Unforgettable Heroes II Boxed Set

by Elizabeth Bevarly

  “That’s crazy. We don’t need more people to secure this building. Nick’s here and Grady’s here.”

  A faint trace of a smile crossed Aunt Millie’s lips. “Unless Grady’s at my house.”

  Emily smirked. “Well, yeah. But, then you have someone there with you. So I just think we go on red alert. But I don’t like any of this. It’s giving me the willies.”

  “Neither do I, but I love you, darling.” Her aunt got up and strode over to hug her. “I’d never do anything intentionally to hurt you in any way.”

  “I know that, Aunt Millie,” she said, hugging her back. “Now why don’t you help me get this cheesecake in the oven? We can surprise Nick by being cool, calm and collected when he gets here.”

  ****

  Nick took another bite of Brunswick stew and stared in amazement at how quiet and calm Emily and Millie both were. “Anything happen interesting today, Millie? Anyone tell you an unusual story or whatever at the pharmacy?”

  Emily started to laugh over a spoon of stew.

  Millie grinned. “It’s okay, Nick, I told her.” She glanced in Grady’s direction. His friend had his face stuffed with a biscuit. “Do you know about the drug ring? The latest?”

  Grady swallowed. “Yeah. Bad stuff. Nick told me to be prepared.”

  “As you can see,” Emily said, “I’m fine. I don’t flake like Aunt Millie’s biscuits. I am a Junior Titanium Azalea still in production.”

  Millie slapped her hand down on the table. “Okay, what’s with this titanium shit? Blue even used the phrase.”

  Emily smiled. “I coined it. I think it describes mature, proud, strong Climax women to a T.”

  “Well, it is growing on me.”

  “Sounds like you’re a battle-ax to me,” Grady said with a wink.

  Millie threw a biscuit at him. “Hurry up and finish. I made peach cobbler. And don’t touch the cheesecake. That’s for Cal. For services rendered.”

  “Services rendered?” Nick asked, glancing over at Emily. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

  She chuckled. “You know it’s for the information about the bodies. But I do pay back handsomely for what I want.”

  “Oh really?” Nick placed one arm on the table.

  “Well,” Millie said. “Grady, why don’t we take some cobbler over to my house? I think I still have some homemade ice cream in the freezer.”

  “I’m still eating my…” He looked up, and Nick didn’t miss the glare Millie threw his partner. “Biscuit. Eating my biscuit.” He held it up. “I’ll take it with me.”

  Millie was already up spooning up some cobbler into a plastic container. “There we go. Done. Ready?”

  A few minutes later, Nick still sat at the table looking at Emily. “I haven’t seen people vanish like that since I saw David Copperfield on stage.”

  Emily laughed. He had to give it to her. She was taking all this in stride. “I guess she decided my statement was a signal.”

  “Was it?”

  She winked. “Maybe. There’s something about knowing I’m in danger that makes me really horny.”

  “I think I can handle that for you.” He smiled.

  “Where do you want to do it?” she asked.

  “Let’s take a shower,” he said. “I’ll bathe you.”

  “I’m clean, already,” she said.

  He chuckled, his voice lowering. “You have a lot to learn. Let me be the instructor.”

  “I’m a good student,” Emily told him, getting up.

  He nodded. “I already figured that out. I’m simply adding to your repertoire, which is supposed to be used with me, only.”

  “Are you copyrighting your techniques?” She grinned.

  He nodded. “But I’m only spelling them out on your body.”

  She jumped up. “I’m all yours.”

  He stood. “I need to explain a few basics. Just as you reminded me first time, meaningful, great sex only comes with long foreplay. Right now, you’re getting me in the mood. Then I’ll take care of you. Take off your clothes.”

  “Here?” she asked.

  With a slight change of position in his chair, thanks to his already bulging erection, he nodded. “Strip, like you’re giving me a show.”

  She laughed nervously. “I don’t know if I can.”

  Conveying his desire through his eyes, he nodded. “You can. It’ll make you freer, more playful.”

