One of them growled at me in Spanish, “Ya muévese hombre. No tienes nada que ver en eso. Nada más te causara problemas.”
I pretended to not understand them and said, “I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish. Do you speak English? I'm the new night security, Jason Blue”
The spokesman said, “Just do your job, friend, and we do ours."
So Rick knew what he was talking about. What I had just heard was a warning to ignore what was going on in the loading dock at night. So of course, I needed to find out what was in those boxes. I hoped my curiosity wouldn’t get me in trouble. I decided tomorrow I would sneak a crowbar into my locker so I could open one of the boxes to see first-hand what was being shipped to and from the stove company.
I continued doing my rounds that night, noting the truck and Hispanic men were gone on my next round through the loading dock I ate lunch in the lounge with some of the other guards, but no one talked to each other, much less me, the new guy. When my shift was over, I clocked out, glad to be going home to be with my beautiful girl.
When I returned home, I stopped and checked in with Wilson, and then quickly unlocked the front door and turned off the alarm.
Maeve was already awake and making coffee. Ziva was sitting in the kitchen doorway, where obviously she could keep track of both Maeve in the kitchen and Flower in our bedroom. She gave a low under-her-breath growl when she saw me, so I squatted down and let her sniff my fingers. Finally she rubbed her jaw against my hand and I scratched behind her ears.
Then, I walked over to the coffee pot and pulled two cups off the shelf. I doctored one with cream and sugar for Flower, but left mine black the way I liked it.
“You be careful today, Maeve. Watch your back just a bit. Something’s happening at the stove company. I don't think it has anything to do with us, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.”
She agreed that she always needed to be extra careful, then she spent time I didn't want to spend trying to get me to elaborate. I wouldn't, so as she left, I heard her muttering about obnoxious little brothers. I grinned and took the stairs to Flower two steps at a time, Ziva following closely at my heels.
I stood in the doorway for a while, watching my sweet baby sleeping. As usual, she was curled up in a little ball. She had told me she hadn't slept in that position until after she had been kidnapped, and it hurt my heart every time I thought about what she had gone through.
I had forgotten the coffee in the kitchen, and mentally shrugged my shoulders. That could wait. I went over to her and pulled my shoes off my feet, slipping my clothes off to lay in a puddle on the floor. I slid under the covers and tucked my body around her warm, sweet smelling one. She made a little “Mmmm” noise and uncurled enough to press her butt against my groin, and her head into my chest.
Her hair was everywhere-in her face and mine-and it wrapped around my fingers like a live thing as I tried to stroke her neck.
I loved her hair. It gave Flower an identity of her very own. I could pick her out of any crowd by her beautiful waist length curly hair. I loved it when she was standing naked with her hair down, her breasts and shoulders playing peek-a-boo amongst the thick strands of curls.
Between Flower’s pert ass pressing against my hardening cock, and my mental image of her sweet, tiny breasts, I was ready for my Flower to wake up.
I reached one hand around her and started gently pinching and pulling her beautiful pink nipples till they crinkled into tiny little bumps and valleys. My other hand slipped down her body to her core, then I carefully opened her outer folds with gentle fingers so I was able to give a careful flick to her already delicately protruding wet clit. She moaned lightly, still asleep, and I rubbed tiny circles around her swollen pink nub, with an occasional pinch to add something new. I could just smell the peachy sweet scent that signified the beginning of her arousal.
Then, I felt Flower’s body stretch as one of her hands reached down behind her and wrapped around the steel rod hardness of my cock. I bucked once against her ass cheeks and groaned from how good her hand felt. She was tiny, and her hand didn't come close to encircling my penis, but she had this way of gently running her nails up and down the soft skin covering my hard shaft that made me shiver. It increased my desire for her a hundred times. I wanted to plunge into her steamy pussy that very moment, but I wanted her to have at least one climax before I entered her. She always came first to me, in more ways than one.
