Her Ex's Dad

by J. L. Beck

  Not understanding what this was all about, I just didn’t know what to do. His insistence on taking everything from me was crazy. It just did not make any sense. I let out a frustrated sigh and pulled the cheap watch from my wrist. My eyes grew beady as I raised my arm to throw the dammed thing into his good-looking face.

  “Unh-uh…” He slowly shook his head with warning as humor continued to dance in his gaze. He reached out and grabbed the watch, gathered my clothes and stepped over to his pile, scooping his clothing up.

  I found myself breathing heavily as I realized that not only was I very naked, but I was trapped in a truck with a stranger who also happened to be NAKED. And it wasn’t a bad naked either, he had to be the BEST naked I ever fucking saw, for Pete’s Sake. I now conspicuously felt the cool air hitting my skin, as I watched him bend over.

  My eyes widened as my skin flushed. And a perfect ass too? I rubbed my arms with a chill of reality or maybe the hots, I just didn’t know for sure. I just couldn’t decide if I wanted to kick that fabulous butt or grab—

  Unexpectedly, as if he knew I’d been ass gawking, he flipped around to stare at me. His focus started at my calves, then slowly his eyes rose up to my thighs. He studied my pink lace trimmed undies and then his perusal stretched higher to my lace covered boobs.

  At his bold perusal, I sucked my breath in. This guy is checking me out? Oh, man. It’s not like you weren’t guilty of doing the same just now, Macy. Then I realized my skin even felt prickly as if it could actually feel his penetrating stare.

  Well, damn I still couldn’t tell what he might be thinking, but I’d better get a grip on myself and now. I mean it can’t be that he thinks I have this hot bod or anything. But just look at him! I can’t blame myself for staring. I mean I would let all of womanhood down if I didn’t at least enjoy looking at a guy like this. Crazy or not, the man was hot from head to toe.

  He gave me a huge, wickedly handsome grin.

  My eyes widened. “Wait a minute here…”

  He reached down and lowered his briefs.

  My mouth dried up completely as my stomach seemed to fill up with butterflies. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This had to be the strangest adventure in my memory. I should’ve been looking for a weapon, a way out, forming a plan. But no—I found myself wanting to see the final act of hot, crazy guy—stripping to his natural state.

  Half-naked Adonis halted his debriefing and stared at my bra. “I’ll remove mine when you remove yours.” The challenge in his eyes and voice was unmistakable.

  My now dry mouth popped open completely.

  Chapter Four

  Tucker

  I’d totally ran out of patience as I stared at this girl who obviously excelled as a great actress. Despite her sweet voice and sexy fiery temper that matched the hue of her hair, I needed to get through this alive and whole. These buyers sent a woman to procure the component and I felt furious about it. Like they wanted to either trap me, trick me or seduce me in some way. They must think I’m some kind of idiot with money and a dick but no brains. I reached into my trousers which lay over my arm and took out the tiny chip. Then, raised it up. “See? I have it.”

  The woman remained open mouthed and her green eyes were still wide as she gawked at me.

  “Okay, so now take off the bra and panties.”

  Her mouth slammed shut and her eyes seemed to dilate as shock instantly turned to rage. “Go…Fuck…Yourself!”

  At her unlady-like response, I jerked my head back and took a long look at this woman of espionage. It was obvious that she was upset, whether she felt angry or truly afraid, I really couldn’t tell. On the other hand, I couldn’t afford to figure it out right now. “Take them off or I will do it for you, just like before. We only have one minute left.”

  She turned her head and looked all around as if trying to find a way out.

  “Okay, we’ll do it your way.” I rushed over to her and grabbed her bra straps.

  “Stop it!” she pounded at me with her fists.

  I ignored her. I ripped her lace bra and panties from her skin.

  Fiery girl tried her best to hold onto the scraps of material I’d left. “Help!” she screamed as she fought me.

