by Abby Wood
A distant drone of conversation woke Josie up. She stretched her arms out and lifted her ass to soft caresses. She mewed and spread her legs wider. Donovan was drawing light circles around her anus with his finger.
Wanting to stay in bed all day, she refused to open her eyes and face reality. The voices in the other room belonged to all the agents, and as soon as she and Donovan walked out of the bedroom, Donovan’s attention would veer away from her to whatever case needed to be analyzed, planned, and worked on.
“I know you’re awake.” Donovan rolled closer and slid his thigh between her legs.
“Mm…” She wiggled her ass. “I wish I wasn’t. I want to go on enjoying this dream.”
“It’s no dream, baby.”
He dipped his finger in her slit and returned to tickling her anus. The juice pooling between her lips added a delightful sensation. She pressed against his hand. He’d taken her this way once before, but not fully. He’d stopped before thrusting his full length inside of her. She moaned. Her pussy dampened more. The thought of him possessing every part of her body appealed to her.
His cock pulsed against her hip, and she bucked her ass up in the air. Her fingers curled into the sheet. Donovan pushed his finger into her tight hole, and for how much her body wanted more, her sphincter muscles tightened, grasping his finger.
“Your ass is begging me to fuck it.” Donovan nuzzled her shoulder. “So small and inviting.” He thrust his hips, pressing his cock against her hip. “I want to bury myself in you and feel how much you enjoy me pumping my cock deep inside you.”
She moved against his finger. Up, down, up, down. Amazed that she found so much pleasure without one touch on her clit, she continued the motion. If he kept this up, she’d orgasm in no time.
“That’s it, baby, fuck my finger.” His breath came heavy and warm against her skin. “This time, I want to watch your ass take all of me, every single inch, and when I’m about to come…” He spread his fingers and, without removing the one in her anus, teased her pussy with his pinky. “I want to pull my cock out, grab it, and shoot my load all over your fucked ass.”
“Yes.” She buried her head in the mattress and raised her hips higher. “Do it.”
Donovan withdrew his hand and moved off the bed. She groaned at the loss of him. Slipping her arms under her stomach, she slid her middle finger between her lower lips and pressed it against her clit. Oh, God…
The bed compressed beside her. A soft click came next, and she knew he’d brought the tube of lube with him. She turned her head toward him. “Hurry.”
He ran a dollop of lubrication over the condom he must have put on when he left the bed. “I’ll try to go slow.” Adding more liquid from the tube to his hand, he slid his fingers between her cheeks and over her anus. “Damn, you’re ready.”
“Please…”
Moving over between her knees, he held himself up by his arms and rubbed his cock up and along her ass. She lifted her hips in the air every time his hardness passed over her anus.
“Damn, you are so beautiful.” He leaned on one hand and guided his dick with the other. “Real easy, baby.” He popped through the tight ring of her anus. “Oh, fuck.” His body quivered. “I wish you knew how this feels for me.”
“I do.” She pushed back. “More, Donovan. I’m about to come.”
He growled low in his throat and thrust his length all the way inside her. The pressure was unbelievable. She took everything he offered. “Show me that you love me.” She squirmed underneath his weight.
Donovan started out slow and built up a rhythm. He’d almost pull out before sinking back in. Her pussy spasmed as if getting fucked itself, and it caused her to involuntarily tighten her anus. Her body rocked against the mattress, stimulating her clit enough that she felt herself reaching her peak.
“Oh, God…I—I’m going to…” Her body convulsed into one huge contraction. “Come!”
He rode her hard, fast, grunting through each aftershock of her orgasm as her muscles squeezed his cock. She clutched at the bed, trying to meet each of his thrusts. The energy she'd had earlier disappeared, and she flopped down on the bed.
Donovan grasped her hips and brought her knees up on the bed. Withdrawing from her pussy, he peeled off the condom and tossed it on the floor. “Oh, yeah, that’s what I want. I’m gonna shoot my load all over you.”
