Keep My Baby Safe

by Bella Grant

  “Looks good. How do I get there?”

  “Make a left,” she said, watching the GPS on her phone.

  Twenty minutes later, they walked into their room. It was large by modern standards, with polished wood on the walls and a deep red carpet with patterns of gold woven into it. Best of all, the bed was large with an ornate wooden headboard that was part of the wall. A canopy extended from it with gossamer linen draped over it, tied back on one side. The room was slightly tired, but she could tell it had once been the pinnacle of luxury. It didn’t matter. Compared to the hovel they had stayed in the night before, this was a palace. She threw herself on the bed and rolled over, buried her face in the linens, and breathed deep.

  “Clean sheets,” she cheered when she rolled back over. “I need a shower.” She rose from the bed and began shedding clothes as she walked. “You need one too,” she said with a meaningful glance as she passed.

  She walked into the bathroom, glancing at the large, antique, footed tub. Like the sleeping area, the bathroom was bigger than most, but the wood had been replaced with black and white porcelain tile. There was no shower, but the tub had a hand wand that substituted for the shower head. She started the water running, squirting in a generous splash of some floral bath oil.

  She was straightening when Dan stepped up behind her and took her into his arms. She pressed back into him, his already hard cock pressing against her ass as he nuzzled her neck, his big, strong, hands caressing her breasts. She sighed, her right arm curling around his head to hold his lips to her. The thought of fucking him in that big tub was seriously arousing. She allowed him to kiss her as she ground her ass into his cock until the tub was about half-full. She pulled away and stepped into the water and settled. She wanted to leave enough space so they didn’t slosh water everywhere.

  Dan stepped in carefully to join her. “Tight,” he grunted as he squirmed down into the tub.

  “Good,” she cooed, pulling the water over her breasts. The oil made the water feel slick and it smelled wonderful.

  There really wasn’t enough room for them both in the tub. They would have to get creative for this to work, and the idea of fucking in some crazy position turned her on even more. She pulled the water over her breasts again and smiled at him as she pressed her foot into his crotch, stroking him, the water allowing her foot to glide easily over his member. He smiled at her, the smile of a man who knew what he wanted and would take it. Her heart began to beat faster.

  He turned off the water and touched her, one hand massaging her breast roughly and the other tickling her womanhood before his fingers plunged deep. Her eyes closed as her head tipped slightly back, a small groan escaping her as his slickened fingers disappeared inside her. He held them there, not moving, teasing her with anticipation. She opened her eyes to watch him. He was so fucking sexy. She made a wave with her hands, the water lapping up on his chest to make him glow, every muscle perfectly defined. He smiled, a smile that went straight to her core, a smile that said he would fuck her senseless. She smiled back, relishing the challenge.

  She pulled her foot back and slid lower in the tub. Their legs entangled and they were now nearly crotch to crotch. She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke slowly. He smiled and worked his finger inside her. It felt so goddamn good.

  “First one to come buys breakfast?” she asked, her smile playful but her eyes serious.

  “You’re on,” he rumbled as his fingers slid faster into her.

  It was no contest. The feel of his fingers inside her, the caresses of his hand on her breasts, the look of contained desire in his eyes, the ripples of his muscles in his chest and arms as he fingerfucked her… she couldn’t fight the onslaught of pleasure. She struggled against the rising tide of her orgasm, stroking him hard and fast, but even though his face twisted in pleasure, she couldn’t break him, not in time.

  She moaned hard and deep as she pressed up, her ass rising from the bottom of the tub as her orgasm roared through her. He pulled her further into the tub, his eyes soft but intense as his finger pistoned into her impossibly fast, his other hand twisting her breast to the edge of pain and the peak of pleasure.

  “Fuck! Shit. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop…” she begged, pushing frantically at his hand as the weight of her climax slammed into her and the sensations became too much to bear.