  I then, promptly balled up her underwear, took all the clothing and went around her. I decided to brave it out and make good on the orders I’d received. When I got to the trailer door, I turned and faced her, tucked the bundle under one arm, then peeled my black briefs down and off. I looked right into her awe stricken, wide green eyes as I did so. The fact that my cock sprang out, hard long and ready to race was something I would just have to live with. Then, I struggled to unhook the door. The sunlight and a heated rush of air almost knocked me down as I attempted to fight the wind and throw the clothing out.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked.

  Using all my strength to keep the door on its hinges and tugging it back toward me, I tossed all our clothes out then finally pulled it shut and latched it back. “You know full well…What.”

  A stunned look registered on her paling face as though she just then realized what I’d done, she screamed in frustration and lunged for me.

  I caught her and tried to grab her hands as her nails were digging into my forearms. Despite the heated struggle, I could smell her light perfume or her shampoo maybe? It permeated my senses. Her bare body was rubbing against mine and I felt myself harden, all over again. She was built perfectly for me, with soft skin and curves all over.

  Unexpectedly, she halted her struggles, as she must have run out of air or energy. “W-why are you—doing this?” she asked breathlessly, as she peered up at me with those angelic green eyes. Her ample chest was heaving with her gasping breaths.

  I held her wrists while staring at those full breasts, she was built perfect there too, full and large enough for me to get lost in pursuing—I felt my mouth water as her nipples looked rosy sweet and perfectly erect. I sure didn’t expect her to stop the shrieking onslaught so suddenly and I sure hadn’t anticipate her question either. “I could ask you the same thing.” I let go of her hands.

  Covering her nippled glory with her arms as though she felt my heated stare, she huffed, “You mean, why am I defending myself against some madman, who grabbed me up, threw me into a truck—then ripped off my clothes?”

  Okay, now, I hadn’t expected that answer at all either. “The message.”

  She batted her eyes at me in seeming confusion. “The message?’

  I nodded and fought the urge to tug her arms away from her breasts. In fact, I found myself fighting many urges at the moment. “The one you brought to me.”

  She narrowed her emerald eyes at me. “Oh, so the message I delivered, told you to throw me into a truck?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

  I fought a smile. She sure was sweet to look at and I wondered if she did taste as delicious as she looked—just so dang cute for a fucking spy. She reminded me of some kind of sexy doll or—I shook my head to focus on the conversation again. “As a matter of fact, it did,” I paused. “Well, it told me to get us both into the truck.”

  Miss Bare Doll truly looked baffled. “Then, I suppose the note you found here…”

  I laughed outright and then answered, “Yeah, it told me to strip us both and throw our clothing out the back within three minutes or pay dire consequences.”

  She took a step back her face turning extremely pale. “Why in the hell would someone…? You mean we’re stranded and naked in a truck-trailer, going down the interstate?”

  I slowly nodded my head. “Yep. I guess you could put it that way.” I couldn’t stop looking at this enigma of a woman, even though I knew I should be trying to figure a way out of this. I needed to strategize and search the trailer for anything I could use. Instead, I took another long leisurely look at the nude form that stood before me. She looked perfectly filled out with rounded curves and full thighs. Her skin drew my eyes in with an almost magnetic tug. Satiny in appearance and it re
ally could be described as peaches and cream. Yeah, I bet she’s full of sweet cream all right. I then realized I’d been looking for at least an eyeful minute and raised my gaze up. “The order to strip was probably to ensure that we wore no trackers.”

  Her eyes rounded. “Trackers?”

  Shrugging, I swung my eyes away from that delicious bod of hers. I was chastising myself again. I’d better get myself together, instead of proving to the buyers that I was simply a walking dick with no real brain. My cock and its urges could get me killed in this instance. I kept letting all that sweet satiny looking skin cloud my mind, there was no telling what she might be capable of. I instantly smirked to myself. Then again, I sure would like to find out. I fought hard to ignore the wicked dick manipulated voice in my head. “I’m sure you realize there’s no need to keep acting the part of an innocent bystander.”

