Anything For Them

by Lola StVil

  The most significant part in all of this is that for the first time, I don’t feel alone. All the brothers are working to track Gorman down. They’ve found out what institution he was in for the past few years, and where he stayed when he first got into the city. They are seriously doing everything they can, including taking turns playing bodyguard. I told them it wasn’t necessary, and they said they were under orders from Jackson.

  I kept thanking Jackson for helping me, and he pointed out that being with me has helped him too. I said sex doesn’t count. He laughed and said he was referring to having fixed things with Megan.

  “How’d you make that happen?” I asked one night after dinner.

  “I thought about what you said, about focusing on the good parts of Green’s life. Like how happy he was after he passed his firearms exam. So, I thought it would be good to show her that side of it.

  “We record exams at the agency, and I got permission to show her his recording. She got to see how excited he was, and how much he loved finally being able to work in the field. It didn’t make everything better, but I think it gave her some peace,” he said.

  He was right about that. A few days later, Megan went into labor and sent us a picture of her new baby girl. I think that helped both Megan and Jackson move on.

  I wish we didn’t have Gorman to worry about because my new life with Jackson would be perfect. I make dinner for him and Aaron; he tries to make it home in time, and more often than not, he does. We sit at the table, talk, joke around, and catch up on each other’s day. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t with Jackson, and that’s how I know he’s the man I’ve been looking for all this time.

  I’d like to say that all the good stuff in my life outweighs Gorman, but it doesn’t. I find myself looking over my shoulder and always on edge. I will have good moments, like dinnertime, but for a vast portion of the day, I worry.

  I think Jackson knows that and that’s why he’s trying to distract me by asking me to go to a party. I said no at first, but then his mom called and said it was a benefit for the “Feed America” program. It’s an organization that provides food to homeless families. How could I turn that down? She asked for my help to sweet-talk some of the wealthy donors into giving more money.

  And now, we are in the middle of Mrs. Hunter’s home, and the benefit is in full swing. I want to work hard and get them as many donations as I can, so I work the room and hope for the best. I notice a certain hot FBI agent checking me out from across the room. I am a lucky girl.

  ***

  That woman across the room is going to be my wife. I asked Aaron’s blessing first, and he gave it to me. So, I got her ring last night. Thanks to Argo’s expert eye, we found a ring that’s perfect for her: vintage and classy. I can’t process the kind of happiness I’ve been feeling. I know she’ll say she doesn’t need a big ceremony, but Shelby and Argo have other plans. Our wedding will be elegant and gorgeous whether we like it or not. That’s one thing I can say for Endless, that woman can plan a party.

  I hear Mia laugh a few yards away from me. I’m so glad my mom talked her into coming tonight. She’s been so stressed lately. I understand; I’m feeling it too. I need this guy contained as soon as possible. My drive to find Gorman increases with every passing day. How dare he fuck with my family? How dare he terrify a little kid? It doesn’t matter, as Gorman won’t be a problem for long—I guarantee it.

  I hear her laugh again. God, I love that laugh. I watch her work the room with ease and grace. Anyone she’s speaking to gets her undivided attention, and it makes them feel special. She maintains eye contact and keeps them engaged. Her genuine, intoxicating laugh draws people over to her. Once they are near her, they can’t help but be pulled in by her warmth, humor, and intellect. It’s easy to see she’s in her element.

  She has turned more than a few heads. In fact, there are at least four men so far who are having trouble looking away from her. They gaze at her lethal curves, pouty lips, and supple breasts. They look at her like she just stepped out of their wet dream and into real life. I swallow my initial wave of jealousy, but soon, all I want is to take her away and have her all to myself.

  I walk towards her and whisper in her ear. “Every guy here is eye fucking you. It’s making me crazy,” I admit, knowing I sound like a fool.

  “What guys? All I see is you,” she says as she gazes into my eyes. Before I can reply, she walks away and goes to entertain a group across the room from us. But from that moment on, every action she takes is to get my attention.

