Another Man's Treasure (14 page)

David: 
Don’t fucking hurt her Hank…I mean it.

Hank: 
Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, you little fuck! She doesn’t               concern you anymore. You sold her to me years ago to keep your habit               flowing.  Just do what the fuck you are told.

David: 
Hank…I want out and I want Miranda to come home…I don’t want               her part of this new venture.

Hank: 
You just keep moving the merchandise, you hear me?                                            Mandy-poo will be just fine.  Or do you want her to find out all the gory details of how your parents really died?

             
David: 
You said she would never know the truth!

Hank: 
Oh, she won’t as long as you keep dealing the east coast for me. She               will never know that her parents died due to a drug deal gone bad. One that               YOU fucked up on. Miranda will never know that you killed her parents, not               some random drunk driver, as long as you do what you’re told.  Got that?

             
David: 
What about the rest? She can never know…she will hate me               forever…. Please keep her away from the streets.

             
Hank: 
Just follow the plan…tell her what I told you…

The call disconnected and the tape automatically clicked off.

Jude and Miranda sat, stunned at what they just heard.  Miranda suddenly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom.  Jude found her leaning over the toilet, sobbing and throwing up. When she finished retching, he took a wet washcloth and wiped oththe coher face and neck gently.  He picked her up and placed her on his lap. Cradling her like a small child, he sat on the bathroom floor and let the love of his life cry her heart out.

Miranda’s mind was spinning in circles. There was just no way she could believe what she heard on that tape.  David practically ‘sold’ her to Hank.  She heard those words…Hank’s voice…talking to David…and David didn’t deny it. His avoidance of the subject was condemning.  The conversation had her reeling. Her parents were killed due to a bad drug deal?  She was going to be sick again. One question bombarded her thoughts more than any other.

“Why, Jude? Why did David do this to me?” cried Miranda, sobbing on Jude’s shoulder.

“I don’t know
, baby. Shhhh…you’re gonna be ok.  We’ll find out. I’ll take care of you,” Jude whispered while rocking her in his lap.   Jude shifted his weight and stood up with Miranda still in his arms and sat her down on her vanity seat.   He began to fill the tub with hot water and added some of her lavender bubble bath.  When the tub was ready, he turned and watched tears run down her cheeks. Damn, that tore his heart apart! 

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you into this relaxing bath,” he said to her gently as he helped Miranda off with her robe.  He guided her into the tub and steadied her until she was seated. 

Jude took off his jeans and kicked them aside. Stepping into the tub behind her, he sat with his legs on either side of her and pulled her against his chest. The water rose enough to barely cover Miranda’s breasts.

Jude wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple.  Miranda sighed heavily and tilted her head back to kiss Jude. He had the softest lips she had ever felt. Their kiss lingered, tender and soft. Jude ran his hand over her breast until he reached her cheek and remained there, caressing her face.  When her lips parted slightly, Jude whispered against them.

“Mandy, I love you so much.  It kills me to see you hurt so badly.  Please, baby, believe me. I will fix this.” 

Miranda looked directly into Jude’s eyes…soft, tender and determined.

“I do believe you, Jude. I love you so much. I have so many emotions running through me right now.  I aothth
Hank?” Breaking down, Miranda started to cry again.

“Ross will be here in a couple of days. We will put the tapes back in the box and enjoy a couple days together. I don’t go back to work until Wednesday. Sit back here and relax against me.”

He leaned Miranda back and massaged her shoulders and neck. Miranda let out a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of his hands. 

Jude ran his hands down the length of her arms and massaged his way back to her shoulders. Miranda reached up and guided his hands down until they cupped her breasts and she let out a gentle moan. Jude leaned in and began to kiss her neck and bite her earlobes as he squeezed her breasts. Miranda’s nipples hardened the instant Jude touched them. She could feel his desire build as his erection pressed into her back. She started to rock her ass against him, teasing his cock. Jude leaned back in the tub, moaning.

“Mmmmm, ride me baby,” Jude groaned.

Miranda, facing away from Jude, straddled his hips and slid down on his hard shaft. She put her hands on his thighs to steady herself, grinding against Jude’s massive hard on. Jude held onto the tub so not to slip under the water as Miranda rotated her hips in circles and slipped him in and out of her aching slit.

“Jude, oh God, Jude…yes,” Miranda moaned. Water was splashing onto the floor as she rode him hard.  Jude reached up and untied her hair, letting it flow over her back, and grabbed a handful of his wild temptress’s red locks.

