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“Yes, Becca, turn around and sit. The cool water flowing over your tender pussy will feel good.

Rebecca lifted her brows and shrugged. She really was tender but she was still overheated, her flesh still slick and tingling, her nipples erect and aching. She turned and his hands circled her waist, holding her, as she eased herself between his legs. He pulled her back against his chest and pushed her knees apart. The water was just cool 108

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enough, flowing gently over her swollen folds, her throbbing clit, washing away her soreness, but did nothing to alleviate the heat of arousal.

“Oh, yeah. This does feel nice.” She moaned, spreading her knees farther apart.

Jackson cupped the cool water into his hands and let it spill over her chest, over her breasts. Her nipples contracted into hard tips. His hands covered them, warming them as he massaged her. His substantial manhood pulsed against the small of her back. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and pulled his head down. She licked his full lower lip and his tongue darted out to meet hers. She sighed as she sucked it gently, her lips pressing against his. His hands plucked at her nipples, electrifying her senses. Her blood pounded in her ears.

“We’ve got to get back, Jackson,” she whispered hoarsely.

He sighed deeply and kissed her neck. “I hate it that you’re right.” He arched his hips against her. “I want to fuck you all night.” His voice was raw with mounting hunger.

Rebecca stood and looked down at him. He’d make a great Playgirl centerfold, she thought. He watched her as she gingerly stepped over the rocks to where the water was a bit deeper to rinse the dry, salty sweat from her skin. She turned to see Jackson standing on the bank leaning against a wide oak with his legs crossed, watching her.

Rebecca’s lips curved into a smile as she stepped onto the bank and stood in front of him. His eyes were turbulent, his body was tense, his cock was raging.

“You ready to go back?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, chasing away the goose bumps.

“Not yet,” she murmured. His brow furrowed as he searched her face. Taking his face in her hands she touched her lips to his, lingering moments before she moved down his body.

He held his breath and uncrossed his legs. “Becca.” He groaned as her tongue circled his navel and trailed lower. She knelt in front of him and grasped his thick erection with both hands. She gazed up at him as she sipped at the broad tip, and licked away the pearl that welled there. Her lips opened over the bulging head, gliding it into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the crease underneath and sucked gently, her finger moved lightly over his shaft. He grasped her head, his fingers weaving through her hair. “Oh God, yes, baby. Take me,” he croaked as she sucked him in.

Her lips drew him in, her tongue stroked the pulsing underside of his steely staff.

She moaned, loving the taste of him, the sound of his ragged breathing as he urged her to suck him harder. She felt the slick juices gather in the folds of her cunt as she drew on him. One hand closed over the base of his cock, the other cupped his balls and she cautiously massaged the delicate flesh.

She withdrew and sucked him in again. He grunted, pulling her closer, sinking deeper into her mouth. She felt the hot throbbing head of his cock against the back of her throat and swallowed, taking him as deeply as she could. “Suck harder, baby,” he growled. “Ah Becca, my Becca.”

She felt his balls tighten, his body go rigid, as he thrust into her mouth. Her tongue stroked, her mouth pulled on him longer and harder. He threw his head back with a strangled cry as his seed shot into her mouth in long hot bursts. She swallowed him, 109

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taking all he had to give, licked him clean. She looked up at him and smiled, licking the last of him from her lips.

He pulled her off her knees and pulled her into his arms. “You’re so damn good, Becca,” he murmured, his breathing still labored. His mouth covered hers, melting her bones, curling her toes. Reluctantly, he pulled away, buried his face in her hair and nuzzled her neck.

She held him tight, never wanting to leave that spot, but they had to. Night had fallen and she needed to focus on the job ahead of them now and not on Jackson’s hands, or his mouth or his cock…dammit. Carefully, they made their way back to the cave in the dark. If she was going to keep her mind on her work she was going to have to keep him at arm’s length.

