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by S. E. Rose

  I pull back and thrust inside her again and again, harder each time. I lose myself in the motion, the feeling of her overwhelming heat and the silky wetness of her body clinging to mine.

  “Jesus, you feel so fucking good, beautiful,” I say to her as I lift her hips to allow myself to go even deeper. I bend my knees slightly and slam into her all the way, feeling the entrance of her womb against the tip of my cock. I groan at the sensation and continue pumping against her. I can feel her getting wetter, hotter. Her spasming muscles tell me she is close.

  “Not yet, baby,” I say, slowing my speed. She groans in frustration. I want her to come with me. I need to feel her clenching my dick as I spill my seed inside of her. I want to mark her as mine in the most primal way possible.

  I begin to increase my speed once more and her muscles start to spasm again. This time I’m close. I reach around her and flick her clit over and over until she’s crying out my name and her body is clamping down on me so hard I’m not sure if I can physically come. White-hot sensations sear through me, and then I’m exploding inside of her, my body jerking violently as I do so. I roar her name and collapse on top of her, spent and sated.

  I remain that way for a few minutes until her pulsing subsides as does mine and our bodies are limp and relaxed. I pull out of her and watch my come drip down her legs. I don’t know why I find that so fucking hot, but I do. I suddenly want to lick her pussy. I want to clean our combined orgasms from her. I bend down and spread her legs further. I can feel her legs tremble as I do so. I plunge my tongue inside her, tasting us, and she cries out again. I rotate between sucking her clit and plunging inside her and when she starts to tremble further, I pulse my tongue against her and ram two fingers inside of her finding that spot deep inside her front wall that will push her over the edge.

  This time, she comes violently, her body is shaking, convulsing really, but her scream is silent as her juices slide down my fingers, coating them. Everything about her is so fucking sexy and I want back inside her so badly I’m not even thinking as I spin her around and lay her across the dresser. I place her legs on my shoulders and ease back inside of her. Her eyes pop open from their half-closed lust. It takes a second for her body to acclimate to my size, but I don’t wait, I move frantically. I’m chasing my release. I lean over her and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard and she cries out.

  “Oh God, Nick, I’m going to come again,” she pants as her body trembles.

  “Then come,” I urge as I grunt and slam into her with such speed and such force her body moves across the top of the dresser. I have to hold her legs to keep her from hitting her head on the wall.

  She grips the edge of the dresser and presses her body against me. I can feel my balls slapping her ass and the feeling of it overcomes me. My balls draw up tight as I roar and pour myself into her again. My motions are so violent, so rapid I barely register her cries and her body going languid beneath me.

  Everything is silent except for our ragged breathing. I pull out of her and help her to her feet. I take her hand and pull her to the bathroom. I let her walk inside the room first, so I can swat her on the ass. She jumps a little and turns, giving me a chastising look, but I can tell from her eyes that she likes it. She attempts to cover her grin and heads to the shower to turn it on for us.

  There’s nothing quite like it, holding her naked body against mine. She feels so right in my arms like she was designed solely to be there.

  I gently clean her and she returns the favor. I wash her hair, twice at her request.

  “I can’t get the smoke smell out of it,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears.

  “Hey, come here,” I say to her once I have it rinsed. I pull her against me and turn off the water. I dry us and carry her to the bed, tucking her against me and wrapping my arms around her tightly. I kiss her on her cheeks, nose, and her lips. Her lips are so soft, and plump from my ministrations on them for the past hour.

  She feels amazing, but that look on her face tells me her shock has worn off, and she’s scared.

  “It’ll be OK,” I coo as I run my hands through her hair. “We’ll be alright.”

  “How do you know?” she asks, her eyes wide.

  “I just do,” I say to her, kissing away the salty wetness on her face.

  “I…Nick, I need to tell you something,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her in the silent room. I press my fingers under her chin and raise her head up, so our eyes meet.

  “What, beautiful? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” I ask her. She looks down unable to meet my gaze, and I pull back. Something is wrong, and it unnerves me. “What’s wrong, Melissa?”