Miranda was uninhibited and wild. She continued to pound her body against him. The harder she pushed against him, the harder he slammed his cock into her. All
the pent up love and lost time between them was unleashed. The tapes were a distant memory.  There was only Jude and their passion. Miranda started to tremble as the orgasm lurched through her. 

“Yes…oh my God…yessssssssss,” she shrieked.

Jude pulled the plug from the tub and let the water begin to drain. Lifting Miranda off him, he climbed out of the tub. He stepped over to the shower, turned the water on and held out his hand to help Miranda step out of the tub.

He kissed her hard, backing her up into the shower as he closed the glass door. Pushing her against the shower wall, Jude grabbed one of her legs and draped it around his waist.  He needed to gain access to her sweet spot again. Entering her slowly, Jude held her hands over her head and began to thrust into her with urgency, his face only inches from hers.

“Fuck, Miranda. You never cease to amaze me. Let’s have a repeat performance, shall we?” Jude said, hammering his cock into her faster and harder. Miranda smiled an almost evil grin, and her eyes were wide and fierce.

“Gimme all you got Jude…I want every inch of you inside me when you come,” she hissed greedily. Jude teedierhrew his head back, pounding his cock into her, listening to her gasp and moan. The sound of her passion alone was enough to push him over the edge.  Tipping his head back and leaning against her so their foreheads touched, Jude’s words were barely audible.

“Ready, baby?” Jude said, thrusting into her once more, exploding.

“Mirandaaaaa,” he screamed over and over as his orgasm poured into her with each twitch of his cock. Miranda’s body, once again, soared with pleasure and shook violently. Jude sank to the floor of the shower, taking Miranda with him. They sat there for several minutes, letting the water beat down on them.

“Mandy, you exhaust me,” Jude chuckled.

“Complaining?” Miranda teased and started to tickle him.  Fighting off her playfulness, Jude grabbed her hands and held them.

“You don’t fight fair, Miranda,” Jude laughed and quickly kissed her. “Let’s dry off and I am going to take you out to lunch. How about the Irish pub in town?”

“I just had Irish for breakfast.”

Jude gave Miranda a crack on the ass and she yelped.

“Sassy brat
! Get dressed! They make the best Reuben around and the lager is fantastic.”

Jude looked at Miranda and laughed out loud.  There she stood, pouting.  Her bottom lip was stuck out as far as it could go and Miranda stuck her tongue out, mocking him.  Jude raised his eyebrows and tipped his head. 

“Oh, we want to play, do we? Get in that bedroom now, woman!”

Jude lunged at her and Miranda squealed, running to the bedroom. She threw herself on the bed. Jude leapt on top of her and pinned her tightly, with no relief no matter how much Miranda squirmed.

“Miranda, I would do anything to hear that laugh every day. You truly are the only woman for me. Damn, I love you,” Jude proclaimed as he kissed her softly. He let her up off the bed.

“I love you too, Jude. Are you sure I can’t have more sausage for lunch?” Miranda teased, as she looked in her closet for clothes. Jude picked up a pillow and threw it her, hitting her squarely in the head. Miranda laughed and threw it back at him.  Turning back to the closet, she smiled to herself.

His woman…she liked the sound of that.

Lunch at the Irish Pub was fantastic.  The food and drink was everything Jude had promised.  The place was full and the lunch crowd kept the waitresses hopping.  Jude and Miranda were in no hurry, so the delayed seeediewas everytrvice gave them time to talk.

“What do we do next, Jude?” Miranda asked, in a low tone.

“Order dessert?”

“I’m serious, Jude.  What do we do with these damn tapes?  I don’t think I can listen to them.”  Miranda’s voice trailed off and a tear ran down her cheek.

“Mandy, I’m sorry.  I was trying to lighten the mood.  You don’t have to watch or listen to any more of them.  Ross and I can handle it.  If anything of importance comes up that you should know, I will tell you, ok?  Until then, let’s enjoy the day!  What would you like to do?” 

Miranda took a deep breath.  She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She looked at Jude and he could see the twinkle in her eyes.  She reached across the table and stroked Jude’s hand.

“If you lean over here, big boy, I will whisper it in your ear.” 

Miranda licked her lips seductively and never broke eye contact while Jude leaned in close.  She playfully licked his earlobe and blew in his ear.

“Jesus, Miranda…for fuck’s sake, you’re driving me crazy!  Tell me and we will get out of here and I will ravage you, you little brat!”  Miranda giggled coyly and nipped his earlobe.