Cajun Protection (9 page)

I would normally shave my legs, but Shaylene
had other ideas when we did makeovers. Such as waxing. Damn that
shit hurt like a bitch. But I have to admit I love the finished
product. I never thought that being smooth and bare everywhere
would feel so sexy, and naughty. But Shay said everyone does it, I
know, I know. I can just hear all those moms out there remembering
the same old saying, “If they jump off a bridge would you jump
too?” But the truth was growing up how I did, yeah I would. But
now, I’m starting to stand on my own two feet. It’s Shay, or maybe
it is the two hot men in the other room that makes me feel as if
I’m going to be okay. It’s amazing how in less than forty-eight
hours my world was a mess and now I am taking it back. Maybe it is
just the shots, or the wine talking. Either way, I really don’t
give a shit anymore.

However, this sets me off into a fit of
giggles. Whatever the reason, I feel better. This is a brand new
start for me. I have a new job—well I think I do, for now at least.
I have a new look that for once in my life I feel sexy and flirty,
and now my new toy.

Grabbing my Kindle, I turn it on and find a
sexy book written by a new author from my favorite publishing
house. DeCota A. Jayme’s books are amazing, well the first few
pages are. The water starts to turn cold, but sadly, my libido is
burning. Getting out of the bath I dry then pull on one of my new
nightgowns. It isn’t anything super cute, but a simple cotton
dress. I love it, but Shay said it would never get me laid. Ha,
like that was going to happen anytime.

I climb into bed and can still smell Wolf’s
soap on the sheets. I should have asked for clean ones, but
something about his smell, as well as Hawk’s, makes me feel safe.
Closing my eyes, I do my best to try to slow my breathing down to
sleep, but it doesn’t do anything. Errr
, this totally sucks
.
I hadn’t had sex in, God, what, like three years now. It had been a
while before I met Andrew, and even then, I never felt the zing or
even a fizzle in my girly bits. Nothing. It was as if my pussy had
frost bite and hid. Next time I will listen to my body.

However, right now it’s screaming at me to
ease the ache between my legs. So I get out of bed and slowly make
my way to the door. Opening it carefully, I look and see Wolf
sleeping on the couch and no Hawk. The apartment is all quiet, so
as long as I am quiet, I am gonna play. I find the bag that I hid
in my bag Hawk brought and pull out the large vibrator. It’s
purple, and a lot larger than I would normally buy. I originally
wanted to get the small little bullet, but Shay said a real man is
bigger than a clit stimulator. So I ended up picking one that
looked like a cactus. It has a big vibrator in the middle with a
small anal stimulator and a clit stimulator as well. I wasn’t sure
about the whole anal things, but according to Shay and everyone in
the shop who had to give their opinion said there is nothing like
it. So why not throw caution to the wind, or the batteries in the
vibrator anyway.

Climbing under the covers, I close my eyes
and let my imagination run wild. It doesn’t take much and I click
on my new toy, which has yet to find a name. It doesn’t take long
for me to start to imagine everything.

“
What do you want, chéri’?” His husky
voice is right at the base of my neck as he kisses his way down.
Wolf’s lips are soft yet firm as he latches onto one of my breasts.
The sweet smell of Hawk hits me as he nips at my ear.

“
Come on, doll, tell us what you want. Do
you want us to do this?” And unexpectedly a finger starts to rub my
clit making me shoot of the bed. But Wolf and Hawk hold me down.
Wolf is feasting on my breasts, one after the other, drawing out
long loud moans. Hawk moves yet again, but not his fingers, no, his
mouth. Suddenly I am spread wide open and I watch, helplessly, as
he lowers his head, not taking his eyes off me as he licks my clit
slowly. The feeling is exquisite. But the more he does it, licking,
sucking, nibbling on my pussy, I struggle to move to watch them,
but I surrender to their wicked ways.

