by Gunn, Autumn
I was like a man possessed. I thrust for 20 seconds then flipped her over for 30 more. I picked her up in the bed and stepped on the floor. While holding her in the air I bounced her up and down on my manliness. I was so much bigger she felt so tiny and feminine in my grasp. I could feel her walls tightening as we fell back onto the bed. I rolled us out of bed and took her against the wall. It was such a rush to watch her eyes. To see the pleasure I was giving her and feel the pleasure she was giving me. When I couldn’t take it anymore I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She smiled. I jumped in bed to join her placing my hands on her hips and flipping her face down. I took her like an animal. Hard, fast, and with all the power I had in my hips I thrust. The harder and faster I went the more she screamed out. “Harder. Harder. Uh, I’m going to —”
At that moment I lost it and I could feel her fluids as she did too. I felt like my body released a waterfall of lust and emotions. I was spent. I collapsed on top of her.
I was breathing so hard I was nearly panting. After a minute and a half passed I started to catch my breath. “Am I too heavy?”
“No. Please stay right there. I can feel your heart moving on my back. I like the feeling of your weight on top of me.”
That was the last thing I remembered. I passed out cold.
Chapter 8
I woke up around midnight to the feel of warm kisses near my groin.
“What time is it?”
“Almost 12.”
“Where’s Jasmine? Jerry?”
“It’s OK. I picked them up from school. They’re asleep. Everyone’s asleep. Just us.”
I rolled over trying to clear the cobwebs from my head. “Thanks.”
“I thought you might be up for another round.”
“Wow, that first round was electric.”
“You can say that again. I forgot what that felt like, and I’ve never felt anything like that. You’re really strong. I felt like you could do to me whatever you wanted. And it felt good.”
“It did feel good.”
“Like superhero sex.”
I laughed. “What’s superhero sex?”
“When the hero saves the girl and then he’s so big and strong, like cartoon character big and strong, he’s able to do things in the bedroom that mere mortals can’t.”
“Mere mortals, huh?” I smiled.
“Yeah, I’m done with mere mortals. I found my superhero!”
We both laughed. Kate crawled up from my midsection and kissed me.
“Hungry?”
“Starving…but I can wait if you have something else planned for right now.”
“Not exactly planned, but I know some things we can do for awhile. Maybe make you even more hungry?”
“Let’s see.”
We picked up right where we left off. Two hours of exploring and pleasuring. We had to keep the noise down, which we managed to do. After we finished Kate went downstairs and prepared those eggs and bacon that I was supposed to eat over 12 hours earlier.
The food gave me a second, or was it third, wind. Right back to bedroom fun. In between sessions we slept, talked, and just enjoyed each other’s company. We joked a lot. It was like two adults had been bottled up and now everything was coming out. Not one, but two people, at the same time after years of nothing. It felt amazing. As isolated as I had been these last few years I knew I had found the woman I could open up to. Share my dreams and desires with. The best part was she felt the same way. She told me. I couldn’t imagine a better ending to this story, and the best part was I got to play the hero.
Chapter 9
The doorbell rang right at 0700. We had just finished another session and I was coming out of the shower ready to get dressed and start the day. Being so early and also a weekend, it seemed especially strange for a visitor. I went to the door in my towel. I looked through the peephole and saw two men in white shirts and slacks. Federal agents. You can spot them a mile away. They’re recognizable partly by their body language and partly by the moustache and choice of wardrobe. It seems like it’s standard office environment work wear, but there’s something about the way they wear it that makes it a dead giveaway.
I opened the door.
“Good morning. Agent Morris and Agent Jackson. FBI. We’re looking for a Mr. Jax Justice. Is he in?”
“I’m Jax. What can I do for you?”
“Mr. Justice, sorry to disturb you, but we’d like to ask you a few questions. We also understand you’re former military. Is it OK if we come in?”
“Sure. Come on in.”
I offered them a seat on the couch. “Just give me a quick second to throw some clothes on. Can I get you anything to drink first?”
“We’re OK. Thank you.”
I ran upstairs wondering why in the world the Feds would be knocking at my door, especially this early in the morning. I put on pants and a shirt and was back downstairs in less than 60 seconds.
“What brings you here?”
“Mr. Justice, first of all thank you for your service to our country.”
