In Love and In Danger (Loving) (4 page)

“Now doesn’t this present a lovely picture of our tax dollars hard at work?”  Matt saw the sneering face of the widely hunted Ricardo Valdacci.  He gathered himself for a leap for his Glock.  “Don’t even think about it.  I’ll drop you before you get halfway.  I assure you, I am an expert with this,” he said in a calm voice.  “And the lovely Rebecca.  I must admit you are even lovelier than I first thought, but then you had most of your charms hidden.”

She reached for the coverlet.  In the same calm voice, he said, “I don’t think so.  I rather like the view.  Now where is my merchandise?”

She stood defiantly before him.  “I don’t have it.  I turned it in when I saw the bottom had been opened.  I saw what was in it and turned it in to the FBI.”

“I know it isn’t at the shop.  I searched it and I searched the house.  You didn’t bring it when you came in the house.  “Rebecca, are you lying to me.  If you lie to me, I will shoot this fine specimen of a man you seemed to enjoy so much.”

“I’m not lying.  I turned it over to the FBI after you tried to take it from me in the restaurant.”

Matt said, “She’s telling you the truth, Valdacci.  It has been turned over to our lab for analysis.  Neither of us has it.”

“Then you had better conjure up a way to get it back, or you die and so will the lovely Rebecca.  She will not die before she has experienced all of my charms and ministrations.  I will get my product or I will get my pound of flesh.”  His laugh was one filled with triumph.  He knew he had won.

“You have one hour to get my merchandise here or deliver $100,000 to me.  One hour.  The clock is ticking, I’d suggest you get on the phone and get things moving.”

He moved toward Rebecca, “I think I might sample what is to come,” he laughed raucously at his crude pun, as he reached toward a bare breast.

“You so much as touch her and I will kill you before you leave the room,” Matt snarled.  That little popgun of yours might hit me but it won’t stop me.  Unless you hit me in the head
on your first shot you’ll be dead before you get off a second shot.  Are you that confident in your marksmanship?  You won’t be the first human I’ve killed with my bare hands.  You’ll simply be the first today.”

“And if I shoot the lovely Rebecca?”

“Same thing.  You’re dead.  You decide the price you want to pay.  “Your life?  Is it worth it to you?”

With his arm around her neck, he began retreating slowly towards the door.  Then he thought better of that plan.  He knew as soon as they passed from Matt’s sight, he would retrieve his
gun.  “Where is your weapon?” he asked.  Tightening his hold on Rebecca’s neck and with the gun in her ear, “You had best not lie to me.”

“It’s in the night stand,” he said. 

Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock.  She thought, “
Jason’s gun was in the nightstand.  Why would Matt give Ricardo another weapon?  It didn’t make sense?”
  Her alarm registered in her face.  You really had to be watching closely, and Rebecca was staring at Matt.  One eyelid barely closed. 
“He’s winking at me.  He has a plan.”
 

“Open the drawer slowly, no tricks.  My gun is in her ear.”

Matt pulled the drawer open.  “Hear it is,” he said.

“Put the pen on the nightstand through the trigger guard and lift the gun slowly from the drawer.”

Matt did as he was told.  “Now, carefully place it at the foot of the bed and back way and face the wall.”  Again, Matt did as he was told.  With slow small steps, he backed away from the wall until he was even with the chair.  He stopped.

Ricardo moved around to the foot of the bed, dragging Rebecca with him.  As he reached the end of the bed and reached for the gun, Rebecca went completely limp.  With the element of surprise and the
dead weight on his arm, Rebecca fell to the floor with a clunk. 

The distraction gave Matt an opportunity.  One he did not waste.  In one leap, he was on Ricardo, hitting him with his fist, spoiling that handsome face.  Blood spurted from the shattered nose.  He fell backward.  Matt went after him, but tripped over Rebecca’s body on the floor.  Ricardo spun around and in a flash he was out the back door.  By the time Matt recovered his balance and retrieved his Glock, Ricardo was nowhere to be seen, having vanished in the dark of the night.  Matt secured the door and returned to the bedroom to find Rebecca standing, her robe in her hand.

“Did he get away?” she asked.

“I’m afraid he did,” Matt said with a lot of regret in his voice.

Rebecca came into his arms and hugged him tightly as he placed his arms about her.  Both became aware of their nudity at about the same time.  “Now where were we?” before we were so rudely interrupted.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Rebecca said.

With her arms still around him be sidestepped to the door, closed it and thumbed it locked.  “Now try me,” he said.

Pulling her close, he kissed her.  A deep and passionate kiss.  She felt the finely tuned machine come to life.  She was humming again.  With one hand on his manhood, she moved to the bed backwards, and simply laid down, Matt on top.  Matt continued his kiss,
and then he kissed the sensitive corner at the base of her neck.  He moved to her breast and took it into his mouth.  He inserted a finger into here cleft and moved it around stretching the walls.  It suddenly became very moist.  He opened another packet and smoothly slid the sheath over his member.  Atop, he moved the covered rod around her little button of joy.  She was trembling.  With the aid of her juices, he smoothly entered the vault, drawing forth another “Ahhhhh” of pleasure from Rebecca.  She moved to meet him as he slowly thrust deep inside.  Arching her hips, she went up in order to get the full length of this magnificent tool.  As she arched, Matt’s finger found the swollen clitoris and with a slow movement, he massaged it with is wet finger.  He moved another finger down and squeezed it slightly.  Like the crescendo of an oncoming train a moan erupted and grew louder and louder.  Her dormant sexuality had awakened; she went over the edge and let herself go into a vast pit of ecstasy.  Awareness came back to her and she matched Matt’s rhythm.  When he felt the muscles in her body tense, he whispered in her ear, “Wait for me.  Wait for me, I’ll tell you when.”  Up and down, in and out, she said in a hoarse whisper, “I can’t hold back any more.  I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Now” said Matt.  “Now, now
” He thrust deeply, hitting the walls of her vault.  His cock hit the G-spot.  She erupted as he pumped his juices.  He continued pumping until finally empty; he simply lay on top of her.  It was coming with such force; he doubted the sheath could hold it.

