by Blue Saffire
Bean puffs out a cute little breath in return. I close my eyes to reel it in. When I open them again, I bend to kiss her soft lips. By the end of next week, this woman will be my wife. There is nothing that is going to stop that, nothing.
My phone rings on the bedside table, where I dumped it when Bean first dragged me in here to strip for me and then commence to sucking the life out of me through my cock. My cock twitches as it is still nestled inside her, with just the thought.
I clear my thoughts when I see an unknown number on my phone. I swipe the phone and bring it to my ear. “You’re looking for me? Come to the address in the text. We’ll talk,” the voice comes through the phone sounding cocky and way too sure of himself.
“Say your prayers now,” I growl.
“No, motherfucker, you’re the one that will need them,” the call ends and I nearly smash my phone.
It chirps with a text and I look at the address. I roll Bean onto her back and slide from her body, so I can get out of bed. I pull the sheet up to cover her body. Moving for the closet, I pull on the first pair of jeans and t-shirt I get my hands on. I shove my feet in a pair of motorcycle boots. I won’t be taking my truck for this one. I need to get there fast.
I unlock my safe and pull out three Glocks. I place one in my left boot, one at my back and the other at my hip. After I have my leather in hand, I head out of the closet. Beans is standing outside the closet and he is whining.
“Not now, boy,” I huff and round him. He lets out a loud bark and I huff in frustration. I look over at Rebecca on the bed to make sure she is still fast asleep. I then turn to chasten Beans. “Quiet Beans, stay here and protect mommy,” I command.
I swear the dog gives me a look, but he listens and goes to jump on the bed at Rebecca’s feet. I shake my head and head for the door. I huff to myself and pull out my phone again. Wyatt was right, I can’t keep running off by myself, but I won’t be calling him.
I’m not dragging my brothers into this, especially not Wyatt and Toby. I’ll handle this once and for all. I text the address to the one person I owe this information to.
“Noah,” I hear called softly.
“Shit,” I mutter and move quickly for the garage. When I get back home, I’ll explain it all.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Where To?
Bean
I am awakened by Beans licking my face. I blink away the sleep and immediately feel bereft of Noah’s heat. Beans in whining quietly at my side, which sends my hackles up. I sit up in bed and look around. Noah is nowhere in sight.
I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I fell asleep with him still inside me. Beans starts to nudge my side and whine some more. I place a hand on his head and pull the sheet up to my chest.
“Noah,” I call out softly and listen for a reply.
I frown and jump off the bed, when I hear his heavy foot falls moving away from me. I wrap the sheet around me as I hurry as fast as my legs will take me. I make it to the inside garage door in time to see the outer door opening and Noah jumping his big ass on his Black Ducati.
“Noah,” I yell, but he revs the bike and takes off. I stomp my foot and scream his name again. “Noah! Motherfucker.”
I turn back into the house and rush into the bedroom. Something is very wrong. I feel it in my gut. Noah is crazy if he thinks I’m going to ignore my gut feeling right now.
I pull on a pair of panties and wiggle into a pair of black spandex. I have on a black tunic top and hoodie within seconds. I shove my feet into a pair of boots. I have every intention of taking Noah’s other Ducati.
I rush for the hidden weapons Noah keeps in the secret panels of our closet. That’s where I placed the sniper rifle my dad gave me after the kidnappings. Noah wasn’t happy, but he relented. I grab my rifle case and sling it over my back. I get ready to close the panel, but think better of it and grab two Glocks. I place one in my boot and the other I slide in a thigh holster and strap it on. My tunic is long enough to cover it.
Once dressed, I head for my purse. Remember, I have had a hunch that something has been up for weeks now. I never thought Noah was cheating or anything, but I just followed my first mind and placed a tracker on his Hummer for peace of mind. Funny thing is, I decided to place one on his favorite bike two days ago, as well.
I pull the receiver to the tracking device out of my bag and head for the garage. I am moving like lightning. I just feel it in my belly something is not right. Damn it, Noah.
