in my mouth. She breaks my grip from her wrists and pulls my hair hard, tugging my head backward. “Don’t stop.” Her words are my breaking point. I find the perfect spot that makes her moans grow raw and needier for me. I don’t stop until she’s screaming my name and I’ve let go with her.
We both come down kissing one another. I kiss her neck. She kisses my chest. Our hands are lingering on each other’s bodies. I can’t get enough of this woman. Every time I have her, I want her even more. Our moment is broken by a knock on the door.
“Guys, it’s getting a little uncomfortable out here. Not only can I hear you, even with plugging my ears, but I’m sure the entire motel can hear you.”
We both start laughing. I kiss her one last time. “We really should get back on the road.”
We wash each other, then towel each other off. I pull my jeans back on and rummage through Jake’s bag to find a shirt. Brooklyn shimmies into a pink thong and pulls on a pair of skinny jeans with a white flowing shirt.
Jake is standing in front of the window, peeking out the curtain. “Did someone follow us?” I ask as I pull on my black boots.
“No, there is no sign of Miles.” He turns around to face us. “If there are no more mishaps, we should be in DC around dinner time. You might want to call your dad and let him know. Are we going to the White House?”
“No. We’re going to meet him at my apartment.” Brook says, running a brush through her mop of hair.
“You kept it?” I ask.
“Yeah. I figured if I ever went back, I’d have a place for J-Man and I to stay. I hate going into the White House.”
I pick up our bags from the floor. “Do you still have the bullet I stole from Miles?” I place my hand out, palm side up.
“Yeah,” she digs around in her purse and places the bullet in my hand.
“Do you plan on killing Miles with that?” Jake asks, opening the motel room door.
“I’ll either kill him or track him with it,” I answer, following him down the stairs.
“I vote we take him out permanently,” Brooklyn says, skipping down behind us.
Jake climbs in behind the driver’s seat. “I call shotgun,” Brooklyn squeals, and runs to the other side. I throw our gear through the broken window in the back and get in the back seat, sitting in the middle.
“Keep your eyes peeled for anyone following us. We don’t want to lead anyone to your father. Give him a call and tell him to be vigilant. Miles may have already sent someone to do the job for him.”
She puts on her sunglasses and gets her phone out. He answers on the first ring, and she tells him our plan. She puts him on speaker phone.
“I’ve lined up extra men for protection. I’ll send a few of them over to your apartment to make sure the coast is clear. I’ll have two FBI cars in front of me and two behind me on the way to your apartment. I’ll be perfectly safe,” he says.
“Okay, Dad.”
“Love you, Brooky. Oh, and John?”
“Yes, sir?” I sit taller when he’s talking directly to me.
“I’m glad you’re alive.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Chapter Fourteen
Brooklyn
We finish the drive to DC and park in front of the apartment. Dad wasn’t kidding, it seems the whole block is surrounded in security vehicles. Nobody would be stupid enough to try something with this many guards here.
We all climb out of the Jeep and make our way to the front doors. I have to show my I.D. to a guard just to get into my own apartment building. Another guard, posted outside the elevator, nods at us in acknowledgement and pushes the button for the elevator.
I mumble a polite thank you and stand, waiting. When the doors open, the guard thoroughly searches the inside for us, even lifting the crawl space in the ceiling to make sure nobody is waiting for us. When he has it secured, he nods us on and says, “There will be another guard on your floor as well.”
The three of us step into the elevator and Jake pushes the button for my floor. “Damn, your dad is getting serious.”
I let out a laugh. “About time. I swear that man has a Superman complex. He acts like he’s made of steel.”
Within seconds, the elevator opens and we step out to see another guard standing by the elevator on this floor. “The president has been informed that you have arrived, Ms. Warren.”
“Thank you, Jeeves,” I joke as I pass by, leading the way.
Jake bumps my shoulder with his. “Is his name really Jeeves?”
I laugh and shake my head. “How should I know?”
