The Homecoming

by Jordan Silver

  "We have work baby."

  I love the way she calls me that, it's so cute; I nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent before letting her go.

  "I know we have work but I couldn't help myself, you look so sexy when you're all focused and in investigator mode."

  "We just had sex like two hours ago you can't be hungry again already."

  "I'm always hungry for you princess, now get back to work so we can finish up and I can have you again."

  I can't believe how she still blushes after all the times we've been together. She's still so shy around me it makes me wonder if she'll ever outgrow it.

  "It seems this Riley guy was working on some top secret technology stuff for the past two years or so. At the time of his disappearance he was working on something to do with the space program.

  Whatever it is, if it gets into the wrong hands it could undo almost twenty years of R and D on our side."

  "Let me see that, how did you get this shit so fast?" I perused the paper she'd been reading and saw where she'd highlighted some things and underlined others.

  I knitted my brow as I tried to make heads or tails of what I was looking at. There was a lot of scientific mumbo jumbo that I didn't have the slightest clue about, but I did get the gist of the report.

  Basically our officials had stumbled across something that they didn't want the other world contenders to know about just yet, but one glaring question still remained.

  "What the hell does any of this have to do with the FBI, this seems more like the men in black if you ask me, something isn't adding up here."

  "You're right, I don't think he was FBI, I think he was working with them in some capacity along with other agencies.

  Look here, you see this number, this is a high clearance number, which means Riley had access to top secret classified information at the highest level.

  Now what he had going with the FBI is another story, we'll have to find that out and trace his steps within the agency."

  "So if he wasn't FBI what the hell are Carter and Everett doing here, and where are the people he actually worked for?"

  "You have to understand Donovan, some of these agencies like to stay hidden from the public; we might never find out who he actually worked for. Believe me, I've seen this before. To keep their identities hidden and stay above the public's radar, they'll leave one of their own swinging in the wind."

  "That's fucked; so we might never find out the whole truth is what you're saying."

  "Pretty much, but hopefully we'll be able to find out who killed him."

  "Now the next big question, if this guy had high clearance and he was in the middle of working on something at the time of his murder, did his killer get his hands on something that our government would rather he didn't, and if so what and where is it?"

  Chapter 19

  I hate to admit it but letting Shania in on the investigation was proving to be a good move. She really does live up to her nickname of bloodhound; my baby is a tenacious little thing. It was a kick to watch her in action, then again I liked seeing her do anything at all, but when it came to investigating she was truly in her element.

  On the phone she was forceful and demanding and she came up with questions that I have to admit would've never entered my mind.

  Then again, as a law enforcement officer there were some lines I dared not cross, Shania just plowed right through them.

  But what I found most fascinating about the last few days, is how at home she was in my house, it's like we've lived together for a while instead of less than a week.

  I couldn't even begin to imagine waking up in the morning without her there, though she was a bit of a grouch if she didn't have one of those sissy drinks first thing.

  Thank heavens I had a cappuccino machine, or I'd probably end up wearing breakfast on many a morning. She was just that ornery before she had her fix.

  Now here she is sitting on my bed with the pillows piled high behind her, her hair in a messy ponytail held together by a pencil, one of my old college tees falling off her shoulder and a pair of purple socks that had seen way better days all but slouching off her feet.

  It was the perfect ending to a pain in the ass day, to come home to her in my bed.

  It’s a good thing she's working the case now too, since I hadn't had time to give to it.

  Seems the coyotes were up to their shit again and I was knee deep in illegals, who were scared out of their fucking minds, didn't hardly speak any English and had spent their last I'm sure very hard earned cash to get here.

  It was difficult to be indifferent when faced with young hungry men and women who were just looking for a better life.

  So with that headache (which I'd known was going to be an issue again after I'd busted up the last ring just not this damn soon) on top of everything else, I really didn't have time to devote to Boyd Riley.

  Carter and Everett have been busy too it seemed, if the captain's informal reports were anything to go by.

  Time of death had been determined and coincided with a scheduled meeting the agent was supposed to have; problem was that now no one knew who with.

  Apparently the FBI was busy scouring his private life to see if the situation stemmed from something personal, but I was more inclined to believe that it had to do with his work.

  "Found the money."

  "Sorry what?" I think I'd spazzed out for a minute there just looking at her. She looked so young and so damn innocent, I almost felt guilty for some of the things I'd done to her in bed this last week, almost but not quite.

  "Earth to lieutenant Chase, where'd you go?"

  "I'm right here sweetheart, now what's this about money?"

  “That trace you had running; I got a hit, but there's a problem."

  "Yeah, what's that?" I walked closer to the bed from the doorway where I'd been studying her. "Well, according to what you told me earlier today, this transaction was made after his time of death."

  "Let me see that, son of a bitch, do we know where it came from?"

  "Still trying to figure that one out, it looks like a setup, the money's been bouncing all over the place from one dummy account to the other."