I turned her over so she was facing me and immediately engulfed one of her beautiful breasts in my eager mouth, sucking and licking until her nipple stood out hard and long. I then switched to her other breast and did the same thing.
She moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging on strands as she got more excited. “Oh, Blue”, she moaned in a husky whisper.
My fingers had never stopped circling her swollen clit, and now I plunged one finger inside her moist hole, hooking up under her pelvic bone to rub her sweet G spot with each in and out of my finger.
Flower was rocking in time to my motions, and I could feel her tremors clenching around my fingers that meant she was almost ready to come. I took my other hand, reached around to her ass and gave her two hard smacks, one on each butt cheek, leaving two beautiful, perfect pink handprints.
She screamed, and I just couldn't wait any longer, pushing my swelling cock inside her pussy, “You can come now, sweet girl. Whenever you want.”
Her sheath tightened around me, as her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. She shuddered once, twice, and finally a third time, while I held my core motionless, as I wrapped my arms around her so tightly she could hardly move. I had learned that holding her like that gave her a sense of security when she floated in the deep unknown space of her orgasm.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, where we both seemed to be asleep, I heard her tiny whisper of a voice say, “Oh Blue, you make me feel so good”.
I smiled and purposefully lightened the moment by saying, “Well darlin’, I'm glad I could help, but we’re not done yet."
She laughed her raspy little laugh as I rolled her over on top of me without my half-erect penis ever losing contact with her sweet pussy. Now I looked up at her and smirked. “Okay cowgirl, it's time to ride your cowboy,” and I gave her another smack on her butt.
“Blue!” she giggled, but she obeyed me and started moving up and down my hardening shaft. Her tiny breasts jiggled just a bit, with her hair falling around them and down her back. I grabbed some hair at the back of her neck and pulled her head back so her torso was stretched and taunt. Using just my stomach muscles, I sat up and wrapped my arms around my girl and took over the pace. I lifted her up and down on my penis until I couldn't take it anymore.
I rolled once again so she was on the bottom, and plunged into her as hard and fast as I could. I could feel her pussy squeezing in rhythm to my movements. I whispered in Flower’s ear, “It’s time, baby, to come again.”
I felt her entire core contract around me, and she shuddered. Oh God, she felt so good. It was like coming home, she was so hot and tight inside. The rhythmic clenching of her sheath around my cock felt fantastic.
Knowing she had obtained her second release, and ready for mine, paying no attention to anything except our connection, my cock swelled, and I felt my cum spurting over and over, deep inside her.
I finished and fell over to her side so I wouldn't crush her tiny body with my big one. We lay side by side, both breathing heavily and holding hands. She was flushed with a faint sheen of moisture, and her beautiful grey eyes shone almost silver.
“Darlin’,” I said, “It will never matter where I live. As long as you’re with me, you are always home to me."
She sighed and turned onto her side so she could put her head on my chest and hear my heartbeat. “I love you too, Blue.”
I was content and before everything disappeared into sleep, I felt Ziva jump onto the bed and circle her body, lying down w
ith her head resting on my Flower’s foot. I knew she would keep watch while I slept, so I drifted away.
Chapter Five
Krystal
I woke up with my head on Blue’s chest, his heartbeat surrounding me, keeping me safe and secure. Then, I felt a heavy weight across my feet and lower legs and realized it was Ziva. My legs were totally asleep. I kicked at her and all she did was grumble and pull herself more securely onto me. Well, this was not going to work, as I struggled to sit up. Blue tightened his arms around my waist and Ziva wriggled, and seemed to have added 50lbs to her weight.
“Arwk”! I shouted. I couldn't move. Blue woke up with a start and rolled out of bed, standing there, his eyes half shut, bed hair, and totally naked, except for his gun.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" He asked in a slightly slurred voice, thick with sleep.
Ziva moved away from my legs and jumped off the bed. She gave a sharp bark at the bedroom door, and then, her duty done, wandered over to Blue to see what game he might be playing.
