Bourne to Love Emma (RED-Stone Operatives Book 1) (18 page)

            “How are you already hard again?” I couldn’t help
but ask.

            “It’s all you, babe.  I walked back in here and
took one look at the beautiful ass and all this hair on my pillow and that’s
all it took.”  He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.  “Wanna take a shower?”

            “That sounds promising.  Are you gonna wash my
back if I say yes?”

            “Baby, that’s not all I plan on ‘washing.’”  He
slid away and then his arms were under me, lifting me up off the bed before
carrying me to the bathroom. 

            I laughed.  He can be such a caveman, but I
always felt protected when he was with me.  He stopped and let go of my legs,
standing me up next to the shower so he could reach in and turn it on to get
warm.

            While it was heating up, he turned toward me and cupped
my face in his hands before kissing me softly.

            “I thought I hurt you earlier when you screamed. 
Promise me you’ll tell me if I’m too rough with you.  Sometimes I feel a little
out of control when I’m with you – and I’ve never felt that way before.”

            I leaned up to kiss him gently.  “I’m not worried
about you hurting me, Jason.  Even when you feel out of control, you still
protect me.  I was fine.  Hell, I was a whole lot better than fine because that
was easily the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.  And I’m not just
saying that to make you feel better.”

            Jason nudged his cock into my belly and smiled. 
“I’m going to have to take that as a personal challenge, then.  That was
amazing, but we can do better.”

            I laughed as he pulled me into the shower now
that the water was hot and steam was filling the room.  I leaned under the
water to get my hair wet and grabbed his shampoo.  I was going to smell like a
mountain stream, apparently, but I would be clean. 

            While I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair,
Jason began running his soapy hands down my shoulders and circling my breasts. 
The circles got smaller and smaller until he was rubbing his thumbs over my
hard nipples.  I finished rinsing quickly before I ended up with a face full of
soap since my concentration was definitely not on my hair anymore.

            His hands slid down my ribs and pulled in toward
the center, stroking my belly, sliding a fingertip inside my bellybutton which
made me giggle.  He smiled as his hands traveled to my hips and the outside of
my thighs before sweeping to the inside and rising back up to the center of me.

            He turned my body so my back was against him, one
hand cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, the other sliding through my
folds until he found my clit.  One of his feet tapped the inside of one of
mine, so I widened my stance, giving him more room to play.  His fingers slid
around my clit and down to sink inside me, stroking in and out of me a couple
of times before sliding back up to stir around and around my clit.

            His mouth pressed against the skin behind my ear
and moved down to my neck, the heat from his mouth and tongue adding to the
sensations coursing through my body.  I pushed back against him, feeling his
hardness pressed to my back.  But, when I tried to turn to him wanting more, he
held me still and continued to use his hands and mouth to push me closer and
closer to the edge. 

            I could feel the heat and tension building in my
belly as I got closer to cumming.  I wrapped one around back and around his
neck.  My other hand clung to the wrist between my legs, my nails digging into
his skin as the pressure inside me intensified.  My hips thrust against his
fingers on their own and I moaned with each stroke of his fingers against my
sensitive flesh. 

            “That’s it, baby.  Give it to me.  Let go and
give it all to me.”  He licked the bend of my shoulder where it met my neck and
his fingers plucked at my clit faster and faster.  As I hit the edge and all
the tension coiled too tight inside me, he pinched my nipple hard and bit down
on my shoulder and I screamed as I thrust against his fingers and flew over the
edge into another insane orgasm.

            My knees buckled, but Jason held me up while he
rinsed me off.  He whispered how good I did and how much he loved my body,
loved me.  As he was reaching out to turn off the water, I grabbed his hand. 
Still trembling and weak, I looked him in the eye and pushed just hard enough
to get him to trade me places.

            And then I sank to my knees in front of him and
took him in my hand.  One hand held his base while I cupped his balls with the
other.  I licked the pre-cum off the head of him and moaned at the promise of
pleasure that taste had become. 

            Jason’s hands pushed my wet hair away from my
face before wrapping the strands around his fingers.  We looked into each other’s
eyes and he knows I trust him and I know he won’t break that trust. 

            I stroked my tongue up and down his length before
taking him into my mouth.  I circled the head of him with my tongue before
wrapping my lips around my teeth and sucking him into me.  My tongue swirled
his length as I took him deeper, pulling back and taking him in again and again
until he was slick with my saliva.  My hand pumped the base of his shaft,
twisting as it moved over him. 