She got on her elbows and peered over her shoulder. Donovan stroked himself and gazed upon her ass. So fierce and determined, he beat his cock against her anus. Sweat popping out on his forehead, he gave two more shakes, groaned loudly, and shot warm cum over her hole.
Not able to hold herself up, she flopped back down on the bed. Donovan stood up and moved over to grab one of his T-shirts. She smiled as he wiped between her legs. “We really are roughing it without a bathroom close by, aren’t we?”
“Yeah.” He leaned over and kissed the back of her head. “I’ll get dressed and go distract everyone while you run down the hallway to take a shower.” He moved off the bed.
“Hey, Donovan?” She rolled over onto her side. “Thank you. That meant a lot to me.” She gave a little shrug. “I don’t know exactly why, but it did.”
“I know.” He winked. “I feel the same.”
* * *
Bryce and Taylor stood over in the corner of the living room, heads together, both trying to listen in on the satellite phone. Whatever conversation was taking place over the phone seemed to displease the two men. Josie jolted as Jolene plopped down beside her on the sagging couch.
“I see you had a good morning.” Jolene flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and leaned closer. “FYI. The cabin is small, and noises carry.”
Her eyes widened, and she whipped her head around to find Donovan talking to Tony by the kitchen. “Oh, God…” She slumped against the back of the couch. “Me or him?”
“Both of you.” Jolene patted her leg. “Don’t worry about it. We’re all so hung up on our own love lives, we barely noticed.” She pointed over at the two men on the other side of the room. “Tony told me that Bryce and Taylor have fallen in love with the same woman.”
“Aw, poor guys.” Josie stuck out her lip. “With them being such good friends, I imagine that is hard for them.”
Jolene shrugged. “Maybe not. Between you and me, I think they’re trying to convince the woman to have them both.”
“A ménage?” She studied the two guys more closely. “Interesting.”
“You can say that again.”
Both women turned toward each other, paused, and grinned. “Lucky woman,” they said in unison.
“Marie?”
Jolene elbowed her arm. “Donovan’s calling you.”
She raised her gaze and stood up. “Gah, I hate that name. Half the time, I don’t know who he’s talking to.”
Walking over to Donovan, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tipped back her head. “All done with agent talk?”
He nodded. “Come outside with me.”
Holding his hand, she followed him past the others and through the door. He stopped and laid his hands on her shoulders. “We’ve got problems.”
“With me?” She tilted her head to the side and frowned.
“Yeah.” He gazed over her shoulder and scanned the edges of the woods. “Renfro’s found us. Tony found some tracks early this morning, and when he sent Bryce to check the road, there’s a stolen car abandoned about a mile and a half from here. Looks like they weren’t prepared for the deep ruts in the old logging road.”
“But that doesn’t mean—”
“He’s already linked the car to Renfro. His prints were all over the steering wheel. That’s what we were talking to headquarters about.”
She pulled his arm. “What in the hell are we doing out here, then?”
Donovan pushed her hair off of her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “It’s part of the plan. Right now he knows we’re all up and on guard. We want him to see you here at the house.”
“Why?” She turned her head to scan the area, but Donovan kissed her before whispering in her ear. “Don’t act paranoid. I’ll explain more to you later. For now, you’re going to go back in the house and try to take a nap.”
“W-why?”
“Tonight, we’re going to use the darkness to our advantage and sneak out of here on foot. We can’t chance driving down the mountain. There’s only one way in and one way out.” He held her in front of him, sheltered from any danger that might be lurking in the yard.
“Hike down the mountain?” She pressed her hand to her chest. “I can’t do that.” Shaking her head, she lowered her voice. “We’ll be out in the open. Renfro or his men will kill us.” Her chest pounded, and she looked away. “I want to stay at the cabin…around all the others.”
