Jacob

by Kris Michaels

  His hand tangled in her hair as she nuzzled, licked, and kissed around his huge cock. Her assault promised and teased. She used her mouth, tongue, and lips on his heavy, tight sac. His groan and a sharp intake of air preceded his exclamation when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. “Ahh fuck! Tori!”

  She took his rod in hand and chuckled to herself as her mind interrupted with an old country saying. Oh hell, yeah. He’s hung like a horse. Tori circled his cock with both of her hands and stroked upwards. Her mouth slid over his hood before her tongue licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. She lifted again, licked the head of his cock, and swirled her tongue around him before she deep-throated him. His erection lodged at the back of her throat. She relaxed and swallowed him deeper. His hips gave a convulsive jump, but he somehow stopped his thrusts.

  “Listen babe, you need to stop now if you don’t want me to finish where I am. I can’t promise I’ll be able to control myself. You’re destroying me here.”

  Tori’s hand kept up the rhythmic pumping as she looked up into his eyes. She pulled off but licked up the underside of his cock as she did. His eyes rolled back in his head.

  “Jacob, lay back, and just feel. I want this. I want you like this.”

  At her purred response, he shuddered. “Whatever you say, babe. You’re calling the shots—this time.”

  She lowered herself and swallowed his cock. One hand slid from his shaft to his balls where she pulled and squeezed. His legs shook and he inhaled in a staccato tempo. Tori relaxed her throat, took his massive cock to the base and waited, knowing he would move. His hips thrust forward, his breath ragged and labored. He groaned out her name. His hands held her head, stilling her mouth in position as he pumped into her. She breathed through her nose when he retracted after each thrust and used her tongue to drive him over the edge.

  “God babe, I’m there. I’m coming. Jesus, Tori!” Jacob fisted her hair as he shot down her throat emptying his seed in successive waves. She pulled away from him and used her tongue to lick his shaft and ring the head.

  With a low groan, he used his good arm to pull her up to him. He kissed her possessively and pulled her close. “Victoria, you are incredible.” His body was hard as granite as she lay on him.

  “Nah, I’m just a small town girl who knows what her man needed.”

  Jacob froze. She shrugged and snuggled deeper into his neck and hoped he wasn’t freaking over her words. “Don’t have an aneurism, cowboy. It’s a figure of speech; I’m not going all psychotic and possessive on you.”

  Jacob tipped her chin up. “Honey, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Then you are a sheltered man, Mr. King.” Tori lifted over him and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 9:30.

  “Doc should be coming by. I asked him to come over check on you this morning, so I probably need to call a cab. I have to go back to my hotel and as it is I’m going to do the walk of shame through reception.” The heat from her blush radiated across her face.

  He chuckled. “How about we call the hotel and have your bags delivered here?”

  Tori paused at the suggestion. “Is that even possible?”

  Jacob cupped her ass and pulled her closer to him. “Baby, anything is possible if you have enough money. What hotel are you staying at?”

  “The Fairfax on Embassy Row.”

  Jacob whistled. “Honey, either you are independently wealthy or you are splurging for the weekend.”

  “I’m not hurting for money. “

  Jacob leaned back and stretched only to convulse in pain. “Damn it! What the fuck did Doc do?”

  “Oh for the love of God, would you please quit ripping your wounds open! What in the hell am I going to have to do to get you to behave, cowboy? Tie you to the bed?” She rolled him towards her and sighed in relief. There was no blood on the bandage. “Won’t you please behave? Just for a little while?”

  He wrapped himself around her. “We can explore ropes later, but maybe you should make me behave. I promise to be good if I get what I just had for a reward.”

  Tori sighed before she leaned over and kissed his temple. Her hand rhythmically threaded through his thick hair. He closed his eyes and smiled against her leg. Tori enjoyed the quiet moment. If he came back to the ranch with her…wait, did she just think that? But it would be the perfect solution. He could mend and she, well…she could help. God Tori, get your mind out of the gutter! Still, dare she ask? “Jacob, could you take time off from work?”