Over and over the double stimulation is
almost overwhelming. But Hawk suddenly adds a finger and pushes it
in and out of me in a slow leisured movement. I go to cry out, but
Wolf seals his lips over mine, silencing me once again. It doesn’t
take much and I cry out my release. But as I look at both of them,
slowly stripping out of their clothes, I hear my name being
called.

“
Zoey?” shit someone is calling my
name.

Shit, I snap my eyes open and hear someone
knocking on my door.

“Umm yeah,” I quickly remove my new friend
and hide it, pulling the covers up and over me.

“You okay?” Wolf’s voice sounded behind the
door.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I heard you cry out, you sure you’re
okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I umm, stubbed my toe going to
the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay, well let me know if you need
anything.” I hear Wolf walk away from the door, and I growl in
frustration. Shit, it wasn’t nearly as long of a dream as I wanted
to have, but hell if this little toy wasn’t the best thing every. I
think Frenchie and I will be good friends. I giggle one last
time as I put him away and fall into a deep sleep.

The night I caught Zoey playing with herself
had been hell, and that was three nights ago. I could partially
taste Zoey’s arousal and then, her crying out as she came. I knew
what she was doing, I’m not stupid. But hell, my cock was so damn
hard I practically had to throw ice down my drawers. It’s been
three days since then, and we had some luck with Eddy. He said that
someone was boasting and bragging about burning down Zoey’s house
and that Andrew was a fool for wanting to be with her. No clue on
where he is hiding or who he is hanging out with, but it will all
come to light soon.

As for Zoey, well she has been amazing in the
office. For the first time in a long time, Hawk and I have fresh
coffee that isn’t crunchy, or that we have to buy. Her new system
with entering everyone into the computer when they come in has
saved on paperwork. Although we are on the hunt for Andrew, we
still have a few other cases to deal with. Such as today, we need
to go grab someone who likes to hit his wife. It’s an easy show up
and take him into custody. Guys like this make me mad, but then
again anyone who wants to hurt women and children did the same
thing. It came from when my Aunt Clara was dating a man after my
uncle died. Shaylene would always beg to come over and spend the
night. It wasn’t until we wanted to go swimming, and she didn’t
that we knew something was up. My mom, didn’t say anything other
she just didn’t want to. But I found her crying on my dad’s boat.
Hawk walked right over to her, and lifted the back of her shirt and
small welt marks covered her back. It seemed her mother new
boyfriend didn’t like her around so much, and when mom would leave
he would hit her. At sixteen, both Hawk and I were pretty tall, and
from fishing, stronger than most, so we planned to kill him, well
after we told my dad. As soon as we got to my Aunt Clara’s house,
we found him, drunk on the couch. Hawk didn’t think, but went and
punch him in his junk, then I started. It took my dad, and a few of
the neighbors to pull us off. He was a mess when the cops came, but
in the end he went to jail. And Aunt Clara and Shaylene were safe
again.

Then everything with Iraq and using children
and woman as bombs or shields. I just didn’t understand how a true
man would cower behind a woman, or child, then hit or beat them.
They both were meant to be protected.

“You stay here,
chéri
, we will be back
soon.” She nods, but doesn’t look up from her desk as she types
something out.

“Be good, and Shay is only a call away, as
are we. Keep the door lock.” Again, she nods. Not what I want.
Walking over to her, I wait until she looks up at me, almost
startled.

“I’m good. I know, lock the door, keep the
curtains closed, let the phone go to voicemail, and I can work on
typing things out. We have been through this several times. I know
how to be careful, guys. Now go work, so I can too.” She’s getting
more confidence since she came to stay with us too. I like it.

“Good girl.” Except she rolls her eyes at me.
“Oh,
chéri
, one thing you should know, I don’t like eye
rolling, it’s disrespectful.” Her eyes widened. “Do it again and I
will tan your ass, ya’ hear?” She nods again.

