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Dallas growled and leaned in to kiss the other man hard. Noah pushed his half-eaten breakfast aside so he could focus on his lover. They devoured each other"s mouths for a few minutes before Noah pulled back, rested his forehead against Dallas"s forehead, and said, “Do not start something we cannot finish because I have to get busy. Tonight.” Dallas sighed and kissed Noah one more time, opening his mouth and running his tongue along Noah"s lips and said, “Tonight,” and got up and put his dish in the sink.

Noah watched the man as he walked across the room, savored the thought of plunging into his ass later on tonight, and smiled. Since he was out driving today, maybe he would stop at their favorite store and get a little dessert for tonight.

Noah and Dallas met in college. They struck up a friendship over an intro to business class and never separated. Their families loved the other and encouraged their romance. Both were bisexual but neither had looked at another woman since they met.

Noah and Dallas both wanted to find a woman to complete their relationship. They wanted kids and a family. Their parents knew they were actively looking and had tried to set them up on blind dates in the past few years but so far, the girls they found were more interested in sex than a relationship. Both of the men were gorgeous, Noah having shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes with an athletic build. He looked more like a football player than a businessman. Dallas on the other hand, took the businessman role, with black hair cut close to his head and green eyes that were intense and seemed to catch every detail. He was taller than Noah topping out at six feet 8 inches and thin, but was no less appealing than Noah.

Dallas had on his black suit and the purple tie Noah bought him last year for his birthday. While Noah wore baggy jeans and a football jersey, they could both be comfortable in either attire but this was the way they were dressed most days. When they walked to the elevator, they had installed when they moved in, Dallas stopped to set the alarm again when he left the loft. Security was important to both of them; they had a state of the art system that only allowed access to the elevator for the two of them.

When they left, there was a backup system to alert both of them if something was wrong in the house when they were gone. They had an incident a few years ago, that scared Dallas enough to make sure that Noah was taken care of.

Noah was too trusting and Dallas knew it, it made him love the man even more, but also fear for his safety more. They both had phones with tracking devices on them so they could find each other if needed. Sometimes he felt more like a parent than a lover, but whatever it took. If anything ever happened to him, Dallas would not be able to survive.

Noah pulled out of the garage and took off for the day. He loved it when he played taxi driver. It entertained him to listen to others as they complained about their lives and offer them advice in the time it took him to get them to their destination.

Noah was on the third fare of the day thinking he was going to stop for lunch when the back door of the cab flung open and tiny, beautiful woman jumped in and dove for the floor. He had to lean over the seat to see what the hell she was doing and find out where she was going because he could not see her.

“Please, just drive. I have 100.00 dollars cash if you leave now and just head north.” She said before he could get a good look at her face.

“Okay, are we playing a game or something?” He teased and pulled away from the curve.

“Please, just drive.” The woman said and Noah heard the fear for the first time and pressed on the gas, squealing the tires. Something was wrong with the woman and for some reason Noah felt he needed to help. Dallas was gonna be pissed, again.

After they had been on the road for about 10 minutes, Noah looked in his review mirror and said quietly, “Is there a reason a big dude and little old man would be following you?

They are behind us waving for me to pull over.”

“Shit, please whatever you do, don"t pull over; I will pay you whatever you want.” She whispered.

“Well, dare I ask why?” He said quietly.

“They will kill me. Please if you want to just pull over at a busy intersection, I will jump out. Just give me a running chance here.” She said crying.

Dallas was gonna be real pissed, because now Noah was going to do exactly what Dallas would hate, he was going to help a stranger. Noah shook his head in disgust and thought, „Fuck" and pushed the fare sign off. He took a deep breath and asked the question he was not sure he wanted the answer to. “Darlin", you need to tell me what I am risking life and limb for.” He drawled, trying to sound in control of the situation.

“Just tell me when to jump,” she squeaked in a very endearing way.

