by Selena Kitt
Jackie leaned forward, reaching for her hand. “Listen, Justine—”
“It’s Jody.” Her voice hardened again as she sat back, out of his reach.
“These are nothing. They’re failures,” he told her. “They can’t hold a candle to you. Once I get you home, and we get you cut, you’ll see...”
“You aren’t listening to me.” Jody sighed. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“I’m sure your friend will send your things.” Jackie’s mouth drew into a thin, grim line, ignoring her words. Then he stood, holding a hand out to her. “Come on, Justine. It’s hot down here and it’s time to go home.”
“The lady said she’s not going anywhere.” Doc stepped up to the table, putting his body between them.
“Are you gonna stop her?” Jackie looked him up and down—he was a good head shorter than Doc—and sneered. “I don’t think you know what kind of people you’re about to get between, son. Maybe you should learn to pick your ‘friends’ better.”
Jackie’s men stepped forward, coming up behind Doc, their hands in their coats. Carrie covered a gasp with her hand, wanting to warn him, but of course he couldn’t hear her.
“No, I’m not going to stop her,” Doc said calmly. He shifted his position, so that Jody was behind him, and he was now facing both Jackie and the four approaching men in suits. “You’re going to turn around and leave.”
“Like hell I am.” Jackie snorted.
“Yes, you are.” Doc drew himself up to full height, a resolve in his voice that made Carrie’s mouth go dry. “Take your overdressed barber shop quartet out of here, and never show your face in this lady’s life again.”
“You think you’re amusing?” Jackie chuckled. “You won’t be laughing last, I can guarantee that.”
Jackie gave a nod to the four approaching men, but he waved them off when Doc quietly handed him a manila envelope. Carrie held her breath, watching as the man opened the envelope, pulling out the contents. She couldn’t see what was in it, but whatever it was, it made Jackie’s face go pale. It was even starker on the black and white monitor. His expression didn’t change, but he’d broken into a sweat.
“I assume you have copies of this material?” Jackie slid the contents back into the envelope, his mouth tight, dropping it on the table.
“That’s correct.” Doc nodded. “And if anything happens to her, me, or anyone close to us, I can assure you—it all goes public.”
“You’re obviously a smart man,” Jackie observed. “You do know that I will find out who you are.”
“Let me make it easy for you,” Doc said, taking something out of the breast pocket of his shirt. “Here’s my card.”
Doc slide it across the table as Jackie put the envelope in an inside pocket of his suit.
“Stephen Baumgartner, M.D.?” he said, picking up and peering at the card.
“They call me Doc.”
“Well-played.” Jackie looked at the card again and chuckled. “They ought to call you Doc Holliday.”
Jackie’s demeanor changed as he turned to Jody, eyes narrowing. Doc put a protective hand on her shoulder.
“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.” He pointed the card at Jody with a snarl. “You could have had it all, princess.”
“Thanks,” Jody said, reaching back and putting her hand over Doc’s. The look in her eyes made Carrie tear up again. She looked so strong, so resolute. There was no fear or doubt on her face at all. “But you can keep it.”
Jackie glared at her, but he didn’t make a move. Instead, he turned, and Carrie saw his shoulders sag a little as he headed toward the door, motioning for his men to follow.
Jody let out a pent-up breath as soon as the door closed behind them, jumping up.
“My knight in shining armor.” Jody stood, putting her arms around Doc’s neck.
Carrie was already out of the little video room and hugging them both in an instant.
“Well-played,” Tony said, wobbling out on his cane, sounding impressed. “Doc Holliday couldn’t have done better with a six-shooter.”
“What did you use for ammunition?” Carrie asked, still confused about that.
“Yeah, what was in the envelope?” Lola grabbed it off the table and opened it. Carrie saw a before and after picture of Jackie Benton, and a letter. She glanced over Lola’s shoulder, seeing that it was addressed to the NRA, but had been cc’d to three dozen other big firearms, shooting and hunting organizations, all of them listed at the bottom.
“To Whom It May Concern.” Lola read out loud. “Information has come to light about Jackie Benton and B.O.S.S., the Benton Official Sport Shooting family of corporations, that true American sportsmen, their families, churches and sporting communities, as well as the political entities and military supply buyers supported by B.O.S.S., might find useful in determining where to allocate their financial resources as consumers and businesses…”
Tony gave a low whistle, shaking his head. “I think you just won that gunfight, Doc Holliday.”
