by Dawn Edwards
I shivered in his arms, causing him to adjust to pull the blankets up, covering us before holding me back in his strong arms.
‘Is it something you do often?’ he asked me. ‘Watching porn, that is,’ he added for interpretation like I’d be giving anyone else blow jobs. I looked to him to see a huge smile on his face and his dick growing again.
I nodded into his chest. ‘Yeah…’
‘Define often.’
‘Daily.’
‘Wow, I don’t even watch it that often,’ he confessed.
‘So you do watch porn?’ I asked for clarification.
‘Of course, you’ve been gone a while,’ he said. ‘But that summer with you, I don’t think I watched once.’
‘With Lisa?’ I asked before I could stop myself and instantly regretted it.
‘Jessa, we’re not talking about others in our bed,’ he said our bed, that didn’t pass my notice. ‘Or thinking of them for that matter. This is our time, our bed, our life. Got it?’
I nodded, ‘Sorry.’
‘No need to be sorry, I just want to make it clear, that no one else matters. We focus on us, our future, our pleasure, nothing else.’
I tilted my head up to kiss him, ‘Why are you so perfect?’
He laughed, ‘I’m far from perfect, cupcake, but far be it from me to try and convince you otherwise.’
CHAPTER 14
DREW
I was dreading leaving Jessa; yesterday and last night had been perfect. We’d been able to talk, really talk. She told me all about her time in Australia, the friends she made, the places she traveled to and the resort she was at, how it put her on her current path and the courses she was working on. There was nothing better than waking up next to her, holding her in my arms. She was awake, reading on her phone, but didn’t move from my hold on her.
‘Are you hungry?’ she asked me when I opened my eyes.
‘Not for food,’ I smirked, still half asleep, but ready to go nonetheless, pulling her in closer to me to rub up against her.
‘You’re insatiable,’ she giggled, grinding on me.
‘And you're all too happy to enable me.’
‘Guilty as charged,’ she told me, adjusting herself to allow better access to kiss me.
We spent most of our morning in bed, talking, making out, checking our phones and making out more. We only got up when we heard Breton come home, carrying coffee and bagels, which, I found out, Jessa had asked him to pick up on his way.
I had seen Breton recently, just last month, but it was still cool to hang out with him in the city I grew up in. I took them to lunch at a Turkish place I loved near where I grew up, as Jessa wanted to see the area I was from.
I had been hesitant, as I didn’t want to run into anyone. I hadn’t told any of my family that I would be in town, not even my sister Nicole, who I knew would be upset with me over it. Breton had arranged a car service to take us around for the day, so that helped.
I really enjoyed my day with the two of them and seeing how their life in London drastically differed from the one I grew up living.
The driver dropped us off at a Tesco near their flat so I could stock up on some goodies to bring back to Boston with me. My friend Will had asked for a few things which had me making a list of my own.
‘I’m going to head to the gym for an hour or so,’ Jessa told me as we walked back to her flat. ‘Did you want to join me?’
‘If you want me to,’ I replied. The gym wasn’t really my thing. I occasionally went for a run, but as far as going to the gym to work out, I couldn’t recall the last time I actually did it. I didn’t need a gym when I did manual labor for a living.
‘It’s up to you, I’m just doing a quick cardio and leg circuit today.’
‘How about I let you do your thing, and I’ll go hang with Breton a bit?’ I offered. ‘I can make dinner.’
She shook her head, ‘I was thinking of getting a curry to take away, there’s a good place not far from here.’
I never could pass up a good curry.
Breton and I played some video games as we chatted about trivial things, passing the time until Jessa came back. I’d been skirting the issue the past few days with Jessa, not sure if she would give me an honest answer or not, but I knew with Breton, he’d tell me straight.
‘Are you close to finishing getting all the proof and ending this any time soon?’ I asked Breton, who was lying on one end of the sectional, while I slouched on the other end, controllers in hand. Breton looked dead tired and I appreciated that he was making the effort for me today.