  “Innocent?—oooh!” She stomped her foot while trying to keep her ample boobs covered with her arms. “I just knew it couldn’t actually be that easy. I should’ve known it was too good to be true!” She walked somewhat haphazardly over the metal floor with an almost zigzagging like pacing. Keeping one arm over her breasts while she attempted to use the other to cover her round lush looking bottom. “I knew better! Pink, red, green? What the hell was I thinking? Should’ve spotted that lying cartoon Cheshire creep for what he was! Oooh! Another con job. Another crazy…” Halting, she stomped her small foot as her sweet ass cheeks bounced.

  I puzzled over her rambling. Cheshire? Pink? Well, I couldn’t care what nonsense she might be muttering about. All I could do was enjoy watching her cute meandering with its intermittent peeks at her sweet pink looking behind. Her furious pacing gracing me with all kinds of tasty glimpses. If they picked a female they thought would get to me, they sure knew my tastes well. The madder she got, the harder my dick became. Her expressions were so animated, her face so lovely with a slight sprinkling of light freckles. Looking lower, I could see a cute red bush and well—hell, she was buck ass naked too, so it made looking all the more easier. “So, what’s next?”

  Halting again, she stared up at me. “Will you stop asking me that!”

  “Seems to me, you’re the one who knows the most here.”

  Her eyes flamed at me as she stepped close. “Listen, you suicidal jackass. I was paid to deliver a massage…End. Of. Story.”

  I stared into her big jade-like eyes and noted how they seemed to darken when she was angry. In fact, all her qualities became enhanced by severe emotions. I wonder if her eyes do that when she gets hot and wet? The heated look they reflected made my spine vibrate in the oddest way. I’d never met a woman who could do that. “Really?”

  She nodded rapidly as her silky red curls bounced and then she began that glorious skin-showing pacing again. “Yeah. That little lying rat bastard, hobbit looking freak with the horn rimmed glasses said, ‘Man in a limo at seven pm.’ ” Her voice mimicked sounding like Bugs Bunny. “So, I know the least in all of this.” She halted again and stared over at me. “Are you some kind of a mob guy or criminal?”

  I almost bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Well, what do you think?”

  She glared at me, her eyes near to glowing with rage. “I’m glad you’re having so much fun while we’re trapped in a semi trailer, naked as the day we were—”

  Well shit…I just couldn’t take it anymore. I tugged her close, skin meeting skin…Yeah, okay…my dick won out. I decided in that moment, I was going to grab up that lush body to get a good feel of all that silky skin and curves. I so badly wanted try out those pink lips too. I’d been wondering what she tasted like since the moment I saw her at the truck stop. God Dammit, I just had to. I promptly wrapped my arms around her, placed my mouth over hers, and gently pushed my tongue in.

  To hell with the truck, the chip, and the whole fucking FBI…I was going to get a taste and feel of this delicious looking spitfire.

  Chapter Five

  MACY

  Whoa, what just happened? Crazy, naked, hot guy is kissing me? Oh, wow! He tasted like—like heaven. Poof! My rage instantly evaporated. My fear left me, my anxiety left me. All I knew was hot man…hard bod…sweet lips. I moved in closer and his hard pecs caressed my nipples with an exquisite rush. I realized my sanity must have left me too, when I wholeheartedly kissed him back, like I would die without his tongue in my mouth. My heart pounded in my ears as his tongue delved and danced with mine. My body started to heat up and I felt my knees go weak again.

  Never—ever had I been kissed like this. The rush of adrenaline it caused in my body made me dizzy. His clean male scent permeated my nose—the taste of him filling my mouth like a starburst candy full of hot honey. A roar filled my ears. Inexplicably, I felt wet instantly and I nibbled at his lower lip while a blazing need ran through my body.

  His hands slowly dropped from my arms, down to my naked ass—he grabbed my bare cheeks and squeezed.

  I gasped as his kiss deepened and I felt like might explode right then and there. Who would have thought my butt cheeks were an erogenous zone? I could feel his erection at my thighs and I knew he positively felt the same exact way. Wow. He is attracted to me! I could hardly believe it, but the proof prodded at my lower belly.

