G-Men: The Series

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Then let’s take it slow, but I need to feel your love.”

  He pulled his T-shirt up over his head. I pulled my pajama top up over mine. We sat facing each other on the bed. His hands gently reached over, cupping my chin and pulling my face towards his. We kissed, gently at first, and then allowed the passion to slowly mount. Our tongues explored each other as if it were the first time, as if it was unexplored territory.

  His fingers softly caressed a breast, his thumb circling the nipple and bringing it to erection, then moving to the other. My hands were on his back, rubbing his muscles, his beautifully tattooed skin, loving the feel of him against me.

  He pushed me back gently so that his lips and tongue could capture my breasts. He nipped gently at the nubs, his tongue circling them and making my skin tingle.

  “Umm,” he breathed, huskily, “I want inside of you, baby girl.”

  I raised myself up and he lowered my PJ bottoms. I still had my panties on, as I scooted off of him, so that he could lower his drawstring pants down and off.

  His erect cock sprang free. I wrapped my fingers around it, lowering my lips to taste it. There was no memory of Kyzer at all.

  This was familiar to me. My tongue ran the length of it up and down, back and forth. I swirled around the swollen head of his cock, loving the feel and the taste of him, because he was mine.

  I heard his sharp intake of breath as my teeth gently nibbled the very sensitive area at the tip. I loved it that Taz hadn’t been circumcised. Maybe that was the reason there were no comparisons made between him and Kyzer.

  I felt his fingers pushing the elastic leg of my panties aside to gain entrance. He gently plied the sensitive folds of my womanhood, bringing me waves of pleasure at his touch. This was hot. I felt him insert a finger and then another. I was immediately wet for him. I moaned softly as his fingers hit my special place.

  “I know, baby,” he soothed. “I want it, too.”

  He lifted me up, and placed me over his erection. My panties, pushed aside, gave him access to where he wanted to be. He lowered me gently down onto his erect cock. We were facing each other, my legs parted and wrapped around his hips.

  I heard his soft, husky moan as he filled me with himself. I felt my muscles flexing, squeezing him instinctively. His hands were on my hips, raising me up and down the length of him. My hands were on his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin with the intensity of the pleasure.

  I rode him up and down as he continued to thrust himself inside of me, harder now. My fingernails dug deeper as I reached the peak and began the sweet, descent into my orgasm. He was right there with me, moaning my name, telling me how much he loved me.

  We climaxed together, our lips once again finding each other as we rode it out, one pleasurable release after another.

  Afterwards, I lifted myself up and off of him, and curled up next to him. Our skin was damp from our lovemaking. I traced his treasure trail with my fingers. His arms encircled me protectively. He kissed the top of my head over and over again.

  “I love you, Lindsey.”

  “I love you, Trace.”

  I knew that from here on out, Taz and I’d be fine.

  I believed all of the ugly things that Kyzer had done to me would fade in time, just like the scars of his beating had faded. The love that had blossomed between Trace Matthews and me was too strong to be destroyed by that one awful day in Georgia. The day that Kyzer Stanfield tried to take something that was not his.

  chapter 50

  Taz had sucked it up after his sixty-day suspension, and returned to the bureau. I was relieved. It would not have gone over well with me if he’d walked away from the career that he considered his life-long dream. Things between Taz and Slate seemed to be back to normal.

  I’d transferred to online classes through U of V, so it worked out well; I didn’t have to leave home to attend. My degree program was back on track.

  It was now mid-April, and I’d recently undergone the reversal of the colostomy. It was relatively minor surgery, but for the next few months, I had to monitor my diet and introduce different foods very gradually.

  Taz was attending classes on campus this quarter, so he was gone a couple of nights during the week at school from 6:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m. I finished up on-line, submitting the unit quiz and composition for the week. I powered off my laptop, standing up and stretching. The clock over the mantle in the living room read 9:16 p.m. Taz would be home in a little over an hour. I could handle that.

  I was uneasy on the nights he was gone. I knew it was something I needed to come to terms with, in particular, due to his career. Having been back with the bureau for a few weeks now, he could be going out on assignment any time and be gone for days or weeks.

  I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I returned to the living room and powered on the television to kill time. I heard the crack of thunder outside. A spring thunderstorm was brewing; the wind had kicked up significantly. I could hear branches scraping against the roof on the front porch.

  As it turned out, Taz owned his duplex. He had renters upstairs who were never home, it seemed.

  I wished they were home right now. The occasional sound of their footsteps above or muted sounds of their television or stereo would be a comfort to me at the moment. I pulled the throw from the back of the sofa up over me as I tried to focus on the program I was watching. It was just 9:30 p.m.

  The blare of that horrible sound of the emergency broadcast system came over the television, causing me to jump. My heart thudded. Jesus Christ! The sound of that alert was enough to cause a person to have a coronary.

  I heard the female “computer” voice come across the speakers:

  “The national weather bureau in Fairfax, Virginia has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for the following counties: Montgomery County, Maryland, Prince George County, Maryland, Fairfax County, Virginia, and Arlington County, Virginia until 11:30 p.m. tonight. Heavy rain, with hail, high winds with gusts up to forty miles per hour, and possible power outages could take place. The elements are present for producing tornado or tornado-like conditions. Please stay tuned for further weather monitoring.”