  He moved bringing himself closer to her. He shrugged his good shoulder. “Actually, my brother Jared is running the show until after the New Year. He’ll fuck something up. Guaranteed.” She could tell his comment held no malice—a brotherly dig, no doubt.

  “Three months off? Tell me who is the independently wealthy one now?”

  “Yeah, time off, but not by choice. Mandatory down time. The boss’s policy.”

  Tori assessed the massive man lying next to her for a few minutes before she spoke. “So going out on the limb of the you-have-to-be-crazy-to-think-it-tree, I have a suggestion. Come back with me, Jacob. Come stay in Small Town, U.S.A.”

  He chuffed air out of his lungs and stroked her thigh. “If it was just me—in a heartbeat. But baby, if I followed you, sooner or later my team would show up, because that is what we do and that is how we live. Can your town survive a combat medic and a Cherokee computer geek? How about a set of twins, pilots, who happen to be demolition and firearms experts in addition to a Chief Operations Officer of a multi-national company who has a fucked up attitude and a serious desire to be in you?”

  Tori smiled. “Yeah, that sounds like the cast of characters on a typical Saturday night at the local watering hole.”

  “That so?” Without hesitation, Jacob grabbed her and pulled down to him. “Honey, if your town can absorb what I bring in my wake, I’ll consider coming back with you.”

  Tori melted into his hard body. “Ahh…no, my town won’t absorb you, my dad’s ranch will.”

  Jacob dropped his head. “Shit, Tori, how big is that ranch?

  She took a deep breath. She hoped he liked wide, open spaces. “Six thousand acres with an additional four thousand deeded acres from the government. It’s the second largest ranch in South Dakota.”

  Jacob lifted himself on his elbow with a groan, and Tori winced in sympathy. “Are you shitting me?”

  She shook her head slowly. “Nope. Not shitting you. Daddy is pretty well off and my sister, Keelee, runs the business aspects of the ranch with an iron fist.” She paused momentarily, remembering the argument she’d had with Keelee before she left. “I love being home, but something is missing for me there. I want to work again. I enjoyed the intelligence work I used to do. But the ranch is a great place to recover, to refocus, and to heal. I’m sure Dad would welcome all your team.”

  *

  Jacob lay back on the pillow and propped his good arm behind his head. He couldn’t help feeling satidfied at the admiration in her eyes when they traveled the length of his body. He worked out religiously to stay fit for his job, but he sure didn’t mind the collateral benefit it gave him with the ladies—especially this lady. Yeah, if going to bum-fuck South Dakota would keep him close to her, he’d go all in.

  Jacob waited until her eyes drifted back to his face. “Okay, but make sure we’re welcome. If we are, I’ll follow you home. We can recover from our battle wounds together. When we come back to D.C., you’ll have a job with me at Guardian Security if you want one.”

  Her head snapped towards him. “You run Guardian Security? David Xavier’s company? The long arm of international law?” Her voice squeaked at the end of the question. With a wry twist of the lips, Jacob smiled. “Yeah.”

  “Oh my God, Jacob. I thought you were a mercenary. You run a multi-billion dollar company!”

  He corrected her. “Just the international branch. Stateside operations are run by my brothers Jared and Jason.”

  Tori
lay down next to him. “Will you be able to leave your responsibilities for three months?”

  Jacob stroked her back enjoying her small tremors when his fingertips caressed her skin. Her body reacted to his slightest touch. He loved the rush of power those tiny involuntary reactions gave him. Damn this woman just blew him away.

  “Jacob?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never tried to leave it behind before. I’ve run Alpha team operations for the last eight years and have semi-transitioned to the COO position recently. It’s all I’ve ever known since I left the Corps. I’ll do my best to take the time off, but there is still a lot of restructuring work that needs to be done. I’d planned on working those issues while my team was on stand down. Guardian and the men who work for it are my life.”

  There was a resounding knock at the front door at the same time the doorbell chimed. “Oh crap!” Tori leapt from the bed and ran towards the bathroom.

  Jacob laughed and pointed to the dresser. “Clothes.”

  She slid to a stop, jerked open the top drawer, pulled a black t-shirt and a pair of black boxers out and bolted into the bathroom—just as Doc walked into the bedroom.

