Bourne to Love Emma (RED-Stone Operatives Book 1) (14 page)

            “Bourne.”

            “It’s Tex.  I’ve got a situation and I need your
help.”

            “I’m pinned down right now dealing with something
else, but tell me what’s going on and I’ll see what I can do.”

            “I don’t need YOU, I need your hacker brain.”

            “Asshole.  Call me back in half an hour when I’m
back in front of my computer and we’ll see how much you need me.”

            When I got off the phone, John and I helped carry
a portable playpen/crib thing and two full bags of stuff for Mia.  Emma had
packed an overnight bag for herself.  Apparently, even if you don’t need much
yourself, a baby is a whole other story. 

            Half an hour later, Emma and Mia were settled in
my living room – it was almost embarrassing how much computer equipment I had
to move so Mia wouldn’t hurt herself (or my stuff.)  Almost as soon as I sat
down in front of my computer, Tex called me back.

            “Bourne.”

            “Okay.  We got Brody talking but he’s giving us
50/50 real and make believe shit.  Crash is working a new theory but I went
back to the original intel and took a look at where we all started.  How smart
do you think that kid really is?”

            “Well.  I would bet he’s smart enough to get his
ass a job at RED-Stone but not smart enough to keep it.  So kind of but …not exceptionally?”

            “Yeah.  Walk through this with me.  When your
average person is trying to get someone’s attention away from something they’re
hiding, what do they do?”  I had no idea why we were speaking in riddles
tonight, but Tex obviously had a point.

            “I don’t know, Tex.  What do they do?”

            “Statistically, more than 85% of the time, a
person of average intelligence will send you the opposite way.”

            “Well, obviously.  That’s the point.”

            “No, you don’t get it.  The OPPOSITE way.  Not
forty-five degrees or ninety degrees away.  The
opposite
way – the full
one hundred eighty degrees.”

            He paused and my brain circled what he was saying. 
I started typing commands into the system before he started talking again.

            “Brody sent you and me on bullshit recon –“.

            “I’m with you.  I’ve got those dates and a map. 
Give me a little bit and let me see what I can come up with.  Send me your
number so I can call you when it comes through.”  I jotted it onto a piece of
paper and tossed my cell phone on the file cabinet. 

            Tex had always impressed me, but I think he’s on
a whole new level right now.  No one had really considered taking the data we
already had and reversing it and converting it in another path to find where we
should have been looking.

            I spent the next few hours running schematics on
buildings and locations where a deal was likely to go down on the opposite side
of town from where Brody sent me or Tex.  Pulling blueprints and looking for
underground locations was trickier since so many cities still had microfilm or
even paper copies of plans, but I found some solid options.  I started building
a grid and identifying probabilities of the location being guarded based on
satellite imagery and outdoor cameras near the locations.

            Around seven, Emma tapped on the door and brought
me a sandwich, chips and a bottle of water from the kitchen.  I minimized some
of my screens with a few key strokes and held my arm out to her.  She handed me
the bottle of water and looked for a place to put my plate. After shoving some
files into a haphazard stack and clearing a spot for it, I pulled her into my
lap and hugged her tight.

            Emma sighed and snuggled into me.  She’d been
through a lot and we still weren’t in the clear with that mess.  She pressed a
kiss to my neck.  I pulled her away just far enough that I could reach her to
kiss her mouth.  Her lips parted and I ran my tongue along her bottom lip before
sliding inside to stroke along the roof of her mouth.  As her hands came up to
cup my face, my phone rang.

            She kissed me once more and slid from my lap. 
“Duty calls…literally.”  She winks at me.  “Eat your dinner.  I have plans for
you later and you’re gonna need your strength.  I’m going to give Mia a quick
bath before she’s ready for bed.”  She left the room with my eyes glued to her
ass and my mouth was probably hanging open.  Sometimes that woman shocked the
hell out of me.

            “Bourne.”

            “Jason, it’s Heather.  I got your number from
John.  I wanted to check in on Em, but I figured you’d be honest about how she
is where she’d just want me to not worry….”

            “She’s doing okay.  She and Mia have just relaxed
and watched television most of the afternoon.  She went through some work
e-mail, but said she couldn’t concentrate on it.  She’s giving Mia a bath so
she can get ready for bed.  Everything’s quiet here.”

            “Okay.  I just can’t believe all this is
happening and I know she was kind of in shock earlier.”

            “I worry about her, too.  How are you doing? 
How’s the wrist?  Are you keeping ice on it?”

            “God, you’re worse than John.  I’m fine.  Yes, I
have been icing it.  Go take care of my girls.”

            “My girls.”