“Say it, Zoey, I want to hear you say you
understand.” Her short breathy yes comes out as almost a plea.
“That’s my good girl.” But being so close to her I can smell her
sweet strawberry soap, and it makes my mouth water, or it could be
today she has some type of shiny lip gloss on that makes her lips
look like she has licked them. I lower my head to kiss the top of
hers, holding her face between my hands, but as I finally make
contact, I keep going. First her forehead, then her cheek, then the
other, the corner of her mouth. Her small little gasp is the last
of my undoing and softly I rub my lips back and forth on hers,
getting my first taste of her. She is so responsive, but before I
can deepen it, the phone rings. Shit, what am I doing? I can’t fuck
her. Damn it. I back up and tell her to let it go to voicemail
before walking out the back and shutting the door.

Today we took Hawk’s jeep instead of my
truck. I know we stand out like a sore thumb, but in this area we
need to find this rat bastard, we want the attention on us. Both
Hawk and I jump out of the Jeep and look around to see people
sitting on old steps and makeshift patio areas. You can tell this
is an area that was hit hard during Hurricane Katrina, but they
didn’t take the help. Many people look like they live in filth or
are high or drunk. It sickens me to see children running around the
street this broken glass and other items littering the ground. Even
the smell makes me sick. But that’s what you get when you’re down
in these parts. It’s a small bounty, guy skipped bail, and just
looking at his track record, it’s easy to see he would go home. I
take lead and Hawk flanks behind me, checking my back as we walk up
the small stairs. The smell of cat piss and dog shit hit me like a
baseball bat to the head. Not to mention the mixture of vomit and
alcohol. I step over what I really hope is puke and find the door
we need. The white paint has chipped off leaving the dark grey of
the under door exposed. I listen for a second and hear voices
yelling. I nod to Hawk to stand at the end of the step and keep
cover. Raising my hand, I knock.

“Who is it?” a woman’s voice yelled out.

“Mrs. Foret, I’m from Wild Bounty, I need to
talk to you about your husband, Leroy.”

“I’m sorry, he’s not here, and I don’t have
any information.” She isn’t opening the door. This is where it
becomes tricky. I can’t legally open the door; I have to get her to
open it, or draw him out, which is what I really want anyway.

“That’s fine, ma’am. Can I give you my card,
so if he does come back you can give us a call?” I pull out my card
to the shop and wait for her to open, no such luck.

“Just slide it under the door. Thanks.” I
know that is a simple fuck you and leave me alone term, so I back
away from the stairs. I make sure she watches me go down, while
Hawk stays at the bottom. I give a small signal for him to stay put
while I get in the Jeep. But I only park enough out of the line of
sight and Hawk stays under the stairwell. I creep around the back
of the apartments and wait for him to make the first move. Huntin’
like this is like a game of chess. We move a piece, and see how
they respond. Except in the end we are the ones who go check mate
and catch the bounty.

Hiding behind a bush, I wait. No sooner than
twenty minutes have passed that I see a back window open and
someone climb down a small fire escape ladder. It’s pretty rickety
and even if he wanted to be quiet, there is no way he could. I’m
shocked the damn thing even stays up. I send a message to Hawk as I
continue to watch.

Once his feet hit the ground, he looks around
and doesn’t see me. With great luck, he walks closer to my
location, and once I know for a fact I can grab him, I try to bring
him to the ground. But the little shit starts to fight me. His head
comes back and cracks my nose, making me loosen my grip enough for
him to get a hand free.

“Let me go you fucker.” I see him grab a
piece of glass from the ground and try to cut me with it. I dodge
each move he makes and I finally have had enough. I bring my fist
up and hit him square in the jaw making his head snap back and he
is out cold. Thank God.

“Dude, you couldn’t wait two seconds, could
you? Shit, he got your nose good too.” Hawk comes running up and
helps me hog-tie him with zip ties. I watch as people start yelling
at both of us, either because we are taking him, or yelling how
happy they are he is going. Very strange area. With him secure in
the Jeep and unable to move, Hawk takes off to the jailhouse. For
the first time, I don’t have paperwork to fill out once I get there
other than my name. I am loving having Zoey in the office.