  During the evening, she comes by where I am seated and reaches over me to get a glass, allowing me a perfect view of her firm ass. Later on, she sees me at the bar but doesn’t address me. Instead, she sits across the bar and casually dips a large chocolate covered strawberry into her champagne glass. She coils her tongue around the fruit and gingerly licks it. The room starts to grow quiet as I watch her dip and lick the strawberry. My pulse races as she wraps her mouth around the supple flesh of the fruit and bites down. The juice oozes out from the fruit and dribbles down her lips.

  Damn her.

  She makes sure I see her leave the bar. I follow her down the hallway, where she enters the library. I follow her, but she slips out of the back door. Seconds later, she texts me:

  “Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,

  Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.”

  Argh! Damn this woman. She’s turning me on and frustrating me at the same time. But I know that no matter what, I need to find where that damn quote is from. I look it up on my cell—it’s one of Shakespeare’s plays, Venus and Adonis. I quickly scour the library and find the Shakespeare section. I never in my life thought I’d care that much about plays. I look past the more prevalent plays and finally land on the play in question. I open the book and find the treasure she left for me—it’s soft, lacy, and powder blue.

  Christ.

  My woman is walking around this event sexy as fuck with no damn panties on. I bring the soft material to my face and inhale her heady scent. I have to find her and fuck her. Now.

  “Where are you?” I text.

  “Hope you enjoyed the preview. Can’t wait for us to get home,” she texts back.

  Home? She’s fucking crazy! No way I’m gonna wait. It’s taken all my focus to keep from being rock hard. Then she goes and takes off her panties? And now she wants me to wait. No fucking way.

  “I’m coming for you,” I vow.

  “You wouldn’t dare, not here,” she texts. I don’t bother to reply. I seek her out with the same fervor I would if she were a fugitive on the run. I spot her in a crowd that includes my parents and their friends.

  “I need to speak with you,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Maybe later, okay?” she says, pleading with her eyes.

  “No, now,” I reply with a smile. She started this, and I’m gonna finish it. She looks into my eyes and sees that I’m serious about taking her away. She excuses us, and we make our way down the hallway.

  “Okay, Jackson, I know I’m the one who started this but—” Before she can finish, I pull her into the coat closet and close the door behind us. We can hear the crowd of partygoers just outside the door, and there’s no lock at all, meaning someone could walk in on us at any time. I. Don’t. Care.

  I start kissing her with a need that is too strong to be absolutely satisfied. She kisses back, and groans as our tongues dance and collide with each other. I pull my pants down, hoist her up so that her legs are wrapped around my waist, and slam her against the wall.

  I yank her dress down, and she slips the straps of her bra down to expose her ripe, hard, pink nipples. I gather a fistful of her hair and yank down on it until her back arches up and her nipples and my mouth align. I suckle on her extended tips until they are swollen and glistening. I fervently trail kisses down her throat while my fingers slip between the slick folds of her pussy.

  She’s so wet, so ready.

  Her hips grin
d against my fingers, and she moans with longing. She wraps her legs even tighter around me as my fingers control her. Outside, there are footsteps approaching, but we don’t stop; we can’t. Somewhere along the way, the person takes a turn, and the closet door remains closed—for now. We should stop, but we don’t. Her tight pussy is too wet and feels too good.

  “Grab my cock, baby. Put me inside you.”

  The sensation of her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft sends me into overdrive. I’m so fucking hard; if I’m not careful, I’ll hurt her. She slides her hand up and down my cock to get a feel of how big and how long it is. Her eyes widen. It’s bigger and longer than she thought. She’s excited, but also nervous.

  “There’s so much of you,” she gasps. I smile and then suck on her earlobe. “Will you be gentle?” she begs.

  “No,” I reply as I bite down on her earlobe.

  “Good,” she cries out. She’s so focused on the slight pain in her ear, she doesn’t pick up on the pressure that’s pounding its way between her legs until it’s too late, and I’m already inside her. She gasps, and her breathing grows choppy and uneven.