            When his hands tightened in my hair, I knew I was
on the right track.  I played with his balls gently but tightened my grip on
his shaft and sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue more. 
After a few seconds, his grip shifted and he started pulling my head while he
thrusted with his hips.  I looked up at him and his eyes were hooded but filled
with heat as he watched himself push into my mouth and pull back out. 

            I tilted my head just a little and looked him in
the eyes, showing him that I was okay with this and he moaned as he pushed
inside more.  I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but he was thrusting
fast enough that it only lasted a split second.  I pushed my tongue forward to
make more room for him and the gagging got easier to control.  A second later,
he tipped my head back a little further and more of him stroked into my
throat.  Another few strokes and my hand was hitting my lips as he stroked
inside.  I let go with my hand, sliding it up to his hip and pulling him
closer.  He paused for a second.

            “You sure?” he growled at me.

            I nodded as best I could with my mouth full.  He
grimaced and tipped my head back another inch and widened his stance so he
could lean over me as far as he could, moving one hand to the shower wall
behind me and the other to the back of my head.

            I looked up at him as he started working in and
out of my mouth in shallow thrusts at first.  I tried to show him with my eyes
how much I want this, how turned on I was watching him and knowing I was
responsible for this.  I slid my hand down his thigh and to my crotch, stroking
myself as he stroked into my mouth.

            “Fuck, Emma,” he gasped.  His thrusts sped up and
he was going deeper each stroke.  I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to gag as
he stroked into my throat over and over again.  Breathe, relax, breathe,
relax…. 

I thrust my fingers into my pussy
over and over and then focused on my clit.  I moaned as I started to cum.  His
hand on my head pulled harder and faster.  He started chanting ‘fuck, fuck,
fuck’ and my nose touched his skin on his last stroke in before he came in my
throat and moaned louder every time I tried to swallow. 

            When he pulled out of my mouth, he stepped toward
the wall and then slid down it, pulling me into his lap, closing his eyes and
panting to catch his breath.  I curled into him, panting myself.

            “Holy fuck, Em.  I think you killed me.”

~Jason~

            I left Emma curled up with an e-book in my room
to come check things in the office.  She reassured me several times that she
was fine after I basically fucked her face in the shower.  I feel pretty guilty
about that.  I shouldn’t have been so rough with her.  But she promised me she
was fine and I really have no choice but to believe that she wouldn’t lie to me
about that.  But I promise myself I’ll be more careful with her.  I will,
dammit.

            Sighing, I sat down at my computer and turned all
the monitors back on so I could see the cameras I’ve been watching the past few
days.  I had to get myself to move Emma to the back of my mind after looking at
the same piece of footage for the third time.  I closed my eyes and forced
myself to compartmentalize.

            It was on the fourth camera I tuned into that I
saw it.  The camera looking north along the street in front of our building
showed a car that looked a lot like the car Dan stole.  I tried to zoom in for
a license place, but this camera couldn’t zoom in that close at night.  It also
couldn’t confirm if someone was sitting in the vehicle.  Fuck.

            I ran back into my room, startling Emma.  I yanked
a black t-shirt over my head and pulled jeans on over my boxers.

            “What’s going on?”  She sat up in bed and started
to get up.

            “I have to go check something.  I need you to
stay here with the door locked and keep Mia safe.”  I pulled my Glock out of
the safe in my closet and handed it to her.

            “It’s loaded with hollow points and there’s one
in the chamber.  All you have to do is take off the safety, aim and fire.  The
bullets shatter on impact, so they won’t go through walls.”

            I practically dragged her to the door. 

            “I’ll be back soon.  Don’t open the door to
anyone but me.  Lock it now, Em.”  I backed up one step, waited to hear the deadbolt
slam home and then took off at a run.  I was barefoot and carrying my 9mm
openly.  If I ran into anyone who wasn’t security or RED-Stone, this might be
hard to explain….

            I circled to the side of the building before
coming out to the street level.  I wanted to come up behind this guy and I didn’t
want him to see me coming.  When I got to the front of the building, I crouched
down and leaned out just enough to see down the street.  I leaned a little
further….

            The car wasn’t there.  I tucked my gun into my
pants and jogged down the street both directions but it wasn’t out there. 
Motherfucking piece of shit.  Fucking stalking Emma in her own fucking
building.  Bullshit.  I will fucking end you, motherfucker.