  She sucks in a deep breath and sits up, startling me a bit. The look on her face is so serious.

  “Remember you asked me about my sister?” she asks me, finally looking me in the eye again.

  “Yes,” I say slowly, confused.

  “Her name was Molly,” she starts, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “She had just turned sixteen. She and her best friend went to Cleveland for the day. God, she begged my dad to let her take the car. He was very hesitant, but eventually, agreed. They went to the mall and met some guys. The guys were foreign, which they thought was cool, so they hung out all day with them. After a while, the guys separated them. Molly was never seen again. Her friend got away from the other guy and found mall security. They found a lot of blood at the cargo area in the back of the mall. Too much blood for someone to survive they assumed,” she stops. “I know about the data, Nick.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “What about the data?”

  “I’m sorry. I overheard. I didn’t realize until I saw the stuff up on that computer. Saeed, he is Mark, the man who took my sister. And his brother is Mohammed. I didn’t put two and two together until then. I swear. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how and then everything happened and…I’m sorry,” she croaks. Her eyes are filled with tears.

  “That night at Jesse’s house, I went for a walk because I was trying to figure out how to tell you. I didn’t know how to do it,” she continues as the tears come streaming down her face. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispers, her big eyes fixed on mine.

  “Shhhh…,” I breathe as I pull her back against me and hold her. I can’t lie; my head is spinning from this new information. “I’m not mad, Melissa. A little shocked, but not mad. I wish you would have said something sooner.” I try to take this new information in and wrap my head around it. My poor girl has been carrying around an awfully big burden. I can see the pain in her eyes. I just can’t be mad at her, not right now. Not to mention that I’ve been keeping a lot from her too. The information rolls around in my brain for a few seconds before the neurons start firing, and I pull back and gaze at Melissa.

  “Vanessa…,” is all I manage to say.

  Melissa nods slowly. “Yes. I think she recognizes me, but it’s so out of context. It’s been so many years…” She trails off.

  “She thought you looked familiar,” I murmur. “She was right.”

  Melissa nods against my chest again. “Do you think the data shows what happened to her?” Melissa asks.

  I shake my head. “No, the data is new, but…Melissa, we need to tell Jack this information,” I say to her. “We need to tell everyone.”

  “I know,” she says softly. “I…I just don’t want them to hate me. I really love your family, Nick.”

  And that’s what this is about, the fear she has isn’t about telling me the truth, it’s about disappointing the people she’s come to care about. I study her face, my thumbs gently wiping away her tears. I rest my forehead against hers and breathe in her sweet smell. My mind reels. I can’t believe that she’s Molly’s sister.

  “They won’t hate you, beautiful. They could never hate you. You are too good, too pure,” I say to her.

  She shakes her head. “I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are,” I say. I glance over and see that it’s quite late
now, and I know many of the family have already gone to bed. “Let’s get some sleep. We can talk to everyone tomorrow morning.”

  “I don’t think I can sleep,” she announces.

  “I bet I can tire you out.” I smirk. She rolls her eyes and the tears stop.

  I reach down between her legs and run my finger up and down her slick slit. She moans, and I press inside of her, feeling her wet for me makes me hard instantly. I lift her one leg over my hip and slide inside of her, this time taking her slowly and gently. She whimpers at each of my thrusts and pushes her hips back against mine. We find our rhythm, each of us chasing our orgasm. Our need and want combine as we move, and it’s like a symphony of sex, the pressure building to a crescendo that resonates around the room and then slowly tapers off at the end.

  I fall asleep holding her to me, not wanting to let go now or ever.

  Chapter 19

  Nick’s Playlist: “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars

  It’s still dark when I wake. Melissa doesn’t stir as I climb out of bed and throw on yet another pair of sweats. Apparently, Bryce has a lot of sweats here because it’s also his training facility. He said this morning his staff would bring regular clothes for everyone.

  I look at Melissa and feel a twinge of guilt. There’s something important that I haven’t told her yet. Something I don’t think about or talk about often, but she needs to know if this is getting as serious as I think it is. I’ve already kept too much from her.