They decided to watch the rest stop in shifts. Rebecca took the first while Jackson slept close by. He woke up around three and took over while she slept. She slept pretty well considering, she grinned thinking it was probably the work out that helped. She woke around eight and yawned. “Hey, see anything?” she asked, stretching.

Jackson looked over at her and winked. “Mornin’, gorgeous. No, not yet. Got a call from Sandor, though.”

“I didn’t hear the phone,” she said pulling on a clean pair of socks and hiking boots.

Jackson lifted the binoculars and turned his attention back to the rest stop. “It’s on vibrate.”

“Ah,” she said. “So?”

“So, he said they expected activity today. Possibly this afternoon.” His expression turned serious.

“Good. Do you think I have time to walk back down to the creek?” she asked. “Girl stuff,” she added when he gave her a questioning glance.

Jackson thought a minute. “Okay, but don’t take long, and take your gun.”

“All right.” She strapped her pistol to her hip and headed out.

The rough path that led around the foot of a mountain to the stream looked a bit different in the light of day, Rebecca thought. When the path widened and the cover of trees thinned out, she veered off to the side of the path, careful to stay in the shadows.

She had just reached the clearing when the rumble of a chopper overhead alerted her and had her ducking for cover. She glanced up to see it pass over and hover just as an arm grabbed her around the waist and yanked her farther into the undergrowth, under a thick bush.

“Stay down, Becca.” Jackson’s voice was a hiss in her ear.

“I’m down,” she hissed back. “Why did you follow me?”

“I didn’t follow you. I was trained for Special Forces, Becca. I can hear an approaching chopper long before I actually see it.” His voice was tight.

“Well, you’re just eaten up with talent, aren’t you?” Rebecca sniped.

He lifted a brow. “You would know.”

She narrowed her eyes and chose to ignore his remark. “It was heading that way.”

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needles from her knees. “Don’t you think they’ve landed somewhere up on the mountain? ”

He nodded, listening intently and watching her. “Let’s go.”

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Chapter Twenty-Four

There were few things in the world as beautiful to Jackson as the Tennessee mountains, especially those in Claiborne county. The tall rolling hills, boulder-strewn valleys and steep cliffs had always fascinated him. The sense of history and continuity kept him grounded, reminded him daily why he had joined the Marines, why he had fought in the Middle East, why he had taken the post as sheriff in the small town.

Because some things were just worth fighting for. His uncle’s murder had shaken his world, had left him questioning values and beliefs that had sustained him all his life.

He questioned them because he knew the killer or killers were close to home. Men he had been raised with, had fished with and socialized with. Not exactly friends or men he would trust in a bind, but people he knew.

Jericho was a small, intimate community. He knew about Miss Eunice, the elderly spinster who ordered her adult toys on a regular basis and her widower neighbor, Charlie Beckett, who watched through the window on scheduled nights of usage. He knew about Tommy Austin and how he whipped his wife on drinking nights, only to sustain a concussion when she got the baseball bat out on him. She had been her softball team’s heavy hitter three years in a row.

And there were the parties out by the lake, and the regulars he could count on to keep things calm and safe there. The ones he knew were likely to cause trouble. He knew everyone in the small town, had grown up with them in some form or another, and realizing that several of them were capable of treason, capable of murdering their neighbors in cold blood, had hit him hard. He had always had a decided innocence where his little county was concerned.

Realizing that one of them could commit murder and still function normally had been a bitter pill to swallow. Naïve…he admitted in some ways he had been. His training should have done away with that naiveté long ago. He knew the things men would do for money, for war, just for the hell of it. But seeing it so close to home, so close on the heels of Nine-Eleven, had ripped away any sense of innocence he may have held in the world.

Realizing how corrupt Whittaker was had, perhaps, been the first step. The man was rabid, like a coyote stalking, slinking around in the dark just waiting to rip out the throat of anyone opposing him. And that included Jackson and Becca.

