“Oh, Jesus,” Noah said on a moan.
He made a few shallower thrusts in order for Jesse to get a lot of air in his lungs as he whispered, “Fuck, babe, I can’t tell you how hot it is seeing my cock in your throat. Ugh, fuck, I’m gonna come so hard, babe. Oh god, here it comes. Fuck yes, Jesse!” he cried as he shoved his dick deep inside.
Beneath his fingers, separated by just a windpipe and a few layers of skin, he felt his cock as it pulsed out his release. As it was still throbbing and spitting, he pulled it back so Jesse could suck in air, and felt more spurts as they landed on Jesse’s tongue.
Jesse moaned like what he was tasting was the best thing in the world and then Jesse’s hand reached down to clamp on his own hard prick and he began jerking it.
“Wait, babe. Let me,” he said as he let his softening cock slide out from between Jesse’s lips. He climbed up over his body and swallowed his cock down to the hilt as he thought,
Life really doesn’t get any better than this.
Seventeen
Jacob exited his bedroom and stalked over to the door. When he yanked it open he felt foolish asking, “Niles sent you?” since the two Mack trucks blinking at him could only be Niles’ men but he still had to do it.
One of the men, one whose neck was so thick it made him look like his head was just resting on his shoulders, nodded and pointed to his chest, “Henry,” he mumbled then he jerked his thumb at the other man and said, “Craig.”
Jacob bit his lip to resist the urge to say, “Me, Jacob,” back at his one-word Tarzan wanna-be. Instead he took one step back and said, “Come in.”
The two men stepped inside and then resumed standing like statues in the entryway. “I’m just packing a bag and waiting for a…..”
His cell began ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out to check the screen. “This is the call I’ve been waiting for. Knight,” he said as he brought the phone to his ear.
“Jefferson, Colorado. In the mountains. Hard to pinpoint the exact address but I can get you something nearby. There are only six houses in the area – a tiny cabin owned by a Martin Weston that’s been in his family for sixty years, a five-year-old vacation home built by an accountant by the name of Charles Myers, a fairly new place, big four-thousand square feet completely self-sufficient home that’s owned by a Doyle-Santiago partnership, and a….”
“Stop right there. Did you say Doyle-Santiago?”
“Yes.”
“As in Luther Santiago and Morgan Doyle?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“Motherfucker. Send me that address. The money is in your account,” he barked out then he ended the call.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he took a few deep breaths to try to calm down. Fucking Morgan Doyle. The man had ruined his goddamned life ten years ago and now his husband had done the same thing.
The second Luther had stepped in front of their group at the table at Brubaker’s while Jesse was in the bathroom, Jacob had known that the man was up to something. But he couldn’t very well voice his concerns in front of the men he was with, he couldn’t show his hand and let them know that he thought of Jesse as his property, as his most cherished possession. If he had spoken up right then and said he needed to step away to go get his boy they would’ve known. So, he kept his fucking mouth shut as Luther spilled his charming bullshit and then he made his escape as soon as he could…but it was too late. Jesse was already gone….into Noah’s claws. He suspected something was up then but now he knew for certain. Luther and Morgan had helped Noah take his boy, his innocent boy, his sweet, perfect boy.
“I’m going to fucking kill them,” he growled as his phone pinged with an incoming text.
When he saw that it was the address he was waiting for, he shoved one more black, long-sleeved shirt into his duffle bag then walked over to the safe neatly mounted on the lower shelf of his nightstand. He punched in the code and then stared inside. After thinking it over for a few seconds, he grabbed his nine-millimeter, two full clips, and a neatly wrapped stack of hundred-dollar bills with a tag around it that announced it was five-thousand dollars. He figured he’d try to bribe some of Morgan’s men with money first, then shoot later.
He walked down the hall to the two statues with blinking eyes, growled, “Let’s go,” as he stormed past them and then waited in the hall. The second they stepped out, he yanked the door shut, letting the automatic locks do their thing as he stomped towards the elevator.
