Watching You: KJ Elite Inc. (33 page)

“Trust me, I know how to whoop your ass and I don’t need a wooden spoon to do it. I’ll save the spoon for our boys when they’re like you growing up, always sticking their hands in the food on the stove.” It literally fell out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. Was I drugged? Who was controlling my body today? This past two weeks for that matter. If I was standing, I would have stomped like an immature child. Don’t you judge me – he would make you furious too.

Tommy just growled and I could feel his grin on my lips.

“Our boys, huh?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s exactly what you said, baby. I must admit, it sounds damn sexy that you’re thinking of bearing my lil’ns.” He pecked my lips again and slid me off the counter.

“Let’s go practice now. Practice makes perfect.” A flick of his finger and the stove and oven both switched off.

I didn’t have any words. I mean, I had words – hundreds of them and I even had a dictionary if I needed a few new ones, but none came to mind. At this point I was being led by my lady bits.

It was at that moment that Matty came around the corner, pretending to be entranced in a book and stopped short of us. “Hey, how goes it?”

Tommy halted, pulling me into his side as he had ever since middle school and I went willingly, as I had ever since middle school. I was a damn sucker.

“It goes. Got the all clear on you…Captain America.” He half-heartedly chuckled and Matt put on his grin that I knew meant he was hiding a whole lot of curse words running through his head. It’s funny how men always think they’re being crafty or secretive but the women who love them, know them, know what’s happening just the same.

“Great. A lot faster than I thought it would take, honestly, but that Luke is something, huh?”

“Oh yeah, he is. You have no idea the connections and brain power he has.” Tommy volleyed.

I shifted next to him, pretty much just to remind them I was still there.

“I am pretty sure I have an idea now. So, we’re good?”

Tommy mulled on it a minute and nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

Matt shook his hand, kissed my cheek and walked out.

What weirdo’s men are.

“You know, I’m just not even going to ask.”

“Probably best for now.”

I nodded and walked ahead of him, towards the back staircase. I felt Tommy get close up behind me and it took my breath away when he swept me off my feet in a bridal carry.

“Gotta start practicing. Y’know, for the honeymoon and coming home after that wedding our mothers are putting together at your command.” 

Jeez, with the “practicing”.

I choked on a laugh, “Yes, because you might not be able to handle all 140 pounds of me.”

“If you weigh 140 pounds, I am the stay-puff marshmallow man.” He chuckled, nuzzling my neck. I couldn’t help it, I tilted my head to a better angle so he had better access. I may have even made a little whimpering sound.

Thunder clapped outside and my insides melted a little, mostly because he was nipping and licking in all those delicious spots that really got me going but also because he knew the rain would make me good and horny. In about half a millisecond I was going to practically beg him to take me on the stairs when Tommy came to a complete halt, halfway up. With his mouth already pretty much attached to my ear, he hardly made a sound at all when he told me to not make a single noise.

Silently I prayed that it was just Matt moving around, but I knew my luck better than that. Someone was at the top of the stairs and they were not invited. Tom shifted me ever so slightly as he slid a hand to his back and pulled out his glock. The very moment he chose to continue up the stairs, thunder struck again and the lights flickered off and stayed out. I refused to think that the lights could have gone out for any reason, other than the storm. But let’s be honest here, that was naïve and pretty stupid of me to pretend. For fuck’s sake, not only were we sitting ducks but now we were blind sitting ducks. Giving myself a mental shaking, I perked my ears up and tried to keep calm for Tommy – let’s be honest, we all know I’m flipping the fuck out inside.

My hip started vibrating and it took me a full minute to realize it was his phone going off. Surely with the lights out, everyone was trying to connect. That could be used to our advantage. I slid my hand down between us and grabbed his phone, since he kind of had his hands full with my ass and all. I leaned into him and put the phone between our bodies, in a lame attempt to block the light while trying to dim the brightness. You never realize how bright those damn screens are, even fully dimmed, until you really need not draw attention to yourself. On the screen of his phone was a text from his brother asking why he went dark and another three buzzed in at that second asking what was going on and informing him that they were on the way over locked and loaded.

Thank God.

I let Tommy read the screen and he nodded. Ever so slowly, he set me on my shaky feet and kissed my lips, hard, demanding. I knew what that meant and I really couldn’t do a thing to change it. My orders were to do exactly what he said (without him actually saying), follow his lead and not give off a lick of sound. He slipped in front of me and keeping one hand on me, led me forward, up the stairs. Every few seconds I got the heebie jeebies and checked behind us. Yep, still alone, so far.

Alone was better than surrounded, right?

Moving painstakingly slow, so as not to chance any boards creaking, we reached the top and the rummaging had already stopped. Tommy cocked the glock and cleared the landing in one swift and silent move. Nodding, I moved up staying behind him and looking around frantically. Any second now, I expected ghost face to pop out – I would only be okay with that, if he started yelling, “Wazzzzuupppp”.

A third booming touchdown of thunder nearby, had me jumping and almost completely masked the sound of the front door opening downstairs. Welp, my courage was officially dried up and my pants soaked; okay, not really, but close. Chancing a glance down the stairs one more time before we moved away from them, showed me a figure moving up them. Thankfully, before I could scream, kick or run, Matt’s face was illuminated by a mini flashlight he flicked to show his face and cut back off. Two big strong men versus this one whatever-he-thought-he-was certainly made me a bit more at ease. Two steps forward and the lights popped back on causing me to actually jump this time.

