"Okay, my turn." He backed her to the bed and guided her onto it with her legs hanging over and feet on the floor. He dropped to his knees and raised first one of her legs then the other, removing her shoes. His lips brushed along her legs. He could feel her tremble under his touch. She raised her hips as he slid her panties down, pausing long enough to slip off his boxers. He dropped to his knees and kissed his way upward, skipping from one thigh to the other. His tongue slipped between her folds and lapped at the sweet nectar there. A gasp tumbled from her lips when he sucked on her clit and teased its tip with his tongue.
Her hands twined in his hair while he kissed his way upward across the heated flesh of her stomach. When his mouth closed around one of her breasts, he felt her racing heart beat. At her urging, he moved upward to her neck to nip and kiss it until their mouths came together in a deep, luscious kiss.
He was burning with need to be inside her but delayed while he built her desire. Slowly, his hand traced her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath his touch.
"Do you want me? Really want me?" asked Gail.
"More than anything."
Her hand slipped between them and wrapped around his cock. She guided it into her. He pressed down slowly, sliding inside her, feeling her walls stretch and close around him.
"You feel so good, my little goddess."
Leaning forward, she nipped and kissed his throat while her hands caressed his back.
"You feel wonderful too."
Their hips moved at an unhurried pace. Two pelvises ground together on each stroke before parting to start anew. At last he could delay no more and erupted.
He felt her stiffen for a moment then she joined him, moaning and writhing.
When their climaxes drifted into pleasant memories, he rolled them onto their sides. He kissed, caressed and held her close for a long time, in no hurry to break their union. After a while, her heavy breathing let him know she had fallen asleep. A final thought passed through his head. I'll never let what happened to Christina happen to you. That, I promise.
****
Gail sat across from Jeff, drinking her tea. She was wearing a loose fitting, sky-blue halter-top and short shorts that had an elastic band around the waist. The shorts were so snug, they looked like they had been spray painted on.
"Back to work for me tonight. I really enjoyed this weekend."
"So did I." He placed his glass on the table. "Gail, much as I'd like to stay here indefinitely, there are things I just can't do when I'm staying here."
She looked at him but didn't say a word.
"I want to investigate Shorty's death. I need to dig deeper and I can't do that over the phone. I'm being stonewalled by the police and the case is going nowhere. I think someone knows a lot more than they're telling. Then there is your case. I'm at a dead end there. I have few leads but nothing has happened since that night. The parents of a young woman who lives near here have contacted me and want to hire me to find her. The long and the short of it is that I need my days freed up. I need to go home and research. Staying here has been great, but it doesn't pay the bills. I've also arranged for someone I trust to take you to work and watch over you and the house during the day.
"I don't need anyone to watch over me."
"Yes, you do until I say different. Don't make this hard, Gail."
Oh Gods. He's breaking up with me. Gail averted her eyes, pretending to be looking at some nonexistent crumb on the table. "I understand. I'll miss you a lot but I know you have other things to do," she said, with resignation in her voice. In the meantime, she was dying inside. Thoughts raced through her mind. I knew this day was coming and although I hate it, loathe it, I understand. It was great while it lasted. Happily ever after only happens for someone else, not for me. That's why I never said I love you.
Jeff held up his hand, "Whoa. Wait, Gail. I never said I wanted to stop seeing you. Unless, of course, that's your desire. I'd like to continue seeing you as often as possible. I just won't be staying here. Our relationship will be more conventional, I hope. Rather than being your bodyguard, I'd like it to be more of a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship.
She restrained herself from dancing when she went over to the fridge to get the pitcher of tea to refill their glasses. She took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes before returning.
Changing the subject, he jokingly said, "Couldn't you find any tighter shorts, Gail? I bet you aren't wearing any panties under them either, otherwise panty lines would be showing for sure."
"I guess you'll never know, mister, since you intend to leave and won't be here when I take them off." She laughed as she set the pitcher on the table.
"We'll see about that," Jeff said as he stood up quickly.
With a mock shriek of terror, she dodged away from his reaching hands and they began circling the table in a cat and mouse game.
She dashed into the living room with another mock shriek of fear. He bounded after her in pursuit. This time they circled the couch, both of them acting like a couple of children in a game of tag. The game came to an end when she zigged and should have zagged. One of his strong hands wrapped around her wrist and yanked her to him. Her squeal cut short when his lips pressed against hers. They tumbled to the floor, locked in a passionate embrace and then he rolled on top of her.
"Please Jeff, your gun is poking me," she said between kisses.
Using a double-entendre, Jeff returned, "Oh, I think it's going to do more than just poke."
"Jeff, it might go off," she complained.