  Beep, beep, beep.

  Well, this was great. Now I was going to worry about Taz being out in this shit.

  I went to the kitchen and refilled my wine glass, scurrying back to the comfort of the sofa, wrapping myself up tightly and staying glued to the television.

  I channel surfed and found a rerun of “Criminal Minds” on the ID station.

  Great—fucking great…keep surfing.

  I could now hear the heavy rain droplets pounding against the living room window. It got louder and louder and I figured it had turned to hail. I got up, twisting the wand to open the blinds and saw the tiny balls of ice hitting the glass and bouncing off.

  I went over and switched the porch light on.

  The night was so dark, shrouded in pure blackness. A flash of lightning crossed the dark sky, seconds later the clap of thunder followed. The lights inside flickered off and then came back within a few seconds.

  I went back to the sofa and snuggled against the pillows. Another flash and the lights went out. I heard the splintering of the tree out front, just before the loud clap of thunder sounded.

  Shit!

  I sat in the darkness and contemplated my next move. I could sit in the dark and wait for Taz, or try and feel my way into the kitchen for a flashlight. I didn’t relish sitting in the dark by myself. It was reminiscent of my ordeal with Kyzer.

  I shivered, opting to get up and feel my way to the kitchen drawer where we kept the flashlight.

  Several flashes of lightning outside coming through the windows actually helped guide me through the hallway to the kitchen. I felt along the countertop until I got to the microwave. The drawer was right below that.

  My hand groped below the counter for the drawer handle. I pulled it open, my fingers fee
ling around inside until I located the flashlight. I switched it on and breathed a sigh of relief when it illuminated. I made my way back into the living room where the sound of the rain and hail still pelting against the glass was even louder.

  I heard a tapping sound now. It was coming from the front door. I lifted the blinds on the window beside the massive oak door to peer out onto the porch. There was no one there.

  I scurried back to the sofa and dove over the arm, wrapping the blanket around me. I hated being alone here in the semi-darkness without Taz. Why in the hell couldn’t he take online classes like I was? Then we wouldn’t need to be apart at night.

  I realized how pathetic that sounded, even to me. Taz had been nagging me to see a therapist since the ordeal. I’d told him I was fine. I usually was fine…not tonight, though.

  I huddled on the couch gazing over to the window, waiting to see the lights of his truck coming down the street, pulling up the driveway into the garage.

  As the next flash of lightning illuminated the sky outside, I saw him. It was first a shadowy figure, then as the sky lit up, I could see his features as he peered into our living room window.

  Kyzer Stanfield!

  I screamed, leaping from the sofa, the flashlight fell to the floor. I ran to the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind me and cowered in the corner of the room.

  My arms were wrapped around my legs, my chin resting on my knees. I rocked back and forth with the spring thunderstorm raging outside until Taz found me there in what seemed like an eternity later.

  I felt him lift me from the corner, wrapping me in his strong arms, and trying to make sense of my hysterical blubbering.

  He finally convinced me that Kyzer Stanfield was nowhere near our home, that he was incarcerated and waiting to stand trial. Taz assured me that I was safe. I was beginning to think that I would never feel totally safe.

  “Lindsey,” Taz said gently, “I want you to see someone, baby. I know that you think you’re fine, but you’re not. You rarely want to leave the house, even with me. I come home tonight and find you cowering in the corner. It’s time you faced what happened, baby girl.”

  I was on his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face buried in his strong chest. I knew he was right. I nodded against him.

  “Alright, then,” he said, kissing my hair. “We’ll find someone tomorrow, okay?”

  “Okay,” I replied.

  Taz lit some of the aromatherapy candles in our room. The power had not come back on, but it didn’t matter. I felt safe and comforted now.

  We crawled beneath the sheets of the bed, the storm still crashing down around us, flashes of lightning coming through the stained glass window over the bed.

  We were both naked, wrapped around each other like every other night. I moved on top of him, straddling his mid-section with my legs. I lowered my face to his and we kissed.

  “I need you to be rough with me,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you to ravage me.”

  I watched as one hand clasped his cock that was already erect. His other arm lifted me up, and turned me so that my back was to him. His fingers plied the folds of my sex, fingering me roughly, as I quickly grew wet for him.

  I felt his hands clasp my hips, lifting me up and settling me down onto his erection. He was fully inside of me now, as his hips bucked up and down and my legs were folded up on each side of him.

  I swiveled my hips, riding him up and down, fast and rough, crying out with pleasure.

  “Lean forward,” he instructed, and I did.

  His hands roughly clasped the cheeks of my ass as he moved me up and down, back and forth. I felt the palm of his hand as he slapped my ass, the sting of his skin against mine, again and again.

  “More?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes,” I said. And he delivered more stinging slaps to my sensitive skin that was warm and flushed pink now.

  Taz raised me up and off of him, I whined.

  “I want to see your face when you come,” he said, turning me to face him, and lowering me once again onto his hardened cock. “I love watching you come, baby.”