  I go downstairs and find Bryce, Jesse, and Jack sitting on bar stools sipping coffee and talking.

  “Morning,” Jack says to me.

  I nod and grab myself a cup before taking a seat next to them.

  “We all need to talk this morning,” I say to them.

  Jesse looks at me with concern.

  “No, it’s not about today. Melissa…she—”

  “I have something to tell you,” Melissa says, walking into the room, looking sleepy.

  “Oh?” Jack says.

  “We know, you’re staying,” Bryce mumbles as he takes another sip of coffee.

  Melissa holds up a hand. “No. I mean yes, we are staying, but that’s not what I have to tell you.”

  All three men set down their mugs and stare at her. I give her an encouraging nod. She looks at me like she’s physically drawing strength from my mere presence. I want to go to her, to hold her, and to tell her it will be alright, but I know she needs to do this on her own.

  “Jesse, Vanessa commented that I looked familiar to her. And that’s because I am familiar to her,” she begins. “At first, I didn’t know, and then when I did I didn’t know how to tell everyone. Vanessa’s friend who was taken was my sister, Molly.”

  Jesse’s eyes widen, and Bryce and Jack’s mouths hang open at Melissa’s confession.

  “I swear. It was only the other day when I met Vanessa and saw some photos on the computer that I put it all together. I didn’t want to hide it from you all; I swear I didn’t. I just didn’t know what to say.” She stops and looks down at her feet. “I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner, but when I was going to…well, everything happened, and it didn’t seem important after that.”

  Jack stands and walks over to Melissa and puts a hand on her shoulder. She looks up and up and further up until her eyes meet his. Melissa seems small next to me, but next to Bryce and Jack she seems like a small child in stature. “Love, you should have told us. You should have said something,” he says, shaking his head. He pulls her into a hug. “I’m sorry about your sister.”

  “Thanks,” she mumbles against his chest before he pulls away and squeezes her arm once more before sitting back down. “I’ve been trying to track her down on my own for years. I just want to know if she’s alive or dead and what happened to her. So far I haven’t found anything.”

  Jack looks at her again. “I’ve been looking into this for Vanessa,” he says. “I have all the details from her. We haven’t found anything yet, other than Mohammed and Saeed were involved.”

  Melissa nods. “I should…I need to talk to her,” she says in a small voice and looks at Jesse.

  “Yes, you do,” he agrees. “She’s upstairs still, but she’s awake.”

  A motion by the door has us swinging our heads in that direction. It’s Vanessa. She has tears in her eyes. “No, she’s right here,” Vanessa whispers and looks at Melissa. “I knew it was you. I thought maybe I was going crazy, but I knew.” She walks slowly over to Melissa. Melissa’s body goes tense, but when Vanessa sweeps her into a giant hug I can see Melissa’s muscles unclench, and she leans into Vanessa. The two of them begin crying. I motion for everyone to leave them. We all grab our mugs and walk out to the sunroom off the back of the house.

  Lance and Cody are sitting in here talking in hushed voices.

  “What’s up?” I ask them.

  “We’re just talking about logistics for today,” Lance says, clearing his throat.

  “And?” I ask them. They look at each other. I know that look because I’m a twin too.

  “I want to stay with Zoe,” Cody says. “I’m worried about her. And Joanie and Lily will have their hands full with the kids. Zoe’s stubborn, and she won’t complain.”

  “No, it’s a good idea. We have plenty of people here, we could use someone else with them,” Jack says after thinking it over for a minute.

  Cody nods. “I’ll go get them up and ready then,” he says.

  “He’s going to be a good dad,” Jack says to me.

  “Yes, he is,” I agree.

  “We ready for today?” Bryce asks.

  Everyone nods. “Very good. Once we get Zoe, Joanie, Lily, and the kids set up at the other safe house, I’ll debrief everyone who is staying,” he adds.

  It’s a long wait in the sunroom before Vanessa and Melissa join us. Both their eyes are red-rimmed, but they look happy, and I’m so glad for Melissa.

