by A. L Long
Lowering his hand further down my body, he continued to cover my skin with the lather. While his right hand was occupied with washing, the left moved lower to where my heat was beginning to build. A small moan escaped my mouth when he dipped his finger inside. Moving closer, leaving no space between our bodies, he gently nibbled on my earlobe and commanded, “Turn around, babe.”
Adhering to his demand, I slowly turned and placed my hands against the wet tile. I could feel his body press to mine. Feeling the softness of his lips on my shoulder, he stated, “This is how it will always be, Gabrielle.”
I had no doubt that what he said was the truth. It was how I wanted it to be too. Us together, just like this. No more was I going to deny myself the one thing that I needed. No more was I going to deny myself the right to be happy. When I felt the source of his masculinity, I could only think of one thing. “I am giving you my trust, Chavez. I’m giving you my heart. Please don’t destroy it.”
“Never, Gabrielle. I will never hurt you.” His words were thick with emotion, like he meant every word he said. Sliding his cock between my legs, he stopped at the entrance to my tight pucker, revealing his desire. “One day when I feel you are ready, this will be mine.”
My breath hitched as I felt a small smack on my ass, letting me know that he was in control of my pleasure and only he would be satisfying it. Feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance, I pushed my hips towards him, giving him what he wanted. When he pushed inside my channel, I could feel my entrance stretch to accommodate his size. My heart swelled with emotion as he began working his manhood inside me. I thought I was going to let go of all the torment I held on to for so long.
Biting my bottom lip to stifle my cry, I leaned my forehead against the cold tile and let him show me the pleasures that I had resisted for so long because I felt the need to protect my heart. With every thrust, Chavez was breaking down the walls that kept me secure from ever being hurt. Was I ready to let those walls crash, and was Chavez the only man I would allow to do that?
Pulling free from my body, I felt his hands take hold of my waist as he spun my body around. Before I could get my footing, my feet were off of the tile floor and wrapped around his waist while my back pressed against the tile wall. Bending his legs, once again he entered me, finding the one spot that would make me come undone. I was truly his and it was confirmed when I could no longer hold back my release. My juices coated his pulsating arousal and he too soared to an awesome, shuddering ecstasy.
~****~
Arriving at Grand Central twenty minutes early to assess the station, I decided to hang back while the Jagged Edge team checked it out. As much as I wanted to be a part of it, I took Chavez’s advice and remained in a telecommunications van disguised as a commercial vehicle. The inside of the van was equipped with surveillance equipment that Graham suggested we use in order to keep tabs on what was happening inside. Chavez and Ryan Hyatt were dressed with hidden cameras in their coveralls, while Peter and Sly were wired with audio so they could let us know what was going on. We had eyes and ears inside, making it easier for me to stay behind.
Graham brought up the monitors and within minutes, I could see the inside of the station perfectly. Chavez was making slow moves scanning the waiting area where Kataryna was supposed to meet her father. We still had ten more minutes until they arrived and the guys were double checking everything to make sure we were a go.
This was the part of the job I hated. Not being there hands on was harder than I thought. Being on the other side was not something I was used to. I knew that if this meeting was going to end the way we needed it to, with Elliott in custody, I needed to hang back and watch.
It was getting close to the meeting time and Peter confirmed that Kataryna had arrived. I knew that it was only a matter of minutes until Elliott would be showing up. I was never a nail biter, but playing this waiting game was having a toll on my nerves. More than anything I wanted the son-of-a-bitch, known as my father, to pay for what he did.
Sitting anxiously in my chair, I heard Peter’s voice come over the speaker, “All is well. EC has arrived.”
When I heard the words come over, my heart dropped and a tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Taking deep breaths to calm my nerves, I watched the monitors as Chavez moved his body so that the camera hidden in the top button of his coveralls was right on Elliott, aka, my father.
Ryan also had his camera pointed in the direction of my father. When Elliott walked up to Kataryna, who was sitting on one of the long benches, I could see him clear as day. I jumped from my seat and stood, placing my hands in front of the monitor as though it would allow me to get closer to the man I hated with all my being. Gritting my teeth, I said in disgust, “Graham, order Chavez to take him down.”
As I listen to Graham give him the command, Chavez was on the move by the way the hidden camera began moving to his footsteps. Ryan had changed his position as well, capturing Chavez closing in on Elliott. Pretending to clean around the bench where Kataryna and Elliott were seated, Chavez was able to get behind him, secure his shoulders, and hold his body against the back of the bench. That was my cue to move in.
“Let’s go,” I ordered, looking over to Graham, who waved to me to go ahead.
When I walked into the station, everything was already under control. Elliott was in handcuffs being held by Peter. I wasn’t sure where the rest of the men were. As I scanned the area, I could only see Ryan comforting Kataryna on the opposite side of the station. Chavez was nowhere to be found. Walking up to Peter, I asked, concerned, “Where is Chavez?”
