The American Soldier Collection 7: Their Sin City Showgirl (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Chapter 7

  “Frank, explain it to us. This is a safe line. Conway’s team helped to do their thing and make it secure. Isn’t that right, Conway?” Sandman stated as he started the three-way conference call.

  “That’s right, Sandman. No one can listen in on this call. It’s just you, me, and Frank. My men have been looking into the congressman,” Conway stated.

  “Do you really think that’s a good idea? Every time the feds or some of the detectives start snooping deeper, we get a call or a threat. I just had one the other night,” Frank told them.

  “What happened?” Conway asked.

  Frank explained.

  “So you think they were just trying to scare you and that they would push for a location on J.J.?” Conway asked, and he tightened his jaw. He had become so protective of her. Every day, his attraction grew deeper.

  “The incident shook me up. For one, they had a picture of my girlfriend, a woman I was seeing under the radar because she’s on the job. So much for keeping that a secret anymore. The one who broke in was looking through old pictures of J.J.”

  “Why would you have old pictures of J.J.?” he asked.

  Frank was silent, and Conway knew immediately that the man was holding back information. Was J.J. once his lover, too? Could she have had a fling with her commander? It was possible. Things like that happened all the time, and he was seeing a woman in the department, now. Conway pushed for answers.

  “Well?” he asked.

  “I’ve known J.J. for a long time. We’re good friends. They must know this.”

  “There’s something else that myself and Big Jay found out.”

  “A private investigator? You had Big Jay snoop around, too? Shit,” Frank exclaimed, sounding really concerned.

  “Hey, Frank, you can trust myself, my connections, and Conway’s to be discreet. We’re very good at what we do, and especially working as a team. Isn’t that right, Conway,” Sandman replied.

  “That’s right. We’re pulling together our information and so far, we found that Dooley has been suspected of a lot of things. Things that if the public knew about, they sure as shit wouldn’t reelect him,” Conway stated.

  “That’s right. He’s not such a supporter of the military either. He was involved declining military personal stipends and supplemental support upon their return from service to those who needed it. Then he tried to cover it up, by exclaiming that he and his constituents hadn’t read all the fine print of the new law. A real shit, he is,” Sandman said.

  “We also found out that there were a series of incidents involving illegal prostitution. He would meet hookers at hotels, but not just any kind. He was into kinky shit. There was an investigation going on undercover as part of a sting operation. Drugs, manufacturing, and this illegal prostitution ring, where these thugs were bringing in women from other countries against their will. Anyway, an incident went down. There was gunfire exchange, a few undercover officers were killed, and Dooley was reported being at the scene. The specific information on that case was suddenly destroyed. It hadn’t shown anything about Dooley being there,” Conway told them.

  “Where was this at, and when?” Frank asked, sounding upset.

  “It was a couple of years ago. Out in Nevada. We have our men working on more and trying to uncover some of the buried information and possible evidence.”

  “Were the three men killed part of the special investigative unit here?”

  “Yeah. One was the head of training,” Conway said.

  Again, Frank’s silence was unnerving to Conway. He wished that he could see his face, read his body language, because then he might be able to tell if he was withholding information or hiding something.

  “We’ll keep digging. Conway and his men are very resourceful. They’ll help nail this asshole.”

  “How is J.J.? Is she holding up okay?” Frank asked. Conway felt the jealousy immediately.

  “She’s tough and very smart. We’re all getting along really well,” he added, just to say it.

  “Well, give her my best, and don’t tell her about all this other stuff, like the break-in or the info on the murders and drug deal. She has enough to think about,” Frank stated.

  Conway immediately felt uneasy about Frank’s remark.

  “We told her that we would help her. That’s what we plan on doing. The congressman’s life is about to get a bit more unstable. Just keep calm. Do your job, and Sandman will be in touch if more is needed.”

  “Okay. I guess we really don’t have any other options. Please, Conway. Keep J.J. safe. She’s very important to me.”

  “He will. I’ll be in touch,” Sandman stated and then disconnected the call.

  Conway leaned back in his chair and locked gazes with Calder.

  “What do you think?” he asked him.

  “There is or was something between them? J.J. and Frank, I mean. What do you think it?” Calder asked, as he leaned forward in his chair. He was wearing his camo pants and a black T-shirt.

  “I’m not certain, but I think we should find out. Why don’t you do your thing and start investigating Commander Frank Reynolds. Find out what you can and keep me posted.”

  “And what are you going to be doing?”

  Conway turned around in his seat and started typing on the computer’s keyboard.

  “I am going to begin phase one of our plan. Let’s see how the congressman feels about cyber harassment and losing some of his income to people who really need it.”

  “What are you going to do? Withdraw money from his account and transfer it to a secret account?”

  “Nope. Out of the kindness of his heart, the congressman is going to donate a nice sum of money to each of the surviving families of the victims he killed. Simultaneously all his electronic devices will get an instant message that will broadcast to every single one of his contacts both public and personal.”

  “What is the message going to say?” Calder asked with a smirk.

