Serial Love: Saints Protection & Investigation (24 page)

While the men finished their
discussion
with the tableful of young men, Trudie slipped behind them and tugged on Bethany’s arm. “Come on, sweetie.”

Bethany allowed Trudie to pull her several feet away toward the back tables.

“Darlin’, I can see you about to get mad, but you gotta let those men do what their doin’.”

Her lips tight, Bethany stared into the gaze of the older woman. “Trudie, this is barbaric. I know those guys acted foolishly, but it’s not like I’ve never been looked at in a bar before.”

“Not when you were with a man like Jack,” Trudie said. “Jack and those men with him are of a different breed, darlin’. They hold to tight rules about what a man should and shouldn’t do. And they go into protection mode quicker than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“But—”

“No buts, honey. I’ve seen them come to the rescue of a woman they’ve never met before who was bein’ bothered by some ass-hole. And with a woman they’ve claimed? Oh, lordy, they’ll really go all out for someone they care about.”

As the Saints returned to their table, each of them casting their eyes toward Bethany with a head jerk, she watched them warily.

“Remember girl. There’s a man who’ll control just for kicks and a man who’ll control to make your world better. That’s the kind of man Jack is.”

Seeing Jack turn and walk back toward her, his face still full of anger, she whispered, “I don’t know what to do with that.”

Trudie flashed her huge grin and said, “Girl, you hang on for the ride and enjoy every minute. That man’ll work to make sure you’re safe and happy as you can be.” With a pat on her arm, Trudie headed back to the bar, shouting, “All right, folks. Show’s over, now get back to drinkin’!”

Bethany could not take her eyes off Jack as he approached, leaning her head back as he came closer and closer. He did not stop until his boots were directly in front of her shoes. She sucked in her lips, nervous as she wondered what she should say.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice gentle considering the anger that was still pouring off of him.

She nodded.

He lifted his large hand and cupped her jaw, sliding his fingers through her hair at the back of her neck. Leaning down, he touched his lips to hers. Gentle at first and then with a little more possessiveness.

She knew he was making a statement. To the others in the bar…and to her. And now was not the time to question his motives, not when his lips on hers had her melting into his body.

Moving back to the table, she noticed the looks of approval from the other men and wondered why.
Another thing to ask Jack when we’re alone.
Deciding to put the event behind her for now, she settled back into his embrace and continued to enjoy the company.

On the drive home, she pondered how to ask the questions swirling through her mind. Before she could get a word out, Jack took over.

“Babe, whatever you’re mulling over in your mind, just get it out.”

Sparing a glance sideways at his strong profile in the shadows of the night and the dashboard lights, she sighed. “I…I’ve just never been with anyone who…um…took charge like that. It was kind of scary.”

He reached his hand across the console and took hers, pulling it over to his lap. Giving her fingers a little squeeze, he said, “Not having someone put their hands on you. Not having some punk-ass do that to any unwilling woman, but sure as hell not to mine.”

She nodded quietly.

He continued, “You get what being with me is like, don’t you?”

He looked sideways, seeing her questioning expression, he explained, “My work, babe. My job. Career. Hell, my life. It’s always been about doing whatever I have to do to keep others safe. I did that when the Army needed me and now when I’m contracted. But you gotta understand that it’s not just what I do. It’s who I am. And any man that puts his hands on an unwilling woman, especially my unwilling woman, is not going to be tolerated.”

Seeing her turn in her seat to face him, her face concentrating on his, gave him the encouragement to continue. “I know you’re the most independent woman I’ve ever met, other than my mom. You get out and tackle whatever needs to be done and don’t worry about breaking a nail or messing up your clothes.” Chuckling, he said, “And gotta tell you, that’s a real turn on for me. I’ve always known I couldn’t deal with a woman that couldn’t do for themselves or whined every time I didn’t get something done when they wanted.

