by Anna Wild
“I’m cumming again, baby!” Holly moaned while squeezing her eyes shut. He slapped both of her butt cheeks at the same time, intensifying her pleasure, as she climaxed with heavenly bursts of orgasmic shivers. Jake’s hips rose up with his orgasm. He pulled out and spurted his juices all over the sheets and her ass, his manly grunts much louder than ever before. Loosening her grip on his chest, she kissed him on the cheek and snuggled up against him, short of breath and purring like a contented cat.
“Best dessert ever,” she murmured, sporting a broad smile on her face, while he caressed her back.
“Well…” he gasped, “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I’m sorry,” Holly made her voice sound sweeter. “You did all this for me and I came on to you.”
“Don’t say that,” Jake urged calmly. “I wanted this to happen, too. It just happened sooner than I expected.”
“You didn’t make it any easier for me, Mr.,” she maintained, kissing his cheek once again. “Those kisses made my head spin. Plus, seeing you with that towel, smelling so good… God, how could I resist that?”
“I keep thinking about the other night,” he sighed. “What would have happened if you hadn’t seen me break down like that?”
“That’s easy,” Holly attempted a serious tone. “We wouldn’t have kissed and you’d still be playing hard to get.”
“I wasn’t playing hard to get,” Jake claimed. “I was just…”
“I know,” she interrupted, putting her fingers over his mouth. “Don’t mention it. It’s hard to stop thinking about it, but I’ll be there for you.”
“You’re really sweet,” he whispered, looking into her eyes as he wrapped his arm around her neck. Holly did not speak. She gave him a sweet smile and snuggled close, as he took her in his embrace. Jake relished in the moment of having a woman like her in his arms, at the same time wondering what their relationship would be like from now on.
“You’ve been wonderful to me, Holly: patient; understanding; sweet; funny; sexy… I really hope you’re being yourself. If you are, you and I are going to be great together. It’s a little too early to start dreaming, Jake. Have fun with her, get to know her better. Give her a chance. She’s earned it.”
Jake and Holly spent the night together, talking, having sex and teasing each other. They had so much fun that they fell asleep in the early morning. Before leaving his house, she left him a note on his dresser:
“Thanks a lot for the great night. I’ll stop by the bar tonight. Mondays are slow. You should be able to close early. I hope you’re not too tired.
Holly”
She was right. Monday nights were not busy and this one was no exception. Holly showed up at closing time, all smiles and clearly in a very good mood. Jake was behind the counter and, before she even opened her mouth, he silently mouthed to her:
“No kissing.”
A few minutes later, the last few customers left the bar. Holly pulled up the counter hatch and strutted towards him, the serious look on her face taking him by surprise. Before he knew it, her arms were around his neck and her lips were on his mouth. Blown away by her passionate kiss, Jake wrapped his own arms around her waist and pulled her close. But, it didn’t last long. A broad smile formed on her face, as she leaned back.
“I won’t obey next time,” Holly whispered with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
“Do you like it when people gossip about you?” He asked, “Because I don’t.”
“I don’t care,” she shook her head sideways. “They’ve done it before; they’ll do it again. Can we go now?”
“Patience is not your strong suit, is it?” Jake teased, smiling down at her. “I need to wipe a couple of tables. I won’t be long.”
“You’d better not be,” she teased him back. “I need to use the ‘ladies’ room.”
He grabbed a towel and a tray, eager to finish work as quickly as possible. Jake then turned off almost every light in the bar, leaving only a few spotlights on, over the dirty tables. As he headed towards them, he heard the glass door to his bar being pushed open.
“We’re closed.” He said, his stentorian voice echoing in the empty hall. The stranger did not say a word. Within seconds, the click-clacking of her high heels broke the silence. Jake did not take his eyes off the table. The sound became louder and louder, and still, she would not address him. Just before she walked into the light, he slowly brought his gaze up. Her long, blonde, curly hair and her dark-green eyes froze the blood in his veins. It was Allison.
“Hey, Jake,” she greeted him in her familiar, silvery voice which sent chills down his spine. “I’ve missed you.”
Chapter Eight
The cloth he’d been using slipped through his fingers, as jagged ice bergs of stunned confusion, and bewilderment sliced through his mind. Stunned into absolute stillness, he breathlessly stared at her, unable to force a single word out of his throat. Then, another feeling overwhelmed his senses, a feeling he had so dearly missed over the past few years: Allison’s smooth, warm hand on his face.
“Don’t worry…” she whispered, a short step bringing her closer to him. “You’re not seeing things. I’m real.”
“It can’t be…” a whisper of disbelief escaped him, as he shook his head from side to side. “I saw you die. I buried you.”
“It’s a long, complicated story my love.” Allison replied, her voice sweet as she caressed his cheek.
“That’s right,” a male voice agreed as it now filled the bar. It sounded familiar; yet, in his confusion, Jake could not remember who it belonged to. Slowly, the stranger joined them. His stocky build and his large-frame glasses left no doubt as to his identity. It was Dr. Michael Jensen, the man who had confirmed Allison’s death. “Take a seat, Jake. This could take a while.”
