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  I stared deep into his eyes, and seemed to snap.  I took a look around, and then started unbuckling his jeans.  He looked at me, seeming to dare me.   I lowered his zipper then took his cock out of his pants and circled him with the palm of my hand.  I ran my thumb over the head, swirling the drop of pre come that had leaked out.  I ran my palm up and down the length of him twice, and then looked up into his eyes.

  He didn’t think I would do it, and I had surprised him.  I smiled and dropped to my knees.  I would really surprise him now.  I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue a few times.  Then I went to town, feasted on him like someone who hadn’t eaten in weeks.  I took him to the back of my throat, again and again, making humming sounds like I had read to do in Cosmopolitan.  I gently cupped his balls in the palm of my hand and squeezed lightly. 

 A moan sounded above me, and then I felt his hands take a grip on my braid, and heard him say, “If you don’t want me coming in your mouth, you better pull back now.” 

  I wanted it, so I stayed put, taking him down deep, so he was touching the back of my throat.  I swallowed working my throat muscles against him and he erupted.  He shot hot ropey spurts of come down my throat, and I groaned, vibrating my throat and his cock as well.  He growled and pulled a little harder on my braid before releasing me, and placing his elbows on the wall behind me, hanging his head.  He seemed to be stuck, so I gently put him back into his pants, zipped carefully so not to catch anything important in his zipper, buttoned his pants, and then stood up.  His head was still hanging, so when I stood it made it to where our faces were even.  I kissed the corner of his mouth, then ducked under his arms, and headed back to the front door.  I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw him still in the same position. 

 Ember was waiting at the door, looking around curiously. I grabbed her hand as we passed and walked to the parking lot. Once at the truck, I unlocked my door and leaned over to unlock Ember’s.  We both slammed and locked our doors, knowing that it would be stupid to invite trouble.  I hit the lights, started the truck and glanced one more time at the door to see Sam standing in the doorway just watching.  I gave a small wave, and headed home.   

  Parking in the drive, I headed to the front door and unlocked it. I let Ember and myself in and shut and locked the door. Ember shuffled to the couch and collapsed. She crashed on our couch instead of driving home a lot. There was even a blanket and pillow in the oak chest that served as out coffee table. Since this was normal for her; I let her do her thing as I walked to my bedroom. 

Closing the door softly behind me I stripped out of my clothes and underwear, and threw on my cotton panties and t-shirt that I found folded nicely in my dresser drawer. Thank you best friend! 

  I heard scratching at my door so I opened it quietly to let Chewy in then closed it quietly behind him again. I walked to my bed as I heard Chewy collapse in the dirty pile of clothes on the floor that Ember didn't get a chance to pick up yet. Situating my pillows, I slid under the covers, placed the pillows exactly how I liked then, grabbed Mr. Bear and closed my eyes. The second my eyes closed I saw those freaking eyes again. God, what the hell is it with those eyes? The eyes come in at a close second as his favorite body parts. My first favorite is of course his smaller Sam that I felt thick and hard poking into my ass when he held my body to his in the bar parking lot. I drifted off thinking about him. 

“Where’d you go off to?” Max asked. 

  “Bathroom.  Ready to go?” I said to him, shrugging on my jacket, and dropping some money on the table to cover the tab. 

  “Did I see Cheyenne coming from the same direction you just came from?”  Max asked warily.  “You know that she is James’ little sister right?” he said following in my wake. 

  I stopped right outside the bar door and watched Cheyenne leave with her friend.  She had definitely surprised me tonight, but it was a good surprise.  Apparently she wasn’t as immune to me as she came off as being. 

∞ 

Later that night

11:40 p.m.

The ringing of my phone stopped me when I headed into the bathroom for a shower.  I turned around and picked it up from the nightstand. 

  “Hello?” I answered. 

  “T-this i-is C-Corrine Calloway.  I-I n-need some h-help.” A watery voice said to me. 