Noah smiled to himself and said, “No jumping from a moving car, girlfriend. Seriously, they are coming around the left side of the taxi, so stay down. You are small enough; it should not be hard to hide.”

Noah turned and smiled out the window at the elderly man who was glaring at him.

Noah frowned when the bigger guy that was driving swung his Crown Victoria toward him. Seriously, this guy was pissing him off. What the hell did they want with the little woman in the back? Noah looked again and thought he saw the gleam of metal in the old man"s hand.

“What the hell? These guys have guns.” He said more to himself than to her, but it caused the woman to scream.

“What? Pull over, I can make a run for it, they can"t catch me in a crowd.” She said popping her head up high enough Noah was worried the other men would see it.

“Down!” He growled to his erection that was growing quickly. First, save the damsel in distress, then you can think about fucking her, he thought. Holy shit, she was beautiful.

She looked like a little pixie with red, curly hair and a heart shaped face with big green eyes. Ohh, we would make cute babies, he thought. WHAT? Where the hell had that come from? Car chasing them, focus Noah.

“Please, I don"t want you to get hurt. I just needed a ride, I need to get out and get away from here. Do you know if there is a flight leaving for Alaska anytime soon? I think I could hide there from them.” She said again with the tears flowing down her cheeks. “I have never done anything but go to work and go home. Now here I am being chased by a crazy mobster, in the cab of a surfer dude, and thinking of moving to the arctic, all for doing my job. I was just trying to get the numbers to add up. Seriously, is that so bad, thinking one plus one should equal two not forty five million? Now what? I get to move to the wetlands of the Arctic, I have never even had an orgasm. Shit, I never will. I am going to die a cold, wet, dead fish with no orgasm, no fun, and no love. That is just pathetic, why couldn"t I just have some hot sex and not care about my job like the rest of the world? Defective, that"s what I am, defective.” She rambled on and on.

Noah"s mouth fell open, listening to the cute, little sprite in his back seat. He was driving seventy-five miles an hour down the road, laughing at the cute redhead with Grumpy and Lumpy following them with guns. How had his day spiraled so completely out of control? Was she really talking about orgasm when he was worried about getting shot?

He looked around trying to figure out where he was going to lose these dip shits. He was traveling north and soon they would hit the mousetrap. It was a strip of highway they referred to in Denver that was a maze of exits and entrances onto the main thoroughfare. He had about ten minutes and he could effectively lose them. What was he going to do with her though? He looked back to the seat in the rearview mirror and smiled again. She was stretched out on the back seat still mumbling to herself again about something to do with sex, which gave him a better view of her body, and oh my God, what a body it was! She was no more than 5 feet tall because she fit in the back seat stretched from one end to the other just fine. She had a thin, narrow waist, curvy hips and the most luscious set of breasts he had ever seen, all in this cute, perfect package; it was like she was made for Dallas and him.

Noah thought for a minute, picked up his cell phone and called in reinforcements. That was the good thing about having an abundance of disposable income at your fingertips; you could make miracles happen in short periods of time. He called the security company they had used for many years and asked for the head of the personal protection detail. It only took moments for the deep voice to come across the line.

“Dude, what are you calling for now? I told you I would be over tomorrow for the game, I am bringing the brew!” Steve said laughing on the phone. “Besides, the Broncos are on a role. They can"t lose, so get to the ATM before you get home.”

“Steve, I got a problem.” Noah said in a strained voice. He looked out the window again and now he knew they had guns because they were pointing them at him. “I got two guys following the cab with guns pointed at me and my passenger. License plate is

„POPS"; I am coming up on the mousetrap, where do I go?” Noah pushed the speakerphone because he knew he was going to need both hands in a few minutes. Steve was barking to someone in the background, trying to find where there were close operatives. Noah and Dallas were his best clients and after what had happened three years ago, they were also friends.

“Ok man, here we go. You will see a black, four door, 4 Runner pull up next to you in the next few minutes. It is Jolly and Mike, let them pull ahead of you and follow them.

