I jerk off to the smell of her on the pillow and then decide to take a cool shower when I can’t get back to sleep. Just as aroused as before, I whack off under the water and then try to lay back down and relax. After fifteen minutes of my eyes being wide open, I toss on a pair of shorts and a shirt and head down to the monitors.
As quietly as I can, I make some tea and then get situated in front of the screen. For the first fifteen minutes, I’m staring at nothing — completely nothing. Suddenly, a faint voice is heard through the earphones. I think nothing of it, believing that someone is up and just turned on the television. The voices are low and mumbled, but there’s not a single light emanating from the house via the cameras. Since I can’t understand what’s being said, someone must be watching television on the other side of the house.
“I told you, I don’t want to be bothered right now,” a low, male’s voice comments clearly.
Silence penetrates the air.
“I don’t give a shit. I told Jay to take care of it,” he states.
“Mr. Carroll?” another voice calls.
“Not now, Jimmy,” the first voice replies.
Holy shit! I think I might have actually gotten Quintin. I go to text Paul, but I hesitate, wanting to confirm it first.
“Okay, Mr. Carroll,” the second voice returns.
“Did Jay deliver the message or not?” the first man questions with irritation.
“Good. Good,” a voice says. “Make sure you help him so that our supplier understands the brevity of the situation.”
A light comes on the screen, but I can’t make out anyone, just outlines of two bodies. It looks like one of them hands a mug to the other who is sitting at a table.
“Yes,” a voice affirms. “You and Jay have my permission to do whatever is necessary. Don’t call me until it’s been taken care of, got it?”
My ears strain for anything else, but nothing appears for the next two minutes as I watch the seconds on the clock count on the monitor.
“Fuck,” I groan. Grabbing my cell, I text Paul as I head to the bathroom.
I stay up for at least another hour, double checking the last few minutes, just to make sure I heard things correctly and to make sure I didn’t miss the chance of Quintin leaving the house. Needing to rest my eyes for just a few minutes, I move to the couch.
“Hey,” a soft voice calls as a rough tongue licks my chin.
“Hmm,” I mumble.
“Hey,” the voice repeats as my eyes stay closed. “You okay?”
“Huh?” I reply, pushing the furry face away from me.
“Mable, leave him alone,” Laurie commands softly.
“Mornin,’ Pix,” I greet with a smirk. “Come back for more?”
“No,” she denies.
Without looking, I reach for her and pull her onto me. “Yeah, you did.”
“No,” she repeats. “You somehow ended up on the couch.”
My eyes dart open and my head shifts around a little. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” I chuckle.
“How did you end up on the couch?” she inspects, trying to get away.
I roll, pinning her between me and the back of the couch. “Someone who was keeping me warm left me naked and cold in my bed.”
“So, you came out to sleep on the couch instead?”
“No,” I laugh. “I was horny when I smelled you on my pillow,” I admit. “So, I tried sneaking over to your room.”
Laurie’s body pulses slightly.
“Don’t laugh,” I direct.
“Why? That’s funny,” she challenges.
“No, it’s not,” I whine, holding her tighter. “You can just pop over to my bed any time you’re in the mood, but I can’t do the same.”
“Yep,” she returns with a smile behind her tone. Laurie tries to get up, so I roll with her until she’s sitting on my lap and I’m kissing her neck.
“Stop laughing,” I command.
“No,” she giggles. “My house, my rules.”
“You won’t be laughing next time when my door is locked and you have to use one of your toys instead,” I press.
“Won’t happen,” she accuses.
“What?”
“You like having your door open…and, you like it even more when I sneak in,” she states.
I moan as I press her back, wanting to have her again like I did last night.
“So, how did you end up on the couch?” she searches.
“I told you,” I remind, nuzzling into her more, enjoying the cuddling she’s allowing.
“No, you didn’t,” she comments. “You just said you were horny and tried to come over to my room.”
“I jerked off in bed. Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I took a shower and jerked off again before coming down here and listened in on the feed,” I share. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“I don’t know,” she laughs. “Is that the truth?”
I glare at her for a second, shocked that she thinks I wouldn’t tell her the truth.
“You did!” she says, sounding amused. “How many times did you come?”
“Why?” I ask. “Does it turn you on to know that I was masturbating…thinking of you?”
“Maybe,” she muses, pulling my lips to hers.
“I bet you’re already fucking wet just thinking about it,” I announce.
“Maybe,” she answers before deepening the kiss.
My hand slips under her shorts and I groan the instant I feel the moisture that has seeped past her folds and onto her lips. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
Laurie doesn’t comment as I suck her juice off my fingers. We take off each other’s shirts in a rush and then I reach for the drawer in the side table, knowing that I’ve stashed some condoms in there from when we’ve had sex on the couch before. As I get the condom on, Laurie sits up and pushes me backward, removing her bottoms and then straddles me. She rides me until she reaches her first orgasm and then we shift two more times as I fuck her senseless.
We eventually make it outside for our morning run, taking a shorter route this time. We rinse off in our own showers, even though I try several times to get her to join me in mine.