He held her head in his hands and forced her to face him. “Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Then let me take care of this. All you have to do is follow my directions.” He opened the door to lead her back inside, paused, and frowned. “I’m sorry to say that you can’t tell Jolene about our plans. Bryce and Taylor will leave like they are going back to work, but will be helping us. Tony is staying behind to guard the house, because we hope to escape unnoticed. It wouldn’t be fair to leave Jolene unguarded if Renfro or his men come looking for you here.”
She nodded. Heaviness settled on her chest. She didn’t want any of them hurt because of her. It wasn’t even fair that she was paying the price for being an innocent bystander at the club. She'd had no idea she’d walk in and witness Renfro blowing someone’s head off, and the shipment of cocaine in his office. Hell, it wasn’t even my night to work, but Sherri called in sick. “Okay.”
Chapter Four
Knock. Knock. “Marie?”
Josie froze with her jeans around her knees and swung around to blink at Donovan. “I thought you said Tony was taking Jolene to bed early?” she whispered.
Donovan shrugged. “That’s what he said.”
She wiggled and pulled her pants up, and moved closer to Donovan. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Open the door.” He chuckled. “She’s not going to know what is going on. Be cool.”
“Easy for you to say, Agent D.” She stuck out her tongue. “You’re the picture of calm. I’m a nervous wreck.”
She inhaled, ran her fingers through her hair, and opened the door. “Hi.” Josie smiled and leaned against the door.
“Oh, good, you guys are still awake.” She stepped inside the room and shut the door behind her. “I need to talk with you.”
Donovan stood up and moved in front of the backpack he’d already packed and prepared to wear on their excursion down the mountain. “We were just getting ready for bed, Jolene. Maybe we can talk in—”
Jolene waved her hand in the air. “Don’t try to bullshit me, Donovan. Do you really think I don’t see the whispers and the meetings all you G-men have had today?” She scoffed. “Even if I did ignore all that, do you really think Tony would go to bed at nine o’clock without touching me once?” She shook her head and smiled. “I know something is up, and since you brought Marie to my mountain, and I really like her, I want to know what is going on. I don’t want anything to happen…to either one of you.”
Silence filled the bedroom. Jolene gazed at Donovan. He remained closed off and in agent mode. She nodded. Jolene was right. It wasn’t fair of them to put her life, her home, and the life of her lover at risk without telling her what was going on. The more she knew, the bigger the chance that they’d all make it out alive.
“There is a man…actually a mob of men, who would like to kill me.” She moved back and sat on the edge of the bed. “I worked at Castle Casino in Seattle, a real swanky place where I served drinks and once in awhile filled in at the blackjack table.” She stood back up and flung out her hands. “One night, I walked into the owner’s office to turn in my receipts, something I did all the time, but this time when I opened the door…he shot one of his goons.” She dug the heels of her hands against her eyes. The picture of that night was branded in her head. “I tried to run away, but one of the men dragged me back into the office.” She moved over and wrapped her arms around Donovan’s waist. “I thought I was going to get away with just having them threaten me if I told, but the police busted in. The boss got away, but decided I was too big of a liability. Now I stand between him and prison.”
“Oh, Marie.” Jolene stepped over and smoothed her hair back from her face. “The G-men will keep you safe. I believe that with all my heart.”
Donovan cleared his throat. “We’re leaving tonight. I’m taking Jo-Marie down the mountain. Let Tony know that we’ve told you what is going on. He’ll keep you safe.”
Jolene nodded. “You’re hiking?”
“Yeah.”
Her face broke out in a smile. “See…there was a reason why I listened to the talks today.” She slapped her leg. “Wait until I tell Tony how stealthy I’ve become.” She laughed.
“Jolene…” Donovan frowned.
“No, really. I did really well.” She crossed her arms. “If I hadn’t found out, you two would be suffering from a seven-day hike into some of the roughest territory in the state. Now you don’t have to.”
“What are you talking about?” Donovan cocked his head.
“Think. I own a fishing charter company. I’ve got rafts, canoes, kayaks, even a row boat.” Her grin grew. “You could be off the mountain in six hours…eight at the most. All you have to do is let the river float you downstream.” She crossed her arms. “This is my starting point, and the rangers who use this cabin during open season let me store my supplies in the old shed. Everything is right here, ready for you to use.”
