Love Plus One ('G-Man Series')

by ANDREA SMITH

  The stepmother was clean as well. Sue Ellen Beasley was thirty-five years old. She went to work for the Stanfield Group in 2008, eventually becoming old man Stanfield’s executive assistant. The two of them tied the knot on New Year’s Day in 2009.

  There was nothing in particular that stood out in any of the information or bios, yet instinctually something seemed not quite right. Younger women marry older, wealthy men all of the time. There was certainly nothing there that connected Jack Dennison with the Stanfield’s.

  I still planned to keep a close watch on Kyzer. His deepening interest in Lindsey and desire to take care of her and see to her safety didn’t sit well with me for a couple of reasons. It wasn’t simply my knowing that he wanted in her panties; though the thought of him being inside of her seriously made me want to shoot his preppy dick off. It was more than that.

  It seemed too coincidental with the timing of events. Why in the hell was he attending the University of Virginia, anyway?

  Hell, his old man was a graduate of Columbia. They certainly had the money to send him to a university of that caliber. It wasn’t close to home either.

  I pulled up my cell phone and called Kim back at the division.

  “Hey, sweet thing,” I crooned to her when she answered.

  “What do you want from me now, Taz?” she asked, trying to sound irritated. I knew she wasn’t. She liked the way I flirted with her.

  “I just need one little thing, darlin.”

  “Which is?’

  “I need the transcripts for Kyzer M. Stanfield, DOB: 1-10-92 from the University of Virginia in Charlottesville.”

  “Uh huh,” she said. “Who signed the warrant?”

  “Come on baby, don’t be like that. If I had a warrant I wouldn’t be on the phone listening to your sweet voice, now would I?”

  “Taz, you’re going to get me fired.”

  “No one is going to catch you, baby, because you are the best. You’ll be in and out of their mainframe before anyone is the wiser.”

  “Ohhh,” she said, totally frustrated with me. “I’ll have it to you in five, but I swear to God Taz, this is the last flippin’ time, okay?”

  “You are my girl, Kim.”

  I could feel her smile from the other end. As much as she bitched about my hacking requests, she had yet to turn me down.

  “Yeah, Taz; I feel the love.”

  True to her word, five minutes later I was pulling up the transcripts she had hijacked for me.

  Bingo! Kyzer Stanfield had enrolled just last fall at the University of Virginia. He hadn’t even declared a major. He had previously attended Hodges University in Naples, Florida. He had been enrolled in the B.S. degree program for Business Administration.

  How fucking coincidental was this? He had enrolled in U of V starting the same semester as Lindsey. I wondered if Lindsey was aware he was a transfer student.

  The courses he was taking presently made no sense. There were the two classes he had with Lindsey, the rest were all science classes: Organic Chemistry, Botanical Science, Agricultural Science. What the fuck was with this Poindexter?

  My thoughts were interrupted when I got a text from the lab in Quantico. They had concluded the forensic analysis on the black roses. The report would be forwarded to me electronically before the end of the day.

  I glanced at my watch. I had a few minutes before Lindsey would be getting out of her first class. I reached into my glove compartment and pulled out the government-issued universal remote. I pointed it towards Kyzer’s Benz and hit the “unlock” button. Bingo!

  I got out of my truck, and opened the back door, pulling the GPS Fleet Tracker device and the wiring harness out of the box. The other one was going on Lindsey’s car.

  Within five minutes, Kyzer’s Benz was officially on my radar, activated for the U.S. and Canada. These new systems were superior to any of the ping-based products. Having it hardwired to the battery allowed for no interruption of tracking. The location tracking automatically updated every ten seconds real time. It was compatible with my smart phone and lap-top.

  Lindsey’s class was over by this time so I swung my truck back over to that side of the campus and waited to take her to the next class. This was the Physics II class she had with Kyzer.

  I felt a level of comfort knowing that I could track his movements in his vehicle. I was hoping that things would come to light soon.

