TRUE HERO: A Romantic Suspense Novel (True Hearts Series Book 1)

by Susan Owensby

  “Go ahead, Freckles, and lift the lids. See what we have for dinner,” I told her with a smile, as I sat next to her.

  Ally lifted the first lid and squealed. She proceeded to lift them all, laughing with pure joy. “You remembered my favorite foods. Jonah, if I forget to tell you, I just want you to know that this has been the most amazing night of my life.” Smiling she dug into pancakes of every flavor, syrups in varying types, bacon, sausage, eggs, you name it. Not realizing how hungry I was, I joined her. We made a pretty good dent in the amount of food before we both sat back and groaned at how full we were. Opening a bottle of wine and pouring us each a glass, I sat back and gazed at the stars with her for quite a while.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jonah

  After recuperating from our food orgy, we talked about Little League, which would start soon. I told her how I planned to work with Sam now so I could teach him the basics and see which position he would be best at. She was so pleased that she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

  “You are an amazing man. An amazing person. I am so happy that we met, Jonah. More than you could ever know,” she spoke with her heart.

  When she leaned forward without any thought of her shawl, the front of her dress slid down giving my eyes a lovely view of her cleavage. Fuuuckkk! The view had me getting hard already. It was passed time to get out of here. Grabbing her hand and placing a kiss gently on top, I said, “Time to go, Ally.”

  Disappointment colored her features. Over the night coming to an end? That’s what she thought. I had other plans though for my place. I scooped her up and headed back to my car. Having a full belly, she snuggled into me and was nearly asleep when I asked her to open the door. Once we were both buckled in, I headed toward my house which was only twenty minutes away. She noticed we were going a different direction when we passed up the last turn for her place.

  “Where are we going, Jonah? You just missed my turnoff,” she asked looking over at me with curiosity.

  “Well, I thought it was time that you got to see where I lived. After I retired from the Navy, I bought a house about six or seven miles from where you live. That was just over three years ago. When I first came home, I stayed with Mom and Dad but I needed my own place. I searched for a while until I found this place and when I saw it, I knew it was perfect.

  “Oh. Umm, well ok. I didn’t want the night to be over anyway.” She smiled at me.

  As I turned the corner, my house, the only one on a dead-end road, came into view. It was a two-story brick home with a basement, built in the 1970’s. It had been updated with all the modern conveniences. Before I moved in, I installed a state of the art security system and put an above-ground pool out back. The only thing it lacked was someone to share it with.

  “Wow! Holy crap! This is your house? It’s huge, Jonah. Do you ever get lost in it?” She giggled and leaned forward to get a better look.

  “Ha, Ha, very funny. It’s not really that big, but I love how much land is around the place and the privacy. No nosey neighbors either.” I grinned at her.

  Parking and turning off the engine, I hopped out and walked around to her side. Bending down on instinct, I went to pick her up.

  “No please. I want to be able to walk around and see everything please,” she asked sweetly.

  Shrugging, I handed her the crutches and off we went to the front door. Slowly but surely. I did however lift her up the porch steps for expedience’s sake. I wanted her in my house, now. I wanted her in my bed. When we went in, I worked the alarm and flipped the lights on. Hearing her suck in a breath, I turned around to make sure she was ok.

  “This is amazing! An open floor plan! Oh, my god. My dream house. The colors are neutral but beautiful. You can accent with any color that you want in here.”

  I watched as she hobbled from room to room taking it all in. On the bottom floor was the entryway, living room, full bathroom, one large bedroom and a large eat-in kitchen. Ally stopped at the bathroom to freshen up and I told her I would get us something to drink and meet her in the living room.

  About fifteen minutes later, we were seated on my huge overstuffed, brown couch with our feet on the coffee table. We were having a glass of wine when my phone rang. Excusing myself, I went to the kitchen to speak with Shane. They found no trace of the van and it had not been spotted again. Hanging up, I mentally gave Frannie a high five for chasing them off. When I walked back into the living room, it was to find Ally sound asleep curled into the couch.