“My pleasure.”
“We’re sorry to have to come out here today, but we really must ask you a few questions.”
“No problem. Shoot.”
“Mr. Justice, can you tell us where you were two nights ago?”
“I can, but can I ask what this pertains to?”
“We’re not really authorized to say, but as a former military man myself I’ll tell you, off the record, that there are some questions regarding someone you might know, or know of. Someone in Arizona.”
“Understand. Two nights ago I paid a visit to a man in Tucson. He has been harassing someone I know, a woman that is, for quite some time. I thought it was time he pick on someone his own size.”
“Can you tell us if there was an altercation between Mr. Harper and yourself?”
If they know the name and they are even willing to say it out loud, then I’m assuming they know quite a bit. Not that I have anything to hide. “Yes, there was.”
“And would you say that altercation was violent or more than violent?”
“If those are my only two choices then I’d have to lean towards violent.”
“And was there finality at the end of this altercation?”
“What do you mean by finality?”
“Was the point you were looking to convey made to Mr. Harper at the conclusion of the altercation?”
“I would definitely say so.”
“And what condition was Mr. Harper in at the conclusion of this altercation?”
“Not very good. I hit him with a few pretty good shots.”
“And at this point did you leave?”
“I said a few quick things in no uncertain terms, but yes, after the altercation I left.”
“And did you report this to anyone?”
“No.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
“No. I mean I told the woman he was harassing that he wouldn’t be harassing her anymore. I didn’t provide any details.”
“And Mr. Justice, where did this altercation take place.”
“In Tucson as I mentioned.”
“Right, but where in Tucson? A business? A home?”
“On the front yard of a home.”
“And can you give us an approximate time?”
“It began about 0410. It only lasted a couple minutes.”
“And when it ended Mr. Harper was still conscious?”
“Yes. He definitely had a headache, and probably still does, but he was conscious. I made him answer a question for me, which he did.”
“And what was that question?”
“I told him to leave the woman alone or next time I’ll finish what I started. Then I asked him if he understood to which he said yes.”
“You heard him say yes?”
“Yes, I heard him say yes.”
“And then you left?”
“And then I left.”
“What was used in this altercation
against Mr. Harper?”
“I used my body. Mostly my fists. My knees a little. Hand to hand stuff.”
“And that’s all?”
“Yes. That’s all.”
“No weapons of any kind? Even any makeshift weapons?”
“Nothing. Just me.”
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
“And you would testify to this?”
“I stand by anything that comes out of my mouth, whether I’m speaking to you, my daughter, or a stranger on the street.”
“Understood. Thank you for your time, Mr. Justice. Sorry to disturb you.”
“No problem. Can I ask what’s going on?”
“Unfortunately we can’t disclose that. If we need anything we’ll be in touch.”
“OK. You know where I’m at.”
“We do. Thanks again.”
And with that they stood up, shook my hand, and were out the front door. I sat down on the couch trying to process what might have happened in Tucson after I left. Kate came down the stairs.
“Who was that?”
“Some government guys.”
“Everything OK?”
“Yeah.”
“You look like you’re trying to figure something out.”
“I am.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not right now.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I stood up and walked over to Kate, putting my hands on her waist and looking her straight in the eye. “You’ve been doing everything right. Everything.” She smiled. Just a little something came up and I’m going to need to make some calls today.
“OK. I’m feeling way better, and safer, thanks to you now. After two years I was in need of a much-needed break from work. I took this week off so I think I’ll have coffee with a friend and go for a massage today and talk about what we might do this week when everyone’s at work and we have the town to ourselves.”
“My massage wasn’t enough?” I winked.
“Your massage was perfect. Believe me. Now I’m feeling like the kind of massage I can fall asleep to. Your massages are more the kind that have me feeling wide awake.”
We both smiled and I leaned over into a kiss. She tasted like mint and smelled as fresh as spring air. Perfectly feminine.
“OK, but please, take the Jeep. I’ll go get your car and give it one more look for any kind of monitoring devices.”
“Are you sure? You don’t need your wheels today?”
“I’m sure. After my adventure nothing sounds better than lounging around the house today.”
“OK. I’ll drop the kids off at their party and pick them up when it’s finished.”
“Deal.”
“Let me go upstairs and see how their mornings are coming along.”
