Jillian tossed a piece of banana muffin at him and laughed when he caught it in his mouth. “If we take the faraday cage with us, will it present any problems?”
Drake shook his head. “Just another piece of luggage.”
“Were you serious about going to Yellowstone?” She hedged her excitement at the idea just in case he’d changed his mind since last night.
“Yeah, of course. We can do Yellowstone and then head up to Jackson Hole in Wyoming, see Devil’s Tower and then pop over to the ranch.” Drake took a huge bite out of his last remaining muffin.
“How long will we be playing tourist?”
“Ha! You can pronounce it today. That word gave Drunk Jilly a rough time last night.” Drake laughed at the finger she flipped him. “I don’t know. I have plenty of vacation time due me.” He shrugged. “Three weeks? A month? If we get bored or if things between us don’t work out, we can go home early.”
Jillian’s mouth dried out in an instant. “You don’t think we’ll work out?” She picked at her piece of muffin as she waited for his response.
“I think we need to give ourselves the time to see what we are together. I know the sex we had today was phenomenal. I know I want to be with you and that for some reason no one else in my life to this point has had the ability to make me feel…hell, I don’t know, selfish, maybe?”
“Selfish?” Jillian didn’t understand how she made him feel that way.
“Like I’m guarding my time with you. I should be insane with worry about Dixon. And I am worried, he’s always in the back of my mind, but I find that I’m also so drawn to the connection I feel with you that I’m willing to split time, still worried and concerned about Dixon, but focused on you and me. Does that make sense?”
She got up, walked over, and sank to her knees in front of him. “Yes, it makes sense, and I understand how close you and Dixon are. I watched both of you when I was playing wallflower, way back when. I know you take care of him. It’s one of the things that drew me to you. You’re selfless.” He opened his mouth, but Jillian put a finger over his lips, moving in closer between his legs. His towel unraveled and fell open. She ran her hands up his thick, muscled thighs. She cupped his heavy balls with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock, not surprised they did not meet. She looked up at him through her lashes. “I’ll gladly go with you for the next month, but you have to make me one promise.” Their eyes met, and he nodded. “If you must go because he needs you, just tell me before you go. I’ll be here waiting when you’re done taking care of your brother. If that changes, I’ll tell you.”
She settled on her legs, stroked his cock once, and then lowered to lick the precum from the tip. She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the cap. Drake’s hand went to the back of her head. Not pushing or forcing her down, but gently holding her. She tried to take more into her mouth and gagged.
“Use your fist at the base, take me as far as you can without gagging and use your fist to pump me.” His words sent a thrill through her. He was telling her what he enjoyed, and she was determined to exceed his expectations.
Jillian stroked up every time she lowered her head. With his cock slick, it was easier to take more of him into her mouth. She pushed onto his hardness, impaling him against her soft palate and pushing him into her throat. She panicked and popped off, drawing an immediate breath of air.
Drake cupped her face, his thumb wiping away the saliva that had escaped her when she went down on him. “You are so beautiful, Jilly. So fucking beautiful.” He lowered down to her, fused their lips together and then literally crawled over her, taking her backwards onto the floor. The plush carpet under her tickled, but that was only a momentary distraction. Drake flicked her towel open and descended onto her breasts, sucking, licking and even biting them. She arched into him, wanting more. He raised his knee spreading her open beneath him. “Get on your hands and knees for me.” He maneuvered her so she was on her towel, and he centered behind her also placing his knees on the towel.
Jillian wondered for about a tenth of a second why he moved them so precisely and then the realization hit. Rug burns. She looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were glued to her sex. She lowered onto her shoulders and waggled her hips with a moaned, “Please.”
“Fuck, you will be the death of me.” Drake leaned over, planted both hands beside her head and entered her. He was once again cautious and considerate, but Jillian wanted him buried deep inside her body. She rocked backward as he slid forward. They both groaned as he slid home. They set up a fierce rhythm. She rocked back on every thrust forward. The sound of their skin as it slapped together mingled with the staccato of their breaths and gasps. “More. I won’t break. Fuck me harder,” Jillian begged, needing his aggression as much as she needed his gentleness.