I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of my two staunch protectors. Ziva was looking interestedly at Blue, hoping it was time to go out or eat. Blue had finally lowered his gun and was beginning to look more awake.
I told him, “Honey, why don't you go back to sleep? I'll get up and make some breakfast and wake you when it's ready”.
He sighed, “Naw, I'm awake. But I wouldn't turn down pancakes if you made them. Especially blueberry pancakes and some bacon." He said that so hopefully. I told him to go and take a shower and I would start cooking.
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We were sitting at the kitchen table, finishing the last bites of blueberry pancakes. They had extra blueberries so were almost more blueberry than pancake so we both had blue juice around our mouths. Ziva was at our feet, waiting eagerly for dropped morsels. She had already gotten at least two slices of bacon and one pancake. We were drinking the last cups of coffee when Blue said, “I need to get hold of Derick today."
“Why?" I asked.
Blue told me about the trucks being loaded and unloaded at the stove company and the Mexican guys who more or less had warned him not to question what they were doing. I understood his concern, but this couldn’t have anything to do with the Favoloras Cartel. We were over 600 miles and a state away from Louisville, where our troubles had started. It just didn't seem possible that the two things were connected. However, I understood Blue’s desire to make sure nothing wrong was happening. One of the things I loved so much about him was his sense of right from wrong. He would never let something go that might cause injury to innocent people.
We had a burner phone in our junk drawer in the kitchen, hidden in the back behind odds and ends. Blue pulled it out and called Derick. He only said, “I need to talk to you," before he hung up, turned off the phone and removed it’s card. Then, he put it on the floor and busted it into a million pieces by stomping on it. Blue’s actions sobered me. They reminded me that we weren't some newlywed couple living our dreams; we were in hiding from a bloodthirsty man and his goons, who wanted nothing more than to kill us. I shrunk down in my chair and shivered. I was glad Blue had called Derick.
We didn't expect Derick until tomorrow at the earliest, so we spent the rest of the day cleaning the house and working on some of the repairs we had decided to do.
Maeve came home around five, and we told her that we expected to see Derick sometime in the next few days, and why. It was obvious she was glad she was going to be able to see him, but she was worried about the Hispanic guys, just like Blue and I were. We ordered pizza for dinner and Blue went to sleep for a few more hours before he had to go to work.
Maeve and I worked with Ziva on her lessons for a little while. She was such a cheerful dog, and so smart that she understood immediately what we wanted. Her working with Ariel had totally made the difference. Instead of the half-feral aggressive dog she had been when she came into the shelter, she was happy and willing to allow me to be in charge.
I remembered the first time I met Ariel and his wife. They had just finished working with some of the other dogs. I started talking to Missy about the dog we had in the kennel in the back of the shelter. Even then, I was interested in Ziva. I think, because of my past, I was always interested in the rejected and unwanted.
Missy said I ought to talk to Ariel, because he had more experience with aggressive dogs. Then, she smirked and looked over at him and said, "If you can get him to quit checking his hair out in the mirror."
I'd glanced over at him and laughed a tiny bit, because he was using the door glass to see his reflection and was running his fingers through his crisp dark hair. At that moment the three of us became instant friends and I couldn't wait to introduce him to Blue. I knew they would have a lot in common. Ariel was retired military and had been a dog trainer and handler in Afghanistan. When he came home, he worked as a trainer until he opened his own place in Chattanooga.
It would be fun to have Missy and Ariel come over some evening for dinner. I knew I probably wouldn't because of our situation, but when I thought about the life I had growing up and then the awful things that had happened to me, I was amazed at how much I enjoyed making friends. It made me feel so normal. I was finally having the life I wanted, with friends and even more importantly a wonderful man who would keep me and our unborn baby loved and safe.
But just under the surface, I had a nervous feeling, like something bad might happen. I didn't like the chill that thought caused to run down my back. I shivered and went to the bedroom to wake Blue.
I crawled under the covers with him so I could kiss his shoulders and neck. His hair was starting to grow a bit so I enjoyed the soft silky neck hairs against my lips.