Tommy tugged on my arm and pulled me back to his side, kissing my temple. Matty moved up to my other side and they conveyed something to each other just by a single look.

Both men moved forward, sandwiching me between them and clearing each room of the upstairs. Midway down the front stair case, Mike, Noah, Candace, Dillon and Peyton came rushing in the front door. All of them were soaked and had guns drawn.

“There was someone in here.” Tommy said at the same time Candace announced “Your power was manually cut.”

Insert gasp here. A shiver racked my body unconsciously causing Tommy to wrap both arms around me and tug me into his chest. “I will not let anything happen to you.”

I nodded, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would die for me, but maybe more importantly, he would kill for me and he wouldn’t pay a second thought to it.

“Dillon was doing a perimeter check looking for the cut lines when we got here.” Mike informed us.

“Thanks Dilly.” I half-heartedly smiled at him, still totally freaked.

Another one of those cryptic looks was tossed around the room and all but Dillon, who was still looking at me, nodded. Their damn silent communication was not only beginning to make me understand how people felt around me and my twin, but also was really pissing me off. I wasn’t some frightened child – okay, I was a frightened adult, but I digress – they should just speak openly and tell me what was happening.

“I was just sitting in a post to the south when I saw the lights go out and headed straight over.”

“Well, we appreciate it. Really. I was terrified.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Whoever did this is still close, we need to have Alpha do a sweep and run all the tape.” Peyton stated.

“Luke is still trying to figure out what in the hell hit the systems. Video’s been down since a week ago and apparently no one noticed til’ yesterday,” said Candace.

She shot a sour look at Dillon. He blushed and gave a slight shrug.

“My fault. I should have paid closer attention. I’m paying for my mistake.”

“Better you than Taylor.” Tommy said.

The tense silence was so heavy, it weighed me down and made me even more uncomfortable. You could hear crickets.

“Let’s get back out there and do another pass, to be sure there’s nothing we missed. Matt and Noah, clear the bottom floor and triple check all locks, latches, windows, you know the deal.” Mike ordered.

Everyone moved and that left us sitting on the stairs, shivering. Okay, I was shivering, but I don’t see what difference it makes. Tommy picked me up again and carried me to our bathroom where he lit all the candles and drew a bubble bath. There just wasn’t any fight left in me, tonight – might as well give in.

“Extra steamy, please.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing. I can handle drawing you a perfect bath.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“Well, well, well. I will see, won’t I?”

If I was trying to put on a brave face and hide my fear (and exhaustion) the best way to distract both of us was pretty simple and damn fun. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was safe whenever Tommy was around, I strip teased him and sauntered over to his looming frame; running my finger across his chest before climbing into the most perfect bubble bath of my adult life.

There was moaning, for sure. He shucked his clothes in almost record time and amended my statement, “
We
will see.” Tommy climbed in behind me and set the jets to orgasm-mode. I was officially in heaven and was not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Funny how life likes to bitch slap you and turn everything to shit when you find a comfortable place to rest. You know what they say, tell your God your plans…

Around my third orgasm was when my heavenly utopia turned to absolute hell.

Chapter 17

Tommy’s shrill generic ringtone on his throwaway shouted out from the pocket of his jeans, carelessly thrown in the corner of the bathroom farthest from them.

“Ignore it. They can leave a message.” Taylor panted, straddling Tommy.

Before he had the opportunity to answer her, the ringing stopped and he focused his attentions back to her nipples.

A moan rumbled from her throat and his cock jumped, still embedded in her wet folds.

“There’s no way you can go again. If I have one more orgasm, not only will I scream the walls to dust but I’ll shatter from the inside out.” She whispered, completely consumed and sated.

Tommy made a popping sound as he released her nipple and looked up at her, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “The whole shattering from the inside out is, I’m pretty sure, the definition of an orgasm. The screaming the walls to dust, is very much the goal and challenge accepted, baby.”

He was already hard again when the phone rang out once more.

“That’s the third call and I don’t even know how many messages – I have to check Tay.”

“Three?” She grunted.

He pulled out but she didn’t protest further as he set her gently on her ass at the other end of the tub.

Water sloshed as his giant frame climbed out, strutting over to the clothes pile they’d created. There wasn’t an ounce of fat so he really had nothing to be ashamed of in his nudity. Tommy frowned at the screen, swiping his finger across it to pick up the call.

“Tommy.”

“Taylor’s dad crashed but they were able to bring him back. He’s awake and boy does he have a lot to say. Get to the hospital, five minutes ago.”

The line disconnected but Tommy was already moving to throw his clothes back on.

“Who was that? Is everything okay?” Taylor asked quietly, eyes closed and lounging out in the Jacuzzi tub. She clearly hadn’t watched his phone exchange, if you could call it that, because she was still serene where he had turned coolly turbulent.

“I don’t want to worry you Annie, but I need you to get up and get dressed. We need to head to the hospital.”

Tommy was certain he had never seen his little wife move so fast in all his life. She was dressed and running for the door in two minutes flat; her hair flew in several different directions, still soaking wet and dripping down her back.

“Pick it up, Kane, we’re moving.”

“Moving Drill Sergeant!” He laughed half-heartedly, unable to hold it in.