His hands found her shoulders, and he pulled her up off the floor. He shifted behind her, lifting a leg to give him more power. His grip tightened, and she reveled in the tingles of almost-pain that slithered around just underneath her skin. She loved the combined sensation of pleasure and pain—an impossible topic to broach with her other lovers. She needed to trust her partner to reveal her secrets. “Please. Please. Please.” The word was on repeat in her brain and fell from her lips.
“What do you need?” One hand wrapped around her and snaked down toward her sex as his hips stilled. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Jillian dropped her head and pushed her hips against him. “Make it hurt a little.” She whispered the words and waited. His hand stopped at the top of her sex, and he lowered his mouth to her shoulder. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Jillian nodded, her heart pounded. Drake bit her shoulder, and the burst of pain vaulted her a thousand feet up as she strained to reach the top of the mountain again. He lifted away, and an open hand fell across her ass before he slammed his cock into her. She was in heaven! He set up a punishing pace, interspersed with hard slaps to her ass. He reached under her and slid his fingers through her sex while pounding his thick shaft into her. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Her entire being centered on this man bringing her closer to something she desperately wanted and needed. “Don’t stop!”
He curved over her closer and whispered in her ear, “I’m not stopping. I’ll make you fly.” His fingers found her clit and squeezed hard. Her orgasm hit her, and she screamed. Drake continued to power into her while his finger squeezed her clit, and she sobbed. The tactile sensations that crowded under her skin were too intense to understand. His hard body bent over her again, and he bit her shoulder, a constant pressure that built slowly but the stimulation was so unbelievably necessary. She strained against the demands of his body, against the will of his hands and his mouth until she came. Her body clenched so tightly she lost awareness. It was as if she’d exploded then remerged, debilitated and exhausted. Jillian felt him wrap around her and claim his finish. He pushed them both to the floor before he rolled onto his back and then pulled her into his body.
She drifted on the pleasure of the experience until she realized he was tracing where he’d bit her. She closed her eyes and drew enough strength to apologize. “I’m sorry.”
Drake stiffened then lifted onto his elbow, so he could lean over her and see her face. She tipped her head toward the floor, not caring to witness the expression she knew he wore.
“What are you apologizing for?”
Jillian shrugged.
“I sure as hell hope you aren’t apologizing for wanting a bit of pain with your pleasure.” Drake reached for her chin and tried to bring her face around. She refused to move. “Don’t ever apologize for what you want or need from me. Now that I know what you like, I can take care of you.”
Jillian risked a look at him.
He smiled and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “We need to talk about that, and about what you don’t like, set some boundaries. We can have an agreed upon safe word before we get involved with anything more, but believe me, I want t
o give you what you need—unless it is another man. I won’t share you.”
Jillian rolled onto her back to gaze up at him. “Even if he was Dixon?”
His eyes clouded over, and he slowly shook his head. “Not even for him. Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Jillian shook her head, mimicking his slow back and forth motion. “I don’t know what I like except a small amount of pain. It enhances or perhaps magnifies, everything. I don’t like the idea of multiple partners. I don’t want people watching us. I’ve read about people who like a lot of pain, but I don’t know…”
Drake smiled and lowered for a slow, sensuous kiss. He pulled away and tucked her back against him. His hands cupped her breasts as his thumbs stroked her nipples. “We can experiment. I think nipple clamps would be the place to start.” He gave each of hers a slight squeeze pulling a delicious sensation across her entire torso. He whispered in her ear, “There are so many toys that can enhance what we do together.”
She lifted her hands to cover his, stilling his fingers from their erotic trail of ecstasy. “You don’t think I’m weird?” Clay’s mocking taunts skittered through her mind.