There will be another 4 Runner on the other side of the Crown Vic. They will take care of those guys, just follow Jolly, I will call Dal and have him meet you here.” Steve said to Noah.

“Honey, I need you to stop talking for a minute, okay?” Noah said to his passenger.

“Huh, did you say jump in a minute?” She squeaked.

Two things happened at the same time. The men in the Crown Vic lost their patience and the girl sat up. The results were almost catastrophic. The old man fired at Noah and missed, instead firing into the back window. Bailey sat up at the same time; hand on the passenger door ready to jump, when the window exploded into the back seat.

“Fuck!” Steve and Noah yelled at the same time because they both knew what the noise was. Noah swerved and jerked the car away from the Crown Vic who refused to leave them and followed, almost side swiping a few cars in the process.

Noah finally saw Jolly in the rearview mirror and breathed a sigh of relief because he was no longer alone. The 4 Runner pulled in between the taxi and the Crown Vic, putting Jolly next to the old man who screamed when he saw the giant.

Jolly was named after the Jolly Green Giant on the cans of veggies. He was huge and scary and Noah loved him right about now.

Noah finally had a chance to look in the back of the taxi as Steve was screaming in the phone for him to leave Jolly and drive to the security office. All he could see was the little woman covered in blood.

“Steve, have Dallas meet me at the hospital and send Jolly over when he is done. We need protection for a friend and she has been shot.” He said grimly.

“Shit, who was it man?” Steve whispered into the phone. Steve knew all of his friends because Dallas made sure the man, at one time or another, did a background check on anyone Noah came into contact with for more than twenty-four hours.

“Crap, I don"t know. I didn"t ask!” Noah said and looked at the woman again. There was something about her; he knew she was going to be the one. When Dallas saw her, he would think so too.

“Dude, you"re killing me here. Dallas is gonna shit kitties.” Stevie muttered and hung up. Noah was fairly certain they were safe for the time being. He needed to get her to the hospital.

Bailey was floating, what a cool feeling she thought, and refused to open her eyes when she heard the hottie cab driver's voice calling to her. Wait, what was he doing in her dream? She frowned and tried to open her eyes and see why he was still hanging around in her dreams.

“That is it Darlin", let me see those pretty eyes again.” The deep voice teased her.

“Noah, give her time, she just got out of surgery, man.” Another smooth, deep voice Bailey did not know said and she struggled harder to wake up.

“Dallas, she is moving her hands, she is ready, besides you know you want to see her eyes too. I told you, she was made for us.” The first voice said.

She was not made for anyone, but she wished they were talking about her because both of their voices were the things dreams were made of. She could just lay here and listen to the smooth as chocolate voices flow over her.

“Steve said that the Crown Vic got away from Jolly. That is unusual that the big guy would lose someone. The car was registered to a travel agency on the east side of town.

Steve sent someone over there but the offices were closed down. They cannot figure out what is going on. This little lady will hopefully be able to fill in the blanks when she wakes up. By the way, I think we need to talk about what the hell we are doing here, by the way. Steve scared the shit out of me when he called me and told me to meet him here. I thought you were dead and they did not want to tell me on the phone.” The deep voice said.

Bailey was listening to the conversation and she felt a little like a voyeur, but if they wanted privacy, they should have gone somewhere else. Something was bothering her about the conversation, but she was floating, so who cared? It was like listening to a soap opera and waiting for the dramatic conclusion that would leave you guessing.

“Here are her things; by the way I think we need to get a name before the doctors begin to ask for more information than we know. Right now Steve asked for her to be listed as a Jane Doe, explaining to the hospital there was an attempt on her life, but they will want more soon.” She could hear the rustling of papers. “Bailey Stent is her name. She is twenty-four and her birthday is on October 31st. Cool, a Halloween baby. Here is her address, we can send Steve over and get some clothes.” The voice said and Bailey finally moaned because they were talking about her. She could hear something fall to the floor and a hand grab hers.