            Heather was silent for a moment but there was a
smile in her voice when she responded.  “
Our
girls.  Thanks for keeping
them safe.  Good night.”

            “Good night.”

            I hung up, grabbed my sandwich and got all my
data together to send to Tex.  By the time my plate was clean and my bottle of
water was empty, I had half a dozen possible locations for his team to check
out.  I flagged one in particular that I just had a gut feeling about.  Any
other day, I’d take point running this mission, but today isn’t any other day. 
Today my only mission is to keep Emma and Mia safe, so I’ll do everything I can
to make it flawless for Tex and then I’ll wish him luck.

            Once everything was encrypted and uploaded to the
RED-Stone server, I called Tex. 

            “Hey.  I’ve got five maybes and one that I just
have a gut feeling about.  I uploaded all of it to the server.  You’re gonna need
three guys to get a good look at some of these places.  A few of the buildings
are too close to active areas, so you’ll need to hit those at night.”

            “Thanks, man.  I trust your gut.  It’s saved my
ass a time or two.  We’ll check that one out first.  Hey – John told me what’s
going on with your girl.  You keep your head in the game on that one and let us
deal with the rest of this shit, okay?  Keep her safe and you can ride shotgun
next time I’m back in town.”

            “What the fuck ever.  Your ass can ride shotgun. 
Shut this shit down, Tex.  We’ve been looking for Patzkowsky too long to fuck
up now.”

            “I’m on it, brother.  I’ll touch base with you
when we know something.”

            “Good luck, Tex.”

            “You, too.  Later.”  And he hung up.

            I shut everything down and cleared off my desk. 
Mentally, I was closing the Patzkowsky case and moving on to focus on Emma.  Keeping
my mind on her is definitely not a hardship.

~Emma~

I looked up to see Jason standing in
the entrance to the living room where Mia and I are curled up on the couch.

            “Sorry I’ve been stuck in the office all afternoon. 
Thanks for feeding me.  You girls doing okay?”           

“Mia’s half asleep already.  I’m
about to put her down.”

            I carried Mia to his guest room and laid her in
her pack ‘n’ play.  I can’t believe she’s almost two.  I rubbed her back and
softly sang Silent Night as I watch her eyes grow heavy.  Last winter when she
was sick I sang that song to her a few times.  After that, it was the one she
wanted all the time. 

            I smiled when her eyes closed and she sighed. 
When I turned around, Jason was leaning in the doorway watching me with a soft
look in his eyes.  I walked into the hallway and he pulled the door most of the
way closed.  Then he slid his arms around me and leaned against the wall
between his room and the bathroom.  I ran my hands up his chest and leaned into
him, reaching up.  He knew what I wanted and pulled me closer to kiss me.

            Our lips pressed lightly before his tongue sought
out mine.  Slowly, the heat began building between us.  He nipped at my lip.  I
sucked his tongue into my mouth.  His hands slid down to my bottom, grabbing at
my flesh through my pajama pants.  I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling
his hardness against my belly.  I leaned back and ran my hand up and down the
front of his jeans, feeling the length and breadth of him, the heat of him.

            His eyes are closed and his head is tipped back
against the wall as he gives me free reign over his body.  I unbuttoned the top
of his jeans and then looked sideways at the other door.  Nope.  Not in the
hallway.  She’s basically in a crib and definitely wouldn’t understand sex at
all, but…just no.  We weren’t going to start this here.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him
down the hall the few steps to his room.  Once we were inside, I smirked and
planted my hands on his chest pushing him onto the bed.  I knew he fell back
onto the bed because he wanted to, but it does something for me that he’s
willing to let me take charge like this. 

Now I finished unzipping his jeans
and shimmy them down so I can reach all of him.  His cock was straining against
his boxers.  I pulled the elastic up and over his erection, freeing him.  He is
… large.  Maybe 8 inches long, thicker than most and curving up toward his
belly.  A drop of pearly pre-cum was sitting on the dark ruddy head and I couldn’t
help but lean down and lick it off.  His tortured groan made me smile just a
little as I moved forward and swipe my tongue down the underside of his cock
and back up again, tracing the veins to his cap and swirling my tongue over him,
sucking lightly on his head.

Jason jerked up off the bed and
kissed me hard on the mouth.  I was about to complain about being stopped
before I was ready when he whipped my shirt over my head and immediately
unfastened my bra.  One-handed, of course, because – it’s a guy thing.

“Pants.  Off.”  His voice was barely
a growl at this point as he leaned over and unlaced his boots before taking
them and his socks off.  When he stood to pull his pants and boxers the rest of
the way down his legs, my mind kicked back into gear and I hurriedly stripped
mine off, too. 

