by Riva Fox
Her Risky Reunion
Riva Fox
Jenna’s feet pounded as she went on her daily run through her quaint neighborhood. She was listening to the same high-tempo playlist she made years ago for her old job. Back then, she had to exercise to keep up with the physical demands of being an FBI field agent. But now she just enjoyed jogging to some of her favorite hits from the 2010s. There were times she missed the adrenaline rush of being in the FBI, but she knew her soul needed the normalcy of a 9-5 job.
Her long ponytail bounced in the cool wind as she picked up her speed, her sculpted arms and legs propelling her forward. She turned a corner onto Main Street. She enjoyed dashing passed the cute shops and restaurants. Reaching the corner newsstand, she started to feel raindrops tap on her body. She looked up at the sky and realized that it was cloudy, seconds away from a downfall. Why hadn’t she noticed the lack of sunshine?
“Well, I’m a dummy,” she chuckled to herself. As the rain started to pour, she turned around and ran back towards her house. She’d go on a longer run tomorrow.
She decided to take a shortcut down an alley between a liquor store and an auto shop. That would save her a few minutes. Just as she was about to exit the narrow pathway, a van screeched up in front of her. She stopped short, almost toppling over.
“What the f-“
Confused, she turned around to go the other way.
But then, everything went black.
It wasn’t until she felt the rumble of the van underneath her that she was finally able to process what happened. Two burly men put a hood over her head, zip-tied her hands, and shoved her into the back of the van. Crammed between them in the backseat, she sensed there was one man in the front passenger seat in addition to the driver. Her eyes lowered toward the bottom of the hood where she could see the ground. The guy on the right had a knife in his boot.
Thoughts raced through her mind. Who could be after her? She thought of all her missions, of all the risks she took in the name of national security. Sure, she needed to be rescued. But what she needed right now was answers.
She wiggled herself in a futile attempt to break free. “I don’t fucking think so,” right guy said. He pulled out the knife and held the blade to her throat.
Oddly enough, she got the clarity she needed despite a sharp object digging into her neck. Because when the goon lifted the knife from his boot, his pant leg went up. She saw his tattoo – the letter P with the stem as an upside down cross. It was the Priebke Kin—the Neo Nazi organization she helped bring down two years ago. It was her last mission before retirement. She thought there were members who escaped after the raid. Her instincts were right. They’ve rebuilt and returned to seek their revenge on the woman who killed their leader with a throwing knife straight through his eye.
She swallowed hard, praying. But she wasn’t praying to survive. She was praying that these assholes could believe through her body language that she was petrified. She knew in her previous life, she could escape a van filled with criminals taking her to be tortured and killed. It’s why everyone on her team nicknamed her “Jenna Wick.” But it’s been two years. Sure, she was still in shape, but did she have the capability to free herself while blinded, in a van with four large men who were definitely packing, all with her hands zip-tied behind her?
Jenna shrugged her shoulders and grinned. She couldn’t NOT try…
Around fifteen minutes later, Jenna was by the side of a back road, leaning against the van which was now upside down, trying to catch her breath. She was holding a bloody knife between her knees and sawing her way through the zip-ties to free her blistered wrists. She had some bruises and scrapes, including a gnarly gash on her forehead.
And there were four dead Nazis scattered on the ground. Two had stab wounds. One a shattered skull. But what they all shared was a bullet between the eyes— a final blow given to them by a woman whose new neighbors considered her sweet and unassuming.
Jenna wished she had time to embrace that she still could live up to her nickname. But she needed to act quick. She could go the police route, but knowing the Priebkes, that could be a deadly mistake. If they rebuilt, they could be far more dangerous than the organization she had infiltrated two years ago. More members could be on her tail now that four of them have gone MIA.
She thought of the closest place she could find refuge. She had to protect herself with the least amount of innocent bystanders getting hurt. Her heart wished it could be anywhere else, but she knew that if she really needed to be safe, there was only one choice.
Zach entered his apartment, relieved to finally be home. The debrief of his latest sting operation had been longer than he anticipated. How come sitting in a conference room was more tiresome than being on the field, avoiding bullets, and dismantling criminal organizations? He put down his laptop bag and opened the fridge. Just as he was about to pull out a cold beer, there was a knock.
When he opened his door, his heart stopped. Was he dreaming? Was he really face-to-face with his former colleague and the only woman he ever had a true connection with? And why does she look like she was beaten to a bloody pulp?