He shrugged a bit. ‘We just need one more piece of information, but it’s proving a bit tricky to get,’ he told me as if reporting the weather. ‘I think we have a plan, but it could take a bit. Basically, it’s a matter of our timing aligning that’s just not working out.’ He looked at me, concerned. ‘I’ll need to use Jessa to get Matt’s brother to confess.’
I sat up quickly, ‘No,’ I yelled, dropping the controller. ‘She can’t be messed up in this.’
Breton looked at me with a confused expression on his face. ‘In case you’ve missed it, she’s already very much caught up in it.’
‘But surely, that’s dangerous, no?’ I asked, ‘I can’t have her getting hurt.’
Breton shook his head, ‘She’d never be alone, or at least, she’d have cameras on her and we’d be close to her.’
‘We who?’ I prompted, leaning forward. I trusted Breton with her completely, but I didn’t want her safety in the hands of just anyone.
‘We as in one or more of the guys I work with, either Nyall or the other guys who helped her escape off the boat.’
I nodded, she had told me that story this morning in bed. She never would talk about it over the phone. Needless to say, I had been curious and the one time I asked Breton, he just shook his head and said he couldn’t talk about it.
‘And they can protect her?’
He laughed, ‘Yeah, I put my life in their hands on missions. And they also protect people much more important than me.’
‘Wow, I didn’t think such people existed,’ I joked, bending to pick up the controller before leaning back on the sofa as he tossed a pillow at me.
‘Hi, boys,’ Jessa walked in, holding a bag of food. I stood up and walked over to relieve her of it.
‘I need to shower real quick, can you guys wait like five minutes?’
‘Five,’ Breton called. ‘Not a moment longer, I’m fucking starving and I’ve been on mess hall meals the past week.’
I kissed her as she walked by me into her bedroom. I had noticed when I first came here yesterday that Breton had given her the master bedroom and had taken the two smaller rooms.
I set the small table they had with the food and took some dishes out of the cupboard. ‘Beer or wine?’ I asked Breton.
He sat up. ‘Beer,’ he stretched. ‘It was hard to come by last week.’
‘Middle-East?’ I asked.
He looked up to me, hesitating. He just shrugged, ‘Maybe.’
I got it, what he did was highly classified.
I pulled out a few cans from the fridge as Jessa came out of her bedroom, wearing shorts, a tank top and her hair in a shower turban. ‘I’m starving,’ she walked up to me kissing me again. She had always been very affectionate with me in private, something I was all too happy to reciprocate. All day yesterday, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, be it my hand resting on her arm, kissing her, or sleeping naked with her, holding her in my arms all night.
I wasn’t sure how it would be when Breton returned today, but when she didn’t change her behavior just because he was around, I was happy that I didn't have to show that much restraint. I only had another fifteen hours with her, and I wanted to make the most of them, as I didn’t know when I’d see her again. Every time I asked her about it, she just told me she couldn’t commit to anything until they got all the evidence they needed to nail Matt and his siblings once and for all. That they didn’t want to leave anyth
ing to chance for fear of retaliation at a later date.
Sitting around the table sharing a meal with her and Breton was a simple thing, but it meant so much. It was all these little things that added up to the life I wanted, a simple life surrounded by those I loved. When all the food was gone, Breton helped me clean up and Jessa went into her room to dry her hair.
‘I’m exhausted, I’m going to sleep like the dead, so don't worry about keeping it down on my account,’ Breton told me, indicating he would be too comatose to hear us, just as Jessa walked back into the kitchen.
‘I’m on my period…’
‘Fuck, Jessa, I don't need to know that.’
‘And I don’t need my cousin telling my boyfriend we don’t have to refrain from screaming during sex.’
‘Jessa…’ Breton threw his hands up in the air and turned around in the direction of his rooms, ‘I’m too tired for this shit. I’ll see you in the morning.’ He stalked off to his bedroom and closed the door.
She hugged me from behind, ‘Netflix and chill?’ she asked me.