“But,” he emphasized, “that doesn’t mean that you aren’t mine to care for and protect. And babe, I’ll do that in any way I see fit. I can tell you didn’t think that punk-ass college kid was too serious, but I’m a man and I’ll tell you straight up, any man that manhandles an unwilling woman will not think anything about continuing to do that…to you or anyone else. My response to him was immediate and may have seemed over the top, but I’ll tell you right now, he’ll think twice before trying that with someone else.”

Understanding, she nodded as she gave his hand a return squeeze. “Thank you, Jack,” she whispered, her words hitting him both in the heart and the dick.

“Damn, girl.”

“But don’t you think as big and bad as you are, you made your point? Why did the others join in?” she asked.

“Someone move you backward?” he asked.

“Um, yeah. Chad moved me back away from you all.”

“He did that ’cause he knew my attention was on the punks in front and my men wanted you out of the way in case things got ugly.”

“Ugly?”

“Yeah, babe. He didn’t give me the response I was looking for, I’d a taken him outside and we woulda had a
Come to Jesus Meeting
, where my fist would have made him see the error of his ways.”

At Jack’s description, a giggle erupted from Bethany’s lips.

“And in all things, my men have my back, just like I have theirs. And now that includes you. Protecting you is now a priority of theirs as well.”

Parking in front of the lodge, he pulled her hand from his lap up to his lips and asked, “We straight?”

Nodding, she smiled. “Yeah,” she whispered as he tugged her closer.

His lips latched onto hers, hard, wet, and possessive. A moment later he leaned back, grinning as she mewled at the loss of his heat.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get inside. Wanna fuck you hard and fast first then take my time and make love to you nice and slow. Okay?”

“Yeah,” she whispered once more.

Hours later, as he tucked her into his side while she drifted off to sleep, she felt his lips against her forehead. “Love you, baby girl.”

A smile curved the corners of her lips as his words settled deep.

T
he next day
was her day off and she declared it Jack’s time. Sally and Roscoe were at Mountville all day and Jack intended to give Bethany her own mini-vacation.

Sunday morning he arrived early and whisked her off, declaring it Bethany’s Non-Labor Day. She laughed as he tossed her overnight bag in the back seat and lifted her into his SUV. Buckling her in, he saw her cocked eyebrow.

“Know you can do things yourself, beautiful, but don’t deny me a chance to get near you like this.” He leered at her breasts which were directly in front of his face before capturing her smile with his lips in a kiss that promised everything.

Pulling through his security gate and driving toward his house, she turned and said, “So, how come we get this time?”

He glanced to the side, seeing genuine interest and not pouting because of his work hours, he responded, “Don’t have to travel all of the time, babe. A lot of what we do is in the field and, depending on the contract, can involve going to about anywhere. For now, I’m keeping my contracts in either North or South America. Eventually, we could move worldwide, but I don’t have the manpower now to do that.”

She listened carefully, amazed at what he had accomplished.

He continued, “And a lot of what we can do is research, taking what others have gathered in the field and well…uh…let’s just say that my men can find things out in unconventional ways.”

“I see,” she replied, although truthfully she had no idea what he meant. “Does unconventional equate to…um…illegal?”

He smiled but did not answer and she found that she really did not want to know.
Maybe the less I know, the better off I am!

“I don’t want to spend our Non-Labor Day holiday talking about work, but let’s just say I’ve got good men working for me. Luke runs most of our software programs and he is my data-mining guru, but as far as the other six? Every one of them loves working in the field, so…I’m learning I can investigate from here perhaps more than I had in the past.”

“Oh?” she smiled to herself. “Is there something here that keeps your interest?”

By then they had pulled around to the back to his garage entrance and parked inside. He twisted his body toward hers and answered, “Oh, beautiful, just the thought of being here with you has not only my interest, but my dick twitching.”

Seeing her blush, he chuckled. “Come on, let me show you around.”

The tour of the living space of the house had Bethany’s mouth watering. In Richland, her apartment’s kitchen was a decent size, but since making her home at Mountville, she had to get used to a miniscule kitchen.
But Jack’s? Oh my God.
She had seen it when dropping off the cobbler but had not really taken a look around. Huge space, loads of countertops, cabinets galore, stainless-steel appliances. She whirled around gleefully and declared, “I want to cook you dinner here tonight.”