As I take off out of the garage, I pray I get to wherever he has gone before it’s too late. I may hate driving cars, but I love riding motorcycles. Noah’s Silver Ducati is just plain sweet. I’ve just always known Dad, and Noah for that matter, would lose their shit if I ever tried to get one. I’m lucky Noah has let me ride his from time to time, but never very far.
Tonight, this monster is going to get me to where I need to go. I floor it, and feel this mechanical perfection purr between my legs. I’m coming, Baby.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Calling Back Up
Bean
The tracker led me right to Noah’s bike. I had no doubt that it would. My stomach dropped when I realized I was in the center of a bunch of buildings and a parking garage. He could be anywhere, I had no choice but to go high.
I knew that was the only way I would have a chance to get eyes on Noah. I didn’t want to call in the family without confirming my suspicions. So, I took to the rooftop of a one of the buildings across from where I found his bike. Instincts told me to try the building that was most central.
It is the tallest building, but it is over the parking garage Noah’s bike was parked in front of. My instincts served me right because the parking lot is right where I found him.
My first indication I had the right place was the blown-out lights on one of the upper levels of the garage. The only lights still illuminating the space are a dim orange like emergency lights. My next, clue I picked up on, were the two men standing at the staircases of the same level as the blown-out lights. My blood ran cold, I knew it, I just knew it.
Something is wrong. Now, as I continue to survey the parking garage through my lens, I use the night scope to peer through the darkness. My body shakes when I find my man. I can’t believe my eyes. I’m stunned into near shock at first.
Noah is so stubborn. I knew something was wrong. Damn it, Noah. I’m not fucking losing you. I’ve waited too damn long to call you mine.
I fight back the tears that threaten to spill. I have no time to be that girl right now. I need to be who Noah has always told me I am. I suck in a deep breath and peer through the lens on my sniper rifle again.
I try not to whimper as Noah comes into view. His dark hair has come loose from his man bun, with strands falling into his face. His face is bloody and sweaty, causing some of the hairs to stick to it. His shirt has been ripped off. I can see the sweat that is covering his chest and arms. His hands have been tied above his head with what looks like rope. He is suspended from the rafters of the parking garage, making the muscles in his arms bulge. Yet, my crazy man has a smile on his lips.
Shit, shit, shit. I need to get him out of there before he does something crazy. There is no way I can get him out of there alone. There are too many of them to pick off without them hurting Noah, before I get them all.
I won’t chance it. Oh, God, please let me have enough time. I continue to silently pray as I dial for help. My fingers are shivering while I place the call. It is as I watch my fingers tremble that it registers with me that I’m getting soaked in the pouring rain. I don’t even know when it started.
I blink away the water dripping into my eyes and wipe my wet hair out of my face. I bring my shaky hand to my ear and wait. It’s the middle of the night. Wyatt is probably sleeping, but I need him, Noah needs him.
If Noah would have just let Wyatt know what he was about to do in the first place, we wouldn’t be here right now. His brothers always have his back. What is this about, why would
he do this alone? Fuck, Noah had to know this was a set up. His ass just thinks he is invincible. If I hadn’t followed him…I shake my head not even wanting to think about it.
“Damn it, Noah,” I murmur softly to myself.
~B~
Wyatt
“Oh God, Wy, I’m coming,” Nellie cries out as her nails drag down the backs of my thighs.
I love pregnant pussy. My eyes roll in my head as I pound into her from behind. My hand is spanning her protruding belly. My wife is sexy as hell with my son in her womb. I growl just thinking about her being swollen with the seed I put there.
Nora has been a little cock blocker all day, it’s like her little butt knew daddy wanted to get laid. Nellie says she knows her little brother will be here soon, and she is just trying to soak up as much attention as she can. Nora is always stapled to Nellie’s side these days.