Once down in the car, Henry finally decided to speak up, “So, what’s the job?”
“We’re going to rescue someone.”
“Rescue? Are they trapped somewhere?”
“Kidnapped.”
Henry looked from the passenger seat back to his silent companion.
“What?” Jacob snapped as his car sailed down the freeway.
“Has anyone done an assessment? How many are outside guarding? How many are inside? What’s their firepower? Anything?”
“No.”
Henry stared at Jacob for several long seconds before he mumbled, “You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?”
Jacob’s head whipped to the right to pin Henry with a glare, “Are you questioning me?”
Henry slowly extracted a toothpick from the breast pocket on his shirt and stuck it into his mouth, “Nope.”
“Good. These people are imbeciles. This should be a simple extraction, got it?”
“Yep.”
Jacob nodded his head once and pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator.
After several silent minutes, Henry pointed to the large navigation screen in the middle of the dash, “Is that our destination?”
Jacob frowned at it, “Yes, why?”
“There’s only one road in or out. If you don’t stop before you get there, they’ll see us coming from a mile away.”
Jacob’s frown deepened, “Then I’ll stop and we’ll walk. What’s the big deal?”
“If we’re in a hurry when we leave and the prisoner is injured then that will be a problem.”
“Oh, we’ll he’s small. Can’t you carry him?”
Henry frowned, “Small? Like a kid small?”
“No. He’s an adult male. But he probably only weighs around one-forty or so. You can do that, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” Jacob said with a nod.
“But not if I’m getting shot at.”
Jacob’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, “Shot at? Do you think that will happen?”
“Usually does when you’re taking something away from someone who doesn’t want to lose it.”
“So, you’ve done this before? Rescued someone from a kidnapping?”
“Yep.”
“What happened to the person you rescued?”
“They died.”
Jacob looked over at Henry. His heart was hammering in his chest and he suddenly felt like he might throw up.
But then he remembered.
He was Jacob Knight. And Jacob Knight always gets what he wants. Always has, always will.
“That won’t happen this time. Everything will be fine. Jesse will be fine,” he stated very matter of factly.
“If you say so,” Henry muttered under his breath.
Jacob frowned as his hands gripped the steering wheel a little harder. Everything would go smoothly and Jesse would be back in his arms where he belonged soon…….wouldn’t he?.......
Eighteen
Noah inhaled as he shifted his leg on the bed. His eyes slowly blinked open to find Jesse staring at him.
“Mmmm, hey. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, you just, you just were talking in your sleep.”
Noah frowned, “I was? What did I say?”
“You kept saying no, he’s mine, over and over again.”
“Oh.”
“Am I? Yours, I mean?”
Noah turned onto his side as he ran his hand over his face to try to wake up farther. “Well,
that’s up to you, Jesse. I don’t want you to feel like a possession that I get to own because you’re not. You’re a beautiful, wonderful man with his own thoughts and feelings and I would never claim to actually own you. I know what that’s like, to feel like somebody’s property, and I didn’t like it. I had no freedom – no freedom to make my own choices, no freedom to speak my mind, no freedom to be…me. It’s not right to make someone feel like that. But I would like to be yours in the sense that I want us to be together – to nurture and grow together, to respect, adore and eventually love each other. That’s what I mean when I say I want you to be mine.”
Jesse rolled towards Noah and put his hand on his chest as he said, “I am yours, Noah. I have been since I first looked into your eyes in that bathroom at Brubakers. I knew then, just like I know now, that you were a man I could trust, that you would take care of me without hurting me, that you would love me without consuming me.”
“Jess, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” Noah whispered.
“Neither do I, Noah. Our first introduction to relationships for both of us was something fucked up and just wrong. We’re going to have to learn how to do it right together. Are you up for that?”
Noah’s thumb slid over Jesse’s cheek as he cupped it, “Yeah, I am.”
“Good.”
There was a knock on their door that interrupted what was happening between the two of them.