After eating, we head over to the range. Laurie and I share the same private area since we’ve done it a few times now. I text back and forth with Paul about the feed, especially after he studies it. Despite being on vacation, it looks like Quintin is still monitoring certain business through his goons.
I refrain from mention anything to Laurie, knowing that she might see it at some point on her own. I figure that since Laurie knows that I'm aware of her monitoring Quintin also that there’s no need to tell her. Plus, if Laurie wants to discuss anything, I’ve told her She only has to ask. I know I’m not supposed to talk to her about the case, but I can’t exclude her if she asks — especially not if there’s a chance for a link between her past and Quintin. I’ve decided that I will answer anything I can to the best of my ability, but she needs to come to me for the information. It’s one thing if she seeks information, it’s another if I tell her something she doesn’t really want to know or need to know.
“Can we please get me setup to have entry access to the house?” I ask as we enter through the garage.
“Why?”
“Because, it’ll just make things easier,” I answer.
Laurie eyes me.
“Come on. You’ve got to trust me enough by now,” I say.
“Why do you say that?” she searches.
“Seriously, Pix?” I ask. “We’re sleeping together…what get’s more personal than that?”
She doesn’t comment for a few seconds. “Fine…but, limited access.”
“Yes,” I cheer with a smile, picking her up and spinning us around.
“Don’t make me regret it,” she instructs.
“I won’t,” I reply, kissing her.
“I’m serious,” she returns.
“Me too,” I confirm.
It takes all of a few seconds after Laurie punches in a few commands into the system for me to have my own passcode and handprint for scanning. As she unpacks her guns, I check on the main computer screen that rests inside the foyer to see where I have access and where I don’t. There aren’t any points that confirm or deny her bedroom can be unlocked through the system. While I scan through the different blueprints for each room, I do have permission to see the exact location of each weapon hidden throughout the house as well as access to her exterior home cameras.
“Thanks, Pix,” I offer, pulling me into her.
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs.
“I’ve got to run out to meet up with Paul,” I share.
“Okay,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders.
“I won’t be too long,” I mention.
“You don’t need to let me know,” she reminds.
“I know,” I confirm. “But, I like to let you know…just in case you need to reach me or something.”
“I have your cell number,” she reminds.
“Yeah, but it still helps to know where I am sometimes,” I announce.
“Okay,” she says, downplaying it as she tries to get away.
“Hey,” I call, holding her tighter.
Laurie stares at me blankly.
I press her against the fridge, kissing her deeply as I grab her ass. “There’ll be more of that when I get back,” I inform.
“Joy,” she giggles.
My mouth springs to her neck and she laughs as I tickle her. “I bet you’re already wet with anticipation.”
“Nope,” she denies.
I eye her, fully aware that she’s lying.
“What?” she laughs. “Did you get yourself all worked up?”
“You did,” I state.
“That’s not my fault,” she comments, tapping my erection.
“Yes, it is,” I reply, unbuttoning her shorts.
She doesn’t fight me. Instead, I feel her fingers at the top of my pants.
“Fuck,” I groan when she kneels down and shoves my dick in her mouth. My hand darts to the counter top to steady myself. After a few more strokes, my other hand moves from the back of her head and reaches into the side drawer. Like I said before, I’ve got condoms stashed around the house for emergencies.
My hand tightens around the wrapper as she gets me to come easily. Catching my breath, I hoist her up and slam her against the fridge right after she puts the condom on. Once I make Laurie come for the first time, I let her down. She insists me doing her from behind as she bends over the island.
Can this woman get any fucking hotter?
Ten minutes after our little romp in the kitchen, I head out over to see Paul to discuss this morning’s recording as well as to see if there’s anything we can find on a Jay and his supplier.
Paul and I don’t have any solid evidence to anything, but we do copy the section from this morning and submit it to our contact at the agency as a backup of the records. We also send another copy to two other locations; one a secure place that Paul and I have set up, just in case anything should ever happen to either one of us, and the second to Becky, Laurie’s contact, hoping that if we start sending her pieces, she might be able to give us more insight.
By five, I text Laurie that I’m on my way back. Ten minutes later, I’m pulling into the driveway. I chide myself for not getting a device from her to get access to the garage so I can pull right in like she does. There’s plenty of room for my truck, even behind the second one she has in there that she’s currently working on.
As I start to punch in the access codes to open the garage door, the sound of a gun being fired echoes in the distance. My instincts kick in, forcing me to drop my bag, reach for my gun that his holstered on me and run toward the back of the house.
“Laurie!” I shout, searching for any sound of noise. “Laurie!”
The area is silent. Even the birds are silent.
Pop — another round fires off.
“Laurie!” I repeat, heading to the southwestern part of her back yard.
A noise from my right catches my attention, so I pause and steady my gun in its direction. My ears burn to hear her voice calling for me or another round of the gun being fired as I steady for the increasing sound of something running toward me.
“Mable,” I sigh at the sight of her.
