Hero Undercover: 25 Breathtaking Bad Boys

by Annabel Joseph

  Joy was very vocal and he couldn’t help feeling satisfied as he took her past swearing at him, to pleading for mercy and straight onto outrageous promises to never do anything wrong again, including question his authority. When she finally became ridiculously incoherent, he eased up, administering a sharp slap every few minutes in between rubbing her bright red bottom firmly.

  Jay kept her in place over his lap as she sobbed into her arms. It occurred to him that she never once tried to reach back and protect her bottom. He took it as a good sign.

  “That, sweetheart, was a real, honest to goodness spanking,” he informed her. “It’s what you’ll get when you misbehave and don’t follow the rules. I don’t believe in using whips, canes or crops. If my hand can’t make you mind me, I might as well give it up. Occasionally I might use a paddle, but that’s rare. It’s not really needed to make my feelings known. So, do you hate me now?” he asked, nearly holding his breath.

  “No,” she whispered. Sniffling, she looked at him over her shoulder, her beautiful blue eyes wide and teary.

  “Then tell me what you’re feeling,” he encouraged as he cupped each cheek and gave it a squeeze that made her squeal.

  “I’m thinking I’m sorry I tried to run away last night and that I’ll try very hard not to make that mistake again,” she replied in a quivering voice.

  “Anything else?” he asked patiently.

  “Yes, I wish I’d met you long before I ever laid eyes on John Barrows,” she wailed pitifully.

  Smiling, Jay carefully helped her up and settled her on his lap, despite her hiss of pain. Instantly, she collapsed against his chest, her tears soaking his tee-shirt. He held her tenderly, soothing her and murmuring that all was forgiven. Joy tipped her face up to his. He claimed her lips, kissing her with all the passion he’d held in check until she was clutching him close and moaning into his mouth.

  “Jay,” she whispered when he finally raised his head and nibbled on her ear.

  “Hmm.”

  “Can we go in the bedroom now?” she asked.

  Holding her away from him, he looked into her eyes and saw what he was looking for. Trust, love and admiration mingled with the same intense desire he felt for her. He’d finally found the woman he’d been searching for.

  With a mighty roar, he stood with her in his arms and carried her from the room.

  Chapter 7

  In the bedroom Jay stood her on her feet and pulled the jersey over her head.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, reverently tracing the small wounds on her breasts.

  “It won’t bother you if I have scars?” she asked nervously.

  Jay laughed and pulled off his shirt. He was a warrior, complete with the marks to prove it. There were several small wounds long healed from gunshots and two that were obviously from attacks with a sharp instrument.

  “I guess if you can deal with these, I can deal with a few deep scratches. Besides, yours will heal and even if they leave a tiny scar, they are still the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” he replied, softly lifting them and testing their weight. “They’re perfect,” he said, thumbing her nipples.

  Reaching to his waist, he undid his jeans and shucked them. He watched her face as his manhood sprang free. It could be a bit intimidating and he waited for the look of panic to cross her face. Instead, she licked her lips and he smothered his groan.

  “Lady’s choice,” he said as he opened the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out several condoms.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You get to pick the position this first time,” he offered. “I don’t know how experienced you are, so it’s best if you chose. As you can see, I might not be so easy to accommodate.”

  Joy smiled, placed her hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him back onto the bed.

  “I’ll ride,” she giggled, bounding onto the bed next to him.

  “Why am I not surprised?” he groaned.

  “Well, if someone had not blistered my ass, I might be more inclined to take the bottom,” she said with a touch of sass. “Now, since I get the choice, I might as well make it as pleasant for myself as I can. It’s not like I didn’t spend all night aching for you.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes, and I must say it was very unkind of you to fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow while I lay here all night panting for you. But you knew that didn’t you?” she asked, cocking her head to one side and watching him suspiciously. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you talked to me like that.”

  “I’ll admit to nothing,” he replied, grinning as he handed her a condom and put his hands behind his head. “It might also benefit you to remember that in the position you’ve chosen, you’ve left your bottom totally unprotected,” he drawled.

  Joy opened the condom and began to roll it down his cock very, very slowly.

  “Ah, but I intend to be a very good girl,” she teased, grinning. Placing her hands on his chest, she moved to straddle him. “So good in fact that I doubt you’ll be thinking of anything beyond…”

  Jay tossed his head back and laughed out loud.

  “Oh you poor naughty little girl,” he said, still chuckling. “Don’t delude yourself. I will always, always be thinking about spanking you.”

  Joy paused, meeting his twinkling eyes.

  “You will?” she croaked out.

  “Definitely, you see we have the same triggers. You find submitting to me exciting. The knowledge that I will discipline you whenever I see the need makes you melt. I have no doubt that your body will always betray you becoming wet and needy each time I take you to task.

  “I, on the other hand, love the idea of being your dominant mate. I will never be able to spank you without acquiring a raging hard-on and I most certainly will satisfy that desire as soon as you’ve been suitably punished and I feel you’ve learned your lesson.”

  “I see,” she whispered, holding herself above him.

