"I’ll send you a bill,” I teased.
“I would happily give you everything I own for this sweet pussy,” he said and then kissed my lips.
I kept my lips tightly together as he kissed me. I moved my lips down to his neck and began kissing him there to avert his attention from the halfhearted kiss. I rolled off of him so that I was lying beside him and close to my coat that held my gun.
“I take checks,” I said and smiled at him. But there was no amount of money Blaine could pay to rectify the crimes he’d been involved in. When it came to my country, I was overprotective. I didn’t take checks or bribes. He would have to pay me in blood for the treason he’d committed against our great land of America.
I did get to fuck the shit out of him and that was gratifying enough. By the time everything was said and done, I’d be screwing Blaine in more ways than one. My mission was to get information about the cell he was working for, by tapping his car and cell phone. Sure, I went through extreme measures to get my job done…but I got the job done.
Blaine's boss was responsible for a terroristic plot against all rural areas in America. They weren’t after highly populated areas like malls, movies or highly important places like the World Trade Center or The White House. No, this cell wanted to make us afraid to even live in our homes. To invoke fear that something as simple as sitting down to watch an episode of The Game on TV could end in a boom, with a missile in the middle of your living room.
Part one of my mission was complete, when I looked over and he was passed out partly from the haze of our encounter, but mostly from the sedative-infused chocolate he ate so happily and carelessly.
Once I was sure he was out cold, I slipped my coat back on and grabbed my bag. I snatched his car keys, wallet and cellphone. As he lay on the bed in a post-sex stupor, I placed a chip inside of his phone and opened the hotel door and handed his car keys off to my partner, Wiley Davis.
Once Wiley brought the keys back, I stared at Blaine. I pulled my piece out of my bag and aimed for his head. “I could kill you right now, you sack of shit,” I said, wanting to kill him and make love to him again, all in the same stroke. But murdering Blaine wasn’t my mission. He was more useful alive.
I placed a kiss on a napkin, leaving my black lipstick stain as a signature mark on his bed. I put my trench coat on and exited the room as smoothly as I’d entered. Wiley was waiting downstairs with the engine revving. We drove away in a hurry.
After tonight, Blaine would be a distant memory. But the twinkle in his eyes, his gorgeous smile and that kiss, Lord that kiss, would never be forgotten. Blaine was another notch under my belt. He wouldn’t be able to trace anything about my existence, after tonight. I didn’t leave a phone number, mailing address, not even an email address. After I got the information I needed to track his cell, it would be as if I didn’t exist.
CHAPTER TWO
Back Story
We dropped by the station to scan photocopies of everything that was in Blaine’s wallet for our files, as well as run his passport through the system. I also took a shower at the station. I had a rule not to take any remnants of my job home. Whenever I entered my home, it was like going into a sanctuary. A place of peace away from the assortment of things I did to keep America secure.
I had a mock apartment where I would go to every evening, park my work car in the front, enter the front door and exit through an escape hatch in the back. I’d hop in my personal car and head to my real home. No one knew where I really lived, not even my partner, and I wanted to keep it that way.
After arriving home an hour later, I walked into my den, plopped down on the sofa and turned on a lamp. I looked around at my piece of suburbia and immediately thought about Blaine. Why Blaine was the first person on my mind? I don’t know. Like I said, I didn’t like to bring work home, but I was sure that by now he was waking up from the effects of the sedative I’d slipped him. I imagined his sexy mouth watering for another round of the bomb as sex we had, only to find that he'd been got. Sucka.
I would have locked him up, if my direct orders weren't to bug his phone, car and photocopy his passport and ID. The agency wanted him at large, communicating with his terror cell, instead of in federal prison.
As I sat in the quiet sitting room, I took mental inventory of the dead bodies, indecent sexual encounters, drops, busts, and identities I’d had since joining the agency. It was a lot. For the greater good, I had to evolve into a person that I didn’t know and possibly wouldn’t even like in real life.
“Are you okay?” Granson asked, startling me from my thoughts. He'd come into the den and found me sitting in the dark.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just had one of those days,” I said, softly.
“I assume you had a tough night. You usually sit in here alone when things get rough,” Granson said walking all the way into the room and standing in front of me.
Grandson was my live-in boyfriend. We’d known each other for years. Met before I joined the agency and before I even graduated college. He was a young professor at Main State University and I took his criminal justice course my senior year. At first, I couldn’t stand his rigorous guidelines and requirements, but eventually his big, hearty smile won over my compliance, and my heart.
“It was business as usual,” I said. And it was. Even as I climaxed over and over as I rode Blaine’s flawlessly made cock into utopia, it was business.
If what I was telling myself was the truth, why did I feel some type of way? A way I’d never felt when undercover. Blaine Broadnack was electric. I felt so damn right in his big strong arms.
Ut oh…
Hell no!
Shake it off, Nicolette.
I willed my mind to erase any and all memories of my encounter with tonight’s perp. That’s right…he was a perp, not the electrically sexy Blaine Broadnack.