Jolene stared at Donovan. He paced the small room, rubbing his stomach. “Donovan?” She moved to block his path. “It makes sense. Renfro and his men wouldn’t have access to a boat right away, and by the time they stole one, we’d be even farther away.”
“All they’d have to do is shoot at the raft, and our lives would be in a different kind of danger. No.” He turned to Jolene. “Thanks, but no.”
“Then don’t use the raft. I’ve got two aluminum canoes. You’d only need one. Plus they're faster in the water than a raft.”
Josie squealed and hugged her friend. “That’s perfect.” She turned to Donovan. “Isn’t it? And you have to know I’m not really the wilderness type.”
“Get Tony.” Donovan’s forehead scrunched up. “Fuck if you girls haven’t saved our ass,” he muttered.
Jolene ran out of the room, and Josie threw her arms around Donovan’s neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She peppered kisses along his jaw.
“Don’t thank me yet, baby. We both have to get out of here alive first.”
* * *
The sky was darker than anything she’d ever experienced. No streetlights, no neon signs, no blinding lights from headlights pointed in her direction from cars going home. Josie snuggled down further in the boat and laid her head on Donovan’s backpack. Thank goodness with the glow of the moon she was able to make out most of Donovan’s face or she’d go crazy.
The roar of the river seemed incredibly loud in the dead of night. In the day, the rush of water over rocks created a gentle lullaby that soothed and relaxed. At night, it could have been the background music for a low-budget horror flick with all its heavy footsteps and deep breathing.
“We just passed Bryce.” Donovan lifted the oars out of the water and gazed down at her. “He’s the last safety net. We’re on our own for the next hour or so.”
She chewed on her lip. Donovan was more than competent in his job. “How do we know when we reach the bottom of the mountain and what do we do when we arrive?”
He slipped the oars back into the water. “Once we reach the dam, we’ll walk about two miles to a little town called Yale. Bryce has arranged for us to have a car available to use.”
“Dam?” She shot up. The
canoe wobbled, and Donovan lost control in the current. She shrieked and lunged over the bench seat for him. The dark, swirling waters frightened her more than toppling over the dam and killing herself did. “D-Donovan—”
A loud crack followed with Donovan’s dammit nearly stopped her heart. She let go of his arm and sunk down in the canoe. “What was that?”
“Lay flat.” He pulled the broken oar that was shot in half out of the ring holder and flung it in the water.
Afraid to move and rock the canoe more, she stretched out and tried to reach for Donovan. “Get down!”
“Don’t worry about me. We’ve got to get some distance between us and them.” He pulled the one remaining oar through the water before switching sides and repeating the action. “Get my cell phone out of the bag. See if it works yet.”
It wasn’t easy to turn around with the bench blocking her from the backpack. She wormed her way over and past. Her hands shook, and she struggled with the zipper on the side of the bag. Come on, come on…there!
She held the phone up in the air. “I got it.”
“Fuck.” He dropped the oar in the bottom of the canoe, dragged the pistol out of the holster under his arm, and kneeled down in the boat. “Stay down. I just saw movement up ahead.” He shoved the magazine in the pistol and pushed the safety off. “Take cover.”
The quick repetitive pop, pop, pop had her lying flat down on her stomach when the cell phone vibrated against her chest. She jerked back. Two bars showed up in the right top corner of the screen. She sat up, being careful not to rock the canoe. “It works!”
Standing up, she leaned over to hand their one lifeline for help to Donovan. Another blast came, she screamed, and her body pitched over the side of the boat.
Donovan!
* * *
The second he spotted Josie attempting to stand up, he lowered his shooting arm, threw himself toward her, and his right shoulder exploded in a shower of pain. A deep burn tunneled down his arm, leaving his hand useless. He scanned behind the canoe for any sign of Josie, but in the damn darkness he couldn’t tell a whitecap from a body.