  She opened up her arms humming a background tune with a bum-ba-ba-bum beat. She slowly drew her tunic up over her torso and then tossed it off over her head. Turning to him, she stuck out her ass and waved it back and forth. She opened her legs and began to grind back and forth.

  Nick grinned. She was a sport.

  Then she turned, gyrating her hips, as she made a point of jutting out her pelvis in his direction. He felt his dick respond again. He wanted to groan but didn’t dare.

  Then she popped the snap on her slacks and let them pool at her feet. Stepping out of them, she gyrated again as she twirled them around in a circle over her head and then threw them in Nick’s direction.

  He caught them with an appreciative nod, smelling Emily’s scent waft up over him. He’d guess any amount of money she was already wet, just waiting for him to enter. His eyes gazed over her body and saw how tight her stomach was, the narrow indentation of her waist. His lips smacked at the thought of tasting her again. A salty and sugar sweet mix of deliciousness.

  Then she snaked her bikini panties down her legs, and he once again saw the wonderful fine tuft of hair at her center. That delicate and oh, so, beckoning entry to fantastic and erotic sex. He could swear he already smelled her special juice, tasted it, like the nectar from a precious flower.

  Finally, she unsnapped her bra, and her breasts sprang free in front of him. Nipples hardened in need, her breasts full and at the ready, she was more than prepared for him. She looked like she was going to explode with desire.

  Nick felt his breath coming in ragged gulps as he tried valiantly to hide his engorged cock. “Now, lick your finger,” he said, “and slowly snake it down your body and between your legs. Stroke yourself.”

  “Masturbate?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “Not exactly. Begin the motions. Believe me, I won’t sit in this chair that long. I just want to see the flush of red up that beautiful body and your eyes darken from excitement.”

  She licked her finger like she had it sliding round his cock. His discomfort was growing, literally by inches. Sliding into her own opening, he saw her face jolt in pleasure, and flush, probably partially from embarrassment, as she stroked her clitoris. That did it. He was ready to grab her, and the time was now as she once jutted her pelvis forward in his direction and beckoned him with her finger. Jumping up from his chair, he watched in surprise as her face changed from desire to terror.

  Her shriek split the air with fear, as she pointed at the window facing the front of the house. “Oh my God. Nick, my God! There’s a man watching me!”

  Ice cold water coursed through his veins as Nick turned turned. “Where?”

  “There. He was right there.” She shivered and began to cry, holding her hands in front of her.

  He ran to her, grabbed her top and her pants from the floor. “Put these back on, sweetheart.” He hugged her to him momentarily. “It’s time for the titanium part,” he murmured into her ear. Then he pressed the gun Chris gave him to use into her hand. “Take this while I look out front. Call the sheriff.”

  ****

  When Quent and Cal came, Emily was fully dressed but not totally back together. She was still sniffing and quivering from chills of fear trailing down her spine. Nick held her around the shoulder as the two deputies sat in chairs taking her statement.

  Quent was all business. By the book, just like one of the characters in The Untouchables. Nick didn’t like him. There was something about his eyes.

  “Emily,” Quent asked, “How do you know it was a man?”

  “I could see hi
s hair, short and black. His eyes were dark and trained on me.” She trembled in Nick’s arms, and he protectively drew her closer.

  “Why was he looking in at you, and why were you looking out the window?”

  Nick started to get up and give the guy a lesson, but Emily grabbed his arm. “He has to ask. I’ve been with the department long enough to know.” She turned to him, and Nick watched as her eyes narrowed. “I don’t know why he was watching me. If I did, I’d probably also know who he was. But, why would someone come down a private drive and look into a window unless he was a pervert or a thief? As for why I saw him, I was standing in the middle of the kitchen.”

  Nick closed his eyes, relieved she didn’t add anything about her state of undress.

  Quent smiled cockily. “Why in the middle of the kitchen? Facing towards the windows, no less? Why not at the table or the island or the kitchen counter”?

  “Aw, Quent,” Cal said. “Stop giving Em a hard time. The guy was a damned Peeping Tom as far as I can tell, and what Emily was or was not doing is none of our concern.”