"It more than likely will."
"Can you at least pull it out and set it aside?" she begged.
Jeff grinned. "I never pull it out unless I intend to use it and I can't set it aside, it's part of me."
It dawned on her then which gun he was talking about and she smacked him on the arm. "I'm referring to the gun you have in your shoulder holster, silly. It's jabbing me in the tit."
"Oh," Jeff replied. "That gun!"
His laughter told her he had been well aware of which gun she referred to. Rising up, he removed the holster and set it to the side.
"Better?" he asked as he settled on her again.
"Infinitely," she answered. "And Jeff, I have a warm holster just waiting for your other gun." She laughed and, cupping her hands to his face, drew him down for a long kiss.
Jeff rolled to the side and his hand slipped under her waistband to slide her shorts down. At the same time, she unsnapped and unzipped his pants, sliding them down. His boxers followed.
"Just as I suspected. You aren't wearing any," he said with a grin as he caressed her bare ass lovingly. His lips brushed over her shoulder and neck. He nipped her chin gently and finally his lips settled against hers as they shared an intimate kiss.
With their clothes half off, they made love on the floor. Removing the rest of their clothes as they stood, they retreated to her bedroom for the next round of lovemaking. Jeff grabbed his holster and placed it on the nightstand before crawling on the bed with her. Neither wanted to say goodbye, but both knew the time was approaching. They embraced for a long time gazing into each other's eyes. At last, with a final hug and deep sigh, Jeff rose.
"So, what's the guy's name? The one who will be watching me? When am I going to meet him?" she asked.
He looked at his watch. "She, Gail. The person who is going to watch over you is a she. Greta should be here most anytime. I guess we better get dressed, huh?"
She yelped as she leaped from the bed. Racing into the living room, she gathered up their discarded clothes. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw he was still lying there, delightfully naked.
Tossing his clothes on the bed, she cried, "Get dressed!" Jerking open her dresser, she slipped on panties and a bra. Dashing to her closet, she slipped on a sundress. Lastly, she sprayed herself with perfume to cover the scent of sex. Finally, she took a break to catch her breath. He still had not moved.
"Jeff, hurry! She'll be here any moment."
He looked at his wristwatch again. "Oh, damn. I misread the time. She won't be here for another hour."
"You mean I just ran all over this house in a frenzy and we had plenty of time to get ready?"
"Yeah, but it was worth it. I've never seen that cute, bare ass of yours move so fast."
"Oh, you. Sometimes you're a real shit. You know that?"
"What's the matter, Gail? Can't stand it when you're the one getting teased for a change?"
He crawled leisurely over, grabbed his clothes, dressed and slipped on his gun. "Greta is not a close friend like Shorty was, but I do trust her. You'll be fine with her when I'm not here."
****
When Greta came to the door both of them were sitting on the couch, waiting.
After introductions, she showed Greta the extra bedroom. When they returned, Jeff was preparing to leave.
"Unfortunately, it's time for me to go. I'll call you tomorrow," he said. "And Gail, if you need me or even if you just want to talk, you have my cell number. Call me anytime because just like my gun, I always have it with me."
"I will," she promised. "Just one more thing."
"Yes?" He stopped at the door.
She stepped close, wrapped her arms around his neck and they shared a passionate but all too brief kiss. "I just needed to taste you one more time before you left."
Gods, this is going to be hard. Other than the time I spent at work, we've been together day and night for weeks. "Okay, bye. I'll see you real soon… won't I?"
"Count on it."
****
The next night after work, Gail waited and even prayed to the Goddess that the phone would ring. She even thought about calling him but discarded that idea. He had only been gone for a day. She did not want to appear desperate to talk to him, to hear his voice, even though she was. She almost jumped out of her skin when her phone rang. When the caller ID told her it was him, she beamed and flipped the phone open.
"Hi, Jeff," she answered, trying unsuccessfully to keep the excitement from her voice.
"Hi, beautiful," he returned, sending tremors of pleasure rolling down her spine. "How are you getting along with Greta?"
"She's nice. A little quiet, but nice, just the same. There's one thing I miss though."
"And that would be?"
"I miss doing the wild thing like I did with my previous bodyguard."
"You better not be doing the wild thing with her or anyone else, young lady. You are spoken for."
Fluttering butterflies.
She smiled into the receiver. "You know I won't, handsome. Just don't stay away too long. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Gail. I took the job of locating that girl I told you about. The only reason I'm telling you is because I thought you might know her. During my research, I found out she was Wiccan too. Her name is Justine."
Gail's hand shook and her voice quavered as she answered, "Yes, I know her. We're not close friends. She's in a different coven, but I do know her. Did you find her?"