  I decided that she had a big evening for the first time out in weeks and would let her sleep for a while. Covering her, I went to the kitchen and called my guy watching Frank, Frannie and Sam. Everything was good there. Finishing my glass of wine, I decided it was time to carry Ally to bed and let her stretch out. We both needed a real bed for a change. Mr. Back Breaker was small and a nightmare.

  I bent down to pick her up, trying not to wake her. When I had a good firm hold on her, I stood and adjusted my hold a bit. As I shifted, her skirt slipped up and covered my hand. What the hell? I just stood there shocked. I moved my hand just a hint and shit, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Feeling myself getting a rise again, I froze and groaned low and deep. Moving my hand a bit more, I could feel her bare bottom. Clenching my teeth while glancing down at the women in my arms, I leaned close and whispered,

  “No fair, Ally. You really are trying to kill me.” I headed up the stairs to my bedroom. The door was already open when we arrived and I gently laid her on the bed. So that she would be more comfortable, I removed her one house slipper and the boot on her sprained ankle. While doing so, I took a good look at it and it looked like it was healing nicely.

  Once she was settled I undressed, removing my gun and knife, I put them in my nightstand and then locked it with a key. I pulled on of pair of basketball shorts and climbed in the bed with her. We had slept next to each other many times now. This time though, I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her. Not realizing how tired I was and how good my bed felt, I soon fell to sleep.

  And so, it began. My feline of a woman, stretched and leaned into me. No wonder, I woke up to a hard on. Still half a sleep, I realized her leg was over my hardened crotch, moving ever so slowly up and down. Thinking of course of the no panties, I cursed like a sailor under my breath. Clenching my teeth, I just let her run against me all she wanted. Closing my eyes, I thought of what I would do to her if she were awake.

  The next thing I knew, I felt her lips on my chest in a soft kiss. Just one. Holding still as a statue, I thought I had to be dreaming for sure. Nope. Another kiss just a bit to the left. Then those lips wrapped around my nipple and gently sucked and nipped. I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, growling, “What do you think you are doing woman? I can’t take it anymore. I have the bluest balls in the state of Illinois and here you are smiling at me? I tried to ignore what you do to me while you sleep. But a man can only withstand so much torture.”

  Then she let go of a laugh so loud that it took me aback for a moment. When she leaned up on her elbows she smiled and said, “Jonah, I was not sleeping. I want you and I want you bad. Did I do something wrong? Don’t you like me kissing you and rubbing against you?”

  Shocked, I stared at her and then down at her mouth, which was slightly open. At my heated gaze, she flicked the tip of her tongue out to lick her lips. I was done.

  “Are you sure, Ally? Be sure ok? No teasing, please. My balls just might really explode if you tease me.” Realizing what I had just said out loud, we both laughed.

  With that said, I leaned down and took her mouth with mine, devouring her. As our tongues danced, our hands began to roam. Her hand explored my chest, stomach and shoulders. But when she reached down to my shorts and slid her hand underneath the waistband, I held my breath. When she wrapped her beautiful fingers around me, I surged into her hand. She fisted me tightly and began to pump up and down, slowly at first. Wasting no time, I quickly stripped her
of her sundress. Looking at her bare form, I moaned and took one of her rock-hard nipples into my mouth. I sucked hard and nipped it with my teeth causing her pelvis to involuntarily lift toward me, begging me.

  I turned my attention to the other breast, kneading it in my large hand. Her breasts were full to overflowing, the nipples a bright pink and they just begged me for more. As I sucked on the other nipple, Ally started pumping faster and harder, I was close, too close. Reaching down between us I removed her hand. Reluctantly, she let me.

  Positioning my hand at the juncture of her thighs I slipped one finger between her folds to find her bud engorged. When I began to rub it back and forth gently, she spread her legs in invitation. Smiling, I kissed her thoroughly, moving an inch at a time making sure to lavish her breasts, the curves of her hips and her inner thighs. She rocked back and forth, breathing heavily and then she spread her legs wider for me.