  “Oh. Something clever.”

  “How about give yourself up, you fucking loser?” Calder stated.

  Conway chuckled.

  “I think in this case, less is more. How about we start off with ‘the truth will be revealed’? And then move on to listing the names of the victims under ‘justice will be served’?”

  “You better make sure this can’t be tracked. I mean, even after we get this fucker behind bars and ensure that J.J. is safe. We don’t need some bullshit charges against us,” Calder stated.

  “Calder, give me a break. I’m the chief of police. What the fuck do I know about computer hacking? Everyone in the office thinks I’m computer illiterate. That’s more than twenty witnesses that prove I’m incapable of such things. Don’t worry. You taught me well,” Conway said and then typed away on the keyboard.

  Calder chuckled.

  “Phase one has officially commenced.”

  Chapter 8

  J.J. and Brook were in his workshop. Brook was showing her some of the pieces he was working on and the different designs he planned on creating. As he worked on a new piece he was almost finished with, she looked it over. It was a gorgeous Texas mesquite cabinet, with multiple doors and an open area with crisscross wood that could hold about twenty-four wine bottles. The design on the top of the cabinet, in its rich mesquite and red cedar, caused streaks of unique patterns that were eye-catching and beautiful.

  “I bet every piece that you make is different? The natural lines that the oils bring out are so bold and beautiful. You bring it to life,” she whispered as he showed her how he glossed over the top of the wood after choosing the stain of his choice. The wood went from dull, but still beautiful, to absolutely gorgeous. She was impressed.

  And as Brook explained more about his craft, she absorbed more of his work.

  “Do you sell the things you make?” she asked. When she turned to look at him, he was running his large hands back and forth over the top of the wood as if checking for imperfections. He an
swered her. Something about a store in town and one in the city, but she was too busy staring at him. His eyes were focused on the wood and the direction his palms were going as he inspected it. The muscles in his forearms shifted and expanded with every stroke. Why she suddenly wished she were the piece of wood, she didn’t know. But she did. She wanted his big, strong hands on her, stroking her, touching her, and bringing her that closeness and release she craved.

  The black shirt stretched over his large muscles and she wanted to walk over to him, push her hands underneath the cotton material, and feel his skin against her palms. He was rock solid and so damn sexy, her panties were already wet from fantasizing about him.

  He stopped what he was doing as if he realized that she was staring, and they locked gazes.

  Holy shit. He is so gorgeous. His dark brown eyes held hers with such conviction and desire.

  Then he squinted at her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, approaching, wiping his hands on his jeans. She didn’t care if they had wood dust on them. She wanted them on her skin, against her breasts, bringing her pleasure.

  He was in front of her, and the moment he reached out to place his fingers under her chin to tilt her face up toward him, she exhaled.

  “J.J.?”

  It was the scent of the fresh wood, the sawdust, his cologne and soap that hit her like a bolt of lightning.

  She stepped closer and did exactly what she fantasized about doing. She found the hem of his shirt with unsteady hands, slowly pressed them against his waist colliding with the belt buckle, and then skin. His hard, muscular abs were warm to touch and she pressed harder as she moved up along his abs to his chest.

  Gazing up into his eyes with her head tilted all the way back, she started taking uneasy breaths, and tears filled the back of her eyes. His scowl of concern just added to the attraction and need building inside of her.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  The dark brown of his eyes changed instantly from concern to excitement. She could have sworn she saw a twinkle right before he lifted her up and kissed her on the mouth.

  She straddled his hips and held on tight as his hands moved everywhere. It was exciting, invigorating, and she didn’t care where they were or where he placed her down, just as long as he filled her with his incredibly thick, hard cock pronto.

  * * * *

  Brook was feeling so sexually aroused just having J.J. in his workshop. But the fact that she seemed legitimately impressed with his craftsmanship touched his heart. She wasn’t bullshitting. He would know. She saw things in the patterns of wood and his designs that not everyone noticed immediately. But what got him hot and heavy was her expression when he turned to look at her and saw the hunger in her eyes that matched the hunger in his body.

  He was pressing his tongue deep into her mouth, wanting, needing to express the intensity of their connection.

  He didn’t know how he did it, but he pulled her shirt up and over her head, pausing only a second from kissing her to do it.

  He used his hand to shove things off the worktable so he could set her down on it. The dust filtered through the air and he pulled from her mouth as he held her head between his hands.

  “You drive me fucking wild,” he told her.

  The jade green of her eyes looked amazing and bright. They were filled with emotion and it appeared as if she were holding back tears. Could she be feeling the intensity he was feeling?

  “I need you. Oh God, Brook. It’s so crazy, but I want you so badly. Watching you work, using your hands to check the wood. I want your hands on me. I want you inside of me. Please, please, make love to me.”

  “Baby, you don’t have to ask me twice. But it’s kind of dusty in here. Maybe we should go inside.”

  She shook her head.

  “I want you now. In here, with the scent of wood and all your hard creative work surrounding us. This is all you, and I want all of you,” she said.