“Come in,” Noah said as he turned his head to look.
Morgan stuck his head in.
“I’ve got news.”
“Okay. We’ll throw some clothes on and be out in a minute.”
Morgan closed the door and Noah looked over at Jesse, “You ready for this?”
“Yeah,” Jesse said and even though Noah saw his pulse thrumming like crazy in his neck from his nerves – the strength and determination he saw in the man’s eyes simply floored him.
“You’ll be okay, Jesse, we’ll be okay after all of this,” he whispered as he cupped his cheek.
Jesse leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Noah’s, “I know, Noah, I know.”
One brief kiss later and then the two of them were climbing from the bed and slipping their clothes on.
“What’s going on?” Noah said as he and Jesse stepped into the main room where everyone was gathered near the kitchen.
“Have you heard of Niles Constantino?”
Noah frowned, “He’s like a big shipping company owner with rumored ties to the mafia or something, right?”
Morgan glanced at Luther and then back at Noah, “Right. Jacob was the attorney on several cases involving people in his close inner-circle. Murder trials and things like that. He won every case.”
“So, he’s got a connection to the man.”
“Yes. And two of Niles’ hired musclemen just went to work for Jacob on some sort of job.”
Noah’s eyebrow winged up, “Some sort of job? You mean this one?”
“Right.”
Noah began pacing, “So, he’s bringing two thugs with him to try to get Jesse back. Do we know anything about these guys? Wait….how did you find out about this?”
Morgan’s mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile, “Niles Constantino may owe Jacob Knight a few favors,” he said as that smile finally broke out on his face and he smiled at Luther, “but he owes Luther more.”
Noah’s surprised gaze moved to Luther, “What?”
“I sold him my shipping company when I left the business,” Luther said and then, after pausing for dramatic effect he smiled and continued with, “and I may have saved his brother’s life…..twice.”
Noah starred at him, dumbfounded, for a few seconds before he mumbled, “And he called you?”
“No, but I know how he works.”
Noah frowned again, “But how did you, or anyone for that matter, link the two thugs to you?”
“Ah, good question. The hacker that Jacob hired to track Jesse’s cell and who then gave him this location?”
Noah nodded and waited for Luther to continue.
“He’s married to my former bodyguard,” Luther said with a grin as he waited for that tidbit of information to sink in.
“I met them last time they were out, right? Julian and, um, Trigger, yes?”
Luther dipped his chin in a nod, “Correct. Trigger is out of that hacking crap, has been for a while, but when Jacob called Trigger directly and Trigger determined that the number he was tracing was located very close to this place, he figured it would be best for him to take the job rather than pawning it off to someone else.”
“And then Trigger called you.”
“And then Trigger called me. I told him it was okay for him to give Jacob the location and also to let it slip that Morgan and I own this house.”
“So, they’re going to come here,” Noah said.
“They’re coming here, they’re on their way now.”
“What? Now?” Noah said, his voice getting louder with his nerves.
Morgan put a hand on Noah’s shoulder, “Relax, Noah. We knew the second they left Jacob’s place. Luther’s had a man in Jacob’s building working as the doorman for a few years now. He called us the second Jacob left with those two goons.”
Noah ran shaking fingers through his hair, “You should’ve let me know, Morgan.”
“Yeah, well, you were busy. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Noah’s eyes snapped to Morgan’s and he realized that Morgan must’ve heard the two of them. Hell, as loud as they were, maybe the whole house did. His gaze moved over to Jesse, who was blushing profusely and biting his lip as he looked at Noah, waiting for his reaction.
Noah linked his fingers with Jesse’s and whispered, “Yeah, I guess we were,” as he smiled at him.
Relief washed over Jesse’s body in the form of a tremble. Relief at what? Noah thought. Did Jesse think that Noah would be mad that somebody heard them? He’d have to say something to Jesse later, when they were alone. Because there was no way that Noah could be anything other than proud that anyone knew that they were together. It didn’t matter how they found out, just so long as they knew. Shit, when did he become this sappy, romantic fucker? Noah chuckled under his breath.