As soon as I put Nora’s little butt down to sleep, I had my hands on Nellie. Don’t get me wrong, I love my little girl. Nora is the light of my day. Her little smile melts my heart every time. She is smart as fuck and very inquisitive. I can’t believe it has only been a year and nearly eight months since she was born. Nora is becoming my big girl.
However, Daddy’s little princess has learned to sleep through the night and I have plans for these precious hours. I cannot believe Nellie’s pussy feels tighter than before she had Nora. I grit my teeth as she comes around me. I swear my vision blurs. I grab a hand full of hair and tip Nellie’s head back so that I can look in her eyes.
“I love you so fucking much,” I groan before I cover her mouth. I continue to pump in and out of her, while her walls tighten around me and her juices soak my shaft.
I can feel her spiraling into multiples as I grind my hips. It is just what I need to coax me over the edge. I spill into my wife with a grunt of satisfaction. I’m not nearly done with her, but I know I need to give her a minute. My little guy has her winded easily this pregnancy.
He’s going to be a big one, I think to myself as I roll onto my back, bringing Nellie with me. As soon as I catch my breath, I’ll just go have a peek on Nora, it is still a habit from since she was born. My little princess sleeps hard when she does knockout. I smirk to myself as I think of the octaves I plan to get Nellie to, on our next round. Nora has learned to sleep right through Nellie’s night time singing.
“You are so going to check on her, aren’t you,” Nellie giggles from my chest.
“I’m thinking about it,” I chuckle.
“She is so spoiled. You guys never put her down when she was a little baby… actually. Someone is still always coddling her. I would have never have thought a little girl could reduce you and your brothers to a bunch of saps. Between Nora and Lulu, you guys just can’t help yourselves.”
“Have you seen my daughter? She is too adorable not to fall in love with. Lulu is just icing on the cake for me. My niece and nephew are the world to me. I will spoil them for life,” I say proudly.
I have to admit. I can’t wait for the rest of my brothers to start having kids. I love being an uncle and a father. Noah’s ass better get in gear and knock Bean up. I’m excited for this wedding next week. I know this mess with someone threatening Bean has Noah all uptight, but it will be resolved soon. I can feel it.
I kiss the top of Nellie’s head and get lost in thought. I just want to lie here a little longer before I head to check on my baby girl. I don’t realize that I have drifted off to sleep until the phone rings on my nightstand.
I reach for the phone and lift it to my ear. I know it has to be one of my brothers. Dad is in Ireland with Mom. Dad was there already on business and Mom left early to get things settled for the wedding.
We are using one of my mom’s brother’s estates for the wedding. Noah is Uncle Jonah’s favorite. He insisted the wedding be there when Mom called over with the news.
The rest of us are supposed to leave out in a few days. I can’t wait to get over there and get into some trouble with my cousins, it’s going to be a blast. When the Blacks, O’Briens, and McGowans get together its nothing but fun and debauchery. Mom’s side of the family is just as crazy as Dad’s.
“Hello,” I say groggily into the phone.
“Wyatt, thank God. I need your help. We don’t have much time, they are going to kill him,” I hear rushed into the phone.
I sit up immediately and my brain starts to wake. “Bean?” I question. “Calm down, Sweetheart, what’s going on? Who is going to kill who? Where are you? Where’s Noah?”
“They have Noah, Wyatt. They are going to kill him. I followed him here. He’s been telling me everything is fine, but I didn’t have a good feeling, so I followed him. I placed a tracker on his bike a few days ago. It’s one from the office, so Felix should be able to get a hit on it.
“I’m on the roof across from the parking garage they have him in. I can see them through my scope. It’s too many for me to take out on my own without putting Noah in danger.”
Bean is talking so fast her words are running together, but I get the gist of what she is saying. Someone has fucked up. They have my brother. Noah’s ass didn’t call me once again. I knew this would happen. I just told him this when we were together. I’m out of the bed and tugging on clothes before she finishes her words.