  He covered her mouth and kissed her again. The feel of the palms of her hands moving up and down his chest and then to the waist of his jeans fired him up.

  He pulled from her mouth and helped her to undo his pants. He pulled the condom from his pocket. He filled each pocket with one in hopes that she would feel the need to make love as much as he knew that he would want to. She had his heart already, and he’d fantasized about taking her in this room for weeks.

  He pulled her down from the workbench.

  “Turn around, bend over, and grab on to the wood for support.”

  Her eyes widened from his tone and he knew he barked out the order, but she did this to him. She turned him into a raving, wild man needy for her pussy and her pussy only.

  Her delicate fingers collided with the wood. He reached around her and undid her jeans and shoved them down to the floor. The sight of her black thong panties made his dick grow another inch with anticipation. He ran his palms along each globe and she moaned.

  “I love your ass, your body, your tits,” he said as he smoothed his hand over the globes, around her ribs to her breasts, cupping them. She moaned, tilting her head up and her ass back. His cock was hard and between her ass cheeks.

  “Fuck, baby, I want in.”

  “Get in then. Please, Brook. Please.”

  The desperation in her voice fed his male ego. She wanted him, needed him as much as he wanted and needed her.

  He stroked a finger over her pussy and was pleasantly surprised to feel that she was hot and wet.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

  He kissed her neck and licked and sucked the skin.

  She thrust back against him.

  “I’m wet and hot for you, Brook. Please. Don’t tease me.”

  She wiggled her ass again. He pulled back and gave her ass cheek a slap.

  “Oh.”

  The sound of her enjoyment thrust him into action. He rolled the condom on, fisted his cock in one hand to align it with her cunt from behind while using his other hand to grip her hip, before he shoved in. He thrust to the hilt, making her moan and then push back.

  He held himself within her. He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, and then cupped a breast. He pinched the nipple and she moaned.

  “Inside you is heaven, baby. You feel like home, like warm fire in the middle of the winter, like a sunset on a beach after a storm.”

  He pulled out and then shoved back in.

  “Oh, Brook. You feel amazing.”

  He continued to thrust into her, trying to ease the hunger and desire he had, but also the one J.J. had. Every time he pulled out to thrust back in, she countered, not giving him the time to move back in. She was desperate for his cock and that sent him over the edge.

  He stared at her toned, muscular arms as she held on to the workbench. Her tan, gorgeous shoulders and muscular back. All the way down to her luscious ass. He was on fire.

  In and out he increased his speed. He grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, spread them, and then massaged them hard. She was moaning and panting, and he was focused on bringing her pleasure.

  “You have one hell of a body on you, Vegas. I’m not ever going to let you go. You’re mine now.”

  “Yes. Yes, Brook, please go faster, harder, I need it.” She egged him on and that was it. He cupped her breasts and pounded into her cunt from behind while he pinched and pulled on her breasts. She was moaning and he was grunting trying to get deeper. He pulled his hands from her breasts to her shoulders and tightened his hold, as he ground deeper, as deep as he could get until he heard her scream her release and then he followed, moaning her name. He thrust three more times and then held himself deep within her, and relished in the aftermath of their amazing sex. The wood smell filled his nostrils. The scent of her perfume and shampoo encased them. He hugged her as he kissed her neck, her cheek, and then found her mouth, as she turned sideways.

  They laughed against their lips at the awkwardness of their bodies in this position.

  “Incredible,” he whispered
.

  “You sure are,” she replied.

  “I was talking about you.” She blushed and looked away. He squeezed her as hard as he could without hurting her before he slowly pulled from her body.

  He turned her around and cupped her face between his hands.

  “I meant what I said. I’m never gonna let you go, J.J. Never.” Her eyes held his as he leaned down and kissed her.

  He didn’t tell her, but he knew instantly that he loved her. He loved her, and one day soon, he would tell her and hope that she loved him too.

  * * * *

  “I don’t believe this. Look what Big Jay just sent me,” Calder said to Conway, as he pulled off the headset and unplugged it from the computer. Lincoln and Conway were smiling and they looked happy. That had been a rarity until J.J. showed up at their home. That thought lifted Calder’s spirits after the terrible video he’d just watched.

  “What?” he asked and then Lincoln tilted his head toward the computer screen. Calder looked, and saw Brook and J.J. making love against his workbench.

  He leaned back in his chair and watched a moment before Conway switched it off.

  “She’s incredible. I’ve never seen Brook so into anyone or anything but his woodwork,” Lincoln stated.

  “That’s because the woodwork has been his lifeline, Lincoln. Without it, the nightmares, the memories would be ruling his life,” Calder said.

  “She’s amazing, and more than anything we ever expected. We need to get her out of this danger. I won’t rest easy until that scumbag and his cohorts are behind bars,” Conway stated.

  “Well, this thing that Big Jay just sent me is more evidence against the congressman,” Calder told them and then turned the computer screen so they could all see the screen. He took some time to explain Big Jay’s investigation to them and what was on the tape, and where Big Jay got it.