  CHAPTER 24

  Going through an entire day of having Taz there every time I turned around was disarming.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the fact that he was following orders in an effort to keep me safe. I knew that both he and Slate were attempting to find out who or what was behind my car being broken into along with the ominous roses I received. It just felt like I was under a microscope.

  Keeping an eye out was one thing; what Taz was doing was clearly something else.

  After Kyzer and I had lunch in the student union, Taz’s truck was once again waiting outside so that he could run me to the other side of the campus for my English Composition class. This was one of the classes that Kyzer and I had together. Taz knew that.

  I told Kyzer to follow me out to the truck and we would ride over together. I knew Kyzer wasn’t that comfortable around Taz, but it would have been rude of me not to offer. Kyzer’s car was in the lot clear over on the other side of the campus.

  As soon as I piled into the front seat of Taz’s truck, I mentioned that Kyzer was in the same class and was riding over with us. Taz instructed me to shut the door of the truck.

  I motioned for Kyzer to get into the back seat of the dual cab at the very same second Taz hit the power locks and pulled out leaving Kyzer standing there looking dumbfounded in the middle of the road.

  “What the hell? Taz, that was rude!”

  Taz started chuckling, looking back at Kyzer in his rear-view mirror.

  “There he stands, looking real dumb,” he laughed.

  “Now who the hell is acting sophomoric?” I lashed out at him.

  I watched as Taz's expression morphed into pure pissed.

  “You didn’t listen to a fucking word I said to you this morning, did you?”

  He was fuming mad. What was I supposed to do?

  “I did listen to what you said. You told me to pay attention to the types of information he tried to get from me, right? Well guess what? He hasn’t tried to get any information from me. We talked briefly after class and for about thirty minutes at lunch. Shall I give you a rundown of the conversation, Agent Matthews?”

  Taz was glaring at me now.

  “Let’s see. We discussed our writing assignment, and what topics we planned to use for our argumentative essays due next week. We talked about one of his science projects he has been working on and how much time it is -”

  “Hold it there,” he interrupted. “What is his science project subject?”

  “Are you serious, Taz?”

  “Yes, I am. Do you remember?”

  To be honest I found science topics to be extremely boring. Thirty seconds into a discussion and my eyes were glazing over. At the moment, I was racking my brain trying to recall what Kyzer had told me.

  “See there,” he practically yelled, causing me to jump. “I tell you that I don’t trust this dude’s motives and most people would be a little bit on their game which means, Lindsey, they would be paying attention to things that are said in case it is relevant. Not you, though. Hell no! You were probably nodding that pretty little head of yours up and down like you were listening all the while trying to figure out when you could squeeze in your next appointment for a bikini wax.”

  Now it was my turn to be livid.

  How dare he say those kinds of things to me? Was everything that came out of Kyzer’s mouth supposed to be tied to me or my father or whatever the hell it was Taz thought he was a part of?

  “His science project involves ketone oxygen atoms and the bio physiological conversion that occurs when an organic element unde
rgoes de-potentiation. Are you satisfied?”

  I turned away from him and stared out the window of his truck still fuming, my arms crossed tightly in front of me. We pulled up to Ward Hall and I pulled on the handle of the door realizing I needed to release the power lock. I fumbled around for it. He pressed it from his side and I got the door open.

  I felt Taz’s hand on my arm as I started scooting out of the truck. I turned immediately to face him.

  “Lindsey,” he said, “I’m sorry I said that just now.”

  “Fuck you, Taz.”

  I got out of the truck, slamming the door behind me and hurried up the walkway towards the building.

  This was not going to work out. I couldn’t live this way. If something was going to happen I just wished that it would happen already.

  By the time classes were over for the day, I was more than ready to get back to the apartment and study quietly in my room.

  I apologized to Kyzer for Taz’s rude behavior. He had told me it wasn’t necessary. He was curious as to why Taz didn’t like him.