Mable whimpers, jumps on me and then springs back toward where she came from.
As fast as I can, my legs follow after Mable who checks back on me several times as I try to keep up with her pace. “Laurie!” I call, keeping my gun in hand. “Laurie!”
My chest aches as my lungs begin to burn from my full-on sprint as I dart around the trees. Where the fuck is she? I continue to call out her name several more times until I suddenly find her.
“Laurie,” I call as my brain processes what comes into view.
Laurie is shouting a number of expletives as she pummels her fists into a body that is laying lifelessly on the ground.
“Laurie,” I repeat, yanking her off of the body.
She fights me. Every muscle in her body is rigid and she strikes at me to get to him.
“Laurie,” I soothe. “Calm down, baby.”
Laurie scrambles to get to the man as I restrain her. She’s stronger with adrenaline coursing through her veins.
I scan the surroundings and finally see Cain in a protective stance between Laurie and the man. Cain’s growling, no, snarling at the guy.
“Cain,” I yell. “Komm!”
His ears perk up at the German word, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the body or back down.
“Cain,” I command this time. “Fuß.”
Cain’s snarls turn back into a low growl as he backs toward Laurie and me who have been on the ground since I’ve pulled her off of the man. He slowly lowers his rear to the ground, following my direction for him to sit, but he keeps his focus on the unmoving man.
“What happened?” a man inquires with a faint accent, coming from the trees with a gun in hand. He looks to me and Laurie and then back at the man on the ground.
“I don’t know what happened,” I share over Laurie who’s shouting while pulling to break free. “I just got here a few seconds ago and pulled her off of him.”
Laurie bucks, trying to break from my grip. “Mother fucker,” she shouts, staring at the body of the man she was beating to death. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Did you fucking shoot him?” he asks, holstering his weapon.
“No! But, give me a gun and I will,” Laurie spits, trying to get free.
“What happened, baby?” I ask, trying to get her to calm down and focus on my voice.
“There’s so much blood,” the man states the obvious. “You had to have shot him.” He inspects the body more. “Jimmy? Jimmy, you hear me man?”
It hits me after he speaks a few more words that his accent is Russian.
“Laurie, baby,” I coax, trying to get her to calm. “What happened?”
She continues to fight as if she’s desperate to break free and her life depends on it.
It’s in this moment that I realize that Laurie is not with me. She’s a completely different person.
“I think she…” the man begins, “…Wait. Nope. He’s still breathing.”
“What the fuck is going on?” another man with an American accent asks, coming from the trees, gun in hand.
I scan my surroundings again and realize that they’re coming from Quintin’s house.
“She fucking beat the shit out of Jimmy,” the Russian states. “I think she shot him.”
“Not yet,” Laurie challenges, still trying to break free from my hold. “Let me go and I’ll fucking shoot him.”
“Two shots were heard,” the man with the accent comments.
“I know,” I say.
“Jimmy,” the second guy calls, smacking him in the face. “Jimmy, can you hear me?”
I can’t tell if the guy replies or not as I contin
ue to do my best to keep Laurie at bay and settle her nerves as she continues to flail. She manages to get an arm free, but I’m quick to subdue her.
“No,” the American man says. “She didn’t shoot him.”
“You sure?” the Russian and I ask at the same time.
“Yep,” he answers.
“Mr. Carroll ain’t gonna like this,” comments the Russian.
“I know,” the other answers. “Let’s get him inside.”
“You got her, man?” the Russian questions.
“I’ll fucking kill you too,” Laurie shouts, not letting me answer right away.
“Yeah,” I huff.
“We’ll talk to Mr. Carroll,” the second guy comments. “Let him know what happened. He’ll want to talk to you…both of you once she calms down.”
“Don’t even look at my dogs or else I’ll fucking whip your asses too,” Laurie challenges.
I try to stifle a laugh as the two men nod to me an then pick up Jimmy. Now I know who Jimmy was on the feed earlier today.
Once the men are no longer in sight, I'm able to calm Laurie. It takes her about five minutes for her body to relax a little. As soon as we get to a standing position, she tries to break free and run after them. Fuck!
“Laurie,” I shout, getting a hold of her just two steps out. “You need to calm the fuck down, baby.”
“I’m not going to calm down,” she returns, fighting me to get free after I knock her to the ground.
“Either you calm down, or else I have to knock you out, Pix,” I warn.
“Fuck you,” she spits at me.
“Only when you’re in a better mood,” I joke, hoping to defuse some of the tension.
“I’ll fucking kick your goddamn ass too,” she retaliates.
“You leave me no choice, Pix,” I threaten. “Calm down, or else I’ll knock you out.”
“Fuck off,” she grunts.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I comment, putting her into a lock that will cause her to pass out.
“Fucking ass…” she starts, but doesn’t finish as she blacks out.
Forty Three - Laurie
I wake with a pounding headache, a dry, sore throat and an few throbbing body parts. “What the fuck?”
“Feeling better, Pix?” Aiden’s voice calls from my left in the darkness.
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