A guard is outside my apartment, and he opens the door, allowing us to walk in. My dad is pacing across the floor when we walk in, with his head down and hands laced behind his back. He turns around and smiles when he hears us, holding his arms out at his sides for a hug.
I rush into them. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.
When he releases me, he holds out his hand to John. “I’m glad to see that you’re okay.”
John shakes his hand. “Thank you, sir. I wish this meeting was under better circumstances, but unfortunately, if I’m involved, it’s usually not good,” he jokes.
“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” My dad laughs.
He turns to Jake and shakes his hand. “Jake, good to see you again. How’s that stock doing that I gave you advice on?”
He smiles. “It’s doing great. I’ve already more than tripled my money and it continues to go up every day.”
John smacks him on the back of his head. “And you were hassling me over five-hundred bucks?”
Jake shrugs. “I’ve worked hard for that money.”
“Alright, guys. You all seem to bicker as much as you always did. Let’s get down to business, huh?”
The guys settle down on the sofa and chairs that surround the coffee table in the center while I grab a few beers from the fridge. I hand them each one and sit down, pulling out my phone.
“Who could you possibly be calling right now?” my dad asks me.
“I’m ordering in. I haven’t eaten in forever. Someone got us kicked out of a restaurant last night.” I look directly at John.
His brows raise in surprise. “Okay, someone is going to have to tell me what the fuck went on last night!”
“Put your phone away. I’ll send one of the guys out for something. God knows you’re not picky,” Dad says, rolling his eyes.
I set the phone down in front of me and take a drink of my beer while my dad dictates orders to his men. As soon as someone is on the way to get us food, my dad adjusts his jacket and looks at John. “Okay, tell me what all is going on.”
John starts his story from the beginning, telling my dad everything from the time we thought he was dead up to this very moment. My dad sits back, taking in all the information.
Before anyone can speak again, the door opens and a guard enters, arms full of bags. I stand and chase him to the kitchen, eager to see everything he picked up.
I grab a plate and load it down with pizza, pasta, and breadsticks. I place my overflowing plate on the coffee table and the three guys look at me, still amazed that I eat as much as I do. Jake leans forward, reaching his hand out for a breadstick, but I slap it down. “Go get your own!”
“Geez, alright Stingy.”
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y dad looks completely stressed. His jacket is now off, lying over the back of his chair, and his tie has been loosened. “Why don’t we have some dinner before trying to figure all this out.” He stands and slowly walks into the kitchen.
I look at John. “Do you think he’s going to be alright? He looks a little stressed.”
John stands and moves down to the end of the couch to be closer to me. “He’s a tough man. We’ll figure all this out so we can move on and live normal lives.”
I grin up at him. “Normal, kinky lives?”
He lets out a roar of laughter. “I wouldn’t have it any other way with you.”
I pick up a slice of taco pizza and bring it to my mouth, but he leans forward at the last second and snatches a huge bite. I frown at him. “You’re lucky I love you. Nobody comes between me and my taco pizza.”
He gives me a playful smile before standing to go make his plate.
As the night wears on, the guys run through a long list of ideas about how to stop Miles, but each one is picked apart and thrown away. The clock is about to strike midnight, but we’re still no closer to finding an answer.
My dad doesn’t want to do anything that could be considered illegal, and John is convinced that whatever happens, he has to be a part of it. He wants to be the one to end his life, and I understand that, but I don’t want him going up against Miles again. I want the three of us to go get J-Man and disappear for the rest of our lives while someone else takes care of Miles. I don’t want him back in the line of fire.
We all decide to call it a night. Dad takes the spare bedroom, John and I take my room, and Jake is stuck on the couch. All the security men have been replaced with a new set, so they can be alert and awake all night.
We lock up the apartment and retire to our rooms. I strip my clothes off as I cross the room, throwing myself back on the bed in nothing but my panties.
“Ahh, now I remember why I liked this apartment so much. This bed is amazing.”
John is walking closer to me, slowly pulling off clothes. His eyes darken as he takes me in. “I have to admit, it does look like a nice bed.”