“Well, don’t let it bother you too much,” Granson said as he sat down next to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He put his arm around me and leaned in to kiss me.
I instinctively moved my face before his lips touched mine and his kiss landed on my neck. “Not tonight, honey,” I said, daring to make eye contact. I was certain he would see the lingering lust for another man in my eyes if our eyes connected right then.
"Come on, babe," Granson said, pulling my face to his for a kiss. He moaned out his passion as he looked into my eyes. But I felt nothing…absolutely nothing.
“I’m really tired. It was a trying day,” I admitted.
“It’s been a long time though,” he said, and finally his kiss landed on my lips.
I could see the disappointment in his eyes, as his chest sunk in with his exhalation of air, when I broke his kiss again. I didn’t feel up to giving him what he needed, but I hated that look. I feigned ignorance and asked, “What?”
“I understand you having a bad day and not wanting to be with me, but what’s been your excuse for the past month? You barely let me touch you morning, noon, or night.”
“Let’s not…”
“Talk about it tonight. That's so typical…” he said and quickly stood up. “Don’t think that I’m just going to keep chasing behind you, Nikki. There are plenty of women out there that wouldn’t mind giving me some ass. Don’t get me confused and think that I’m just some desperate man.”
“So, why don’t you get with one of the plenty of women that want to give you some and stop begging me all the damn time, Granson,” I said, mostly out of anger that he had thrown the prospect of being with other women in my face. I guessed he was thinking about traveling down the same road as he had traveled with me by sleeping with one of his students.
He didn’t reply. He just shook his head and looked at me for a long time before I watched his silhouette arise from the couch and walk down the hallway. He disappeared behind our bedroom door that immediately slammed behind him.
Dang it. I didn’t know what I was going to do about the way I was starting to feel about Granson. We’d been a couple for six ye
ars and moved in together just before the birth of our three-year-old daughter. Before I started using my female persuasion to get the bad guys, our sex life was da bomb dot com. He's a well-equipped, sensuous lover that should have had no problem getting his woman in bed at least one night a week, but the thought of his big hands roaming my body, touching me sensuously, after what I’d already done earlier tonight made me feel like someone was scraping their fingernails on a chalkboard.
I laid back on the sofa and blew out a deep breath. Thoughts of Blaine’s dick gliding slowly and hungrily against my clit caused my body to throb with need. Realizing where my mind was about to take me, I quickly clasped my hands together. I couldn’t lose who I was for the sake of my badge.
I jumped up off the sofa and trekked down the hall. I peaked in on my little angel and she was lying in her bed sound asleep. I continued the walk to my bedroom and tapped on my locked door. “Honey, please let me in,” I said softly.
I realized Granson wasn’t going to answer, so I pleaded to his weakness. "Baby, I want to sleep in your arms tonight."
Granson fancied holding me in his embrace all night long. Sometimes, I would wake up and he would just be staring at me, as if I was the last woman on earth and he feared losing me.
“Nikki, why don’t you just go and sleep on the couch like you have been?”
“Granson, let me in. I’m sorry.”
Silence met my apology. He didn’t utter a word or make one sound. A minute passed and he still hadn’t come to the door. I cleared my throat and began to sing our favorite song softly, in a tone birthed out of the same soul as the famous singer, Adele.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away,
I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face
and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over…
It was a tune that we’d laughed and sang together many times before. It brought us humor and tugged our heartstrings, whenever we sang together. The door crept opened with a squeak.
I stood on the other side staring up into his big, hazel eyes remembering the very best part of him. The reason I loved him was vivid in his hazel eyes. He was my smart, nurturer and conqueror, and the man who pushed me to follow my dreams. My teacher and my student. That was the man standing strong in front of me. The man that had been madly in love with me for years.
I fell into his arms. Our love was evident in the way our bodies connected, speaking a language that only we could understand.
"I love you," I admitted truthfully.
"I love you too," he responded, pulling me closer than close. His kiss was feral, his tongue slithering out of his mouth to lap the soul right out of my body. His body writhed hungrily against mine, ready to consummate the moment with unbridled mating.
My pussy swelled, an arousal I would’ve never imagined possible sprang forth. The thought of how much he needed this, needed me, caused me to spring a leak and wetness pooled in my panties. He disrobed me rapidly, then himself. Once we were free of any barriers, he picked me up and laid me on the bed. He held my hands high above my head, pressing them firmly into the mattress. His warm lips raked over the skin of my neck. He sucked my flesh into his hungry lips.
My body came alive under his tutelage. A moan slipped from the depths of my throat up through my lips as I undulated beneath him. He trailed kisses down my neck and to my chest. I whispered sexy, sweet notions to Granson. He became relentless in his movements, circling his teeth around my nipples.
I let out a deep sigh. I could feel even more wetness pooling between my thighs, as his tongue sensually moved to my love canal. He latched onto my lips, sucking in my flavor.
“Ahhh…” I screamed as he continued to torture me with his tongue.
"Did you miss me?" he asked.
As much as I thought that I hadn’t, I did miss him.