‘I thought PornHub and chill was more your style,’ I joked with her, teasing her on the confession she made to me last night.
‘I knew I shouldn’t have told you,’ she pulled away from me, but I spun around and grabbed her by the waist before she could step away.
I kissed her lips, then offered, ‘How about just the “chill” part?’
Licking her lips she nodded, ‘I could get behind that.’
‘Naw, cupcake, I’ll be the one behind you.’
When I came out of the master bathroom after brushing my teeth, I was wearing only a pair of boxers, while Jessa had already taken off her clothing, except her panties. She was lying on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed, watching me walk closer, my crotch growing with each step I took.
‘How do you feel about face fucking?’ she asked.
I let out a whistle and rubbed a hand over my crotch. ‘I’d have to say it’s on my bucket list.’
She looked up to me. ‘Really?’ She went to turn over, but I stopped her. ‘You have a sex bucket list too?’ she asked.
I laughed, standing over her, ‘I didn’t until right now.’ I pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them, my fully erect cock standing at attention a few inches from her face.
‘We should make a list.’
‘Not right now,’ I practically growled, groping my heavy cock, in need of release, rubbing it as she reached out to stroke my balls.
She licked her lips, ‘Come closer.’
I dragged my balls over her face before she took them in her mouth, sucking on them, wrapping her hand around my cock, taking over the ministrations as I bent over her, straddling her face.
She played with her tongue on and around me for some time. ‘Cupcake, a man can only take so much teasing,’ I moaned.
‘Are we impatient?’
‘Fucking right I am, I’ve practically been sporting wood since this morning when you let me cum all over them perky tits of yours,’ I huffed out.
I felt her smile against me at my words. It had been a pretty epic blow job. She was on her knees and I stood over her and pulled out of her mouth a second before I shot my load all over her chest.
‘Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to shove my cock down your throat and blow my load into your stomach.’
It surprised me how much she liked my dirty words, and I appreciated that I was able to be so open and honest with what I wanted sexually.
‘I only asked how you felt about face fucking, not if you wanted to do it,’ she teased some more.
‘Jessa,’ I warned, ‘I swear to God….’ she positioned my cock at her lips and guided me in, eliciting another hiss from me. She sucked me but found it hard to get the right angle, to which I adjusted myself to slide to the back of her mouth to her throat.
She laid there, one hand on my balls and the other at the base of my cock as I took over with the movements, pausing every so often to let her catch her breath.
I’d never done this before, but fuck it if wasn’t hot as fuck. ‘Jess….’ I moaned her name, ‘mmm…’
I became incoherent as I rocked in and out of her mouth, resting my head on her stomach, pinching her nipple or biting her thigh when I slowed down. She used her tongue, ‘No, I want this to last, and if you keep doing that I’ll come right now and I don’t want this to end.’
But I only had so much restraint, and after only a few more thrusts, my cock began to pulsate and the warmth of my semen spilled into her mouth.
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I held her tightly in my arms, neither of us able to sleep. I kept roaming my fingers over her body to memorize each curve, as my memories would have to sustain me for the foreseeable future. If she was going through half of the emotions I was, it was too painful to think about being away from her for prolonged periods of time again. These two days just were not enough. I doubted a hundred lifetimes would be enough for me to get my fill of her.
Flying back to Boston tomorrow without her was the very last thing I wanted, but I had contracts to fulfill and I couldn’t sacrifice how far I’d come just –yet. Jessa had to see their plan through, or we would never be able to truly be together.
‘You are my reason to stay, but you are also my reason to be successful. I want to be a man you can be proud to have beside you. Honorable, reliable and upstanding.’
She looked up at me, tears rolling down her cheeks, ‘You always have been those things in my eyes.’
‘Please keep safe Jessa,’ I kissed the top of her head. ‘I just got you back, I can’t even deal with the thought of you getting hurt.’
She nodded, looking up into my eyes, through the faint light of the streetlamps a few stories below and the glow of the city creeping through her windows. ‘Breton told you?’