This was really going to happen!  My
inner naughty girl did a happy dance and then all my attention is back on Jason.

He got back on the bed and pulled me
to him. 

“But I wasn’t done!” I started to
whine.

“Honey, you are welcome to continue. 
I just need to be able to return the favor.”

I didn’t fully understand what he
meant until he lifted me to straddle his chest, facing his feet and then pulled
my hips over his face.  I immediately tried to move away from the most
embarrassing position I’ve ever found myself in, but his strong arms were
wrapped around my thighs holding me in place. 

When his breath hit my most sensitive
skin, I froze in place.  The tip of his tongue slowly traced from the top of my
slit to my entrance before swirling and returning the way it came.  A light
circle around my clit made me shiver and whimper just a little.  His hips
jerked and brought my focus back to his cock, standing proudly right in front
of me.  I leaned forward, wrapped my hand around it and pumped the length of
him a few times. 

When I took him in my mouth, he
groaned, the vibration sending sparkles of electricity up my spine and I
pressed my hips down on his mouth.  Time slowed to a stop as we pleasured each
other with our mouths and hands.  I cupped his sac and took as much of him as I
could into my mouth and throat.  He pumped his fingers into my pussy and licked
and sucked my clit. 

In no time, I pulled back off his
cock, slammed my hips down, grinding on his face and screamed as I came.  My
body twitched and jerked as he continued to lick me through my orgasm until it
became too much and I pulled away.  I lay sprawled on top of him panting as he
stroked my back and bottom, giving me time to come back down.

After a moment, I crawled down the
bed, kneeled between his legs and took him in my mouth.  I licked and sucked
and pumped his cock with my mouth and hands.  His hands reached down and
wrapped in my hair.  I tensed for a moment, worried he would use his hold on me
to force more of himself into my mouth, but he didn’t.  He just held my hair
away from my face so he could see me as I took his cock into my mouth, pumping
up and down.

His fingers tightened in my hair and
he growled out, “I’m gonna cum.”  He pulled at my hair – I guess expecting me
to move – but I wasn’t going anywhere.  A few seconds later, he coated my mouth
and throat and I swallowed and swallowed as I took every last drop from his
body.  When he finally let go of me and flopped to the bed, I slowly released
him before kissing the head of him softly and crawling up his body to rest
against his chest.

His heart was racing a million miles
an hour under my ear.  He wrapped his arm around my back and rested his hand on
my hip, stroking the skin softly with his fingertips.  When his heartrate
slowed down, he lifted his head and leaned toward me, kissing me softly.

I kiss him again when he starts to
pull back.

“I love you, Jason.”

He went completely still for just a
second and part of me immediately began to panic when I think of what just
popped out of my mouth.  Then he squeezed me tightly to him, burying his face
in my neck and whispered, “I love you, too, Em.”

We lie there for a few minutes, me
snuggled against his side, before he rolled me to my back and covered me with
his body.  He’s hard again and his length is resting against my mound.  He
rolled his hips against me and the pressure is exquisite.  He pressed kisses to
my eyes, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my chin.  When he kissed my mouth, it
was a short sweep of his tongue against mine and then he moved down. 

His mouth slid over my collar bone
then down my sternum before circling my breast.  His jaw was shadowed in
stubble that rasped across my soft skin and my nipple grew even harder as I
watched him come closer and closer without touching it.  His hand circled my
other breast and mimicked what he was doing with his mouth.  The smallest touch
of his tongue to the tip of my nipple sent heat spiraling to my core and I felt
myself get wet. 

He took my nipple into his mouth,
searing my skin with the heat of his mouth, and he circled it with his tongue before
sucking hard.  His hand pinched my other nipple and I jerked my hips against
his, rubbing his cock against my clit.  I moan and move my hips again and
again, while he licks and sucks my breasts.  I’m so close to cumming.  So
close….

He pushed up and kneeled in front of
me with a question in his eyes.

“I have a request.”

“Um.  Okay.  Can it wait?  Kinda busy
here…”  I raised an eyebrow at him.  Because, seriously.

“I want to watch you make yourself
come.”

“What?”  I think only half of my
brain was actually functioning right now, so I was definitely going to need a
second pass over that one.

“I’ve listened to you cum through
that wall and always imagined what you’d look like.  I’ve cum with you hearing
you make yourself cum.  I want to know what it really looks like.  I want to
see how you touch yourself and what makes you feel good….  I want to see you
use that hot pink vibrator that brought me to your door in the first place.”

The cockiest grin crossed his lips. 
He was so sexy sitting there on my bed and talking about listening to me cum. 