“Sit tight. Anyone so much as twitches, you blow their fucking heads off. I mean it Bean, don’t hesitate, you light that motherfucker up. This is Noah, he’ll be fine. We are on the way,” I command and end the call.
I send out an emergency text to my brothers. Next, I call Felix as I suit up. I look to see Nellie knocked out in our bed. I’ll be back before she knows it. I walk over and kiss her forehead. She stirs but doesn’t wake.
“What’s up, man,” Felix says, voice thick with sleep. “I just got your text. What the fuck? Do you think he found him? I wasn’t finding shit all day. I just took a quick break to rest my eyes, Bro.”
“I think it’s him and whoever is helping him. Someone has Noah in a parking garage. Bean followed him through one of your trackers. It’s not good. Get a lock on her and move your ass,” I snap into the phone, as I head to my little girl’s room. She is sound asleep just like her mother. I kiss the top of her head, then I’m out the door.
Never a dull moment around this place, I tell you. Looks like we’ll be getting those answers we’ve been waiting on. It’s time for my brother to relax anyway. He’s about to get married. That much is for damn sure.
~B~
Chase
I made it here just in time to get an ear piece in Noah’s ear. That kid was going to just rush in there, guns blazing. I knew something was up right away. It was too quiet.
As I settled on the rooftop and set my scope on the parking garage, he walked into, I saw it. Just like I thought, this was all a set up. Men came out of nowhere and ambushed Noah. I was ready to move in, but he signaled for me to hold my position.
I wish I hadn’t listened. Yes, he was able to get more information since he has been in there, but the problem is their numbers have doubled. I am a trained sniper, but it would take at least two of us to make this happen.
“I don’t like this, Kid. We need to get you out of there,” I whisper into the two-way ear piece.
Noah’s response in the dim lighting is to smile at me and wink. The gesture looks like he is taunting his captors, which he really is, but I know he is also letting me know he is hearing me.
The wind and rain shifts around me and something on the rooftop across from me grabs my attention. I reluctantly take my scope off of Noah to see what exactly is on the other roof. The blood rushes from my face when I see it is not a what, but a who.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As much as I don’t want my daughter here, she is a saving grace until my brothers arrive. I sent a text to Steve and Rob the minute things looked like they were going south.
The next thing I hear come through the ear piece cements what I know my next move will be. “She wants us to torture yo
u until she gets here,” I swing my scope back to my targets and Noah. The man standing in front of Noah with a sharp looking blade is the one talking, with a country twang. I can see him moving his arms with his words. “Some brother you’ve got, to get you in the middle of this. Maybe he will come soon and get you out.” The guy then laughs as if he said something funny.
“Noah, you’re not going to like this,” I say into the two-way. “Bean is here, but I think that is a good thing. She has her rifle. We need to get you out.”
I watch as Noah’s face darkens and his lips tighten. I know he is pissed. There is nothing we can do now. We just have to work together. Noah gives a small nod that no one else can detect.
I lift my phone to my ear. My plan is set in motion the moment the other line picks up. “Baby, listen to me carefully,” I say into the phone.
~B~
Bean
I wipe rain from my face again and look through the scope once more. Wyatt and the guys will get here. They have to. I watch with baited breath as the man standing in front of Noah with a knife moves his arms and points in Noah’s face. I can’t get a good look at the guy’s face.
I wish I could hear them. I can’t even get a read on the guy’s lips because I can’t see them. I can barely see Noah’s face at this point. I groan when Noah pulls his head back and head butts the guy. Shit, Noah, you’re not making this better.
The blade has fallen from the man’s hand with the force of Noah’s head butt. However, a tear slips free and I turn my head, when the guy pulls his hand back to punch Noah. When I look back he is still raining blows to Noah’s face, but Noah is just eating them like nothing is happening.
Pain is in the mind Rebecca; you don’t let them hurt you. You wait and then you hurt them when they least expect it. Those are the words Noah has been telling me since he named himself my drill sergeant and protector.