  "It had to originate somewhere, keep running it, it seems like a piss poor amount of money to risk your life for."

  "Yeah, fifty grand doesn't cut it for me either, more like whoever did it did it to throw us off the scent. Make Boyd look dirty so we'd be less inclined to go digging much farther.

  You know, dirty agent, got what he deserved. The person also thinks like a first string criminal or an idiot, either that or they think the people working the case are idiots, because that trick wouldn't work on an eighth-grader." She frowned down at the printouts in front of her.

  "Sounds like an asshole I know." I mumbled it under my breath because even when I was bashing Carter the prick, I didn't want her giving him a moment's thought.

  “What was that?” thank heaven she was too busy studying the printouts to have been paying me too much mind.

  "Oh nothing, just tired, what do you say we put this away for now and go play in the spa?"

  "Thought you said you were tired lieutenant."

  She gave me a sweet sexy smile as she tossed the files she'd been reading.

  "Never too tired for my girl." I pulled her by her ankles until her legs were spread and I stood between them.

  "What do you have on under there little girl?"

  "Why don't you come and see?"

  She bit her lip and rubbed her leg against mine; I walked my fingers up her thigh until they met the crease of her hip. With my thumb I felt around looking for the elastic of a panty leg and found none.

  "Hmm, is it a thong maybe?"

  "Keep searching officer." She teased me with a little shy wiggle.

  Bare silky smooth skin, that's what my thumb encountered as I kept going. I used that same thumb to play back and forth over her clit until it became swollen and dewy. I went down, down, down until it slipped inside h
er heat.

  "Oh..." She raised her hips pushing her warmth against my hand.

  "That feels amazing." Her voice had that breathy quality to it that always let me know when she was nice and heated.

  I pulled out my thumb and with our eyes locked licked her juices from my finger. She flushed pink and moved on the bed.

  "The spa can wait." Getting to my knees I pulled her closer to me with my hands under her ass, running my nose over her little button, inhaling her sweet aroma.

  I opened her with my thumbs before delving in with my tongue. Her hands came down to grab hold of my hair as I proceeded to make a feast out of her.

  Her soft moans, her intoxicating tastes, she made me insane with my need for her. I wanted to possess her completely, the need to bond with her was overpowering.

  I was up and over her, pants off and cock in hand at the ready.

  "Hang on baby this might be a little rough." I slammed into her, that's the only way I could word it, her tightness grabbed onto me like a fist, hot, wet, smooth and so fucking sweet.

  "Stay with me." Her eyes were closing but I wanted them open, I wanted to see every moment of pleasure reflected there.

  "Too much, it's too much...I can't..."

  "Never...too...much...."

  My growled words were punctuated by my heavy thrusts as I claimed her body. My head was spinning from sensory overload as my tongue mimicked the action of my cock in her mouth.

  If I could I would stay inside her forever, but alas she felt too good for me to last much longer. We came together, her nails digging into my back as I covered her much smaller body with mine.

  "Well lieutenant." She panted out of breath as I slipped my semi hard cock out of her wetness. "I'd say that was a very good start."

  "Brat."

  Chapter 20

  DONOVAN

  "So how're things going with Shania?"

  I've been cornered in my office by the Spalding boys; I can't say this visit is much of a surprise, just because they'd given me the go ahead didn't mean I was off the hook, I'm just glad the chief hadn't tagged along.

  My family was already chomping at the bit to have us over for dinner or even just drinks, but I'm putting them off for now.

  I didn't want her becoming overwhelmed this soon in our relationship, and knowing my mom, all the talk would probably be about weddings and babies.

  I'd sorta picked up on that when I'd told her about the change in our relationship and her response had been it's about time, right before she'd launched into her pitch for grand kids.

  It's one thing for me to tell my woman we're getting married after such a short amount of time, but quite another for my mother to start pressuring her. So now I'm facing her brothers who decided to launch a blitzkrieg.

  "Just great Justin why?"

  "Well she came to the house yesterday..."

  He didn't say anything else, just left it hanging there while he looked at me with his chin propped on his hand.

  Meanwhile, the others were lined up on my wall, arms folded, and one leg on the wall behind them; yeah, okay, I know what this is.

  "And?" I rolled my finger in the air in the universal sign for go on.

  "Where's the ring dude?"

  I busted out laughing; I couldn't help it, he looked so irate, like I should've known what he was getting at all along.

  "Sorry, didn't mean to laugh in your face but you should see your faces."

  "Well, what's the deal bro, you don't plan on shacking up with our little sister and expect us to just let that shit slide do you? I mean this is Shania."

  I reached into my inside jacket pocket and just threw the velvet box on the table.

  Justin's chair legs hit the floor at about the same time his brothers left the wall.

  "Fuck bro; the candies and flowers and all that other shit was bad enough, but you put this boulder on her finger what's the rest of us chumps supposed to do to follow in your footsteps?"