  “That’s it, I’m in, baby. I’m in,” I promise her. She moans and moves so that her body can get used to me. But the longer I’m inside her, the more I lose my mind. “Mia baby, I gotta move, I gotta get in.”

  “More? You’re already so deep.”

  “No, baby, that’s not deep. This is…” I pry her legs further apart and plow into her with an unrelenting force that’s bigger than the both of us. She falls forward, using my chest to muffle her erotic cries. She lets my cock make its way to the deepest, softest, most vulnerable parts of her. Sometimes my thrusts are demanding, and sometimes they are giving. But no matter how hard or how deep I penetrate her, she takes me in. Her walls milk me with a reckless abandon unlike anything I’ve ever encountered.

  We are on the brink, and we dare not stop or even slow down. We slam into each other like the tide hitting the shore during a storm. We hear footsteps coming straight for the closet door. They get closer and closer, and unlike before they are not fading away. Someone is about to open the door and see us. I start to slow down, not sure if it’s worth the risk, fearing her being exposed.

  “Don’t you fucking stop,” she demands as she uses the walls of her pussy to trap my cock inside her. She rides me with renewed energy; her hips twist in ways that haven’t been invented yet. She takes my body on a ride, leaving planet Earth behind. Shit.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good right now,” I plead as we sweat and fuck our way into oblivion. Someone turns the doorknob. They are about to pull the door open. We should be scared, but the only thing I fear is that she’ll stop fucking me. And the only fear that comes from her is the fear that my cock will be taken away. Not a chance. We hold on tightly to each other as we ride our way into an orgasm that defies words. When we finally stop jerking and shivering, she collapses onto me. We exchange a long, lingering, gentle kiss.

  “Are you okay, baby?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I’m very good,” she says, beaming.

  “You look so goddamn beautiful,” I admit as I study her face.

  “Remind me to come to all your mom’s parties.” She laughs. “What happened to the person outside the door?” she asks.

  “Somehow, whoever was going to open the closet was diverted by a voice that ordered them to use the other coatroom,” I reply.

  “Whoever it was that sent them away, we owe them big.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” I grumble as I help her put her clothes back on.

  “Whose voice was it? Who saved us?” she asks.

  I sigh and shake my head. “Shelby.”

  We always manage to be just one step behind Gorman, and I can tell it’s starting to get to Jackson. It’s gotten to the point where his brothers had to take him aside and try to calm him down. They even suggested that he step down and let one of them take the lead. Jackson refused. The brothers understood but made him promise to pause before he did something reckless.

  Well, taking a pause didn’t help. Jackson got a lead—a guy who traffics in stolen goods got a visit from Gorman, who was looking to buy a gun. Jackson went to the dealer and told him to give up everything he knew about Gorman. The guy said he had a reputation and that he wouldn’t talk. Jackson literally threatened to shoot his balls off. The brothers were standing by, and they soon realized it was not a threat. Jackson was going to shoot this guy’s cock clean off. It took two of them—Logan and Wyatt—to get Jackson to back off.

  I began to fear that this whole mess would make Jackson lose himself. If Jackson becomes a violent, lawless man, then he’s letting Gorman change him. And I will be damned if I let anyone change the man I love.

  I was looking for a way to remind him about his kinder side and make sure he got in touch with who he was before this Gorman situation. It took some time, but I finally got an idea. Jackson once told me about how when Rose first got so sick she couldn’t leave the hospital. They used to like stargazing, but that was not possible anymore.

  So, the two of them would put together a puzzle when he came to see her. It wasn’t so much the puzzle, but having an activity to focus on helped them ease into their visit. It soon became their thing. He came into her hospital room once, and she wasn’t there. His heart nearly stopped thinking that maybe she had passed away in the middle of the night. It turns out they had taken her away, but just to run some tests.

