Fierce Protector: Hard to Handle trilogy, Book 1

by Kane, Janine

  She responded to his gentle nudge and let him roll her onto her back. Admiring her perfect body, Zack kissed up from her tummy to her breasts and then finally his mouth found hers as he lowered himself down onto her. She moaned as their tongues met, exploring each other’s mouths. Hands began roaming as their kissing grew in intensity, and Eva gasped as he stroked one of her nipples between his fingers and then, moving down, replaced it with his mouth.

  Eva’s ran her hands through his hair, arching her back as she moaned, “Oh, God . . . Zack . . .” She struggled to undress completely while writhing under him; Zack sat back for a moment and helped her with her jeans and her soaking panties. His own jeans were off in a second and he lowered himself on top of her, their naked bodies entwining themselves automatically. Their kissing became deeper as they moved against each other. She felt his thick hardness pressing against her and gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs.

  “Eva, you’re so wet,” he said, slipping two fingers inside of her and bringing more gasping. Then his weight lifted and Eva wondered momentarily if he was putting on a condom. Glancing down, she found that he was graduating from fingering her pussy to an even more arousing kind of intimacy.

  A long, deep tongue stroke, from the opening of her pussy upward, parted her lips and glided over her clit. Then another, and another. He glanced up, but Eva had disappeared behind a pillow which covered her face. He kissed her swollen pussy lips, sucking them gently, and then made a firm, focused assault on her clit with his tongue. Eva was gasping, squealing into her pillow, a wordless outburst of joy, only partially muffled, echoed by sudden, warm gushes of new moisture below. Zack worked on her clit with a quick left-right flickering of his tongue, and suddenly she floated on a heavenly plateau of continuous orgasm, wailing constantly, her pillow only cast aside when it became too much.

  “OK . . .” she said, panting hard and pushing Zack’s head away, “OK, just . . .” Words continued to fail her as she caught her breath. “OK, I just . . .” Then, Zack was there, his mouth against hers, Eva’s arms being pinned to the bed as she felt a nudging against her pussy’s inundated entrance. His tongue entered her mouth and she sucked it as his cock gently slid, in one long, deep motion, all the way into her pussy.

  The sudden, intense shock broke their kiss. Eva let out a moan of relief, of indescribable pleasure, originating within her freshly-filled pussy. The pressure eased, and she felt his belly lift from hers, but then it came again, even deeper now, and again, her soft channel accepting Zack’s incredible hardness in a slow rhythm. “Eva, I’ve wanted this . . .” she heard him whisper, pausing to enjoy the latest, deepest thrust, “from the moment . . .” he breathed as another immense length filled her, “we met”.

  Gradually gaining a little momentum, Zack’s strokes satisfied Eva’s very deepest needs while her warm, feminine opening sucked and kissed Zack’s cock as it slid back and forth. “Yes . . .” was all Eva managed, her mind overwhelmed, and her breath taken away by each pressing of Zack’s muscular ass, propelling his manhood ever deeper, ever faster, into Eva’s wetness. Her cum, flowing freely ever since their lips had met, now coated her thighs, Zack’s root and the heavy, full balls beneath, and formed a growing, sexy smear on the sheets beneath them.

  She knew he would not stop, but coaxed him onward, her hands on his ass, her mouth encouraging him with deep kisses and dirty words. “Yes, baby . . . Yes, baby do it . . . Don’t stop . . . Do it, do it, fuck me . . .” His pace quickened, strong arms holding him above her, abs tensing with each thrust, his cock almost ready to explode. “Fuck me, Zack . . . Come . . . Come inside me . . . I want to feel you come.”

  His pleasure surged. Eva’s desire for him, her hot hands on his body, her perfect pussy opening so willingly for him, pushed him over the edge. With a strained moan, and then a roar of joy, he brought Eva to a body-shaking crescendo as his come filled her pussy in a thick flood. He slowed only when he felt Eva’s climax subside, his cock soaking in the new warmth and wetness inside her. Cradling her now, he waited until she could breathe again, until her heart no longer hammered so hard, and then slowly, reluctantly withdrew.