  Fuck.  I listened while the girl went on about an abusive husband, and that she was just beaten so bad that the paramedics refused to let her stay with her husband.  They had taken her to a hospital, and one of the bruises there had a name of a man who would help her if she wanted to get out.  That was where I came into the picture.  She was about four hours away, and needed help before her husband made bail. 

  Since I hadn’t fully undressed, I decided to go ahead and take care of her myself.  It was going to be a long rest of the week.    

Chapter 5

  My alarm buzzed at 6:45 in the morning waking me up. It had been a week and three days since I had last seen Sam. Each time I did a part run I would hope that it was an order for Free. But no such luck. I would think about him constantly throughout my day. What he was doing.  How he smelled. What his tattoos meant. Then I would berate myself. Why on earth was he so important? He didn't even do anything special. He was just an acquaintance, nothing more.  I wasn’t even sure if he’d been serious when he told me to call, if he had wanted me so bad, why didn’t he just call me, or make the first move? I mean what more did it take to show him I was interested?  I gave him a blow job for Christ’s sake!

  Breaking away from thoughts that would get me no where I went to the bathroom and did my business. This consisted of peeing, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and pulling my hair up into a high pony tail.

  Then, I headed to my dresser and grabbed the only pair of jeans that were left in the dresser.  Apparently I needed to add doing laundry to my list of things to accomplish tonight when I got home. I lay down on the bed and shimmied and shook into a pair of silver jeans that were so tight I could barely breathe let alone bend over.  Damn I needed to workout. Mentally I scratched that to my list today too. I pulled on my Nappa t-shirt and added a rhinestone belt and my tennis shoes and walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen.  

  Today was no different from any other day. Mom had Janie up and eating scrambled eggs in her high chair.  

  As soon as she saw me appear she gave me her itinerary for the next month. 

  "I start the new contract with the medical center in Lexington, Kentucky tomorrow. I am hopping a red eye tonight, and should be there in time to do the orientation by eight a.m.   This contract is only for a month, because the nurses are on strike. They think a deal will be struck possibly sooner than that, but want to cover their bases, so they signed 12 nurses to 1 month contracts. "

  I glanced at her as I got my chocolate pop-tart out of the pantry saying, "Sounds good. I’ll have the home fort covered. Don't worry about Janie and me. We will have loads of fun. Won't we Janie? 

  "Juice, juice, juice, peeze." She squealed.  

  Ahhhhh, to have the attention of a two year old. I grabbed her cup from under the table and filled it up with some V8 Splash from the refrigerator and handed it to her. She took the cup greedily and downed its contents in 4 seconds. Jesus.

She was just like James. If he had a glass in front of him that was full, it wouldn't be for long, and now he has taught those bad habits to Janie.  I could sip on a drink for hours; it was amazing how different we were.  

  I ate my pop tart and watched Janie eat while mom went to her room to pack.

   I thought about what I had to do today and was instantly tired. I had to be at school by 9. Classes let out at 1:30 and work started at two. Then I would work until 5:45 and go pick Janie up from daycare by six. Somehow I wanted to fit a workout in and doing the laundry. Also, if I was being truthful I really needed to find some time to clean up some around the house as well. Yes, today would be a full day. I was not looking forward to it.   

  When I got out to my truck I had that creepy feeling you get when you feel like someone is watching you. All of the hairs on the back of my neck were on end and I started looking around to see if I saw anyone.  Yes, I knew this is what all the dumb girls in the scary movies did instead of the smart thing, which would be to get in the truck and lock it and drive away. But of course I didn't do that, and just looked around like the dork I was. Not seeing anyone,

I climbed into the truck and drove off to school. I kept a steady eye in the rear view mirror but didn't see anyone, so I chalked it up to my over active imagination.  

  Arriving at school, I went about my day never once thinking about being watched. What I did think about though was those stupid copper eyes, with that stupid black hair.  

  School went as suspected, lots and lots of memorization was in my future because I had a midterm in two of my four classes next week.  Sighing I headed to my truck and got in. Hearing paper crinkly under my butt, I lifted up and pulled a white paper free. It was folded into fourths on white regular computer paper. Carefully opening it, I read and re read it not comprehending what I was seeing. What the hell. What did this even mean?