  “Write it down on your little pad,” Emily said. “I was getting ready to have sex. I was entertaining my intended victim.”

  Cal slapped his knee and hee-hawed. “I gotta give it to you, Em. That’s the best comeback to a remark I’ve heard all week. And I’ve heard some doozies.” Nick watched as he caught Emily’s rigid stare, and his smile faded. “Well, time to go. Let’s check some more outside and get outta here.”

  “Just to let you know, Emily,” Quent said in a monotone. “From now on if you want to entertain, I suggest you do it where there are no open windows.”

  “Just to let you know, Quent,” she snapped, “I’ll do what I want, and the next time someone trespasses on my property, which will be posted, I’ll shoot him. Put that on the record.”

  Nick was proud of Emily’s response. He’d refused to open his mouth during the questioning. Emily wouldn’t appreciate it. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still scowl at Quent. The guy had been a damned unfeeling robot. He knew most cops normally operated in parent mode. Except in this town. Most everybody here was laid back. This guy was obviously a green transplant. Still he had to resign himself to the knowledge everybody had to live and work somewhere.

  “Are you two ready to leave?” he growled.

  Cal was already standing. Quent nodded solemnly and stood. “Thanks for the information, Emily. We’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

  ****

  “Where’ve you been?” Caja asked Monstruo. “I had to get drilled by Lieutenant by myself. That wasn’t any fun.”

  “Glad I missed it, buddy. I’m not in for whips and chains.” He laughed. “Unless I want to play with a dom female.”

  Caja watched the man’s face for a tell. He believed Monstruo struck often with his own brand of terror, including the night that Mexican disappeared. The same one who was discovered on the Dazzle lot. Monstruo gave nothing away, no matter how evil the deed. Caja had long ago decided it was because there was nothing up there in the man’s head but hollow darkness. “I’m serious, bud, what were you doing?”

  “I was up for a little entertainment,” Monstruo said, his eyes dancing with black fire. “Went looking for more info on those folks with that kid, you know, the one belonging to that woman I fucked, and got me a full-fledged porn show. The Franklins are doing very well in this shit hole spit on a map. Little Girlie Franklin’s got herself a big castle house with her own live-in stud.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? You better get your head on straight, or you won’t have one anymore,” Caja said. “First of all, better stay away from the Mayor’s family. Second, we’re dealing drugs. As for the kid, you already deep-sixed the mother in more ways than one. Why you wanna follow up on him?” His eyes narrowed. “Why are you interested in the kid? Didn’t know you had pedophile as part of your résumé.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not a sex pervert, and I wasn’t watching some kid jack off, either.” He laughed. “No children for me. When it comes to sex, I like mine grown and female.” He licked his lips. “And naked. Like the woman tonight, Girlie Franklin, I guess, who had her pussy whistling in the wind.” He laughed. “A snatch never looked so good, and I want me some. Just think I’m gonna have to take some too. If not sooner than later. I can almost taste her clit. Now since that bitch kicked me out of her B&B I might just get my chance, too.”

  Caja felt the bile rise in his throat and shook his head. He had to plead to the lieutenant again. This guy was a psycho. Why was the boss putting up with it?

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  “Are your muscles relaxing yet?” Nick scrubbed Emily’s back as they stood spooned in the shower.

  Emily nodded as water coursed down her face and streamed down between her breasts. “Oh, yeah. This was a good idea after all. Though I wasn’t sure at first when you went buff and my sex drive went on super alert.”

  He ground his body into her back, his cock once again erect as he rubbed against the silky skin of her ass. His hands rubbed her arms with soap suds and then, lathering them up some more, he placed them tenderly on her breasts swirling in circular motions. He grinned as she moaned in delight, her nipples hardening under his probing touch, and he dipped his head to kiss her neck at the nape. Then he bent lower, kissing the end of her spine.

  She gasped and turned around into his body, pushing her rock hard nipples up against his chest. “Here,” she said, with a giggle. “Let me share some soap with you.”