“Whittaker has an old hunting cabin up here somewhere,” Jackson said quietly as they pushed farther into the mountain. “I gave Sandor the general location as I remembered it, but from the sound of the helicopter, I could have been a few miles off.”

He frowned, trying to place the exact location. It had been years since he had been through this particular area. He had been little more than a teenager, and he and his friends had been more interested in fishing the remote ponds than they were in old man Whittaker’s pricey little shack.

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“You think he’s hiding them there then?” Becca asked as she moved close behind him.

“Seems reasonable,” he grunted, angry with himself for his inability to remember the exact location. “The helicopter landed on the other side of this hill, which is about five miles from the location I gave Sandor.”

The cell phone he carried with him would be ineffectual where he was now, reception was at zero within these mountains. Which left them on their own. He trusted Becca’s abilities as a deputy, but in this situation he knew that the dangers they faced could be more than either of them anticipated. But they had to check this out.

The terrorist threat in America was growing, he knew. His contacts within the Armed Forces and friends who had served in the Middle East since Nine-Eleven reported the growing danger in America, Mexico and Canada. The investigation into the Middle Eastern illegals through Jericho and other states heading into Canada was coming to a head. If they didn’t catch them soon, then it would be too late. The information that several highly sought after terrorists were traveling with the families was an added consideration.

“Jackson, you didn’t answer me,” Becca hissed as they wound their way up the mountain, growing steadily closer to the area he believed the helicopter had landed.

“I know that’s where he’s hiding them,” Jackson sighed, bitterly aware of the fact that he had dropped the ball on this one. He should have checked the cabin months ago.

Whittaker wasn’t a nature person, though, so it had never occurred to Jackson to stake out the cabin, or to have Jacob do it. The location of activity so far had been confined away from the cabin, so he hadn’t suspected it. Which wasn’t a good enough excuse, as far as he was concerned. He was a failure as a sheriff, just as he had been afraid he would be when he was appointed to the post.

“The cabin is a perfect location, Becca,” he bit out as they rounded a stand of shoulder-high boulders that looked like sentinels standing watch over the forested valley below. “There’s a rough track that leads right into there about a mile from the rest area. It’s secluded and not well known. As far as anyone knows, Whittaker sold the damned place years ago. The reason I know different is because I happened on it while doing a search of property taxes on Uncle Tobias’ place after his death.”

He stopped on the other side of the boulders, leaning against one as he watched Becca plop down on a long, flat boulder nearer the ground. Her breasts were heaving beneath the soft material of her tank top, perspiration glistening on her upper chest and neck.

Tendrils of golden brown had fallen from her ponytail and lay along her graceful neck, tempting him to reach out, to smooth them back. He wasn’t about to touch her.

The woman was more temptation than was reasonably safe in the best of circumstances.

“So what are we going to do?” She frowned up at him, watching him cautiously.

Jackson sighed. “We’re just going to look. If nothing else, we’ll have verified proof they are holding them there, which will give our Federal friends a little more leeway in their investigation.”

“What about the baby?” she asked him softly.

Worry darkened her eyes and lent a regretful sadness to her expression.

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“Becca, the baby is safer than you at the moment.” The child of the transported family weighed on her mind, he knew. “And trust me, they paid good money for the transportation, safety and welfare of their people. That child isn’t in any danger.”

She lowered her head, nodding in acceptance of the answer. That baby had worried her since the day of the accident. Jackson understood why, but he knew in this case, he was most likely right.

“Come on, let’s get moving. I want to get off this mountain by nightfall and let Sandor know what the hell is going on.”

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Chapter Twenty-Five

“We’re fucked,” Jackson breathed out silently as they watched the cabin from behind a smaller stand of boulders than what he liked.

Laying flat on their stomachs, he and Becca had crawled as close as they dared to watch the activity going on around the large hunting shack. There had to be a dozen Middle Eastern militants running around, unloading the helicopter that had brought in either more inhabitants, or more supplies.