Jake obliged, disbelief still written all over his face, as Jensen seated himself across from him.
“Now…” The doctor started, sucking in a deep breath, “three years ago, the Secretary of Defense came up with this…” he faltered, “wild idea of a disgruntled marine, willing to join ISIS. She’d pretend to hate the US, give them – fake – secrets and gain access to theirs. Safe houses, weapons storage, targets, you name it. There were many volunteers. He chose Allison. You had to believe she was dead. I’m sorry.”
“You volunteered?” Jake inquired, turning his attention to her. “And you didn’t tell me anything? How did you pull that off anyway?”
“Because I knew you’d try to talk me out of it,” she explained. “It was pretty hard. After my folks identified my body, there was a body swap. You buried someone else, not me.”
“It was top secret,” Jensen spoke in a firm tone. “She couldn’t tell you. Anyway, the plan worked just fine, until a couple of months ago. They started to suspect her, kept asking her if she’d been talking to anyone at home.”
“I denied everything of course,” Allison stated. “Those sons of bitches are smart, though. They put truth serum in my food. I told them everything. I barely made it out of that hellhole.”
“You played me: you…” Jake returned his gaze to Jensen, his breath heavy as he grabbed the edges of the table; “him.” With a violent, upward push, he flipped it over. Glasses were shattered, as he jumped from his seat, clenching his fists. Throwing his arm, Jake rotated it in midair. A tremendous blow to Jensen’s jaw sent his body ten feet across the bar and to the left. He landed on top of another table, and then rolled off, groaning in pain. Jake hurtled towards him, sensing his blood boiling in his veins, and pounding in his temples. He dropped to his knees beside him, before grabbing him by the collar of his coat.
“Three fucking years:” he snarled, pulling him closer. “Three years believing a lie.” The next punch in the doctor’s eye threw his head back. Fuming in rage, Jake clenched his fist yet again, before hearing Allison’s high pitched voice.
“Jake, please!” She cried. “Please, stop; you’re killing…”
“Shut up!” He roared in rage and
pain, looking up at her over his right shoulder. “Screw this…” He grumbled, rising to his 6’2”, imposing stature. Then, Jake grabbed Jensen by the wrist. Dragging him across the floor, he finally stood him up at the front door. He kicked it open, while blood dripped down the doctor’s cheek, and he moaned in pain.
“Listen up, you prick.” He groaned, staring down into his terrified eyes. “If I ever, ever see you again, I swear to God, I’m going to beat you up so bad you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
“I’m really sorry for all this,” Allison interjected, her voice broken as she moved around him. “I was just following orders.”
“What do you –” Jake started to ask, squinting at her, his chest rising up and down; he tried again; “Orders – is that what you’ve been telling yourself all this time? You lied to me. You led me to believe you were dead. And I…” He dropped his gaze from her, breathing even faster as he ran his hands through his hair. Jake sensed tears rising up in his eyes, as Allison cupped his cheek.
“I can’t imagine the pain you’re in right now, baby,” she whispered, blinking back tears. “Leaving you behind was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“Allie…” he croaked, as two tears rolled down his face, “get out of here. Don’t come back.”
“Jake, ple…”
“Don’t!” he warned, as his mouth trembled and his gaze shot up to meet hers. “How could you do this to me?”
At a loss for words, she dragged her gaze away from him and dropped her arm. Allison covered her mouth with her hand, squeezing tears out of her eyes. Jake could not stay there any longer. He brushed past her and went back in his bar, trying hard to wrap his head around what had just transpired. By then, he was dying to share this with a familiar face and yet, Holly was not there. He checked the bathroom, but she was not there, either. Still shaking and disgusted by Allison’s lie, he went to the parking lot out back. Incredibly enough, Holly was there, but she didn’t resemble the smiling, happy brunette who had barged into the bar, just minutes earlier. She had her head leaning against the steering wheel of her car, crying so hard that her body shook. Jake opened the driver’s door, but she didn’t stop. Too upset to speak, he wrapped his fingers around her forearm and tried to pull her out of the car.
“I saw the whole thing,” she sniffled. “Go to her.”
“I don’t think so,” he said in a commanding tone. “She’s gone.”
“She’s what?” Holly responded in confusion as she slowly looked up at him.
“Gone,” Jake reiterated, using an emphatic tone. “Please, get out of the car.”
“What do you mean ‘gone’?” she inquired while stepping outside.
“She’s dead to me.” He heaved a long, deep sigh.
“Wait a minute.” Holly raised her hand to her face. “You just found that the love of your life, the woman I saw you cry for the other day is still alive and you’re saying she’s dead to you?”
“The love of my life:” Jake gave a snort of derision. “She faked her death. She went on an undercover mission, without telling me anything. What would you do if you were me? Pretend like it never happened and take her back?”
“I don’t know, Jake,” she shrugged. “But, if you did want to get back together with her, I’d understand. I’d hate it, but I’d understand.”
“Why were you crying, Holly?” He leaned forward, intensifying his stare. “We’ve only been on one date.”