  They kissed for a long, delicious moment. Eva wanted nothing more than to stay in this universe of bliss, her mind awash with sex, the feel of him finally pushing inside her, and . . . happiness. She slid onto him, straddled him as his breathing finally slowed, her wetness leaving a moist trail on his abs, his lower belly, his softening manhood.

  “OK, time out, young lady,” he said, kissing her and wriggling free; they both knew he had to check his phone, in the living room, although neither was ready to part from the other, even for a second. “It’s Gray,” he called through, reading her the text. They had at least another hour. Eva’s heart soared with relief and pleasure and . . .

  “Want to clean up a little and I’ll pour the rest of the wine?” Zack asked, finding his boxers and going in search of their two glasses.

  “Yeah . . .” she said shyly, glancing down with a gasp, her wetness suddenly too much.

  Eva straightened her hair as she was finishing in the bathroom, a little unsteady on her feet but filled with surges of happiness unknown for many months. It was as if, at that moment when they had found their peak, that almost impossible rush of mutual pleasure, when she had held him and kissed his face and gasped as she opened absolutely to him and Zack had come so hard inside her . . . it was as if her life had just clicked . . . revealing a new way to make sense of things. A completeness . . . No, she thought, smiling at her own sexy, satisfied expression in the mirror, a serenity.

  Zack was laid back, akimbo, on the couch, drinking a tall glass of water. Eva grabbed her own and drained it, then grinned at him and slid on top, sitting astride his legs, their firmness like hardwood. They reveled in this closeness, this amazing gift of time . . . time just to laugh and talk . . . and fuck, Eva hardly needed to remind herself.

  “You’re going to get these even messier,” he said, glancing down at his boxers, their fabric pressing against Eva’s naked opening. The mingled fragrance of their bodies was like an arousing incense.

  “I like getting you messy,” she whispered, kissing him. “And sticky.” Their warm tongues made love together. “And hard for me.”

  Eva slipped her hands downward. Her left stroked Zack through his boxers; her right found her center . . . still wet, still incredibly ready . . . and she moaned as her pussy welcomed her two fingers.

  “You’re even better at this,” Zack said, his firmness quickly returning, “than at massage.”

  Eva lifted her wet fingers to his mouth, letting him suck . . . and then joining him, their tongues seeking out her taste together. “If you like my hands,” she purred, “you’ll love my mouth.”

  “I know I will . . .” Zack said, “but not quite yet.” He took her hand and gently guided it back between her legs, slipped down his boxers to let him stroke his naked cock, and placed soft kisses on her neck, licking downward, running the tip of his tongue across her breasts. Kisses became long, soft licks, and then Eva gasped hard at the sensation of his mouth enclosing her nipple. His mouth on her aroused, erect nub brought a pleasure which coursed through her body, sending a new wave of juice where there was already so much wetness. Her fingers in his hair, insistent now, showed him to keep going, to just lick and suck and nibble until she was ready to . . .

  Eva came, gasping with pleasure as much as with surprise. Zack’s eased off, giving her nipple a gentler lick. His mouth slid across to her left, flicking it with his tongue. Eva’s eyes closed as he began to suck and nibble once more . . . God, there’s no way I’m gonna . . . Jesus, how is he . . . I never have two so fast . . . but I’m . . . gonna . . .

  “Oh, God,” Eva gasped, “oh . . . God . . . oh God oh fucking God . . .” She let out her pleasure with abandon, breathing hard after her sudden, almost inexplicable peak. She recovered quickly, taking his hand and bringing him to his feet, then kneeling and admiring his amazing, not to mentio
n pleasingly ample proportions. Simply . . . fucking . . . amazing, the incredulous voice in her mind repeated as she brought him to her mouth.

  Eva immersed herself in the feel of him. A few moments more brought his taste, only a faint reminder of their first fuck, but then new excitement quickly gathered. Unthinking, simply giving what he seemed to need, she felt him deeper in her mouth, and then completely . . . his hand guiding her head onto him, then letting her please him in her own way. Her legs apart, she toyed with her clit, her pleasure synchronized with his own now, and both knew that a shared ecstasy was only inevitable.

  “Zack,” she said, her hand replacing her mouth, “I want you inside me.”

  “Yes,” he said simply, eyes closed.

  “Now,” she said, standing, pushing him back toward the sofa.