"Not yet, but I just took the job today and have scarcely started my research. I may not be over for a couple of days because I want to move fast on this case. I hope you understand."
She hid the disappointment she felt at the thought of not seeing him. "Absolutely. Just find her."
They exchanged some pleasantries and hung up.
The next day, Jeff called to talk to her but had no progress to report on Justine's case. The following day he called again. Jeff apologized, "Sorry to call so late, but I found Justine..."
Gail interrupted, "It's not late for me. It's not quite 2:00 am. I just got home from work. So, is she okay?"
The silence at the other end revealed the answer before he spoke. "I'm afraid not."
More silence.
Gail squared her shoulders. Even though it was bad news, she wanted to know the details. "Tell me, Jeff. Tell me everything."
"I don't really know how to break it to you gently. I found her in a wooded area, tied up with a bullet hole in her head. I'm trying to track down who did this. Trust me, Gail. Whoever is responsible will pay."
Silence.
"Gail, are you okay?"
She did not want her voice to betray how much his news hurt. After taking a deep breath, she calmly answered, "I'm fine. Thank you for telling me about Justine and may the Goddess help you in your search. I need to go now, Jeff. Please be safe." She hung up. Cold shivers raced through her and she hung her head in sorrow. Even though she had not been close friends with Justine, she had been a fellow witch. Another witch was dead. She truly hoped Jeff would be able to track down whomever was responsible and put an end to this. "Please, Goddess, take care of Justine and even though he's not a believer, please watch over Jeff and keep him safe," she choked out in an emotional whisper.
Chapter 4
Gail stepped out the shower, dried herself, and walked into the bedroom. Her thoughts turned to Jeff. They talked every day, but he had not been over all week. From the corner of her eye, she saw a movement in the shadows of her closet. In desperation, she looked around for some type of weapon. Her stomach knotted and her heart raced. Sure it was not Greta and in a voice that reflected her extreme fright, she demanded, "Who's there?"
"Me," a male voice answered, and Jeff stepped out of the shadows.
Thank the Gods! She ran over and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and covering his face with wet kisses.
"Hi, beautiful," he finally managed, for which she covered his face with more wet kisses.
"You scared the crap out of me!" she admonished. "If I'd had a gun, I probably would've shot you dead."
Jeff laughed. "I don't think so. You can't hit the broad side of a barn. I'd trust my reflexes any day to avoid shots fired by a wild witch with a gun." Typically he was confident, even smug, about his abilities and this was apparent in his reply.
"Oh, you!" She hugged him more and clamped her legs tighter around his waist.
"Where's Greta? How did you get in here?"
"Night off. Talked to her earlier… Gail, calm down, I'm trying to explain," he managed.
At last, she let her feet fall to the floor. She put on a pair of panties and a nightshirt then led him into the kitchen where she poured them something to drink.
"So, how did you get in here?" she asked.
Grinning, he gazed at her. "I had the safeguards on this house installed. I wouldn't be very good at my job if I couldn't get past them now, would I?"
He sat at the table while she fixed drinks and gushed about how glad she was to see him. Although she made a number of attempts to broach the subject of his investigation and how it was going, he carefully changed the topic.
"I'd rather not discuss it. Let's just say that my investigation is proceeding."
She gave up trying to get any further information from him. The set of his jaw when she tried to broach the subject showed he would not talk about it. She was certain trying to coax information from him would be fruitless.
"So, to what do I attribute this nocturnal visit of yours?" she teased.
"I missed the little witch I'm seeing."
Butterflies.
"When's Greta coming back?"
"She won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, in time to take you to work."
Gail stood up, took his hand and led to the bedroom. "Then I think it's high time we get started with a proper greeting."
He held her arms stretched above her head and pinned her to the bed with one of his legs draped across her. Shivers ran the length of her spine as his lips brushed down each of her arms. He kissed her for too short a time before moving on. The buds that tipped each of her breasts were already tight. When he finished nibbling and laving them, they were so taut she was sure they would burst.
"Jeff, I…" She squelched the words. I love you. She determined she would not say them even though she knew they were true. There had been far too much hurt and disappointment in her past. "You're so wonderful. You make me
feel so wanted."
"You are wanted. I want you every day and every night."
His masculine scent tickled across her nose and she inhaled deeply, relishing his aroma. He moved down and brushed his lips across her stomach, causing her heart to race even faster. When his mouth descended on her clitoris, she sucked in her breath. She squirmed uncontrollably beneath him as he worshipped her body with his lips and tongue. The heat inside her burned so hot, she was certain she would start glowing any second. His tongue traced between her folds and she was going insane with need.
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