  “Everything alright?” Jesse asks them.

  “Yes, everything is good,” Vanessa says, squeezing Melissa’s arm.

  The rest of the morning becomes a blur. Our clan is separated into two groups. We all say our goodbyes. You’d think we were never going to see them again the way we are acting. I squeeze Lily in a giant embrace.

  “Be careful,” I whisper in her ear.

  She nods. “Don’t worry, I will protect us,” she assures me.

  I smile down at her. “I know.”

  She smiles up at me, and we exchange our thoughts without a word.

  Four new security guys show up and take them in two cars. They don’t go down the main entrance of the property. I turn to Bryce, curious as to his plan.

  “There’s a service road at the back of this property that leads to the adjoining property. We are using that. The house on that property is a good five miles from here. They’ll be safe,” he explains.

  “I see…” I trail off, frowning. “Bryce, we need to talk game plan logistics, now.”

  He nods. “I’ll pull our troops together,” he says and heads back inside.

  We are arranged in the massive dining room, my mom, Jack, Vanessa, Lance, Jesse, Melissa, Baxter, Dean, Pierce, Walsh, Bryce, several other employees of Bryce, and me. Bryce pushes a button on a remote and a screen emerges on the side wall. I mean it literally emerges, like the wall which looked like a wall turns into a screen. It’s a magic trick, although I know it’s probably just some crazy high-tech shit, but still, I’m blown away.

  Bryce pulls up a satellite image of the property. He points to the house with a laser beam.

  “We’re here. Ben will come in at the front gate.” He motions to the front gate. “I have ten of my men stationed around the property. The side gate and the back service road are being monitored by both sensors and video. I have sensors and video at the locations marked on this map in addition to the entrances to the property.” He presses another button and yellow markers appear all over the property, and I mean all over. There have to be at least one hundred of the
m scattered around the ten-acre property. The adjoining property is another fifty acres. And I can see another fifty on that property as well.

  “Shit, this is a fortress,” I whistle under my breath.

  “I don’t do half-assed,” Bryce grunts, and he continues. “At zero nine hundred, my men will take their positions, and at thirteen hundred, we will take ours. Ben is expected to arrive at thirteen thirty, and he is expected to have two cars with him. I had surveillance set up on him this morning when I found his whereabouts. He’s staying at a property off Briggs Chaney. It’s also got quite a security setup, but not like us. So, the plan is Walsh will meet with Ben, saying Hank was called out on a task. He’ll show Ben the actual data and pretend to load a drive for him. However, the drive is a dud and will not actually allow for the interactive component of the data unless it’s synced with a certain computer, which only Walsh has. We’ll set up a wire transfer. One of my men, Josh, will act as the banking authority for us. He’ll come in and help set up the wire transfer. The money is going to a dummy account, which will help us add charges against Ben and hopefully will lead us to the banking web of human trafficking which will help Interpol. We need Walsh and Josh to get Ben to say certain things, everything will be recorded. Once we get that info then Jack will take it to his trusted sources at Interpol and FBI. They are on standby for Jack to make the arrest. Jack has managed to persuade them to stand down until we give the green light.” Bryce pauses.

  “I found the mole,” Jack announces.

  We all look at him. Bryce hits another button and the screen splits. A photo is pulled up on the new screen.

  “Larry Thomas,” Jack says. “He’s a double agent. We’ve known that for a while, but what we didn’t know is he is also a dirty agent and was working with Hank. My colleague at the CIA will be taking him down as we are meeting with Ben.”

  “So, then what?” my mom asks. “What happens after you get your evidence?”

  “Well, I’ll call in the favor, and we’ll send them the evidence. They will arrest Ben. Ben’s already a wanted man here. He will be extradited to the UK and tried for his latest crimes after he is charged by our officials and tried. We have him on attempted murder, kidnapping, theft, breaking and entering, and also human trafficking. Likely he’ll never get out of prison here to make it back to the UK to finish out his current sentence or the additional ones,” Jack adds.