            I walked into the lobby and Frank took in my bare
feet without batting an eye. 

            “Everything okay, sir?”

            “Not at all, Frank.  But it will be soon.  I’ll
call you in a little bit and read you in.”  He nodded as I hit the button for
my floor in the elevator.

            I forced myself to calm down before I knocked on
the door.  I could see her shadow cross the peephole and I said, “It’s me, Em. 
You can open the door.”

            She was shaking when I opened the door and she
handed me the Glock like it was on fire.  I’m going to have to do something
about that at some point, but now’s not the time.

            I pulled her into a hug, setting the Glock on top
of the bookshelf at the entrance of the living room. 

            “It’s okay, baby.  You’re safe.  I’ve got you.”

            “What happened?”

            “I thought I saw the stolen car on one of the
building’s cameras, but it was gone by the time I got out there, so I can’t be
sure.”

            “But you think it was him.”  She wasn’t asking. 
She knew exactly why I went running out of here like I did.  We needed to end
this – for her, for Mia, for us.                 

            “My gut says it was him, yes.  I need to go look
at the video feed and see if I can actually see him instead of just the car. 
Figure out what he was doing while he was here.”

            “Okay.”

            “You can come with me if you want…” I don’t think
she wanted to ask, but she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let go of me right
now.  And that just pissed me off more.  This will end.  And I will be the one
who ends it.

            “C’mon, babe.  Come sit with me while I figure
out what that fucker was up to tonight.”  I led her to my office and pulled an
extra chair up next to mine.  She curled into herself, wrapping her arms around
her legs and resting her chin on her knees.

            I pulled up the recorded video feed from camera
four earlier today.  Rewinding it twenty minutes, the car was where I saw it
last.  Backing the feed up in ten minutes increments, it disappeared around 8:45pm. 
I let the video play at 200% real time and we saw the car park there at 8:53pm. 
It was too dark for the cameras to see much inside the car, but we could see a
hand move the rearview mirror at one point.  The car sat there until 10:29pm
when it started up and pulled out into traffic.

            “The fuck?  It’s like he’s casing the building.” 
I typed up the times in a message and include the make/model/color of the car
and the plate number and send it to Frank with a short note about what we saw
on the camera feed.

            “I still can’t believe this is happening.  None
of it.  It feels like we’re all stuck in a bad dream and I just need to wake
up.”  Emma’s voice is low and tired.

            “Sorry baby.  This is definitely not a dream. 
But we’re going to fix it so we can all go back to normal sooner rather than
later, okay?” 

            My computer pinged as Frank’s response came
through.

We had a
weird issue down here tonight, too.  Around 10:20pm, a boy – maybe 12 – ran
into the lobby yelling for help for his friend who he said was hit by a car. 
He seemed frantic.  I was about to run out with him when Rio walked in and said
he’d go.  He was only gone a few minutes.  The kid ran off down an alley and
there was no accident scene or another kid around.  Now it seems obvious that
it was a distraction to leave the lobby unguarded. 

                        That
won’t happen again.

Motherfucker.  Fucking Frank knew
better than to fall for that shit.  Damn! 

Okay.  Where did that leave us?  He
knows evening is his best bet.  The front doors are locked even with a guard on
duty after 11pm.   He knows this most likely since he tried to pull the guard
out after 10pm….

I’d put my money on that asshole
trying again tomorrow.  He learned something tonight and he’ll use it to change
his plans.  But he’ll be back.  He’ll be back and I’ll be ready.

~Emma~

            I fell asleep in the chair next to Jason in the
office and woke up when he picked me up and carried me to bed.  He pulled the
covers over me and started to leave, but I caught his hand.

            “Stay.”  I could see him start to argue.  “Just
for a few minutes.  I need to fall asleep in your arms tonight….”

            A sense of déjà vu came over me as he flipped off
the light and stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed with me. 
We’ve been here before.  The night Dan attacked me in the club.  I swallowed
and wonder if Jason is remembering the same thing.

            “I’ve got you, Em.  Try to get some rest.”

            Yeah.  He remembers.  That’s what he said to me
then, too.  He wrapped his arm around me more firmly and spooned me from
behind, surrounding me in his heat and scent.

            “I love you, Jason.”

            He kissed the back of my neck and hugged me
tighter.  “I love you, too, Em.”