“Does this mean we’re not calling the Merchant Marines?” Lola pouted, interrupted mid-sentence.
Jody looked at Lola, smirked, and said, “Slut.”
“You know it, honey.” Lola grinned. “Ain’t too many Doc Holliday’s left in this world, so what’s a girl supposed to do?”
“Nice shootin’, Doc.” Jody kissed his cheek and Doc grabbed Carrie to him, too, holding onto both women.
“I love you,” Carrie whispered, putting her hand on his chest as she kissed his other cheek.
“Careful, don’t cover his gold star,” Jody teased.
“Weren’t nothin, ma’am,” Doc said, doing his best accept and tipping an imaginary hat. “Just doin’ what’s right for those worth protectin’.”
“Oh my God,” Lola laughed, rolling her eyes. “Why don’t one of you just shoot me now!”
* * * *
“Who was that?” Carrie frowned, putting an arm around a sleepy, slightly drunk Jody snoozing beside her in bed as Doc clicked the mute button on his cell phone, leaving it on the night stand. They’d come in late from a night at Captain Tony’s. Lola had been singing karaoke, and that girl could sing her ass off. Surprisingly, so could Jody. They’d sung gorgeous duets several times that night.
“Elise again.” Doc slid the blankets aside and climbed into bed, Jody between them. “She’s not happy about our decision.”
“But I am.” Carrie smiled down at Jody, stroking her hair. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?”
“It’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, looking down at Jody’s sleeping face. Carrie thought she looked peaceful, happy.
“Yeah.” Carrie nodded, lifting her gaze to meet his. “You?”
“What about the kids?” Doc asked as Jody turned over, facing Carrie. She wiggled back against Doc in her sleep and he groaned, hand moving to her hip. “Still feeling that empty nest?”
“Our birdies can fly to Florida instead of Michigan when they want to come home.” Carrie looked around their bedroom, smiling. “The nest has moved south, and not just for the winter.”
“And we’ve got a new little chick.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss Jody’s cheek. She stirred and sighed, wiggling against him again. “So sweet.”
“She is,” Carrie agreed, sliding a hand under Jody’s camisole to cup her breast. Jody moaned in her sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. “You’re really not mad?”
“Really not,” he assured her.
“Because there is one other thing.” Carrie worried her lip, meeting Doc’s questioning eyes. “I didn’t tell you…”
“Oh?”
The past several months, keeping Jody a secret from Doc, had been so difficult. But she still hadn’t confessed everything, not quite.
“Jody…” Her gaze dropped and she swallowed. “He was my first.”
“Your… first?” Doc’s eyebrows went up. Then he asked, “He?”
“Yeah.�
� She cleared her throat. “I told you I lost my virginity when I was in a group home in foster care, right? With a guy I knew there…”
“Jody?” Doc said her name and she stirred. “When she was… a he…?”
“Technically, I guess.” Carrie’s hand moved down Jody’s soft belly, playing with her navel ring. “But I think she was always just her… you know? She’s changed, on the outside, but she’s still Jody. I can’t explain it.”
“I get it.” Doc’s hand covered Carrie’s over Jody’s middle, meeting her eyes. “I fell just as hard as you did. I think I fell in love with her the first time she put a gun in my hand.”
Carrie laughed softly at that. “Hers—or the Glock you bought?”
“Ha.” Doc smiled. “Both? Hell, by the time I found out, for sure, it didn’t matter anymore. She could have had two cocks or a double vagina, for all I cared.”
“That would be fun.” Jody smiled, stretching, her eyes fluttering open. “I wonder if Dr. Timbor could do that?”
“I think we have all the genitals we need,” Carrie told her, laughing.
“Mmmm.” Jody sighed, licking her lips as Carrie flicked her navel ring. “I was dreaming about you…”
“Me?” Carrie asked.
“Both of you. I dreamed we were on a boat, sailing.” Jody reached back, grabbing a handful of Doc’s hip, and Carrie knew her husband’s hard cock was pressed up against Jody’s behind. “Am I still dreaming, babygirl?”
“No,” Carrie breathed, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Did I hear the phone ring?” Jody looked between them, a brief flash of fear in her eyes.
“Just Elise again.” Carrie made a face. “She’s mad we’re not selling.”