  “Not here,” he whispered. His eyes met hers, their lustful smile expressing their shared need.

  “Hmmm,” Eva purred. “Take me to bed.” She stroked him a little more, kissed his tongue with her own. “Take me to bed and fuck me.” Their kiss grew quickly and, for a moment, Eva wondered whether they would even reach the bed before . . .

  There was a soft ding from the table beside the couch. Zack glanced there, willing to ignore it, but Eva knew that they could not.

  “What is it?” Eva asked as Zack’s face fell to a worried, ashen frown. He turned wordlessly and showed her the screen.

  “Oh, God, Zack . . . No . . .”

  Chapter 11 – Fire

  Stockdale, TX

  Thursday, 2am

  Brandon’s team dashed to their vehicle as soon as they heard the alarm.

  “OK, we got an incident in Sutherland. Suit up!” he called to his men, watching their swift preparations which were so well-rehearsed by now. It took only three minutes to gather their equipment and light out of the station for the sixteen-minute trip.

  “What have we got, boss?” asked his second-in-command.

  “Car fire,” he said simply. It wasn’t unusual, but it was their first for a few weeks. “Well underway by the time it was called in. Just hope no one was sleeping in it.”

  Six months earlier, they had risked major burns to pull a homeless man from a car which had been – it later turned out – deliberately set on fire. Two young idiots were in the county jail for that little stunt. Brandon silently prayed that they weren’t walking into another one of those.

  “Anything else from the witness?” Brandon asked on the radio.

  “Nothing yet,” the dispatcher told him. “They’re watching the fire, so you can ask them yourself. Careful out there.”

  By the time they arrived, the car was well ablaze. The engine block was a ball of flame, bright orange-yellow on this moonless night, and the back seats had caught, Brandon could see from the thick pall of black smoke pouring out. A semicircle of flame extended forward of the car, Brandon noticed, and one of his team began taking photos while the others unfurled fire hoses and began to tackle the blaze.

  Six neighbors had gathered at this ungodly hour; one woman had a hand over her mouth in shock, and an elderly man in his dressing gown was shaking his head sadly. Satisfied that his team would control the fire without backup, he approached the group.

  “OK folks, nothing to worry about. Sorry for all the commotion. Did anyone see what happened?”

  There was little response. A couple in their 20s, who had just come out to take pictures of the fire, took a final picture of Brandon, and then headed back inside. “Great. Anyone with any information about this? Cars don’t just self-combust, I think you know.”

  A teenage girl with spectacular eyebrow piercings, her eyes wide, said, “It’s been there for a couple of days, maybe since Tuesday night. But it’s not Trish’s car.”

  “Who’s Trish, honey? Does she live here?”

  “Yeah, but she’s on a cruise with Tyler. I dunno whose this car is. Maybe a friend?”

  Brandon stopped, blinked, made very clear eye contact and asked, “Did you say, Trish and Tyler live here?”

  The girl nodded. Seconds later, Brandon was on the phone.

  ***

  Sutherland, TX

  Thursday, 2.40am

  “Zack, you got to just listen to me for a second, OK?” Gray stood opposite Zack in his living room, blocking the front door. He knew it was a long shot, but it seemed to be his responsibility to prevent Zack from going off like a bomb.

  “I’m listening for ten seconds. Then I’m starting a war. Go.” Eva stayed put in her armchair with legs folded under her. Watching him like this was terrifying; he was beyond ‘angry’, beyond ‘furious’. This was something else.

  “You have no targets and no plan of attack. Running around San Antonio with a shotgun isn’t going to achieve very much.”

  “Wrong, and wrong. I’ve got a first-rate source of intelligence. Time to start utilizing our assets.” Zack grabbed Hank and pressed him against the wall.

  “Wait!” Eva couldn’t bear this. An hour ago they had been the happiest people alive. It was like watching the Hulk, driven to unrestrained fury by some asshole with a gas can and matches. “You’re not going to hurt him, and you’re not going to go hunting anyone down. Right?”

  “Says who?” Zack shot back.

  “Says me, for one,” Gray interjected. “I am, after all, a cop, you know. If you threaten to breach the peace, I’ll have no option but to . . .”