He kissed her shoulder before he replied, “I think you are beautiful, sexy and maybe a bit kinky.” He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “And I think we fit together perfectly.”
She turned into him and sighed as she melted into his chest. This was bliss, heaven on earth, and she prayed when she opened her eyes that the euphoria still remained.
Chapter 13
Drake slipped his foot into his boot. Jillian’s humming from the bathroom put a smile on his face. The woman was a hellcat in bed. They’d fucked in the shower, on the floor, against the window, on the bed, over the dresser, against the wall and she rode him while he sat in the excuse the hotel called a lounge chair. She was a bendy little thing, and he loved that she wanted to feel him. Some women he’d been with would complain he was too forceful, but not Jilly. She ticked every box he had or thought he had. Beautiful, fun, intelligent, sexy, wanton even, and fuck him standing, she liked to be spanked. His grin turned wicked. Naughty, naughty, Jilly.
She bounced out of the bathroom and smiled at him. “Ready?”
“I was ready a half hour ago.” He popped her on the ass as he walked by to get to the suitcases.
“Bull. I believe you had me bent over the vanity in the bathroom thirty minutes ago.” She swung her purse to her shoulder and lifted an eyebrow in challenge.
Drake scowled and looked at his watch. “You may be right.”
“I know I am.” She picked up the small tote she’d cleared out. They would put the faraday cage inside the innocuous looking piece of luggage and haul it with them on their drive back to South Dakota.
In between screwing each other’s brains out and eating the buffalo wings and egg rolls they’d ordered in, they plotted the path for their adventure using his phone and maps.
"I never would have combined wings and egg rolls." He popped the last half of an egg roll into his mouth and crunched it down.
"Something about the crunch and sweet and sour sauce that goes so well with the heat of the chicken." Jillian acknowledged as she licked her fingers, cleaning the fire sauce from a wing away. Drake followed the motion as she sucked her thumb into her mouth. His cock stirred against his jeans. He shook his head to clear it before he gazed over the mess strewn across the small coffee table. So far, they'd only succeeded in planning where they would stop tonight. He’d thought with their combined IQ’s that they’d be able to plot the way easily, but Jillian had a serious attention deficit disorder working. Every time he tried to get her to look at the map, she’d find a way to distract him. Not that he was complaining, because her distractions were sexy as hell, but the tenacious way she diverted the conversation from the next leg of their journey hinted that something was off. After they retrieved her work, they’d have plenty of time to talk.
The rental agency met them with a pickup van and drove them to the office where Drake dropped his credit card and rented the largest SUV on the lot. Was it overkill? Maybe, but after being crammed into Jillian’s nod toward economic and environmental salvation, he needed to once again exert his testosterone-fueled machismo. A black SUV, the size of an M1 Abrams tank, would suffice.
Jillian gave him directions to the bank, and they were the first customers through the doors. Drake flashed the Guardian badge fixed on his belt. The light jacket he threw on disguised his shoulder holster where he carried his Glock. He’d be damned if he was going to fish in his boot for his weapon if shit went south. He didn’t think it would. Whoever was looking for Jillian couldn’t have found them and anticipated where they would go in the short amount of time they’d been in San Jose. Jacob agreed, but they decided on a show of force anyway. The PSO who’d been watching over them at night was outside the bank in case they needed help. Mark was at the airfield waiting for another pilot and clearance to fly Gracie back home.
He assumed they waited for the office workers to finish coffee. It was the only reason he could think of to make them wait twenty minutes when there were no other customers. Especially since they knew Jillian had a protective detail with her. She provided her identification to access her box while he hovered. He followed her like a sentinel, drawing several glances from the tellers. He could tell he was worrying the mousey man who escorted her into the room, not a vault, where her deposit box was located.
“The number?” the man asked, as his eyes darted toward Drake for the tenth or eleventh time since they’d started this short walk.
“Three-seventy-seven.” She glanced at Drake and smiled.