  “And to that end you have about three seconds to start sliding down onto me before I decide to encourage you with a few swats to that oh so tempting behind,” he warned.

  “Oh,” she said with a nervous gulp.

  “Don’t worry, baby. You can do this,” he said, reaching to stroke her hair. “I need you so badly. Please don’t make me wait any longer. Last night was hell for me too.”

  Carefully Joy positioned herself over him, the thick tip of his cock nudging its way into her vagina. She’d immediately realized how long he was, but the width of him surprised her and she hesitated. She was ready; there was no doubt about that. Her thighs had been slick since he swatted her bottom for the third time. This was what she’d wanted most of her life and never found. Now this spectacular man was sprawled before her like a high end buffet and she meant to have him all.

  Slowly, she forced herself to relax. Taking a deep breath, she eased down on him a few inches and shivered.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathed. “God, you feel so good. Don’t stop now, baby.”

  Joy took another inch and gasped, clutching his shoulders now. His hands came to her hips and helped steady her but he did not use force. He was waiting for her. It warmed her heart.

  Lifting her hips, she pulled up from him before settling back down, taking a little more. She bit her lip, her head falling back, her long hair tickling his thighs.

  “Good heavens,” she cried. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “You’re doing fine, baby,” he ground out. “Take your time.” Releasing one of her hips, he moved his hand between her legs and easily found her swollen clit. “Up and down, honey, up and down,” he ordered as he circled her silky nub. “That’s a good girl. We’ll get there.”

  Almost in a trance, Joy began to follow his directions and she realized his deep, commanding voice made a difference.

  “Take a little more this time, sweetheart,” he said. “My cock was made for your sweet pussy and you’ll learn to take it all. We just need t
o stretch you out, but damn it feels so good, nice and tight. As soon as I hang Barrows’ ass, you and I are going to get to a doctor to be checked out. I can’t wait to fuck this pussy without a condom, can’t wait to flood it with my come,” he growled.

  “Are you doing okay, baby?” he asked, gritting his teeth.

  “Yes,” she answered on a pant. “You’re just so much bigger than I ever—”

  “I know,” he sighed. “Up and down, do it now,” he demanded. “I need to feel every bit of your snug little body gripping me. Mind me now, honey, before I have to slap that sweet ass and give you a little encouragement. You really don’t want another spanking, do you?”

  It was too much. This man had stepped right out of her dreams, or maybe they were nightmares, but either way she felt compelled to obey him. Her nails dug into his flesh as she rode him, taking more each time she sank down. His busy hand between her legs brought her closer and closer to losing her mind.

  Finally, he sat up, grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. As soon as his hands took possession of her bottom, grasping her sore cheeks, she lost it. Her arms came around his neck as he took control from her, sliding her back and forth on his cock.

  He did not force her to take all of him; instead he made her crave the pain his total penetration would bring. Tossing back her head, she screamed out her release as he pulled her snug against him. She could feel him throbbing inside her as he too gave himself up to the incredible pleasure, growling out his passion in her ear.

  He lifted her from him when his breathing had slowed and they collapsed back onto the bed. Tucking her close to his side he moved his mouth to her ear as his hand stroked her damp and quivering limbs.

  “Take a nap, baby. When you wake up I’m taking you again, my way.”

  Joy hugged the arm he tossed over her and nodded. Then she closed her eyes and went to sleep, sore and sated.

  They woke mid-afternoon in a tangle of limbs, both of them starving. Jay got up and headed straight to the bathroom, taking his beeping phone with him. She could hear him talking but could not make out his words. When he returned, he tossed her the clothes she’d worn yesterday.

  “Get dressed,” he barked. “We need to leave, now.”

  Joy wanted to ask him so badly what was going on, but the tone of his voice did not encourage questions. With her bottom still sore, she chose not to push. Instead, she used the bathroom and dressed quickly. In the kitchen, he handed her a bottle of water and a package of crackers.

  “These will have to do for now,” he said, taking her hand and leading her into the garage.

  This time they did not take his Mustang. Instead he steered her to a black SUV she hadn’t even noticed yesterday and lifted her onto the passenger seat. There was a definite sense of urgency and she wanted to ask him if they were in danger, but she kept quiet. She was surprised to realize she trusted him to tell her what she needed to know, trusted him to protect her. It was a comforting feeling and she relaxed against the seat. They were a good twenty miles down the highway before Jay turned and looked at her.

  “You surprise me, baby. I figured you’d be full of questions,” he remarked.

  “I am.”

  “Yet you’ve been quiet. Are you frightened?” he asked, reaching for her hand.

  “No. I figure you’ll tell me where we’re going when you’re ready. I’m not afraid of John, not when you’re with me,” she said honestly. “I mean I’d feel better if I had a gun, just in case I have to shoot the bastard, but I’m pretty sure you won’t give me one.”

  “Do you have any experience with firearms?” he asked, slightly surprised.

  “Nope, but I’m willing to learn.”

  “When we get to my ranch in Montana, perhaps I will teach you. It’s a skill you should probably have,” he admitted. “I have some enemies. Now so do you.”

  “Montana?”