  His fingers disappeared as he pulled her upright. She could feel his cock pressing against her flower as he kissed her lustily, a kiss she returned with fervor as her orgasm began to fade. She sagged as her rapture washed out of her.

  “Fuck,” she breathed, her arms still around his neck, holding herself tight against him. “You make me come so goddamned hard.”

  “I like my eggs scrambled with cheese.”

  The juxtaposition of his pillow talk voice and his words made her giggle. “You shit.”

  He eased her back against the tub, but she held him tight, watching his eyes. He wasn’t getting out of the tub until she felt that wonderful cock inside her. He got the message and smiled. They splashed and squirmed as they changed their position. She slid as low in the tub as she could, the water at her chin. It was tight, very tight, and not particularly comfortable, but that made it all the more intense when he entered her. She braced against the tub as his weight settled on her. He began to thrust, the water sloshing over their bodies another caress, the slickness of the water enhancing the sensations.

  “Double or nothing,” she purred.

  “You’re on,” he rumbled before kissing her hard.

  His thrusts became harder, then harder still as his breathing deeper, harder, and faster, but her own orgasm was rising, the exoticness of Dan fucking her in the tub twisting her up. He took her lips in another savage kiss, their tongues dueling as his manhood plunged into her, his body sliding against hers.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he snarled. “You’re going to make me come.”

  A flash of heat poured over her as he kissed her again. “Come on, baby. I want you to come.”

  “Not yet,” he growled. “Not yet.” He shook his head, his face a mask of pleasure. “Fuck!”

  His words and actions as he fought his orgasm ramped her up. He changed his position slightly and began to slide against her as he used his legs to thrust. The feel of his body gliding over hers, his cock plunging into her, and the sound of the water as it splashed and roiled with his movements caused her to soar.

  “I’m going to come again,” she moaned.

  “Come on, you sexy witch! Come.” She moaned again as his breath became even more ragged. “Come on, goddammit. You fucking come!”

  His order snipped the last thread holding back her climax. He shoved in hard and held himself there as she held him as tight as possible, her body quivering in ecstasy as she squeezed her eyes tight, unable to think, unable to breath.

  Her climax washed out of her with a whooshing release of breath. “Ah…fuck,” she murmured. She released another hard breath and looked into his eyes. “Did you come?”

  “No.”

  “No?” she asked, her voice a giggle.

  He smiled at her, then his face twisted in pain. “I would have but this fucking tub is breaking my back and knees!” he groaned as he struggled off her. Her own aches and pains that had been blotted out by the bliss of feeling him inside began to make themselves known. He sat back in the tub, a sneer appearing as he straightened his legs. “You owe me lunch too,” he said as he picked up the wash cloth to wash her.

  She smiled at him. She’d have had him if he hadn’t been hurting. Her smile slowly disappeared. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me, the damned tub hurt me.” He grinned. “Besides, I get a free breakfast and lunch out of it.” He leaned forward and pulled her lips to his. “Not to mention, that was one of the sexiest things I have ever done,” he breathed as he took her lips.

  She lost herself in the kiss. Fucking her right through the discomfort, just because she wanted him t
o? No lover had ever been willing to do that. She pulled back from the kiss. “Wash my back, then take me to bed. We’re not finished yet.”

  He smiled as he began to scrub.

  Daniel

  Dan opened his eyes. The room was still dim, the windows in their room glowing with the ruddy red of the early morning sun. Tasha was curled up with her back against him, her breathing slow and regular. He sighed deeply. He’d like another go at her this morning, to redeem his honor, but they didn’t have the time.

  Last night, he’d gone down in the third round as she rode him like a bucking bronco. He thought he’d had plenty of time to cool his ardor as they bathed, but when she got him in the bed, she’d fucked him until he exploded. They’d started out with him taking her from behind, the first time he’d done that, but watching her firm ass as his cock slid into her heated him up too much, so they switched to her being on top. That was even worse. Watching her passions play across her face and the way her luscious breasts swung and moved had been his undoing. He’d fought it to the bitter end, but she’d ground him down until he simply couldn’t hold out anymore.