“Of course, ma’am.” The man produced a ring of keys and thumbed through them until he reached the one that would work with her key. It took a moment because the man dropped his key ring and had to go through the process again. Finally, he inserted his key, unlocked the drawer and pulled it out. “Do you require assistance?” he asked, lowering his hand to lift the lid off the interior compartment.
“No,” Drake spoke for the first time and with crisp authority. Both Jillian and the bank officer jumped. Jilly put her hand over her heart and laughed, almost falling on top of him. Once again, her laugh encompassed her entire being. The mousey man smiled and chuckled when Jillian snorted. Her hand flew to her face, and she started laughing harder. Drake shook his head at the antics of his woman. His. Woman. His feelings of possession were something of a revelation, and he wrapped an arm around her. She waved at the banker as he left and lifted the lid to the box.
“You get to lift this out since you told him I didn’t need any help.” Jillian held the security deposit box to keep it from lifting as Drake gripped the handle of the case. It was wedged in pretty tightly, but he managed to extract it with minimal effort. The case weighed twenty to twenty-five pounds. He set it on the table and waited for her to open it. She entered a five-digit code at each clasp and then slid the bar under the clasp to release the airtight seal.
Jillian lifted the lid and smiled. “Drake, I’d like to introduce you to my best work to date. Meet Delbert.” She slipped on a pair of white cotton gloves that were stuffed into a small compartment of the case and lifted a photovoltaic cell. “With a little electromagnetic radiation, this guy will produce as much electricity as forty, five-foot by three-foot, solar arrays.”
The idea behind the mechanism impressed him more than the device itself. He couldn’t wait to see it in action. “Delbert. You’re sticking with that name, huh?"
Jillian dipped her chin and waggled her eyebrows. "Yup."
Drake chuckled at her antics. "Alright then, I want you to walk me through the science you put into Delbert once we get clear of here.” He dropped a kiss on her upturned lips. “You’re brilliant, Doctor Law. Brilliant and beautiful and a sex fiend.”
They missed most of the traffic on Interstate 280 South although there was a slowdown where South Seventh Street merged in. Drake set the vehicle’s GPS once they merg
ed onto 680 and relaxed into the seat. No one followed them that he could see.
The vehicle’s phone system announced an incoming call. Drake hit the button on the steering wheel to answer.
“Hey! I got you on GPS. Why are you going north?” Jewell’s voice filled the vehicle.
“We are heading to Yellowstone.” Drake glanced at Jillian. Was it his imagination? No, she looked upset. He gave her a questioning look. She cocked her head at him like he should know why she was pissed.
“No way! I so want to go to Yellowstone! Can I join you?”
“Sure, anytime.” Drake jumped at the punch in the arm he received. “Shit!”
“Shit, what’s shit? Do you have problems?” He could hear Jewell’s fingers scrambling across the keyboard.
“No, just something unexpected.” Drake cast his eyes toward Jillian. She was not happy. What in the hell. Oh. Oh!
“You need to bring Zane to Yellowstone with you. You know, your husband…the big handsome guy you’re head-over-heels for.” he glanced at Jillian and lifted an eyebrow, “He’d love the area.”
“Ha! He is so busy with his side of the job that a vacation won’t happen for at least a year, but take pictures. I’ll live vicariously through your adventures. I have Doctor Law off the grid. Completely. Her credit cards, cell phone, hell even the GPS on her little car is turned off. Anyone looking for her will find nothing but a big black hole where she once existed. I’ll turn it all back on or uncover it once this shit is over, but for now, there is absolutely no reason to stress. You are free and clear. Say hi to Yogi and Boo-Boo for me.”
“That’s Jellystone, Jewell, not Yellowstone.”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s gotta be somewhere up there. Hey, Jade also wanted me to tell you that she is repeating the last message she sent you as of ten o’clock this morning. I do not know what that means, and I forbid you from telling me.”
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