  “Yes, I have a place there. It’s where I go to regroup between assignments.”

  “Will I like it there?”

  “I do. It’s beautiful, private and pretty isolated. In my opinion, it’s the most peaceful place on earth.”

  “Is that what you’re looking for, Jay? Peace?” she asked seriously. “You may not find that with me. I can be pretty opinionated and stubborn,” she admitted.

  “I have the cure,” he replied with a grin and a wink.

  Joy could not contain her laugh.

  “You may at that,” she conceded, with a blush. “How long will we be there?”

  “Until you have to testify,” he said. “They’ve arrested Barrows. In the next few days we’ll be meeting with federal prosecutors and sharing the information you have along with what my partner and I have uncovered. A trial date will be set and it will be my responsibility to keep you safe until then.”

  “And after?” she asked softly.

  “After you will have to make a decision,” he sighed, keeping his eyes on the road. “My intention was to make this my last mission and return to my ranch permanently. It’s still what I want, but things have changed.”

  “Meaning me?”

  “Yes. Joy, as much as I want you I realize you’re still a young woman with a career you’re just starting. Once your name begins to make the rounds within the agency, there will be those who will want your services. It’s a dangerous business, but they’ll court you. There will be offers; very tempting offers for you to infiltrate other agencies and suspicious businesses with ties to various crimes, money laundering, racketeering, terrorist activities and I don’t know if I’ll be able to allow that.

  “You’d make a good agent. There’s no question about that. You’re young, beautiful, and talented. You have an innocence about you that will throw people off the scent. They’ll never suspect you and that’s a big plus as far as the powers that be are concerned.”

  “Why do you want to retire?” she asked, turning in her seat to look at him.

  “I’ve been doing this a long time, baby. I guess I’m ready for a change. I wanted to settle down, find a woman of my own. I don’t know about kids. Anyone connected to me in any way is always at risk,” he admitted frowning. “It’s not really even fair to ask you to share that life with me, but I’m a selfish bastard and I’ll tell you straight up, I’ll do about anything I can think of to keep you with me, but I won’t lie to you.”

  “Thank you for telling me,” she said softly.

  They drove for two straight days, stopping only to use the bathroom and grab a sandwich. He bought her a jacket at a truck stop that covered her stained sweatshirt. Jay let her drive so he could catch a few hours of sleep. She nodded off while he drove.

  Finally, they turned onto a long dirt drive. The name on the rural mailbox said ‘Masters.’

  Joy looked at him, the question in her eyes.

  “That’s who I am here, Jacob Masters. You’ll be given a new name as well and the identification to match. It’s safer.”

  Joy nodded, watching as a lovely ranch house came into view. He parked in front of the house. There were cattle milling around in pastures for as far as she could see and several men on horseback. One of them rode up to the SUV and dismounted.

  “Welcome home, Jay,” he said shaking his hand. “Did you have a good trip?”

  “The best,” Jay replied, walking around and opening her door. “Look what I found on my travels,” he continued with a grin. “This is my neighbor, John Phelps,” he said, taking Joy’s hand. “He keeps an eye on things when I’m gone and I do the same for him. John, this is a little filly I picked up on my way home. I’m thinking of keeping her,” he teased, throwing his arm around her shoulders.

  “Please to meet you, ma’am,” John said with a nod.

  Joy smiled and pressed her cheek to Jay’s chest.

  “She’s a little shy and plenty tired,” Jay explained. “I need to get her in the house.”

  “I understand. Me and the boys will be heading on home now. You give a yell if you need anything. W
e’ll talk soon.”

  “Thanks, buddy,” Jay said, shaking the man’s hand again.

  Joy stood on the covered porch and watched the men ride away, her hand shading her eyes.

  “How can you leave this place, the cows for weeks and months at a time?” she asked as he led her into the house.

  “Cattle,” he corrected her, “and they don’t need much, grazing land, which I have plenty of, water and someone to ride the fence line every now and then checking for breaks. That’s about it. A good number of them will be sold off come fall and when the snows come, it will be much more work, but for now I manage on my own with a little help from my neighbors. We mind our own business, but we’re pretty close knit just the same.”

  “It’s beautiful country,” she murmured, looking out the window. “I can see why they call it Big Sky.”

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Not really. I just want a shower and a real bed. Later I’ll make a meal if you like. I’m so sick of drive-in food.”

  “The freezer and cupboards are well stocked, but we’ll be shy on perishables until we can get to town. Come on, I’ll show you the bedroom.”

  Six Months Later

  Joelle Masters lay on the couch, an email in her hand and her feet on her husband’s lap as he absently rubbed them and read the newspaper.

  “Here’s an interesting one,” she said, perking up. “It’s for both of us this time, a job for a married couple. Chet thinks it might be right up our alley.”

  “No.”

  “But you haven’t even heard the details yet,” she complained. “I don’t know why you let me go through all that training if you’re never going to let me actually leave the ranch,” she continued, making a face.

  “Don’t pout,” he scolded. “You know I hate that.”

  “How can you tell? You’re not even looking at me,” she snapped.