  “Arrest me?” Zack asked, incredulous. He let go of Hank, turning back to Gray, “You got some maniac torching cars, threatening people, and I’m the one you want to put the cuffs on?”

  “You’re gonna calm the fuck down, Zack, or you’re damn right I’ll put the cuffs on you,” he yelled. “Think, God damn it! Stop and think, like the rational man I know you are.”

  “Not today I’m not,” Zack replied darkly.

  “Well, the Zack Norcross I know never once headed into action without a plan so fuckin’ meticulous it took a PhD to understand it. “

  Zack rubbed his face, ran taught hands through his short black hair and took a very deep breath. “I’m too mad to plan.”

  Gray glanced at Eva – so pale and scared, curled up on the sofa – then at Hank, stress-lined and crumpled, sitting in the corner, as far from Zack as possible. “Not for long.” He look squarely at Zack, then almost bodily dragged him outside to the back porch. Eva got the light switch while Gray helped Zack to hang up his trusty, old punching bag on a hook. Suspending the light-gray bag above the back deck, Gray stood aside and let Zack pound out his frustrations.

  “We’ve been doing it this way for years,” Gray explained to Eva, raising his voice a little over the noise of impacts and Zack de-stressing. “You got to let it out,” he said to them both. “When things get crazy, don’t bottle it all up. We learned that early, and you’d be amazed how much a little violence will calm you down.”

  Zack stopped and gave Gray a very stern look. “Want to rethink that analogy, Detective?”

  Red-faced, he rushed to apologize. “Jesus, Eva, I’m sorry, there’s nothing ever funny about violence. You know what I meant, right?”

  She put a hand to his arm and smiled. “Don’t worry. For Zack, I can’t imagine anything better right now.” She glanced back to see that Hank had remained inside, terrified by this display of practiced aggression. She and Gray watched quietly as Zack pounded the bag, quick flurries alternating with strong jabs and the occasional deadly, game-ending uppercut. “Makes me kinda glad he’s not allowed to do that in his MMA fights. The other guys would never survive!”

  Then, Zack stopped. “Look,” he said, out of nowhere, “the biggest problem here isn’t that they want Hank. As I see things, the problem is that they want money. Right?” He held the bag still, panting and sweating, the anger somehow transformed into an incisive, clear-headed focus.

  Gray weighed this up. “Err . . . Yeah. I guess that’s about right.”

  “Well,” Zack said again. “I’m rich.”

  ***

>   Hank pressed ‘send’ with a certain cringe to his expression. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Yes.” Zack had dictated the text, and taken a big step toward ending their nightmare. “10am gives us time to hit up the bank and get out to Three Rivers.”

  “They’ll want more, Zack. They said a hundred.”

  “Well,” he replied, having thought it through, “if they’re not idiots – and you’re telling me they’re not – then they’ll know that banks have withdrawal limits. It’s this, or nothing. You did tell them it was the first installment, right?”

  “Yeah, yeah, just like you said,” Hank assured him. As he spoke, his phone beeped. “OK . . . OK, good. Look.” He handed Zack the phone.

  About time. Don’t make us wait for the rest. Three Rivers church. 10am.

  “So what do we do now?” Eva asked.

  “Get some sleep,” Gray advised. “I’ll head home, talk to the field office and liaise with the drone guys.”

  Zack handed Gray his jacket. “Small and simple, remember?”

  “So small, even my boss doesn’t know. I’ll be with the team when you make the drop. Call me if you need anything.” They shook hands, and Gray whispered, “Hell of a thing, Zack.”

  After watching through the curtains to see that Gray left safely, Zack locked the door, turned out the lights and set two alarms for 8am. “Hank . . . you all good out here?”

  “Snug as a bug,” he replied, settling down on the sofa once more.

  “OK. Eva?”

  She crossed the room and knelt down to talk quietly with Hank. When she rose a moment later, Hank was smiling.

  “Time for some rest,” she agreed and followed Zack into the bedroom. By the light of his small bed-side lamp, he watched her undress, leaving the big, red t-shirt and her jeans on the carpet, then unhooking her bra and pausing for a second, glancing across at him, before slipping her panties off and climbing under the covers.

  “Are you exhausted?” he asked as he joined her, just as naked.