“And you two are sure?” she asked, for the millionth time. “I don’t want to make you do something you can’t afford—”
“Shh.” Carrie happily reassured her for the millionth time, pressing a finger to Jody’s lips. “We might not be as rich as Jackie, but we’re doing okay, trust me.”
“And we’re doing exactly what we want to do,” Doc reminded her.
“Are you?” Carrie asked her and Jody blinked at her, surprised. “I mean, you just left a billionaire for us. You do realize that right?”
“Totally worth it.” She snorted. “I didn’t have to think twice.”
“He was really a billionaire?” Carrie mused. Their three-point-whatever million seemed to pale in comparison.
Jody yawned. “He was so rich he bought another boat when he got the other one wet.”
“That’s pretty rich.” Doc chuckled at the phrase, shaking his head. “We’re definitely not that rich.”
“But that ship has sailed.” Jody gave a small, happy sigh, snuggling down between them.
“Time to get on board another one,” Carrie agreed, snuggling up with her. “Who knows where we’re headed?”
“I know where I’m headed, babygirl.” Jody started kissing her way down between Carrie’s cleavage. This pressed her ass against Doc’s groin and he gave a soft moan, shifting his pelvis against her.
“Where’s that?” Carrie smiled, watching Jody’s dark head disappear under the covers.
“I’m headin’ down yonder to fetch you outta these britches and see if I can cream your corn…”
“I have no idea what that means.” Carrie giggled, meeting Doc’s dancing gaze. Then her eyes went wide and she gave a little moan.
“I think you’re about to find out,” Doc said, then he gasped too.
“So are you,” Carrie laughed.
“Well, butter my ass and call me a biscuit.” Jody poked her head out from under the covers, grinning, looking between them. “I think I just found out what’s up, Doc.”
The End
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Babysitting the Baumgartners
A Baumgartner Reunion
Crazy About the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
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A Baumgartner Valentine
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Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
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BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS
By Selena Kitt
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Ronnie, now a college freshman, has been babysitting for the Baumgartners so long, she’s practically a member of the family.
When Mrs. Baumgartner—who insists on calling her Veronica—invites Ronnie along on their yearly vacation, the nanny jumps at the chance.
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When my legs felt steady enough to hold me, I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping myself in one of the big white bath sheets. My room was across the hall from the bathroom, and the Baumgartner’s was the next room over. The kids’ rooms were at the other end of the hallway.
As I made my way across the hall, I heard Mrs. B’s voice from behind their door. “You want that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?”
I stopped, my heart leaping, my breath caught. Oh my God. Were they talking about me? He said something, but it was low, and I couldn’t quite make it out. Then she said, “Just wait until I wax it for you. It’ll be soft and smooth as a baby.”
Shocked, I reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, standin
g there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing it wasn’t completely closed, still trying to hear what they were saying. There wasn’t any noise, now.
“Oh God!” I heard him groan. “Suck it harder.”
My eyes wide, I felt the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady heat. Was she sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his hand— even from a distance, I could tell it was big— much bigger than any of the boys I’d ever been with.
“Ahhhh fuck, Carrie!” He moaned. I bit my lip, hearing Mrs. B’s first name felt so wrong, somehow. “Take it all, baby!”
All?! My jaw dropped as I tried to imagine, pressing my hand over my throbbing mound. Mrs. B said something, but I couldn’t hear it, and as I leaned toward the door, I bumped it with the towel wrapped around my hair. My hand went to my mouth and I took an involuntary step back as the door edged open just a crack. I turned to go to my room, but I knew that they would hear the sound of my door.
“You want to fuck me, baby?” she purred. “God, I’m so wet ... did you see her sweet little tits?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he murmured. “I wanted to come all over them.”
Hearing his voice, I stepped back toward the door, peering through the crack. The bed was behind the door, at the opposite angle, but there was a large vanity table and mirror against the other wall, and I could see them reflected in it. Mrs. B was completely naked, kneeling over him. I saw her face, her breasts swinging as she took him into her mouth. His cock stood straight up in the air.
“She’s got beautiful tits, doesn’t she?” Mrs. B ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
“Yeah.” His hand moved in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. “I want to see her little pussy so bad. God, she’s so beautiful.”
“Do you want to see me eat it?” She moved up onto him, still stroking his cock. “Do you want to watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?”