Pulling Elliott to his feet, he looked at me and said, “Heading back to the van to get you. Didn’t you see him?”
“No, of course I didn’t see him,” I replied, confused.
None of this made sense. There was no reason for Chavez to come and get me when I could see exactly what was going on from the van. He had to have known that I would be entering the station once my father was in custody. Heading out of the double doors, I went across the street to where the van was parked. Sliding back the side door, there was no one inside. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed his number and listen to it ring until it went to voicemail. Getting more and more frustrated, I slammed the door shut and headed back inside the station.
Seeing the look on Sly and Ryan’s face said it all. Something was definitely wrong and it had to do with Chavez. Walking up to them, I asked, hesitantly, “Where’s Chavez?”
Handing me a note, Sly looked right at me and said, “It’s okay, Gabrielle. We will find him.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Chavez
Knowing that Elliott, or Abraham, or whatever his name was, was in custody, I decided to head to the men’s bathroom and get out of these coveralls so I could move more easily. What I didn’t expect was to be blindsided. Lying down in the back of a van, blindfolded and tied with zip-ties around my wrists and ankles, I was helpless and had no idea where I was going. I could only use my instincts to figure out where I was. About the only thing that would save me was the fact that I was still wearing the coveralls and the camera was still operational. It didn’t matter though, soon I would be out of range and the camera would go black.
Trying my best to get out of my restraints, I could hear two voices in front of me. One of them I could have sworn was Graham, but I knew that there was no way that could be possible. He was an FBI agent, for God’s sake. Keeping my cool, I honed in on their conversation.
“They are going to be pretty damn fucked when they find that Mr. Michael Chavez is nowhere to be found,” one of the men said in a scruffy voice.
“Yeah. They are going to be fucked,” the other agreed with a chuckle. “Maybe the boss will even give us a bonus.”
These two losers had another thing coming if they thought they were going to get any kind of bonus. The only bonus they could count on was a 4x8 cell. There was no way they would be getting away with this. Tugging at my restraints, the only thing I accompli
shed was cutting my skin with the thin plastic. The ties were on tight and unless I could cut my hands off, there was no way I was going to get free. “Okay, one for them,” I thought. It didn’t mean that they had won.
Going to plan two, which was my back-up, I squirmed a little and managed to get my hands far enough down my body to reach inside my left boot. What I was looking for was still there, because it was as uncomfortable as hell against my skin. Pulling it free from the straps that held it in place, I pulled it free and held it in my hand. In order to engage the switchblade, I needed to create some sort of distraction so the click couldn’t be heard.
Letting out a loud cough, I clicked the switch and engaged the blade. My cough wasn’t loud enough, as one of the men asked, “What the fuck was that?” Holding still, I waited to see what would happen. I heard a seat belt release and held my breath.
Clearing my throat, I needed to do or say something. “Where the fuck are you taking me? You will never get away with this.”
“Aww… listen, Bud. Our little friend has woken up from his nappy-pooh.”
I could have killed this guy. Who the fuck did he think he was? Trying to keep my cool and not agitate with guys more than I was already, I asked nicely, “Can you open a window or something? I’m dying here.”
“Our little prisoner needs some air, Bud. What do you think, should we give him some air?” he teased.
That voice was one that I had heard before. I knew that it was Graham, and no matter how hard he tried to conceal it with that southern twang, I knew it was him, but I wasn’t about to let him know that I knew. Lifting the blindfold from my eyes, I could at least see where I was. Turning my head, I was able to see who the driver was and also the passenger. Just as I thought, it was Graham. When they found out that he had something to do with this, the FBI would be having a field day with him.
Keeping my thoughts to myself, I worked the knife through the ties around my ankles until they were free. It was dark enough in the back of the van that Graham and his friend had no idea that I had broken free. When the van came to a stop, I knew that I had a small window of opportunity if I wanted to escape. Grabbing the handle to the door, I slid it open and jumped from the van before it began to move. I had no idea where I was, but it wasn’t very far from Manhattan based on the lights in the distance. Once I was out of the van, I ran as fast as I could down the street, trying to find any place that I could to hide. Seeing my only saving grace, I ran down an alley where I could hide out of sight.
I managed to stay out of sight behind a large dumpster, hoping that Graham and his partner wouldn’t be coming this way to look for me. Peeking out from behind the large green container, I no longer saw the back of the van. I was pretty sure that they had taken another route. I focused on the end of the alley where it met the street, seeing nothing that resembled the van. Thinking I was pretty safe, I stood to my feet and headed down the alley, carefully watching for anything that seemed out of the ordinary.
When I got to the street, the coast was clear. I had to find a phone so I could let the guys at Jagged Edge know what was going on and that I was safe.
~****~
Getting debriefed had to be the most excruciating process, right next to having a root canal performed. Never in my life had I been asked so many questions or accused of something that I would never be a part of. When Gabrielle finally showed up along with Peter, with Sly and Ryan behind them, I knew that everything that I had said would soon be confirmed.