  In the seconds before he cried out his completion, he’d been disappointed she hadn’t climaxed. After his orgasm had passed, he’d made gentle love to her as they touched and kissed softly until he’d begun to soften. He wanted to finish her with his mouth, but she had brushed it aside to cuddle and had seemed tremendously pleased that she’d finally broken him.

  As carefully as possible, he slipped his arm out from under her pillow. He needed another bath to wash off the sweat from last night. She was still sleeping as he exited the bathroom. He smiled. Lying in bed, sleep tossed, her mouth slightly open, he’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Since she’d learned his story, especially when she was in his arms, he felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt since Gretchen. It had only been a few days since they’d become lovers, but he could already feel the guilt of what happened in Mexico losing its grip on him. They had talked several times about what had happened, both to him and to her, since he’d taken her into his confidence. She knew what he was going through, she hadn’t condemned him, and her steadfast refusal to allow him to accept the blame was beginning to heal him. He only hoped he was doing the same for her.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her lips softly. “Tasha. Time to get up.”

  “Don’t wanna.”

  He smiled. “We have work to do. If you want a bath, I’ll go get us breakfast.”

  She groaned, low and deep, then rolled over to her back, her eyes blinking slowly. “Yeah, okay. But you have to give me a proper good-morning kiss first.”

  -oOo-

  It was just after eight when they pulled to a stop in MPE’s lot. They didn’t have a lot of time to get this done, but like always, he would simply follow Tasha’s lead.

  “We don’t have time to be subtle,” she said as they walked to the door. “It’s going to get ugly, so be prepared to run.” He opened the door and she stepped into the office.

  Today she was a blonde. So far, he’d seen her as a brunette, a raven-haired beauty, and now a blonde. She looked terrific with her short blonde wig, his second favorite look for her, but nothing could compete with her natural red hair. He resisted the temptation to scratch at his own blond wig and would be glad when he didn’t have to wear one anymore.

  “I’d like to speak to whoever is in charge of renting the mobile generators,” Tasha said as she stopped at the desk where the pretty woman with large, dark eyes was sitting.

  “That would be Mr. Kambuntu. Please, have a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here. Your name, please?”

  “Carol. Carol Whembly.”

  “Please have a seat Ms. Whembly, and Mr. Kambuntu will be right with you.”

  They sat down in the indicated chairs. “He’d better be quick or we’ll looking for him,” she muttered under her breath.

  A few minutes later, a fat man with a quick smile appeared. “I’m Jonathan Kambuntu. How may I help you?”

  “I’d like to talk to you about a generator you rented,” Tasha said as she rose. “This would be best discussed in private.”

  Jonathan’s smile began to fade. “Yes, of course. This way, please.”

  They entered his office, and Dan took up his position by the door. The only difference between him now and when he pretended to be a Russian thug was he wasn’t wearing a suit and Tasha spoke in her normal voice. Jonathan sat down at his desk.

  “Now, how may I help you?”

  “I want to know where General Yessa Kangka took the generator you rented to him. The one without any record of it being rented.”

  Dan saw fear play across Jonathan’s face. If he saw it, there was no way Tasha could miss it.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Tasha stood and leaned across Kambuntu’s desk. “I don’t have time for you to fuck me around. You’re going to tell me what I want to know, or I’ll have my associate put a bullet in your head, got it? Now, where did Kangka take the generator?”

  “I haven’t rented a—”

  “Kill him,” she growled with a jerk of her head.

  He stepped forward as he drew his weapon from under his shirt. There was no way he would shoot this guy. Not yet. They didn’t know if he was even guilty of anything. But Jonathan didn’t have to know that. He placed his weapon to the man’s temple and cocked it. He didn’t have to cock it as it was a double action, but doing so gave the man something else to think about.

  “Wait!” the man cried as a stain appeared in his crotch.