  “Well, Skipper, looks like you are rested.”

  Jacob glared at Doc. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Your timing sucks.” The shower turned on in the bathroom.

  Doc smiled and winked at his boss. “Glad to know you are in a good mood. Plant your ugly face in that pillow and let me take a look at those bullet holes.” Doc opened his kit and put on some gloves. “I was wondering how long you’d be out. Not too long obviously. Can’t believe you passed out on your woman. Had to carry your sorry ass in here from the living room. I never want to put your unconscious ass to bed again. Gave me nightmares.”

  In the process of turning over, Jacob paused and looked back at his friend. “Tell me you didn’t undress me.”

  A sharp bark of laughter gave Jacob the answer. “Nah man, I carried you in here and stitched you up. If you were sans clothes, your woman is to blame. I’ve seen you naked and I won’t volunteer to see it again. Now plant it. I need to admire my work.”

  Doc’s voice dropped a level and became serious as he removed the dressing. “Skipper, you weren’t supposed to leave the hospital. That little detour could’ve had a far more serious ending. You could’ve bled out. What the fuck made you do it?”

  Jacob lifted his head and looked at his best friend. “You saw how she was on the Evac plane. Tell me you wouldn’t have left to meet her.”

  Doc shook his head. “I honestly can’t, Skipper. Jacob scrubbed his face. “I may be following her home, Doc. Gabriel grounded us all for three months anyway, and if he finds out about last night, he could very well fire me.”

  Jacob exchanged wry looks with his medic as both men spoke simultaneously. “Again.”

  Jacob chuckled. “Anyway, I’m heading west to hang out at her ranch and recover. You, Chief, Dixon, and Drake are welcome if I go. No obligation, just come if you want.”

  Doc rubbed the back of his neck. “A ranch you say?”

  Jacob nodded. “Uh-huh. A ten-thousand-acre ranch in South Dakota.”

  “Alright, if you make the trip I’m in. Nothing for me here; besides, someone needs to make sure you don’t end up dead. I’ll call the team and let them know what’s up when you decide.”

  Jacob heard the shower turn off. “Thanks. Now get the fuck out of here. I’ll call you with the logistics.”

  Doc cocked his head and listened to Tori singing in the bathroom. He pointed directly at his boss. “No driving, no strenuous exercise, or lifting more than thirty pounds for at least two days. Take acetaminophen or ibuprofen if you need it for pain, no aspirin or any NSAID that will thin your blood. I’m being a gentleman by not defining what would constitute strenuous exercise, but I think you get my drift.” He picked up his bag. “Of course you can disregard my directions and necessitate another emergency call in the middle of the night. I wouldn’t mind spending some more time with your woman.”

  Jacob chuffed and shook his head, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. “Your definition will be disregarded. Completely. Now get out. You don’t get any more alone time with her.”

  Doc laughed at Jacob’s territorial warning. “You got it. I’m out of here.” He gave Jacob a salute at the door and said over his shoulder as he left, “You are one lucky son of a bitch, Skipper.”

  Jacob stood up and had to wait until the room stopped swaying. He briefly considered putting some clothes on. Nah. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door. She stood bent over the sink in his black boxers and T-shirt and looked sexier than sin. Her wet hair hung straight down her back. She had washed off all her makeup and still looked absolutely beautiful. She smiled hesitantly as she put his toothbrush back in the holder and turned to him. “Love the view, cowboy. Hope you didn’t mind, but I figured we were past asking about sharing a toothbrush.”

  He walked over to her and pulled her close. “Mmmm…didn’t think I needed to be modest after this morning and you may use my toothbrush anytime.”

  He looked longingly at the shower and sighed. Fucking bandages.

  He kissed her forehead and walked to the massive tub at the end of the room and turned on the water. His wound and the remnants of the drugs and alcohol from the previous night zapped his strength more than he cared to admit. Of course, his early morning blowjob could have factored in also. “Come here, baby.” He sat on the edge of the tub and pulled Tori onto his lap. She kissed him sweetly. “Are you sure your father won’t have any problem with me coming back with you?”