I thought I knew Gabrielle pretty good, but when she came at me the way that she did, I never thought she would blast between the men from the FBI that were questioning me with such determination. Shoving and pushing them out of the way, Gabrielle got to where I was standing and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
It was the most compassionate thing that I had ever seen her do. Taking hold of her hand, I leaned over slightly and kissed her tenderly on the cheek as I replied, “Everything is good now that you are here.”
I meant every word I said. I couldn’t have been happier to see anyone. Pulling away from her, I could feel everyone in the room staring at us. Peter and Ryan were the only two who had a pretty good idea what was going on, and based on their reaction, they knew what kind of relationship Gabrielle and I really had.
As we walked toward the doorway, I heard one of the agents say, “This isn’t over, Agent Jackson. We will continue this tomorrow.”
I knew the agent meant every word he said. I just didn’t know if he was aware that what he expected to find out was going to be a waste of time. I didn’t trust the FBI, and I certainly didn’t trust him. The only people who were going to know what actually happened and what I knew were Gabrielle and the guys at Jagged Edge.
As we left, Gabrielle made that fact well known. “We need to talk. I want to know everything that happened.”
“Not here. The only place that I know is secure enough to talk is at Jagged Edge Security,” I asserted.
Taking Gabrielle with me in my 4-Runner, I followed Peter out of the parking garage and to the shop. Thirty minutes later we were gathered around the conference room table where everyone was waiting for me to explain what happened. Clearing my throat, I stood up and began. “Graham Porter is a fucking troll. I knew he shouldn’t have been trusted. His geeky makeup was a big put-on. He knew about everything and we gave him all the tools he needed to know exactly what was going on.”
“Wait a minute. Are you trying to tell us that Graham was responsible for taking you?” Gabrielle asked, confusion set on her face.
“Yeah. That is exactly what I’m saying. I’m not sure what he stuck me with, but whatever it was, I was out, bound and blindfolded, lying in the back of a van. There was one thing he didn’t count on. Blindfolded or not, I would know his voice anywhere, even with that fake accent.”
“Now that we know his involvement in this, we need to figure out why and what his relationship is to Elliott Crawford.” Peter was spot on as he interjected his thoughts.
There was one thing more important than worrying about Graham, and that was scanning the back room for any bugs that he might have planted. I wouldn’t put it past him to bug this place, especially since he was left alone on more than one occasion. Holding back, I waited for the guys to leave the conference room. The only two people left were Gabrielle and me. Even though things didn’t turn out the way we had planned, at least her father was in custody and she would have her wish.
~****~
Grabbing a couple of bug zappers, as I called them, Gabrielle and I headed to the back room to zap some bugs. As we entered the room, I took the right side while Gabrielle took the left. There wasn’t one inch of the room that we wouldn’t be searching for bugs. I never heard so many beeps and buzzes in my life. Graham definitely had a heyday when he bugged the room. Not only did we find microphones, there were also tiny cameras hidden out of sight.
An hour later the room was completely cleaned. We found ten microphones and five cameras. Graham was going to get a surprise when he found that he no longer had eyes or ears in the shop. Just to be safe, I decided to check out the rest of the shop just to make sure there weren’t any other bugs planted.
Feeling pretty confident that the shop was fully cleaned, we decided to call it a day. Heading out of the shop, I helped Gabrielle into my 4-Runner and closed the door. It was late and I hadn’t eaten all day, and I knew that Gabrielle probably hadn’t eaten either. Taking hold of her hand, I brought it to my lips and kissed it gently. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starved,” she contended.
“Me too. Anything in particular that you are hungry for?”
“You.”
Thinking the same thing, I smiled at her. “I guess we could always order in.”
When we got to my place, after breaking every speeding law, Gabrielle took me in her arms and pressed me against the wall before I could close the door. As she held me in place, I reached over and closed the door. Her lips fell on mine, and
in an instant she was struggling to get me undressed. We were going at each other like a couple of animals on the hunt for their next meal. It was the sexiest thing that she had ever done. I kind of liked this dominatrix side of her. That was something I could undeniably get used to.
Ending her moment of power, I lifted her off the floor, made a one hundred eighty-degree turn, and pressed her body against the door. There wasn’t going to be one inch of her body that I wasn’t going to devour. Taking in her intoxicating scent, I trailed open mouthed kisses along the smooth column of her neck to the valley between her delicious feminine curves. Sliding my tongue across her rosy bud, I sucked the tip into a hard peak. As much as I wanted to take her where I stood, I had different plans for her and they included a few items that I had in my room.
Making sure her legs were securely wrapped around my waist, I headed to my room with her in my arms. I felt the warmth of her breath on my shoulder as she tenderly began kissing me. It was hard to concentrate on where I was going, but I managed to get her to the bed with my cock pulsating at just the thought of what I had planned for her.