“OK. Thanks.”
Kate had a spring in her step as she headed upstairs to check on the kids. It was still early, so Laura wouldn’t be in and available to check and this might be her weekend off. I sent her an SMS. Pls call when @ desk. A reply came right back. Pulling double. Call now.
The operator transferred me.
“Everything sorted with your target?”
“I thought so, but now I’m not so sure.”
“What’s up?”
“The feds stopped by this morning.”
“To your house?”
“Yeah, they seemed to know everything. Asked me some questions and left.”
“What vibe did you get from the questions?”
“Something’s up with Harper. I think he might have reported my visit.”
“You visited him? Already?”
“Yeah, you know me. I like closure…and fast.”
“Geez, I guess so.”
“Can you do a deeper scrub on his records?”
“I can, but you’re asking me to enter some really gray areas now.”
“I know, but this is serious. Something’s up and I need to know what. I’m not asking you to do anything illegal, but any deeper digging you can do would be really helpful.”
“OK. Luckily with the post 911 laws I can do just about anything I want. Just need to flag it under some keywords that basically cover us for anything that might happen.”
“OK. Thanks.”
“No prob. I’ll get back with you. You’re home all day?”
“Yeah.”
“And this is urgent, right?”
“The Feds were at my doorstep less than 30 minutes ago. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m definitely looking at it that way.”
“That qualifies as urgent to me. I’m on it. Will get back to you.”
“Thanks, Laura.”
“No prob. Talk to you.”
I head the dial tone. When Laura said she was on it, she really meant she was on it.
I went online and googled John Harper. The name was too common to provide any leads, and I couldn’t find anything even remotely resembling him in Google Images. I did some pushups and sit-ups to get the blood flowing. That often helps my brain get going. I made a pot of black coffee. Drank half of it. My mind was totally wired, focused; yet I still couldn’t figure out what was going on.
I heard a vibration coming from the kitchen. I ran in and sure enough it was the top shelf of the cabinet. Behind jars of pickles I kept a separate, old phone that only a few people had the number to. Even at my height I had to stand on a step stool.
I hit the green call button.
“Jax.”
“Yes, Laura?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Where are you?”
“At home, why?”
“You might want to sit down. This is looking serious. Could get ugly.”
“Walking to the couch now. Shoot.”
“Your buddy John Harper…”
“Yes?”
“Real name Johannes Hrytsenko. Born in Ukraine. We think. Started out in Odessa doing petty theft. By age 17 quickly advanced to moving Western Europe bound Afghan heroine arriving from the Caucasus. Caught the eye of the top Russian Mafia bosses and by 19 was the right hand man for a top Russian Mafia boss. By 22 was calling a lot of shots. At 24 he killed the wrong guy, and the Russian Feds brought him in and offered him a deal. Use his people skills and knowledge of international smuggling routes to work undercover in the U.S.”
“He’s a big fish.”
“Yeah, and listen to this. He came to the States with a fake passport and fake credentials from Moscow Institute of Physics and Technology which he used to land a job at Lockheed Martin, where he met Kate and integrated into American life.”
“He’s a really big fish.”
“And he didn’t stop there. He had a Cypriot bank account that went belly up in 2013 leaving him high and dry. Two days later a Singapore account opened in his name to the tune of over 17 million dollars. But then things got shaky. In February 2014 Russia entered Ukraine, which we believe to be his home country and to which he has a strong allegiance.”
“Aren’t they pretty much the same?”
“Jax, please. To Americans they are, but to former USSR countries they are anything but. Anyways, on March 18th, 2014 Russia annexed Crimea, an internationally recognized Ukrainian territory. The following day, Harper walked into an FBI office, told his entire story, and said he wanted to flip. Counterintelligence. He claimed his only motivation was his love of his motherland, as he stated, and his hatred of what Russia was trying to do. At first the Feds didn’t know what to believe. They did their due diligence gathering intel and found out he was legit. They were equally shocked as they were excited to work with him, but they knew to tread lightly. They gave him little nuggets at first which he delivered flawlessly back to his Russian bosses. They were slowly ramping up his responsibilities and preparing to insert him deeper, but two nights ago he was found dead on his front lawn. Strangled. The GPS in your rental car places you at the scene at the approximate time of death.”