  When he told her about what he first thought when she wasn’t there, she promised him that she wouldn’t die until the puzzle was done. And true to her word, they finished the puzzle. But he loved his sister so much that the thought of her being gone was just one he couldn’t take. So he went out and bought a five-thousand-piece puzzle because somewhere in his mind, he hoped that would push her to stay around longer. She died before they could finish it. He left the puzzle, unfinished, in his home office. He never touches it.

  I went into his office this morning, and an idea came to mind. I made some calls to the family, and a few hours later, we were all headed for dinner at Wyatt’s house. Just before we knock on the door, I tell Jackson what I have planned for him.

  “Tonight, the puzzle you started with Rose will get finished.”

  “What are you talking about? Baby, I told you, I can’t finish the puzzle. I was supposed to do it with Rose.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in close. “Your whole family is here because they want to help you. I know you can’t finish it with Rose, but maybe you can finish it for her.” I smile. He kisses me and happily agrees. We head inside Wyatt’s home. Aaron doesn’t wait for us; he just takes off to go play with the other kids upstairs.

  Wyatt has made a feast, and four of the five brothers are there—everyone except Shelby’s husband. There’s a table that’s been placed at the center of the room, where the puzzle pieces lie. Right away the brothers start playfully arguing about the best strategy to assemble a puzzle.

  “Everyone knows you start with the corners!” Logan says.

  “That’s why you SWAT guys never get shit done!” Cash counters.

  “No, you start with the section that has the easiest to fit pieces,” Wyatt adds.

  Winter rolls her eyes and starts working on the puzzle. “I see once again the women are going to have to rescue you men from yourselves.”

  The rest of the group joins her. Jackson looks at me from across the table and mouths the words, “Thank you.” And for the rest of the evening, we laugh, eat, drink, and help Rose with her final puzzle.

  Towards the end of the night, there’s a knock on Wyatt’s door. He opens it and grins when he sees who is joining us—Shelby and her husband.

  “Mia, this is my husband, Gage.”

  Gage. Is. Fucking. Gorgeous.

  Shit, they need to bottle whatever is in the gene pool and sell it. God knows I’d buy it.

  I can tell right away that Gage is not like his br
others. He has a certain understated sophistication. His crisp, high-end black button-down shirt, chiseled jaw, and sculpted body make it hard for me to stop staring. I’m lost in his smoldering eyes. He’s got a sexy-silent vibe going on. But it’s more than that; Gage has an air of mystery. Shelby is lucky she gets to solve it.

  Damn.

  “You are still in danger?” he asks.

  “Yes, but tonight, we are going to put that aside and try to have fun,” I reply.

  “How long have you been stalked?” he asks.

  “Years.”

  “Not acceptable.”

  “I know, but—”

  He stops me by holding up his hand. He makes a call. “Get me Cannon,” he says into the phone. His tone is absolute and leaves no room for argument. “I sent you a name. Where is the suspect’s location? ... Not good enough … you have an hour. Try not to piss me off. Find him. Now.” He hangs up and slightly nods towards me. “It’s handled. Tell Jackson to be ready.”

  ***

  Gage Hunter wasn’t kidding when he said he had it handled. Less than an hour later, SWAT is kicking down Gorman’s door on the Lower East Side. According to Jackson, Gage has access to the CIA and Homeland toys that the FBI doesn’t.

  I promised Jackson that I would stay put and be safe at home. But sitting here in the house is making me crazy; I want to know what’s happening. I want to know for sure that the brothers are okay. Ordinarily, I’d have Aaron as a distraction, but he’s on a class trip, and I’m off today, so I’m home alone.

  I pace up and down the house, not sure what to do. I want to call Argo, but his dad is in town, and the two of them are going out to lunch to talk about graduation. I’m so glad they are getting closer. But Argo is still nervous, and if I call and tell him that Gorman has been spotted, he’s going to want to come here and stay with me. I don’t want that. He needs to focus on his relationship with his dad.