  Tori shrugged. “I am. It’s how he is. But just to reassure you, how about I call him and you can listen. That should let you know for sure, right?”

  “Yeah, that works for me.”

  Tori smiled. “The next challenge is finding my purse.” With another lingering kiss, she rose and sauntered out of the bathroom. He liked the going away view as well as the frontal. She had one beautiful ass. Damn. She was going to kill him, but he’d die a happy man.

  His slow descent into the hot water felt good. He reached over and turned on the jets welcoming the massage on his sore muscles. Too bad he couldn’t sink up to his neck. Damn bandages.

  Tori walked back into the bathroom, her focus on her phone. Jacob turned off the jets. She hit speaker and Jacob could hear the phone ring on the other end of the call.

  A gruff voice answered the phone. “Hello.”

  “Hi, Daddy!”

  “Hi, baby, what’s wrong?”

  She giggled and shook her head. “Nothing is wrong, Daddy. You know that guy I came back to see?”

  “Yeah, seem to recall something about that.”

  Tori giggled again. “Dad, what I didn’t tell you was he is an international law enforcement officer and runs a huge company. He is so rich that he makes us look like the Clampett’s before they struck oil.”

  Her father grunted. “That so…and?”

  “Dad, he’s been shot, twice. He’s hurt and needs to recuperate. May I bring him home with me?”

  “I think I liked it better when you brought home stray puppies and kittens, but, yep, that will be fine.” The man’s immediate response stunned Jacob.

  “Dad, he has several co-workers who are out of commission until he gets on his feet.”

  Her father’s pause was lengthy this time. “Is his team Marines or SEALs?” Jacob mouthed Marines.

  “They used to be Marines.”

  Jacob automatically corrected Tori. “There is no such thing as a former Marine.”

  Jacob heard the old man chuckle. “Ain’t that the truth? Doesn’t matter either way, was just being nosey. They are welcome here, darlin’. Don’t forget we’re leaving early Tuesday to bring the cattle down to the home pastures. Heavy snow is expected by the end of the week.”

  “I saw the weather report yesterday after I landed. We’ll be home late Monday.”

  “Alright, baby girl, love you.”
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  “Love you too, Daddy.”

  Jacob leaned back in the tub. He would bet the rancher knew immediately what he did and what he was when she told him, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the old man knew exactly what Tori did when she was in D.C.

  He hit the jets again. Shit, her last stint in D.C. must have been a bitch if that fuckwad of a shrink from last night was any indication.

  “How well do you know that prick, Amiri?”

  Tori sat on the side of the bathtub and put her legs into the water. She twisted her mouth in an expression of distaste. “Yeah, I don’t think much of him either. He was in charge of my incident debrief and recovery.”

  “Are you on any black list or restrictions as far as working within the community?”

  Tori snorted. “My clearance is still valid although I’ve been debriefed on all agency programs. I can work again. Once I get a grip on my issues, I want to work again.”

  “How bad are the ramifications?”

  “Nightmares. They’re getting better. Anxiety attacks, particularly if I’m in a dark place…go figure, but they occasionally happen for no reason. I’ll always have scars, even if no one can see them.” She turned, grabbed a washcloth off the towel rack and dropped it in the water. Tori stood and stripped, the loaned T-shirt and boxer shorts abandoned on the bathroom floor.

  His eyes scanned her body. He raised a hand stopping her from getting into the bathtub. “Not so fast. I’m going to enjoy this view.” Tall, lean, and strong, Tori stood and waited as he drank in her incredible form. He could sense her nervousness, but she waited for him to look his fill. He lifted his good arm and held it out to her. “I could care less about your exterior scars, baby, and we’ll work on those interior ones.”

  She took his hand and stepped over the tub, lowering herself slowly. She leaned back and faced him. Jacob pulled her leg towards him and massaged her calf and foot paying particular attention to crisscross of scars that covered the bottom of her feet. “I’ve seen soldiers who lived and ate war for years break with far less torture than you endured. Nightmares and panic attacks are completely normal and to be expected.” He leaned over and kissed the pad of her foot. “Your scars are part of you and because they are, they are beautiful.”