  Dan held the gun tight to the man’s head but kept his finger off the trigger, just in case Jonathan jerked.

  “You have something to say?” Tasha asked.

  “I didn’t rent a generator to anyone named Kangka, but I did rent one to someone who paid cash and told me to not record it as rented. Two, actually.”

  “Who was the man?”

  “I don’t know. I swear. He didn’t give me a name.”

  “Does he drive a silver Mercedes?”

  “Yes! That’s him. He paid for six months, in advance, at double the rate! Then he came back this week and rented a second one. Same terms. Please, that’s all I know.”

  “Where did you take them?”

  “Nowhere. Someone came and picked them up.”

  “How?”

  “They’re both 62kw units, mounted on a trailer. They can be pulled by a truck.”

  “You didn’t think this was a little suspicious?”

  Jonathan nodded. “Yes, but he was paying under the table, in cash. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t think it would hurt anything. It’s only a generator. I’m sorry. I swear, I won’t do it again. Who are you people?”

  Dan saw Tasha glance at him and he pulled the weapon slowly away from Jonathan’s temple.

  “We’re the people who make sure people like you don’t try to hide income,” she said. “You better claim this on your taxes or we’ll be back.” Jonathan nodded frantically. She plucked a pen from a holder and scribbled a number on a piece of paper. “If the man comes back, don’t tell him we were here but call this number. We want to have a word with him.”

  Jonathan again nodded rapidly. “Yes, yes. Anything you say.”

  They turned and walked out. The interview had only taken fifteen minutes. They still had plenty of time to make the tour.

  “We’re with the IRS now?” he asked with a chuckle as they pulled away.

  She grinned. “After he thinks about it for a couple of minutes, he’ll realize we were probably lying, but I still think he’ll do what we said. You scared him so badly he pissed his pants.”

  “I noticed.”

  “You make a good heavy.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”

  She grinned. “Women do like the bad boys. It turns me on when you get all tall, dark, and silent.”

  He snorted at her teasing. “Whose number did you give
him?”

  “Mine.”

  “Are we going to take the tour?”

  She shrugged. “I guess. The trail is a dead end until Kambuntu calls.”

  “What if he calls while were in the middle of nowhere?”

  “Then we’re fucked. But what if he doesn’t call and we don’t go? Bruanwa Ecotours was where the lab equipment went, so we need to run that down too. Hopefully, something will come up because we’re running out of time.”

  On the way to Bruanwa Ecotours, they tossed their wigs. They’d booked the tour as Daniel and Laura Connolly using their own appearances. It wouldn’t do to show up looking like someone else. They pulled to a stop in the parking lot, and Dan pulled their bags out of the hatch of the car.

  “Dan,” Tasha hissed, nudging him in the ribs.

  He turned to look where she was staring and watched as a large generator with a green lightning bolt in a circle with MPE written underneath was swung over the boat.

  “Looks like we might have found the off-the-books generator,” he said.

  She smiled. “I think we’re onto something on this tour. Let’s go.”

  They walked toward what had to be the Hangula Queen. She was a large, wide vessel, but handsome in her brilliant black and white paint scheme. She was obviously old but had either been meticulously maintained or freshly restored.

  “Are you here for the tour?” a young man decked out in a white sailor’s uniform asked as they approached.

  “We sure are!” Tasha gushed, her Alabama accent in place.

  “Your names, please.”

  “Dan and Laura Connolly,” Dan replied.

  “Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Connolly. You’re a little early, but we’ll get you settled in as soon as we finish loading.”

  “I thought this was a cruise ship,” Dan said, nodding as the deck crane lowered the generator out of sight into the hold.

  “Yes, sir, it is. The Queen is a converted freighter, but in our Premier Cabin, you will be comfortable. While the Queen carries mostly passengers now, she can still carry a little cargo. Sometimes the Captain will haul cargo up river. But be assured, it won’t affect your journey in the slightest.”