Jenna gave a half-smile.
“Hey, Zach. Good to see you.”
“Jesus Christ.”
He pulled her in his apartment, slammed the door, and wanted to pull her into his arms. He remembered the last time he saw her this way. She had just singlehandedly killed a Neo Nazi terrorist and extricated the rest of their unit from being held prisoners. His heart was filled with so much gratitude and admiration for her then. When their eyes met as she rescued him, he knew she was thinking that this was her last mission. And he didn’t blame her. She’d seen a lot and he knew she wanted a normal life.
Zach thought about her constantly in the two years since. They always had great chemistry – everyone noticed it. They made each other laugh. They never got tired of talking to one another whether it was heated philosophical discussions to the dumbest conversations about the best brand of macaroni and cheese.
And, obviously, they were attracted to each another. Just yesterday he jerked off in the shower thinking about squeezing her perfect ass. But dating a coworker was against the rules in the FBI. If there was anything challenging about Zach’s job, it was the inability to be with Jenna.
“What happened?” he asked, cradling her face.
“Oh, you know. Just thought I’d pay you a visit.” She gave pained chuckle.
“Stay here,” he demanded.
He raced to the bathroom to grab some first-aid supplies. When he came back, she was sitting on the counter chugging a glass of water. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as he approached her.
Jenna’s body tingled as Zach gently touched her face to see the damage the events of the day caused. She should’ve felt pain, but she couldn’t. She wanted to softly touch her lips to his and see what would happen. When they were coworkers, she always loved when she got to stand close to Zach for whatever reason. His body was strong and warm and she always wanted to know what it felt like to have his arms wrapped around her. And his strong body on top of her.
“It was the Priebkes. They’re back,” she said as she sipped water in a failed attempt to wash down the thoughts of him naked and touching her.
Zach froze. “Seriously?”
“We have to get to-”
“Hang on. Let’s make sure you’re okay.”
He put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball and began dabbing her wound on her forehead. Jenna winced at the sting, and her eyes watered. It was a natural reaction. A tear slid down her cheek. Zach smiled and caught the tear with his knuckle. She smiled back. Then he brushed his thumb under her chin. He couldn’t resist. And she didn’t want him to.
“Can
’t believe I’m saying this under these circumstances, Jen. But it’s good to see you.”
As Zach stitched her forehead, Jenna tried to ignore the pain by telling him what happened. They contacted HQ who obviously went into a tailspin that the Priebkes were back in business. His commander assured them that an ops team will arrive in a few hours to take Jenna to a safe house.
As Jenna took a shower, Zach tried to keep calm about the situation, but he couldn’t help gravitating between angry and scared. He knew he was on the Priebke’s hit list too. But all he cared about was Jenna’s safety even though she proved quite well she could still take care of herself. He just couldn’t imagine living in a world without her in it, even if they were no longer in each other’s lives.
After a few minutes, Jenna came back out. She had changed back into her workout clothes, but didn’t bother to put on a bra. She quietly sat down on his couch next to him. Her shoulders centimeters away from his. Jenna felt her nipples harden knowing she was so close to Zach. But she didn’t know what to do or say.
Jenna sighed then quietly looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry I got you into this. I just panicked and didn’t know where else to go.”
“It’s okay. You did the right thing,” he assured her.
“I know but I guess I always thought you hated me for leaving. Like you thought I was giving up.”
She continued staring at her hands, not noticing that Zach was studying her face. Then he grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“Jenna, I don’t hate you for leaving. I just…” He swallowed hard. “I just really miss you.”
She looked up at him. Her smile told him that she missed him too. Zach began rubbing his thumb gently on her forefinger. And with just that small movement, Jenna found herself getting incredibly wet.
As both their hearts pounded simultaneously, they slowly leaned their heads closer to one another and gently kissed. After the quick peck, Jenna moved her head back to look into his deep brown eyes. They were full of love. Her heart filled with warmth. She leaned in again and he accepted her luscious lips with his own.
This time it wasn’t gentle. It was magnetic. After all these years pining after one another, they succumbed to a pull they could no longer resist. Zach cradled Jenna’s face with his hands to truly savor this kiss. Then she snaked her arms around his neck. Her body needed to be closer to him. Zach pulled her onto his lap as they continued to taste one another for the first time. It was delectable. Jenna felt Zach’s growing erection between her legs, which made her even damper than she imagined.