  "That's not my problem brother; so what do you think, think she'll like it?"

  "She's a female, of course she'll like it." Matt took the six and a half carat solitaire out of the box to study it closer.

  "Fucker just likes making the rest of us look bad." Derrick studied it as it was passed to him for inspection.

  "Yeah you shit, we don't all have the Chase billions behind us, how are we supposed to face our women with our inferior dime store shit when the time comes?"

  "You're so full of shit bro, in fact all of you are. I happen to know how well your construction company is doing, since I'm the silent partner, so go sell that shit somewhere else."

  "Okay forget that, why is the boulder in your pocket instead of on her finger, you chicken shit, I thought you already asked her?"

  "I did and she said yes, but it's just that the timing's all wrong with this murder thing and now Carter being here. I don't want anything to mar our happy moment you know."

  "That shit's whacked bro, give your girl her ring, nothing will mar that trust me. I know my sister, nothing's gonna take away from this for her, not to mention the fact that dad will be the next one in here."

  "Fuck I hadn't thought of that."

  "Yeah, and since we're all still pretty pissed that Carter the fuck got in under our radar he's a little raw.

  Only reason he's let things go on for so long without saying anything is because it's you bro and like I told you that first night, we all pretty much know where you stand even if you're too lily livered to man the fuck up."

  "Take it easy with the insults will ya Jus." Fucking guy has always been a pain in my ass. I should’ve known though, to expect a visit.

  Friends or not, I was a little surprised they’d let me have her before the wedding night, damn annoying asses.

  "So we clear here, you'll give her the ring and forget about this waiting shit? Cause trust me bro, dad will not think twice about coming to your house and taking her out."

  "I'd hate for him to try that because she's not going anywhere...so I guess I'm giving her-her ring sooner than later."

  "Good man. Now where are we with the case?"

  "What you didn't pick your sister clean for info?"

  "Come again?" Matt bent over and into my face; Uh-oh looks like someone forgot to let the overprotective males in her family in on her new interest.

  "She didn't tell you?"

  "No you tell me."

  "Listen Matt, this wasn't my idea and you know how your sister is. If I didn't let her, she would've gone behind my back and worked the shit anyway, so I figured it was best to work with her ya know."

  "Fuck, she's working the case, I thought you had better control of the situation than that bro?"

  "Get the hell outta here Justin, I've known you guys my whole life remember, when have any of you ever been able to deny the women in your family anything?"

  "That's different bro, you're her man you're supposed to put your foot down and shit, that's how it works, we need to give you lessons in this shit now too?"

  "Alright hot shot, why don't you ask your dad when's the last time he put his foot down with Ms. Betty?"

  They all grumbled under their breath because they knew I had a point.

  In all the years I'd known this family, as hard as the men were, they were putty in the women's' hands.

  Not that it was any different in my own family, that's just the way things were. The hardest bad asses were softies when it came to their women folk.

  "Okay she's taken your nuts and is now working the case, any progress?"

  I ignored the crack about my nuts and concentrated on the last part of the statement.

  "Well so far we've found a money trail that smells like a setup. We know that our guy wasn't a fed, but worked with them in some capacity, which we're in the process of figuring out.

  We did learn what he was working on though, which has me kind of worried.

  So far we haven't been able to find out who he was working with initially, but one of Shania's c
ontacts found out that he was working on a top secret security issue.

  The thing is, whatever information he had when he met with whoever he was supposed to, is now in the wind."

  “Top secret you say? I don’t like the sounds of this, now I really don’t want her anywhere near this shit.”

  “I’m on top of it Matt, you don’t think I got my woman after all this time to let anything happen to her, do you?”

  “See that you keep her safe and out of trouble. We’re counting on you to corral her and keep her ass quiet. I’m getting too old for this worrying shit.”

  “I hear you bro, trust me I’ve got a plan.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?” I smiled before answering because I wasn’t sure if he’d like my answer any more than he liked her profession.

  “I’m planning to have you four knee deep in new nieces and nephews for the next fifteen years at least.”

  Chapter 21

  SHANIA

  Donovan's so cute, mom called and told me that the boys had been by the station ganging up on him, but he hasn't said a word.

  Just came home and kissed me hello and headed off to the shower. He's all man so I'm sure he can handle my infuriating brothers, though I'd sure like to know what they'd talked about.

  My life has never felt this complete. I’d once loved to lose myself in my work. Nothing got me more excited, or got my juices flowing like a good story to stick my teeth into.

  Now I find that seeing Donovan at the end of the day was the most exciting thing in my life, even with a fascinating story to keep me occupied.

  This case was turning out to be a doozy too. There were enough twist and turns for an espionage flick.

  The most troubling thing though was what Riley had been working on. The space program was a very sensitive subject for some, and though most people had no idea what it was really all about, those who knew would be mortified if they even thought highly classified information had fallen into the wrong hands.