  The paper only said a few words, “Tell the sniper he has a pretty baby."

  What in the holy hell was this supposed to mean. And why was it on the seat of my locked truck?

  Thinking that sitting in an empty parking lot all by myself wasn't the best of ideas, I headed to work.  

  All the way to work I wondered what the note meant, but brainstorming was racking up a big zero in my head.  I would ask James next time he called. Pushing this out of my mind I pulled into my normal parking spot and walked inside.

  After clocking in, I walked to the counter to see if any parts needed delivered.  Caleb, who was working the counter today handed me a slip and went back to his phone call. I glanced down and my heartbeat sped a little. Score one for me! Parts to be delivered at Free! 

  I went out to the shop and had to have one of the hands to put the part in my truck since it was so heavy.  

  I drove to free in record time and parked my little truck as close to the bay doors as I could get. This part was seriously heavy and there was no point in carrying it any further than what was really necessary. Getting out of the truck, I looked around for someone (ok it was really me looking for Sam, but whatever) but didn't spot anyone.    

  "Hello?" I called out.  

  "Be right there, Chey." Max answered and so I waited.  

  Max came out of the very back a short time later and gave me a wide smile. He was too cute, a male version of Ember for sure. Both of them had carmel brown hair. Both of them were tall with long legs.  Ember was the perfect build with nice sized boobs and lots of gorgeous curves that she knew how to work.  Max was buff. There was no other word for it.  He didn't have a soft spot on his body.

His muscles were almost obnoxious there were so many of them. He had short hair that was cut close to his scalp. A nose that was a little crooked and a wide smiling mouth.  He came up to me and gave me a bear hug then placed me back on my feet.  

  "How ya doin' Chey?" 

  "I'm doing ok. Mom's leaving for a month long contract tonight. So ask me again in a couple days. Janie is an energy drainer; you might need to come check on me to make sure she hasn't sucked all the life out of me."   

  "Oh, she's not that bad! Call me if you need a break, I'll help any time you need it." 

  I smiled huge and said, "You better bet your ass I’ll take you up on that." 

  He laughed and rounded the end of the truck to grab the humongous part out of the bed of the truck. He lifted it with an easy flick of his wrist and placed it next to the bike that was being worked on in the first stall of the garage.  

  I waved goodbye then got into the truck. I was about to start it when I remembered the note. I got out again and walked back over to him and opened my mouth to say something and promptly shut it.  I wasn't sure if it was even anything, but the note did get into my truck even when it was locked so I decided to ask anyway. Max looked at me expectantly. 

  "I got a note today. It was placed on the seat of my truck. The note itself was kind of weird, but nothing was written on it that was alarming. I just wanted to see if you had any ideas what it meant.” I explained.

 He looked at me expectantly and raised his eyebrow as if to say, "And?" 

  I huffed out a breath and told him what the note said.

  Immediately after he heard the word sniper he stiffened. His body was vibrating with tension by the end of the short description of what the note said.

  He looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with someone, and I slowly turned around to find myself face to chest with Sam. My hands instantly turned clammy and I closed them in an effort not to reach out and touch him.  

  "Where were you when you got this note?" His deep gravelly voice asked.  

  "I was at school. Why?"

  "Have you talked to James lately?"

  "No, not for over a week. Again, why?" I answered huffily. I started getting annoyed with the questions and no answers. Honestly I was getting a little scared too.  

Why was he asking about James? 

  "Do you have this note with you?" 

  "Yes it's in my purse. Hold on." I said as I bent into the open truck window and retrieved the note from my bag. Handing it to him, he flipped it open and read it, his eyes flickering over the page then coming back to rest on me.  

  "James is a sniper, Cheyenne.  Has been since he joined the army. He was the sniper for our unit, and hasn't relinquished that position, even after I left.” He finally answered.  

  I looked over my shoulder at max and he nodded confirming Sam's answer as correct.  It’s not that I don’t trust Sam’s answer, it was just that I wasn’t sure what to make of this.