  “It’s not that he doesn’t like you,” I had lied, “he just takes his assignment very seriously. He was told to look after me so that is what he is doing.”

  “Doesn’t he understand that you and I are friends, Lindsey?”

  “I’ve explained that to him, Kyzer,” I replied with a shrug.

  “It’s as if he doesn’t trust me with you or something. I mean he obviously feels that you are in danger. Does he think I pose a threat to you in some way?”

  The question had caught me totally off guard. Was Kyzer that perceptive or was it something else?

  “Of course not, Kyzer; don’t be silly.” I managed a weak smile, hoping that would be the end of it. It wasn’t.

  “Perhaps he is jealous of me spending time with you.”

  I couldn’t control the blush that appeared on my face.

  “That’s it, isn’t it Lindsey? Taz is interested in you as something more than simply someone he is supposed to be protecting.”

  “Kyzer,” I said, sincerely wanting to be as honest with him as possible, “Taz is my stepfather’s best friend. My stepfather is his superior, so you understand that I’ve known Taz for a while. I can honestly tell you that he has never once tried to cultivate any type of romantic relationship with me. For goodness sakes, he’s like nine or ten years older than me. So, will you please not jump to conclusions like that?”

  “I’m sorry, Lindsey, but I guess before our relationship goes any further I would just like to know where I stand with you.”

  “Nothing has changed. We’re getting to know each other, right? I enjoy spending time with you.”

  “I enjoy spending time with you, as well, Lindsey. I’m sorry that I jumped to that crazy conclusion. I guess having some agent around makes me a bit uncomfortable. I feel like I’m under some microscope.”

  “Trust me, Kyzer, I feel the same way.”

  Taz and I rode back to my apartment in total silence. I went immediately to my room, tossing the backpack full of books onto my bed.

  Darcy had been home and left again. I could tell when I poked my head into her bedroom and saw the pile of books on the floor, along with the clothes she had left in this morning right beside them. She had to have skipped a class to beat me home by that much. I smiled and shook my head.

  I went to the kitchen to check the magnet on the fridge where we always left notes for one another. She had left one for me.

  Lindsey,

  Jill got back. We went to hit some sports bars. She needs cheering up. Gabe is joining us. You and Taz come on out. We are at Piccadilly’s. Hit us up.

  Yeah, right, I thought, rolling my eyes.

  Mr. G-man acts like he doesn’t know how to have fun anymore now that he’s on assignment watching my ass.

  I turned around to head out and there he was. I jumped in surprise.

  “I’m sorry, baby girl,” he said, softly.

  His eyes looked almost sad. His hand reached up and brushed my hair back from my forehead. His fingers gently cupped my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

  Our eyes searched one another’s faces, trying to make sense of whatever this feeling was between us.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and immediately my arms wrapped around his neck, feeling like that is where they belonged and always would.

  His mouth was gentle on mine; his lips, spreading butterfly kisses softly, his tongue gently tracing my bottom lip. I parted my lips and we kissed deeply now, his arms wrapped around my lower back, pulling my ass in so that I could feel the hardness that was his.

  All rational thoughts, any residual anger or hurt I had felt earlier was gone. It had fled as soon as he touched me, touched what was his and we both knew it, though neither one of us would ever admit it.

  My hands massaged his ass, feeling the flexing of his muscles as his groin pressed up against me.

  “Mmm,” I moaned against his lips, “I want you inside of me, Taz.”

  He lifted me as if I was weightless, and carried me to my room, kicking the door shut behind us. We tore our clothes off like starving animals, hungry for each other.

  I saw him toss a condom packet taken from the pocket of his jeans onto my nightstand. I couldn’t suppress a smile as I discarded the last of the clothes from my body.

  “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you, Agent Matthews?”

  He looked over at me, his eyes smoldering as he gazed at my nakedness.

  “I’ve never been as unsure of myself as I am around you,” he replied, coming to stand before me.