  He brought his strong hands up and grabbed my head, his kiss deepened while his skin felt hot to my flushing body. I’m gonna faint! To be kissed until you passed out from the pure ecstasy of it? Not possible! No way.

  Unexpectedly, he broke the breathless out of this world kiss.

  It felt like a life force had been cut off, like someone pulled the plug. I gasped for air, and felt like the world was spinning around me. I opened my eyes to stare into his blazing blue gaze.

  He stared at my lips as if he fought off the urge to kiss them again. “Who are you?” he whispered.

  I realized I might not even know my own name at this point, but I smiled at the thought of a man’s kiss being powerful enough to actually make me pass out, causing me to have a sudden fit of blonde-amnesia. “…Mac—Sin—sin…” I stuttered like a child.

  He grinned at me. “Yeah, you really could be a sin all right.” His smile faded away as he took a step back and cleared his throat.

  “Its…Macy Sinclair.”

  He smiled at me. “Macy. Cute.”

  “So what do we do?” I asked.

  “Um, let’s see if we can find some kind of clue about what’s happening here.” He actually just made a 180 degree turn as he avoided my gaze and my bare body.

  I tried to get myself under control. What’s happening? You were about to jump his body like a crazed nympho on crack that what’s happening! You intended to climb him like a tree. Embarrassment flooded me. It’s one thing for him to up and kiss me senseless, but it’s a whole other thing for me to act senseless right now. I instantly covered my large breasts as an afterthought and watched him move around the trailer-made apartment room. Yeah, a WAY afterthought, you bimbo! You shoved your tits right up against him and now you’re acting like you care about your bare boobs being exposed?

  “AH-ha!” he shouted from the front part of the trailer.

  I glanced up, his shout startling me from my crazy whirlwind thoughts. I rushed over. “What is it?”

  Grinning hugely, he held up robes. “Covering!”

  Instead of looking at the robes, I stared at his brilliant smile. How can someone who’s obviously over the top insane smile like that? His grin was so warm and the look in his eyes so genuine, like he was as innocent as me in all of this. I’m doing it again! I chastised myself immediately. False hope. Bad judgment in men, friends and even about what freakin’ bus to take. Leaping before you really look. So many times, I’d leapt straight off so many cliffs, only to fall and fail. Shyly, I stepped closer and grabbed the pink one from his grasp.

  He shook his head at me. “I’m only glad cause, you standing around naked is…”

  I put the robe on and glanced up. “Is…?”

  He chuckled and put the blue robe
on.

  “So, you trust me now?” I asked.

  He swung his gaze up as he tied the robe sash and didn’t answer for a full minute. “Maybe—but I’m starting to not trust myself.” He still seemed to avoid my gaze as he continued to look around the room.

  I watched him. He must be the best-looking male I’d seen in many days or like—fucking ever! He looked GQ, but he acted like a good ole boy. It didn’t make sense. Who is he? “Who are you?” It popped right out of my mouth and no surprise there, as I had a bad habit of doing that.

  He slowly swung his eyes back over at me. “You mean you don’t know?”

  Perplexed, I shook my head. “You’re the man in the limo at—”

  Shaking his head, he laughed. “—seven pm?”

  I nodded.

  Mr. GQ seemed to hesitate as he let out a sigh. “My name is…” he halted. “My name is Tucker.”

  I gave him a small smile. “Okay, Mister Tucker. What is this all about?”

  “No, my first name is—”

  The flatscreen TV came on with a loud beep and a man’s face appeared on the screen. “Mr. Midland…” the speaker rang out with a foreign sounding voice.

  Tucker moved over to get a better look.

  I slid over too.

  “I hope you weren’t inconvenienced much,” the man spoke from the TV.

  “Oh no…not at all.” Tucker quipped in a hard sounding tone. “A semi truck just tried to make road kill out of me, then I was forced onto another semi where I had to throw away all my—”

  “Mister Midland, please!” The man cut him off.

  Tucker sighed with seeming frustration and shoved his hands into his robe pockets.

  “Do you have the component with you?”

  Tucker nodded.

  “We knew about the FBI, Mr. Midland.”