            I realized a little while later that he wasn’t in
bed with me.  I knew he was back in front of those computer screens, doing his
best to come up with a plan to end this mess.  I want my life back.  I want OUR
lives back.  And I want a life with Jason that doesn’t involve him having to
always watch our backs….

            I slept fitfully, dreaming, waking up, dreaming
again.

            The sun was just starting to come up when I woke
up and heard Jason’s voice coming from down the hall.  A few seconds later, a
door clicked closed and I realized he was on his phone.

            Today was going to be a big day.  Today is the
day when Tex and Rio and Raven are supposed to be taking down the guy they’ve
been chasing for months now.  And I know it kills Jason that he had to hand
everything over so he could stay here and protect me and Mia.

            After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I
walked into the kitchen and pull the eggs out of the fridge.  While my omelet
was getting started, I hit brew on a fresh pot of coffee.  Jason had already
gone through almost the entire thing.  I knew he didn’t come back to bed last
night, but I was hoping he caught a nap on the couch at least. 

            While I was adding the vegetables to the omelet
and waiting to flip it over to finish cooking, Mia started fussing.  I hate
keeping her waiting, but sometimes I can’t run in there right that second…. 
Jason came out of his office and motioned that he would go get her.  He had his
Bluetooth earpiece on and was talking to someone quietly.

            A few minutes later, I was plating omelets and
pouring coffee when he carried Mia into the kitchen.  He had changed her diaper
but left her in her pajamas.  She was happy this morning.

            I listened as Jason got off the phone.
            “Come by around 7.  I’ve got everything I need here and we can go
over schematics before we leave….  Yeah….  Okay.  Sounds good, Jax.  Thanks,
man.”  He pulled the earpiece from his ear and set it on the counter before he
walked up to me and hugged me tight, kissing me hard.

            “Did you sleep okay?”  He kissed Mia on the head
and sat down next to her.

            “I should ask you that, but I bet I already know
the answer to that question, don’t I?”

            His face was serious when he met my gaze.  “Too
many questions without answers.  I’ve been trained to do my job on no sleep for
nights on end.  Sometimes it actually helps me get my thoughts in order when I
push myself back into that frame of mind.  My body takes a backseat.”

            “Hmm,” was all I said in response.  I reached
over to cut up Mia’s eggs.  “I slept okay.  Weird dreams that woke me up quite
a few times, but I’ve had a lot worse and lived on a lot less.  Mostly thanks
to this little one.”  I tweaked Mia’s nose as she started using both hands to
get the food into her mouth faster.

            “I bet you have.  Being a mom is a hard job, but
you’re really good at it.  She’s lucky to have you as her mom.”

            I could actually feel myself blush, which was
silly.  “Thanks.  She’s worth all the struggles we’ve faced and then some.  I’m
the lucky one.”

            Jason smiled and then turned serious again.  “I’m
going to have to leave for a little while again tonight, unless something
changes.  The only people who know you’re staying with me would never tell
anyone who could leak it to Dan.  You’re safe here – and you’ll be armed.  But
I want you to stay in the guest room with Mia and keep the door locked.  Even
if someone knocks on the apartment door – I have keys.  I’ll text or call you
when I’m heading back so you’ll know it’s me coming in when you hear the door.”

            “Where are you going tonight?”

            “I have a hunch that we might be able to find Dan
tonight.  I asked an old buddy of mine to help me out since two sets of eyes is
always better than one.  Jax is going to meet me here later to go over what we
saw last night and pick where we’re going to wait for him tonight.”

            Suddenly I wasn’t so hungry and I set my fork
down.  “Are you going to be okay with just you and Jax?  Maybe we should wait
until the rest of your team can help?  I don’t want anything to happen to
you….”

            Jason smiled and reached across the table for my
hand, linking our fingers together and stroking his thumb over mine.  “I
promise I’ll be fine.  Jax is really just my safety net.  Kinda like swimming –
always take a buddy, you know?  It’s not that I can’t handle things on my own,
it’s just good practice to have backup.  That’s all.”

            I nodded.  “Okay.  I just want this over and I know
you’re trying to make that happen.”

            “That’s right, baby.  We’re going to finish this
so we can all move on with our lives….  So we can move on with
our
life…together.”  His words were almost hesitant as he searched my eyes to see
if I felt the same way.

            I stood and walked to his side of the table and
slid into his lap.  Wrapping my arms around his neck I whispered, “I love you,
Jason Michael Davies.”  I pressed a soft kiss to his lips.