  Nearly roaring in acceptance, I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. My fingers parted her folds and I stared at the feast before me. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. She was wide open to me. Front to back, I took in every inch. Glistening with her passion, I took one finger and slowly inserted it into her. She gyrated and groaned. Holding her hips in place with one arm, I added another finger on the next thrust. I started moving them faster. Leaning in, I took her into my mouth at the same time. It didn’t take long. I could feel her tightening around my fingers. I wanted to give this to her. By adding another finger into her tightness and thrusting them harder in tandem with my mouth and tongue sucking on her, she flew straight over the edge and nearly screamed her climax.

  I continued pumping but at a slower pace and licking gently at her throbbing nub. Her inner walls were still clamping down hard on me. Her legs fell back, and she panted for breath as she descended. Giving her one last lick from back to front, I moved up and bit her nipple hard. Shrieking she nearly jumped off the bed. Laughing, I got up going to the en suite for a few moments. When I came back, she was on her knees in the center of the bed. Holy. Shit. She wanted more already. Yep I would die tonight. But I would die a happy man.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Ally

  That was by far the best climax I had ever had. I saw stars. And the way he kept licking me and thrusting his fingers helped prolong it. I didn’t know that could happen. Wow. My legs felt shaky but in an enjoyable way. I thought he was climbing up me to enter me, but instead the ass bit my nipple just right. I was certain I could have climaxed again if he had entered me right then. But then he laughed and got up and went to the bathroom. Seriously?

  He better not be doing what he always did at my house in the morning. Yeah, he had no idea that I knew. Mentally laughing, I decided turnabout was certainly fair play. Getting up on my knees in the middle of the bed, and arching my back, I waited for his return. When he walked back in, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me from the top of my head to the juncture of my thighs.

  He groaned and then smiled, staring between my legs said, “Baby? Are you trying to kill me? I wanted tonight to be just for you. Only you. Lie back down and rest.”

  “Like hell, I will. Jonah, get your ass over here, now. I am in no way done with you, yet,” I demanded. Looking at the shock on his face, I patted the bed in front of me.

  When he walked to the bed and just stood staring at my naked form, I reached over with both hands and slowly pulled down his shorts to free his hardness. Jonah just stood there letting me admire him for a minute and when he finally lay down on the bed, I took the condom from the bedside table and tore it open. Using both my hands, I covered his magnificent erection, one that was a bit intimidating if I was honest, and started stroking him as before. He sucked in a breath when I pumped harder and faster, finally he grabbed my hand stopping me. He flipped me on my back.

  Using his legs to part mine while he lavished my breasts and then my mouth, he positioned himself at my entrance. He entered slowly at first, letting my body accommodate him. Getting frustrated at him treating me like I was fragile, I wrapped my legs around him and forced the rest of him into me. Yes! Filling me to overflowing, I began to move my hips. Looking up at him, he had a hard-determined look on his face. One of pure control. Mr. Dreamy Eyes was having a challenging time holding back.

  Jonah grabbed both of my hands and put them above my head causing me to lose my rhythm. I pouted and he just laughed. Slowing, he began to move. One thrust at a time. Heaven. Yes. More. Not sure I said that out loud, but he did begin pounding into me harder and faster. Oh, God yes. Looking into his eyes, I knew we were both so close to the edge. Then he reached down and flicked my nub back and forth as he thrust harder. That was it. I went soaring. He moved faster, pulling my legs up higher to get deeper and with one last hard thrust that lifted me off the bed, he came. And he came.

  Jonah collapsed on top of me panting. He turned his head to mine, still buried deep inside of me and said, “I love you, Ally Black. And now you are mine. There is no going back.”

  When he pulled out, I felt so empty I could have wept. He quickly tossed the condom in the bedside trashcan. Pulling me into the crook of his shoulder and holding me close, we both started to drift off. My eyes popping open, I tilted my head and smiled at him. “Jonah, I don’t want to go back. You are mine now. Mine,” I stated with passion.