"Yes, baby, and please don’t stop." I grabbed his head and pushed him deeper, until his long tongue slithered against my pussy walls. I wanted him to feed until he was full. A wave of tremors went through my body causing my hands to fall from his head. I lost all control as my body convulsed uncontrollably on the bed.
“I don’t know what you were thinking. Keeping this pussy from me,” Granson said, having brought me to a gratifying climax. He mounted me and thrust his shaft deep inside of me, punishing me for forbidding his right of entry sooner. Feeling his deep penetration caused my vanishing orgasm to reignite and magnify.
His lips forcibly took over my mouth as my hands roamed over the expanse of his broad back. He hammered into my tender flesh with intensity. I was taken aback by his need for passion. His pounding drive into my aching pussy was enough to keep me completely submissive to his plunder.
Granson moved fluidly inside of me, until we both floated off into ecstasy. He growled from deep within and gave one final deep thrust as his cum sprang forward and gushed inside me, flowing through my canal like a volatile torrent. “Ugh…” he grunted, plunging inside of me with forceful hips, eager to release every drop of his life into me.
“Holy amazeballs…” I breathed out, falling back against the bed, not able to hold onto his scorching hot kiss any longer. I panted heavily, like a bitch in heat attempting to cool her desire.
Granson retracted from me. His breathing was ragged. But his infectious smile warmed my heart. I’d do anything to keep this smile on his face, forever.
"You don’t understand how much I love you. How much I missed you, Nikki."
"I missed you too, Granson" I said, my heart full and my body aching from being ravished for the second time tonight.
CHAPTER THREE
It All Came Crashing Down
The next morning at 8 a.m., my sweet daughter, Brittney, was standing over me demanding breakfast. “Mama, me want breakthist,” she said in her cutest toddler voice.
"Good morning, shugga lump," I said with the desire to sleep a little longer lacing my voice. I rolled over to see that the space where Granson was laying as he held me in his arms last night was empty.
"Where is your pops?" I asked Brittney, knowing that if her father was home he would cook breakfast and I would have more time to sleep.
"Him bought me in here and turn on the TV, 'cause him hadda go ta work, mommy," she said in her huge, bubbly voice.
"Oh, yeah…he brought you in here?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“That's right, baby. Daddy does have to work,” I said as I stretched my arms over my head. My shoulder popped and I felt the tension from the night prior leaving my body. “Mommy is so sorry for sleeping so long. What do you want for breakfast?" I said, yawning the words out.
"I want some cereal, some panny cakes, some waffies, um some juice. Oh, and some siriyup."
"So you want cereal, pancakes and syrup and juice?" I asked. I’d learned in a parenting class that repeating the correct pronunciation to Brit was the best way to correct her without actually correcting her.
"Yep, cereal, pancakes, syrup and juice," she said, careful to pronounce the words out as she jumped up on the bed beside me. She then proceeded to jump up and down on the bed, bouncing down on her bottom ever so often before busting out into a series of giggles.
"Okay now, let's go get my sweet mama some food," I said as I scooped her up into my arms. I kissed my shugga lump on the cheek all the way to the kitchen. She flailed her arms wildly trying to prevent me from kissing her so many times, but I prevailed and then blew her cheeks making a loud sound that made her giggle beyond control.
Brittney’s really my everything. I wanted to see her smile every single moment we spent together.
I put her in her booster chair where she sat and watched me prepare breakfast. She studied me closely, as if she was taking notes for the day she would be in the kitchen cooking for herself. I was taking the waffles out of the refrigerator when I noticed a note on the door.
I love you so much woman.
Thanks for reminding me how much you love me too. I can’t wait to get home to spend some more time with you. Future Mrs. Granson Latham.
I held the note close to my chest. I did love that man. I just wondered if he would still love me, if he knew some of the things I did while on duty. My mind remained busy as I cooked, an overflow of thoughts about work, Granson, Brittney, and the future clouded my mind.
I attempted unsuccessfully to organize my thoughts so that I could start my day. Before I was even aware, I was finished with Brittney’s breakfast and plating it for her. I pulled her booster chair up to the table and sat down beside her. She began munching as soon as her plate landed in front of her.
“You really were hungry, shugga lump,” I said and smiled at her sweetly.
“Yes mama. I was hungry,” she said with a mouthful of food. “Can I have some more panny…I mean pancakes?” she asked once she finished the one I gave her.
“You can only have one more,” I said, getting up to go to the stove to get another one. “Then, we’re going to get dressed and go outside and run some of this food off. Do you want to play on your swing set?” I asked.
“Yay!” she said, wolfing down the second pancake and drinking the rest of her juice with haste. I helped her out of her seat and within an hour we were both dressed and outside. She loved playing in the cedar wood playhouse that was attached to a playset with swings, slide and a small merry-go-round.
Brittney was having a hell of a time climbing the steps to get to the top the slide and then sliding down with her hands straight up in the air, so she could go faster.
"Wheeeee!" she said as she came sliding down for the twentieth time.
"Be careful, Britt," I said when I saw her trying to climb more than one step at a time. "Only climb one step at a time."
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