  I rocked up and down on his shaft, bending over so my breasts were brushing against him.

  His hands clasped them roughly, massaging the nipples with his fingertips, pinching them until I moaned with the painful pleasure.

  I was whimpering now, ready to come and he knew it. He bucked me up and down until we both screamed out in pleasure as our orgasms unraveled together.

  Afterwards, I cuddled up under his arm, my fingertips lightly tracing his bellybutton.

  “I’m so glad you’re mine,” I whispered against his chest.

  chapter 51

  I was lying on my back on one of the deck chairs by the side of the swimming pool at Darcy’s house. She’d given me an early birthday gift…a string bikini that she told me I totally rocked.

  It was July 4th weekend and I was hanging with Darcy.

  We had been hanging with each other quite a bit as of late. That was because both Darin and Taz were working on a case, together. They had been in Detroit for the past three weeks. I’d heard from Taz last night. The assignment was wrapping up and he thought they’d be home this evening.

  Having Darin gone for three weeks totally flipped Darcy out. I told her she needed to get used to it.

  She said Darin had been as excited as a kid at Christmas with getting a real assignment with Special Agent Matthews.

  According to Darcy, Taz was a legend for what had gone down in Marietta, Georgia nearly six months ago.

  “Your tummy looks as flat and sexy as before,” Darcy commented, taking her place on the chaise lounge next to me. “You’d never know you had that colonoscopy. There’s no scar or anything.”

  “Colostomy,” I corrected, looking at her from beneath my sunglasses.

  “Whatever, the point is, you’re good as new.”

  “I’ve been blessed,” I admitted. “Most of the scars have vanished.”

  “What do you mean most of the scars? I don’t see a one.”

  “I’m not talking the physical scars, Darce. The psychological ones run much deeper. Taz was right about that.”

  “So, have you finished up with the counseling?”

  “Yep,” I said. “Dr. Beatty thinks we have dealt with the demons and I’m good to go.”

  “Speaking of demons, when is Kyzer and Susan’s trial?”

  “It’s not scheduled until this fall. I’m not worried about it. Dr. Beatty thinks I’m strong enough to face the trial.”

  “And what does Dr. Matthews say?” she smirked.

  “He concurs. He’s been my best medicine all through this anyway.”

  “So, did you break down and spoil the surprises you have for him?” she asked, eying my new belly-button ring.

  “Nope, I wanted it to be a surprise, remember? You’re the one that can’t stand surprises.”

  “Let me see if you’re all healed up back there.”

  I rolled onto my side, presenting my butt to Darcy as I lowered the small piece of material that was covering it.

  “That looks so good,” she said. “Taz is going to love it.”

  “He better, because if he doesn’t, I’m letting him know it was your idea.”

  Darcy had convinced me to get a tat on my right butt cheek. It was the Tasmanian devil cartoon, with the name “Taz” scrolled underneath. I knew he would love it. I kissed two fingers and touched the tattoo, giving my Taz a kiss.

  Darcy moaned, rolling her eyes.

  “You guys are so freaking in love,” she said, smiling.

  “So, what’s wrong with that?”

  “Nothing at all. I’m kind of jealous, actually.”

  “Jealous? Why would you be jealous? You and Darin love each other.”

  “We do,” she admitted, leaning back and pulling her sunglasses down from the top of her head where they had been perched, “but you guys are so i
ntense with your love. I mean really intense.”

  “We’ve been through a lot together,” I said with a shrug. “That’s probably the reason. We’re about to go through some new stuff, actually.”

  “Oh, really? Anything you want to share with your BFF?”

  “I really shouldn’t before I share it with Taz, but I could use your opinion, I suppose.”

  “Okay, spill.”

  “I have one more surprise for Taz when he gets home. I’m pregnant.”

  “What?” she shrieked, ripping her sunglasses off to stare at me. “How did that happen?”

  “How do you think, Darcy?” I laughed.

  “I mean you guys weren’t being careful, using something?”

  “Most of the time,” I replied. “Sometimes, we just kind of got carried away. I guess we thought the odds were on our side.”

  “You don’t seem very flipped-out about it.”

  “I’m not,” I replied, rubbing some sunscreen on my face.

  “So, you’re not worried that Taz will be upset?”

  “I guess it’s like this, if Taz is upset, then he’s not the Taz that I know and love. I may not always be the best at judging people, case in point: Kyzer Shitfield, but I feel pretty good about knowing Taz’s character.”

  “So, tell me, how are you going to give him the good news?”

  “Well, I’ve been thinking about that. I’m thinking about making a nice, romantic dinner for us. Then saying something about how much we love one another.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Darcy said, literally on the edge of her chaise hanging on my every word.

  “And then asking what he thought about our love plus one.”

  “Love plus one, hmm, I like that, Linds. I think it’s perfect. So, when are you going to tell him?”

  “Well, now that you know, I suppose tonight when he gets home. I know you can’t keep a damn thing from Darin. So, do me a favor?”

  “Of course, what?”

  “Keep your pie-hole shut until at least tomorrow, okay?”

  “You got it.”

  “And if Taz chooses to tell Darin in the next day or two, tell him to please act surprised?”