  As we held he each other just before we gave into the sweet surrender of sleep, I quietly whispered, “I love you, Jonah.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Ally

  Morning broke just as I smelled the magic aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafting through the air. Mmmm coffee. The healing elixir of the Gods. Well, at least to me it was. I reached out looking to find Jonah with my hand even though my eyes refused to open. I felt nothing but a cold wrinkled sheet. Disappointment blossomed in my stomach at realizing I had woken up alone. This was not how I pictured our morning after.

  Just then another delicious odor floated to my nose. Could it be? Oh, not a single person on earth could mistake the mouthwatering smell of cooking bacon. Maybe I died and went to heaven after my fourth orgasm last night. Just when we thought we were spent, we would catnap and one of us woke the other in a different delectable way.

  I decided to get up thanks to my screaming bladder and realized I didn’t have my crutches. Hell, I didn’t even remember Jonah carrying me to bed for that matter. Pondering my dilemma, I decided to try and hop over to the bathroom. Maybe if I scooted to the end of the bed it would shorten the distance. But crap, there wasn’t any furniture between the bed and the bathroom door. Screw it. I had get up and go now before I peed the bed. Scooting down to the end, I carefully stood up with one foot on the bed. Now or never, right? I gave it my best shot, almost lost my balance but remained upright. You got this. Looking down, I realized I only hopped a couple of inches. Just when I was about to try it again, Jonah caught me.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Ally?” he demanded.

  I squealed and covered my breasts, not thinking about the rest of my fully naked body. Realizing that I had just exposed some of my mistakes, I tried to turn around and grab the sheet, but ended up flopping ungracefully on the bed. It was quiet. Too quiet. Drawing into myself, I snatched the sheet and wrapped it around myself, turning away from Jonah. He had seen them now. There was no going back. I had to tell him the truth and I had to do it now.

  “Baby? What happened to your back? And the backsides of your arms?” Jonah asked in a quiet reserved tone. A reserved tone that for some reason scared the hell out of me.

  “Jonah, can you get my crutches, so I can clean up? It won’t take me long and then, well, we need to talk. I need to tell you somethings about me and about Sam. About our past and about my mistakes.”

  As I waited for him to reply, I noticed that he had come in with a tray of coffee and plates of food for us. But now with the anxiety balled in a knot in the middle of my chest, there would be no way for me to eat. The coffee would help ste
ady me though.

  He put the tray down on a small table by the window overlooking his beautiful backyard and then pointed by the head of the bed. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that he had thought ahead and had already brought my crutches up and set them by the bed. Such a wonderful man. He had thought of everything. It seemed like he always did. I grabbed the crutches and went to the bathroom and quietly closed the door, noticing he never replied other than to point at the crutches. That was not a good sign. I knew for years what my back looked like, not to mention my upper arms. After years of Tom burning me with cigarettes and lashing me with a wire extension cord, I was left with deep, relentless scars zigzagging across my back. I always kept it covered. Never even went swimming. But the meek scared girl who took the beatings was no more. I had tucked her away when we had to run and embraced the new me that I would become. Ms. Ally Lynn Black. Taking my time showering, I could have sworn I heard Jonah’s phone. But I couldn’t make out the conversation. Standing under the hot water for what seemed only moments, Jonah knocked on the door before opening it.

  “Ally. Sorry something has come up and I need to run out for a bit. I am setting the full alarm, so please don’t open any doors or windows or the town of Wordly will be here in force,” he ordered.

  I gazed at him through the shower’s glass enclosure with my back to the wall, hiding it. He stood there and stared at me for a minute and then he was gone. And I was free to release my tears of fear and disappointment. Maybe the scars had changed his mind about me. Sniffling, I decided to wash my hair and then my body. But I continued to stand there crying wondering what to do. I had no idea at this point. I was either all in or all out with this man. He deserved to know the truth.