His brow furrowed as he answered, “I was gonna take you out tonight, babe.”

“No, please,” she begged. “Let me cook here. I haven’t had a chance to cook in a kitchen this big in soooo long.”

The smile on her face convinced him that she was telling the truth, so he acquiesced. He tagged her hand and, since she had seen the living room and deck, he led her toward the back of the house. “I’ve got an office here for non-secure work, a guest bathroom, and the laundry room leads to the garage.”

She nodded as she perused his home, alternating between admiration of the beauty and neatness of his house and the feel of his fingers linked with hers. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs and she looked up quickly as he suddenly turned and met her gaze.

“Gonna leave this decision up to you, beautiful.” He saw her quizzical expression and continued. “I show you the upstairs now, we’re gonna fuck. No way can I see you in my bedroom for the first time and not take your sweet body. I’ve got other things for us to do today, including taking you out wheeling over my property. So I’ll leave it up to you. Sightsee now and fuck later, or we head up the stairs now.”

He watched her carefully, but she never hesitated. Standing on her tiptoes, with one hand balancing against his heartbeat, she whispered, “Let’s fuck.”

Grinning, he scooped her up into his arms and took the stairs two at a time. Stripping her slowly he peeled away each layer, savoring the gift that lay underneath. Her breasts spilled over the tops of her demi-bra, their luscious mounds with the hidden rosy-tips beckoning. Slipping her bra off, his lips found their way to the hardened buds and he suckled deeply.

While his mouth worked its magic on her breasts, he hooked his fingers into her panties at her hips and slid them down as well. Now, completely bare for his perusal, his dick was straining at his zipper.

He shed his shirt and she stared at the bare-chested magnificence. Massive pecs and rippled abs. Her fingers traced the muscles along his front, downward to the delicious V pointing straight into his pants. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his hips, snagging his boxers, freeing his engorged cock. As much as she loved his mouth on her tits, she gently pushed him back, allowing her body the room to sink to the floor on her knees at his feet. Taking him into her mouth, she began working her own brand of magic.

His hands found their way into her hair, cradling her head without pushing, as he allowed her to suck his cock at her own pace. Looking down, the sight of her beautiful mouth taking him in almost undid him.
What the fuck did I do to deserve this?

Her pace increased and he knew he was close. He reached down to pluck her up from the floor, but she glared and shook her head slightly while still sucking.

“Baby,” he growled, but she just shook her head again. She was holding on to his hips tightly. Spreading his legs slightly to open his stance, he allowed her, and his own body, to take over. He felt his balls tighten and, throwing his head back with a roar, he came, his hot semen pouring out of his jerking body and into her waiting mouth.

Thrusting through his orgasm, he felt the jolt all the way down to his toes and lowered his head to see her swallowing until every last drop was gone.
Fuck me, she’s so goddamn beautiful.
He realized that with past blow-jobs, he never had the desire to watch the woman take him.
Just got lost in how it felt for me.
But this time, with someone he cared about…watching her take him while he emptied himself…
fuckin’ amazing.

He staggered, trying to get the feeling back into his legs, then scooped her up and gave her a little toss onto the bed. She giggled as she bounced, but he did not give her time to think. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her forward until her ass was resting right on the edge of the mattress and her legs were in the air, opening herself for him.

He dropped to the floor and gently pulled her legs up onto his shoulders. Her folds glistened with moisture and he licked his lips before diving in. She tasted better than he could have imagined as he licked, nipped and sucked his way around her folds, finally latching himself onto her clit.

She screamed out his name as the sensations poured over her body from her core outwards. Bucking her hips upward, she felt his large hand press down on her stomach, holding her in place. The exquisite torture continued as she felt his tongue move inside her pussy and as he moaned, she felt it vibrate inside. His beard scratched her sensitive skin as her body wound tight, racing toward the finish line, the goal just outside of view.