“Why would you want to watch when you
can play and we can both enjoy ourselves?  And why would I want my vibrator
when it’s got nothing on you.”  I gestured at his cock, standing at attention,
the head of him leaking pre-cum. 

“Please.”  That was all he said.  His
face showed that he sincerely wanted this – whether I understood his reasons or
not.

I sighed.  “You’ll have to go get it
from next door.  I didn’t plan on needing it, so I didn’t bring it with me.”  I
stuck my tongue out at him. 

He jerked his pants on – commando –
and snatched my keys off his kitchen counter.  I could hear him in my room
through the wall.  I still couldn’t believe how thin these walls actually were. 
Imagine if it had been someone else sharing that wall with me!  How
embarrassing! 

I heard him lock the front door back
up and drop my keys on the counter.  He walked back into the bedroom, jeans
slung low on his hips – partially zipped but not buttoned.  He was barefoot and
bare chested and carrying my vibrator.  It was easily one of the funniest yet
sexiest things I have ever seen. 

He walked to the bed and handed it to
me.  Heather likes to call them ‘pussy pals.’  I just call it my vibrator. 
What I do with it isn’t exactly ‘cute’ so I kind of refuse to call it something
that is.

I held it in front of me and said,
“Last chance.  Are you sure you want to do this now?”

He smiled and pulled a folding chair
out of his closet and moved it to the foot of the bed.  He threw his jeans back
in the corner and sat down, his cock hard and waiting.  Dear lord, he’s created
his own version of ring-side seats.  I had never in my life done something like
this.  Having text sex or whatever we did the other night was the most kinky
thing I’ve done – outside of buying a pink vibrator.  Letting him watch me?  I
don’t know if this is going to work the way he thinks it will.

“Just do what you did the other
night.  No pressure.”

“Right.  No pressure.”  I rolled my
eyes at him, trying to shake some of this nervous tension.

I lie back down on the bed and adjusted
the pillows so I’m propped up a little.  I closed my eyes for a minute to try
to get in the right headspace.  Suddenly, the bed moved next to me and I opened
my eyes to see Jason leaning over me.  He licked into my mouth and owned me. 
His hand stroked down my chest and cupped my breast, rubbing a callused
fingertip over my beaded nipple.  I went from zero to 90 in a moment and my
heartbeat was throbbing between my thighs.  Then he pulled away and winked at
me before walking back to the chair.

Holy shit.  Staring into his eyes, I
slid my hands up my belly to my chest and covered my breasts for a moment
before I teased my nipples, tugging and pinching.  I watched his pupils dilate
and saw him slowly start to stroke his cock.  I reached down and picked up the vibrator
and clicked it on.  Looking Jason dead in the eye, I brought it to my mouth and
licked it like I licked his cock earlier tonight, circling the tip and then
sliding it into my mouth to get it wet.  When I pulled it out, I slid it down
my chest and belly until the head of it lodged against my clit and I started to
move my hips.  I moaned.

I swirled the tip of it around my
clit a few more times and then slid it down to my entrance, getting it wet and
ready.  I used both hands to push it into my pussy, slowly sinking it all the
way inside.  That moment – the fullness – is always perfect.  I moaned in
appreciation of it and allowed myself a moment to pause and experience it.

Then I glided the fingers of one hand
through my slick flesh to my clit and started to build my rhythm.  Pumping the
vibrator in and out of myself with one hand and circling and stroking my clit
with the other.  My back arched as I began the climb to reach my orgasm. 

Knowing he was watching me made every
touch, every stroke so much hotter.  Watching him stroke himself wasn’t
something I would have thought would turn me on, but it does.  My legs fell
open further as I got closer to the finish and I couldn’t keep my eyes open
anymore.

Suddenly, Jason yanked my hand away
from my body, pulling the vibrator out of me as he jerked me down the bed, off
the pillows and climbed on top of me.  He already had a condom covering his
cock and he was glistening with sweat. 
            “With me.  I want you to cum with me,” he gasped as he lined
himself up with the entrance to my pussy, lifting my hips with his hands under
my bottom.

One hard thrust and he was almost
completely buried in me.  I cried out at the invasion of him.  He was larger than
my body was prepared to take.  He moved his hands to lean over me, taking his
weight on his arms.  They trembled as he strained not to move, letting me
adjust.  The burn subsided after a moment and I nodded at his questioning – and
desperate – gaze, gasping for air.  He moved.  Each thrust into me brought a
moan from the depths of my belly.  Each stroke out brought a sense of loss.  It
was almost too much, but it was also too slow.  I needed more.  I NEEDED more.