His question put her in a difficult position. She squeezed her lips, rolling her gaze down his body.
“I thought you were smart,” Holly muttered. “Think about how long I’ve been flirting with you, the things I’ve said to you … I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“I can’t think right now,” Jake confessed with a hint of frustration in his voice. “Enlighten me.”
“I’ve been flirting with you since June.” Her voice dropped down an octave. “I haven’t dated anybody for almost a year. A couple of days ago, I asked you not to say ‘goodnight’ again and last night I mentioned having ‘very naughty dreams about us’. Do I have to say the words?”
The realization hit Jake like a wrecking ball. The thought of her being in love with him had not even crossed his mind. He always believed that Holly had been flirting with him just because she liked to tease him.
“No.” He whispered, staring into the void. “You don’t.”
“Now you understand why I want to kiss you in public?” She asked in a husky voice as she circled her arms around his neck.
“Why?”
“Because I want to show everyone in this place how happy I am,” Holly maintained, gazing deep into his eyes. “Plus, I want all those…” she paused, “bitches to keep their hands off my man.”
A big smile spread across his face, upon hearing her words.
“So I’m your man, huh?” Jake laughed.
“Yes, sir,” she affirmed. “Now, I’d really love to take you home and do all kinds of naughty things to you, but you look exhausted. Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I could use some company.” He spoke in his baritone, burying his forehead into hers.
“Bad idea;” Holly whispered. “I don’t know if I can restrain myself.”
“Have you no control, woman?” Jake teased with his smile widening as he put his hands on her hips.
“Not when it comes to you,” she said with a grin. “Here’s a thought. Why don’t you spend the night in my place? I work the second shift tomorrow. We’ll get to spend the morning together.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at her. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Nine
A warm, wet sensation on his lips woke Jake up from his deep sleep. The sight that greeted him upon opening his blurry eyes made his heart flutter. Holly was leaning over him, with a big smile on her glorious face.
“Rise and shine.” She chirped. “You look pretty cute when you wake up.”
“What time is it?” He inquired in a hoarse voice.
“Nine thirty,” Holly replied, lying in bed beside him. “And, I’m proud to say, I kept my promise. I didn’t lay a hand on you.”
Jake let his gaze roam over her body. She had a short, purple, baby doll negligée on that left little to the imagination. He couldn’t help but marvel at her lush, shapely legs. Her golden skin awakened his senses.
“Man, I’m such an idiot.” Jake grumbled. “You were inches away from me last night and I didn’t even touch you.”
“Don’t remind me, please.” Holly requested, rolling onto her right side. “I’m intrigued, though. What would you do to me?”
At that moment, her cell phone rang.
“Damn it…” She let out a gasp of frustration, reaching to her nightstand.
“Hey, Sheriff,” Holly spoke in a lazy tone. “What’s up?”
“Morning, Holly. Say, you haven’t seen that bartender, have you? I sent Randolph and Mitchell over to his house, but he’s not there. I’m only asking because I know you go there a lot.”
“Why, what happened?”
“We found a dead body outside his bar last night. Commander Michael Jensen. Poor guy was beaten to death.”
“What?” Her voice turned into a high-pitched squeal.
“Yeah; I’m heading over there as we speak. Call me if you see him, alright?”
“I will. Thanks.”
“Later.”
“What is it?” Tension tightened the back of Jake’s neck, as she tossed her phone across her bed.
“Jake, was anyone else with Allison last night?” Holly asked him, her voice wobbly.
“Yeah,” Jake said with a nod, while sitting up; “some Navy doctor. Why?”
“What happened between you two?” She posed one more question.
“He told me he’d helped Allie fake her death.” He sighed. “I snapped. I punched him.”
“Just punched him?” Holly squinted at him.
“Yeah: twice,” Jake admitted. “What’s with th
e third degree?”
“He’s dead,” she informed him, the stiff look on her face making his stomach chill with fear. “They found him beaten to death, right outside your bar.”
“Oh, no…” a whisper of despair fled his lips, as he dropped his head into his hands.
“Look, I believe you, but you need to be able to prove it,” Holly continued. “Are there any security cameras in your bar?”
“There’s one camera outside.” Jake said, sliding his hands down his face. “It’s hidden behind the neon sign.”
“Will it show you beating that guy up?” She asked once more.
“No. Everything happened inside,” he replied getting out of bed. “I just dragged him out. Stop asking me questions, okay? I didn’t do it. End of story.”
“I’m sorry,” Holly lowered her tone. “I’m just really worried about you; that’s all.”
“Let’s just get there,” Jake suggested. “I’m as curious about this as you are.”
Having no time to waste, the young couple put their clothes on and soon, they were on their way to his bar. Before long, they discovered that it had drawn quite a lot of attention. There were several cars parked on the right and left sides of the road, more than half a mile away from the bar. Dozens of people were just a few feet away from the parking lot. Jake and Holly had to push through the gathering crowd. Jensen’s body was nowhere near the entrance. Instead, it was more than a hundred feet south. His arm was very close to the edge of the road. Sheriff Matheson was standing over the dead body, taking notes as they approached.