“What’s so funny?” Jesse whispered.
“You’re turning me into a mushy sap.”
“Oh,” Jesse mumbled followed quickly by, “good,” as he squeezed their hands tighter and smirked.
Noah chuckled again as he shook his head but then he remembered why they were there and he looked back at Morgan, who was wearing a goofy grin as he watched the two of them.
“Shut up,” Noah mumbled, “tell me what the plan is.”
“Well, there’s only one road up to our place, and, with the angle of our long driveway, no place to really hide a car. So, Jacob is going to have to stash his car somewhere down below on the main road and then walk up through the woods. I seriously doubt he prepared or dressed for that and it’s going to slow him down.
“I’m going to station Coop and Riley in the woods on either side of the lower part of the driveway as our first point of contact. Beau and Ryan will be about fifty yards behind them as point two.”
“And point three?” Noah said.
“Me and Kelly in the bushes up against the house.”
“And if they somehow get through all of you?”
“You’ll have Charlie. And a gun. If they manage to get in the house, I’ve backed the car you drove up here into the garage, keys are in it. Get the fuck out and run if you have to.”
Noah nodded, “Got it.”
Luther’s phone rang on his hip, “Go,” he said by way of an answer. He starred at everyone as he listened to what was being said in his ear and then said, “Thanks for the update, Trig. I’ll be in touch,” then he slid the phone back into holder on his hip.
“Trigger managed to hack into the GPS on Jacob’s car. They just turned off the freeway onto Lookout Point Road. That’s about ten minutes away.”
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br /> Morgan placed a sturdy black box on the counter and opened it. He pulled out small ear buds and began to hand them out, “You all know the drill. Listen. And try not to talk over each other. We all need to know what’s going on.”
Everyone nodded as they pressed the small devices into their ears.
“Coop, Riley, Beau and Ryan, you four head out and get into position.”
The four men voiced their confirmations and walked towards the front door.
Noah took a deep breath and turned to look at Jesse. The need to protect him, to hide him away somewhere away from all of this was so strong it felt like it would push Noah to his knees. And along with it came a remembrance of another time in Noah’s life, one when he had tried to fight back…..
Noah tried not to bite his lip or fidget as he waited for Jacob to come home. The bruises on the side of his face and torso were just fading to yellow but the memory of that last beating still haunted him as if it were yesterday. They all haunted him as if they had just happened. But this one was especially bad. The vacant look of fury that had been in Jacob’s eyes as the blows had rained down onto Noah, the vile, cruel words that had fallen from his lips and cut into Noah like a knife – all of it had frightened Noah down to the marrow in his bones. If he didn’t get away from this man….and soon….he’d probably end up dead.
But with no transportation, no money, no cell phone and living out in the suburbs with no bus lines running nearby, Noah felt like he was trapped. Hell, he couldn’t even talk to the neighbors or they’d end up dead – Jacob had all but told him that. But he had to get away, had to, if he wanted to live.
The rumble of an engine had him turning his head to look out the living room window to see Jacob’s car pulling into the driveway. He stood up straighter, running a hand over his slicked back hair to make sure it was still behaving before quickly straightening his shirt. He didn’t want anything, either on him or in the house, out of place or it might set Jacob off.
His heart pounded in his chest as he heard the footsteps on the stairs and then they crossed the porch.
Jacob’s keys jingled as he put one into the deadbolt – the very deadbolt that had caused Noah so much pain four days ago when he had forgotten to lock it after greeting the package delivery driver and accepting whatever it was that Jacob had ordered. The box had been fairly large and Noah had to close the front door with his hip as he walked with it over to the dining room table. And then he’d gotten distracted by the timer going off letting him know he had to get the fresh-baked cookies out of the oven. By the time he was done doing that, he had forgotten all about the deadbolt.
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