  “What are we doing, Lindsey?”

  “Exactly what you and me were meant to do, Taz.”

  He gently pushed me down on the bed so that I was on my back. He was on his knees at my ankles and spread my legs apart with his hands.

  He gripped the underside of each leg, raising them so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. His mouth immediately found my core, pressing warm, wet kisses all over my already moist sex. I felt his tongue exploring as his fingers spread the folds as if they were the petals of a flower blossoming just for him and no one else.

  Who could ever make me feel as good as Taz? I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to surpass the pleasure that he administered to me.

  He moaned my name as his tongue plunged deeply inside of me, swirling in and out. His fingers followed close behind as I writhed with the mounting buildup of release I desperately needed.

  “Your pussy tastes so sweet, baby girl,” he whispered, “and it is mine, no one else’s.”

  I loved the way he talked to me.

  He could sense the build-up of my release. He rose up and grabbed the condom packet, tearing it open in one quick movement.

  His cock was rock solid and my anticipation of being filled with him once again was driving me to whimper his name over and over.

  “I know, baby girl, it’s time.”

  His knee brushed my thigh apart wider as I watched his hand guide his very engorged shaft into me. I loved watching Taz handle his cock. There was something extremely erotic about it.

  He lowered himself down and entered me slowly, allowing me to revel in the sensation of him slowly bringing me to fullness. I moaned with pleasure, my legs instinctively wrapping around him, my toes digging into his muscular ass.

  “Does that feel good, Lindsey?” he asked softly, as he pulled himself out and then plunged back in slowly and methodically.

  “God, yes,” I said, my hands, rubbing his chest, pinching his nipples as the waves of pleasure kept coming.

  “You know Kyzer could never fuck you like this, don’t you?”

  I nodded, moaning again as he sped up the tempo just a notch.

  “I want you to say it for me, baby.”

  “Kyzer could never fuck me the way that you do, Taz.”

  “Good girl,” he crooned, rocking in and out of me.

  “Now, I want you to promise me that Kyzer will never touch your pus
sy. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Taz. I promise you.”

  He immediately stopped moving within me.

  I looked at him, eyes wide. His eyes were piercing. I hadn’t responded the way he wanted.

  I felt my pussy squeeze him tightly. I was pumping into him, wanting his rhythm to start back up.

  “Taz, I promise you that Kyzer will not touch me there, ever.”

  He immediately started flexing himself in and out of me.

  “That’s much better, baby girl. I don’t want him touching you anywhere, is that understood?”

  “Yes, Taz, I understand that perfectly.”

  He began thrusting harder and faster. I met him thrust for thrust, feeling him deeply inside, the head of his cock now rubbing directly against my sweet spot.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Oh, my God, Taz, I love how you fuck me. I love how you make me come.”

  He groaned and I felt throbbing deep inside of me which sent me over into a swirl of pleasurable release, wave after wave as I came and came again. I moaned as I felt my liquid release spill out as if it had been years instead of weeks. He moaned loudly, telling me how sweet my cunt felt to his cock.

  His mouth found mine, and we kissed roughly as our climaxes descended upon us making us one.

  CHAPTER 25

  I stretched languidly the following morning, arching my back like a cat to get the kinks out.

  I looked over at my bedside clock. It was only 6:30 a.m. My alarm wasn’t going to go off for another thirty minutes. Hmm, plenty of time I thought as I glanced over at Taz sleeping next to me, his arm thrown across my breasts possessively.

  I rubbed against him until he stirred. He opened his eyes sleepily and yawned.

  “Damn, I need a mint Lindsey for what I have in mind.”

  I giggled, lifting his arm up off of me and scooted over to my nightstand. I opened the drawer and rooted through it until I found a partial role of butterscotch lifesavers, my favorite.

  “Will this do?” I asked, smiling.

  “Umm hmm,” he replied, taking one and popping it in his mouth.