  “I like sharing,” he said, as he leaned down and kissed her, first lightly. Then, as a jolt of electricity from her mouth set him on blaze, one the water couldn’t extinguish, he kissed her again like it was the last one he’d ever get.

  Nick explored her mouth, consuming all of her, taking out his worry and need to protect in an act of love and abandon. This was a woman he had to keep, he had to love. He had no choice. For his body had already claimed its birthright, and his heart nodded approval. She was the woman he’d been intended to love. Until he died.

  She grabbed hold of his engorged penis, and he felt blood rush there, thrilled by her act. She encircled the tip with her finger and thumb, massaging it. Then her long slender fingers wrapped lightly around, traveled the full length of him, slowly massaging, and picking up her pace. She steadily applied more pressure and increased up her speed even more as he moved. His hips rocked to the pulsing flow of the blood rushing there and duplicated the feel and sound in his ears.

  As he felt his world rock, his passion grow, ready to explode, he placed his fingers inside her, finding her clitoris and twitching it, then steadily matching her motions on him inside her. Despite the water coursing down both of them, he felt the warm discharge of fluid within her, saw the fervor on her face.

  He took his cock from her hands and placed the tip in her folds. He teased it across her clit, rubbing there for an instant, before lifting her under the buttocks. Nick began to drive inside her. “Lift your feet,” he told her, “and wrap your legs around me. I’ll support you with the help of the wall.”

  She did as he asked, and he drove totally inside. He heard her groan in obvious excitement as her head tilted back and her jaw went tight. The tension of an eternal dance had filled her with the need for release. He rocked her as he partially withdrew, drove in, withdrew, drove in. Her muscles tightened around him as she threw herself into the same rhythm. He knew when she was there by the slight rigidity of her hold, and just after, he peaked and released as well.

  Nick let her down slowly, and then pulled out. They stood under the water, wrapped in each other’s arms. He leaned down and kissed her again, like parents kiss their children at bedtime, with unconditional love and the unspoken words that they’ll love them forever. But with the heat of a lover for a woman who was truly his. Only after he stopped and rubbed her back did he remember. “Oh, shit, Emily.”

  “Mmm hmm?”

  “I didn’t use a condom again.”

/>   To his surprise, after her initial look of shock, she laughed. “Oh, what the hell!”

  ****

  Grady’s cell phone rang at two in the morning. Millie knew because her eyes popped open, staring at the lit face of her clock.

  “Who’d call you now?” She turned on the light.

  “I don’t have a clue.” Grady moved over now completely on his side. “Unless somebody started a fire again.” He popped his phone open. “Hello?”

  Millie watched as he nodded, still rubbing his eyes. “Okay, I’m coming. Tell Nick I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

  “What was that all about?” she asked.

  “Seems there’s a Breaking and Entering in our building on the property.” He groaned. “We just restocked that sucker with supplies. This project’s going to cost a fortune if it keeps up at the current rate.”

  “How come Nick didn’t call you?”

  “State policeman said Nick got a call from an informant, and he went out there and chased the guy. Got ambushed. The man said he’s okay but giving report.”

  “Lord Almighty.” Millie sat up. “I wonder why he didn’t call you to join him on the chase. And I was hoping those two young’uns could make love all night.”

  “Probably pretty much had already.” He sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed his shirt from the side chair.

  “Guess you don’t remember when you were that age.” She sighed. “I could go on and on.”

  Grady laughed as he buttoned up. “You still can.”

  “Come on.” Millie patted his arm. “I’ll make you some coffee and cut you a piece of strudel. At least your tummy will be happy.”

  “Lord, woman,” Grady said, as he rolled out of bed and grabbed his pants. “If you keep this up I’m going to look like Santa Claus. And don’t be getting all valiant with trying to help. If you tell me where the supplies are, I’ll make the coffee and you can go back to sleep. No reason for us both to suffer.”

  “I know what I’m doing.” Millie got up and grabbed her robe. “Used to do this all the time. My husband was a police officer. This was an every week occurrence.”