‘He mentioned that you were the one going to get the information.’
‘Maybe,’ she nodded, resting her head on my chest. ‘The plans aren’t final, and I’m not the one getting it, I may just be the bait.’
‘I hate the sound of that even more, I don’t want anyone looking at you, let alone touching you, or fantasizing about you.’
These past two days cemented that she was still mine and the chemistry we once had, had only intensified with our time apart. I no longer worried about other men, the way she looked at me, responded to me and touched me, told me that no one else would ever hold her attention long enough for a second glance, let alone warrant an advance.
CHAPTER 15
JESSA
The most important thing about me being away was the fact that Matt was in jail. The prosecution had moved quickly, really quickly, which hadn’t been much of a surprise given my father’s connections; personally and professionally. Of course the bastard pleaded not guilty, but the evidence was overwhelming. Apparently, I did a really good job setting him up.
As soon as I had made my exit from Boston, Breton started to monitor his sister, knowing that if she was going to make a move, she likely would after his arrest from sheer panic alone. As Breton had predicted, she left Boston nearly as soon as Matt was arrested. However, as we knew the passports she had, it was simple for Breton to track her to France, where she stayed for a while before returning to Boston to her salon.
Her trip to France proved to be the breakthrough that Breton had been looking for, as it led us to the brother that had been impossible to track until now. Due to her cellphone that Breton was able to track via her Facebook and email applications, it led us right to his house.
We couldn't do too much right away. For one, I had been in Australia. Second, Breton was finishing his degree, then started a new job. And third, we wanted to wait for Matt to be put away for good.
In the meantime, Breton used the spying to further build a case against both the sister and the brother, Christopher, Breton kept tabs on what activities they were doing and following their latest con. It was a building deal in Morocco, which went along with the sa
me con they used with subpar materials.
But now that Matt was sentenced, we had almost all the proof we needed before making our final push to bring down the Taggarts and keep my family safe. In the process, it would ultimately keep others safe by stopping their con and uncovering subpar materials in buildings and roads that could be dangerous.
Breton and his co-workers spent weeks planning our final mission to get the last piece of our puzzle. The nail in the Taggart coffin, if you will.
I was sitting at a bar in a hotel in Morocco, wearing a red wig that went halfway down my back and the same outfit that I wore out with Drew a few months ago—as it was the sexiest thing I owned. I had brown contacts in, my nails done, fake eyelashes, new brows and a really expensive spray tan that hadn’t actually turned me orange. I had some makeup on giving the illusion of cheekbones and a narrow face. While I’d lost a lot of weight in my face, it was still round, but the contouring trick makes it look oval. I’d spent a lot of time watching YouTube videos and trying to get it just right. I even went to the MAC counter at Selfridges for a tutorial a few weeks ago when I couldn't get it how I wanted it. It wasn’t perfect, but it did the trick. Nyall, who suggested it, was impressed, so I took that as a good sign.
Knowing we likely only had one shot at getting this guy, Breton’s entire team had done a lot of research on him. We knew what he liked, so I was made up accordingly. Whenever he cheated on his wife, he went for petite redheads with large tits and a round ass. This was the only reason I hadn’t had my surgery to remove my implants yet. I worked at keeping my ass round purely for Drew’s enjoyment, but was happy it was useful in this situation also.
I was nursing a glass of red wine, with my tablet in front of me, a file of a fake report for a new real estate development project open, and kept checking my phone, making it appear that I was busy. In my ear, I had an earpiece that was discreet but also covered by my long wig.
Nyall was personally helping Breton with this mission, and for that, I would be eternally grateful. He was a badass and one of the best at what he did. They worked at the same company, while Nyall did a lot of front-line security and scary-ass missions for the government that apparently were classified, he was also a computer geek and advised the company from time to time. During his free time, he hacked for sport, which was how he found Breton. After telling his uncle and the owner of the company, they offered Breton a job without even seeing a resume or his qualifications.