Zach began pressing small kisses on her jaw. She gasped as he nipped at her neck, hitting just that right spot. He lifted his head and put his lips to her ear.
“Jenna, I think about you all the time.”
Jenna leaned back. This time she was cradling his face. She stroked his cheek feeling the stubble of his five o’clock shadow beneath her thumbs.
“I think about you all the time, too,” she admitted.
Zach kissed her again as his hands began exploring her body. He brushed over her breasts and then made their way to her perfect ass. Just as wonderful as he thought. She let out a soft moan and grinded her pelvis over his erection.
Still cupping her gorgeous rear, he stood up, holding her in place. He continued kissing her as he carried her to his bedroom. He needed her now. And she needed him, too.
As he carried her, Jenna lifted her head and giggled.
“Hey, I was kissing you,” he protested with a smirk.
“Well, I want you to see where you’re going. Don’t want you running into any walls.”
He snickered. She was clearly reminding him about when he walked into a glass door when they had a meeting at a New York field office. Truth be told, he was daydreaming about Jenna naked and wasn’t paying attention to what was in front of him.
He reached his bedroom and they collapsed on his bed. They continued kissing ravenously. Jenna moaned as Zach started exploring her body some more. His hand went under her shirt and began massaging her breast. She quickly took her shirt off and Zach immediately started sucking her nipple. He bit and then licked. Then his lips then traveled to her other breast, pressing small kisses along the way.
Jenna couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to finally feel his body against hers. She started taking his shirt off and then he sat up and finished the task. They always did work well together. Jenna paused, gazing at his sculpted six-pack, trying not to drool. Zach smiled and leaned into her again.
With an insatiable need to continue exploring her body, he peeled off her pants and underwear. He kissed her naval and then made his way to her mound. His lips finally reached her clit and he slowly began flicking her tight bud with his tongue.
Jenna moaned with pleasure and Zach took this as a sign. He began sucking it with more intensity. He inserted two fingers inside her and her moaning became louder. He realized he was going to love listening to those moans.
Jenna’s body squirmed as Zach massaged her g-spot and swirled his tongue on her clit. Her body melted into the sensation, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming. She pinched her nipples and began twisting them as Zach continued on his mission.
Soon, he made every atom in her body vibrate. She arched her back, gasping for air. As she came, she felt the room spin, finally understanding what the word “ecstasy” truly meant. She panted, catching her breath after what had to have been the best orgasm she ever had.
And knowing she was with Zach, she knew the best was yet to come. She sat up and grabbed Zach’s face to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. She could tell he was smiling as he returned the kiss, and she knew she wanted to make him smile even more.
“Should I get a condom?” he whispered as he kissed her.
“Yes, you should,” she said with an adorable smirk. He chuckled and reached into his nightstand. He ripped the wrapper off and unfolded the condom over his throbbing cock.
Jenna sat up on her knees and pressed her hand to his chest, guiding him to lie down on the bed. With a sultry look in her eyes, she got on top of him and lowered herself down his shaft. Zach took a deep breath as he entered a world of pure bliss. Her pussy was tight and wet and waiting for him. It was way better than he could have imagined.
She began grinding. Slowly at first and then picking up the pace. Zach began breathing hard, watching her perky breasts bounce as she was taking him on a ride to ultimate pleasure. Nothing could be more perfect than the love of his life around him. As blood continued racing toward his cock, he delighted at the feel of her pussy pulsing.
He noticed that she was touching herself, which was a wonderful sight to see. He sat up and placed his mouth around her nipple, sucking as she continued to ride him. Jenna let out a moan as she pressed her forehead on top of his head, attempting to brace herself for a second mind-blowing orgasm.
Zach groaned as Jenna began fucking him even faster and harder. Their breathing synced up. Yep, they were on this journey together. Zach’s body began to shudder. He was about to lose control and he wanted Jenna with him.
“Come with me, Jen.”
“Yes,” Jenna moaned.
Together, they reached their peak, a cacophony of sensation. Jenna continued to grind her hips, churning out every last pulse of energy they had.
When they came down, they rested their foreheads against each other. Still breathing simultaneously. Jenna smiled at him and he grinned back. They kissed softly.
She lifted herself off of Zach and he pulled down the covers for her to get under them. When he joined her, she rested her head on his chest. Soon, their breathing slowed down, and they stayed silent for a moment, embracing the tranquility.
“Well, that was…” Zach started to say.
“Amazing.” Jenna finished.