“Hey, sweet man. It’s time to wake up,” I murmured in his ear.
He groaned and mumbled something like, “Not really, I'm still sleeping.”
“Wake up, sleepyhead. Don't be lazy, it's time to see what’s in the crates." I was louder this time.
At that, his eyes opened. He sat up suddenly and rubbed them. “Anything happen after I went to sleep?”
“No, everything's good.” I sat up next to him and kissed his neck one more time. “Be careful, Blue. I've had scary feelings a few times today.”
“Sure, darlin’, I'll keep my ears open, but I figure this is all really nothing. I mean how likely could it be that the Cartel would be in this town of all the towns in Tennessee?”
We both laughed and I sat with him while he got dressed. I walked him into the kitchen, where I handed him his packed lunch and kissed him goodbye. After he left, I went and took a shower and headed to bed.
As usual, Ziva tried getting under the covers with me, grumbling good naturedly until she finally got her head under, with her nose touching the skin of my stomach. I pushed at her, but moving her was like moving a mountain, so I just gave up and fell asleep.
I woke up to Ziva growling next to the closed bedroom door. It was dark and still. I didn't hear any noise, but obviously something was bothering her. Then, I heard a creak of a floorboard in the hallway. Ziva’s rumble got a little bit louder, so I sat up quickly. I pulled the small gun from under Blue’s pillow that he left there every night for my protection.
I got up from the bed silently and went over by the door. I felt cold and stiff, and wondered if Maeve was awake. Then, I heard another creak, and the sound of Maeve’s door opening and shutting. That was enough. I grabbed my little gun and threw open my door, its doorknob banging loudly on the wall behind it.
I ran down the few steps to Maeve’s room and threw her door open. I swept on the light and, with Ziva barking and growling, I pointed the gun at the intruder sitting on Maeve’s bed. I screamed, “ON THE FLOOR, SCUMBAG! GET OFF THAT BED OR YOU’RE DEADER THAN A DOORNAIL!”
The intruder turned around and said quietly, “Fuck, Krystal, who thought you could be that loud? I was just waking up Maeve so I could tell her I was here.”
Maeve sat up with her hair tangled and on end.
“Derick? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night.”
“Yeah, I got permission to come sooner than I expected, so I thought I'd come early. Didn't know it would cause such a ruckus.”
I could see Maeve and Derick’s eyes meet, and then spring away from each other. At that point, I figured I wasn't needed anymore. I felt just a tad stupid. I told Ziva to heel, and we went back to our bedroom and got in bed again. I slipped the gun under my pillow with a sigh. I didn't really feel like sleeping after all that adrenaline running through my body. I was pleased that I wasn't having a flashback, and petted Ziva, who was already snoring with her heavy head lying on my legs. I finally pulled out my book that I was reading and, with Ziva curled up next to me, well, actually on top of me, I read until I finally fell asleep, just as the sun’s rays were hitting the window.
Samuel
I had put a small crowbar in my inside jacket pocket so I could open one of the crates on the loading dock. I had some nails and a tiny hammer to close the crate back. I hoped there wouldn't be any men at the loading dock, and I also hoped the crates would still be there.
I drove into the parking lot and climbed out of the SUV. I thought to myself that, if we stayed much longer, I was going to need to buy a car for Flower. She was going to need to be able to get to her appointments, and maybe make some friends. Maybe we could find an art class for her to take. I knew she was enjoying the dog rescue people, but most were quite a bit older than her.
I locked the car doors and went into the building to get my time card punched, still thinking about Flower.
Rick stopped me once again and said, “Watch out, Blue; you’re too nosy. People notice. Even if you're just meaning to be friendly, ya gotta quit. It's not safe for you or your family.”
I looked at him, staring at him eye to eye. “Rick, are you in some kind of trouble?”
Rick just looked at me for a moment, then laughed and said, “Naw, just messing with ya, boy. Don't take it serious.”
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