“Wow.  Wow.  Wow,” she said.  “That was awesome.  I feel so alive all of a sudden.
”  She hugged him fiercely.  He kissed her, a deep passionate kiss.  Things were quiet in the bedroom.  Then she heard the far off sound of a train.  Rubbing his cock back and forth with her soft fingers, she could feel it responding.  Her hips began moving against him.  He heard her humming.

Into her ear, he whispered, “What’s that sound you’re humming?”

She responded by singing softly, “I hear that train coming; it’s coming down the track.”

“I don’t get it,” he said.

“Oh you’re getting it all right,” and with a squeal and a moan, it was at the station, when she erupted.

“She fell asleep in his arms.

* * *

Neither Rebecca nor Matt felt uncomfortable the next morning.  Rebecca awoke first, slipping from the bed and into the bathroom taking a shower.  She put on fresh panties and a bra and donned the robe she had worn last night.  After brushing her teeth and
combing out her hair, she went into the kitchen and set the coffee maker up.  She scrambled five eggs with cheese and onions, and fried some bacon.  She had just set the table with two plates when Matt came into the kitchen, wearing his freshly ironed trousers and shirt. 

He walked over to her and embraced her from behind.  She twisted around to face him.  He bent to kiss her and started to say something.  With a firm voice, she interrupted and said, “Don’t you dare apologize.  It was a marvellous evening if we ignore old what’s his name.  My every nerve is alive and I feel great.  It doesn’t have to mean anything.  We were two adults that needed each other and we satisfied those needs.”

“All I was going to do was ask when you ironed these.”

“Oh, I did that this morning, before I took a shower.”

“Rebecca, where did the idea of going limp come from last night?”

“When you told him where Jason’s gun was, I knew you had a plan, and when you winked, that cinched it.  I figured I could give you an opportunity to make a move.  When I was a kid, we used to play a game where you go limp.  I was pretty good at it.  When you all of a sudden have 110 pounds of dead weight, it can seem like a lot more.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it was better than my idea.  I was going to grab my gun when he reached for the one on the bed.  One of us would have gotten shot in that scenario, so yours worked.”

“But he got away.”

“We’ll get him.  I put out an APB.  With us and the cartel after him, I’m pretty sure he’ll decide we’re his best option.”

“Sit down, your breakfast is getting cold.  You’re amazing, brave and you cook too,” he said with his sly grin.

“Yeah, I’m the whole package.”

“I like the way the package is wrapped.”

They ate breakfast, put away the dishes and cleaned up.  Matt checked in.  Nothing was going on with the APB.  He sat on the sofa in the family room.  She sat on his lap.

“Isn’t this the way we started last night?” he asked.

“Now that you mention it, I think it was,” she said.

He kissed her, and slid his hand beneath her robe.  He cupped her breast, and moved the bra aside
, rubbed the nubs of the nipple between two fingers.  Wordless, he stood, smoothly slid an arm beneath her bottom, lifted her and carried her to the bedroom.  When they reached the bed, he stood her up.  “Let me do this,” he said and unbuttoned the robe and laid it across the foot of the bed.  She turned, and he unfastened her bra and caught the breasts in both hands as they became free of the bra.  She was standing very still, but for the twinkle in her blue eyes as he slid the panties to her feet.  She stepped from them.

Then she said, my turn, and unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and walked around him.  She unbuckled his belt and unzipped the trousers and let them fall to the floor.  She slid the shorts to the floor.  She took his now rigid cock in her hands and pumped it a few times.  She lay back on the bed, he
lay down beside her.  She put her mouth to his ear, nibbled it a bit, and then with her mouth so close to the ear he could feel the warmth of her breath, she whispered, “Take me.  I’m yours.  Do with me as you will.”  Then she went totally limp.

He laughed, heartily.  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Yes, but I meant that part about the “take me”.  He took her into his arms, and kissed her.  He kissed the crevice of her neck.  Then he kissed the nipples, took both nipples into his mouth at one time and pulled at them with his lips.  She was moaning with the delight of it when he put his fingers into her cleft and began moving around.  He found the G-spot and began moving his finger back and forth from the g-spot to the clitoris.  With each stroke, the moans became louder and louder.  He continued to move.  Between gasps, she said, “Inside.  I want this one with you inside but hurry please hurry.  He barely made it in when she reached the peak, writhing, twisting and turning, whimpering then moaning again.  She climaxed several times, then aware he was still inside, she began with a slow undulation of her hips, moving against him, encouraging, pulling.  She tightened her muscles to as if to hold that magnificent cock and prevent any more penetration.  He thrust harder, harder.

“Yes,” she shouted, “Yes, harder, harder.  Bang me!  Bang me!”

She heard a growl like sound come from deep in his throat.  He thrust deeper if possible, then begin pumping his fluids inside.  He pumped, she rose to get them.  He pumped until there was no more.  There had been no sheath as he had pumped her full.  She didn’t care.

Once again, he collapsed atop her.  They lay happily in that embrace.  She sat up.  “Want to take a shower?”

“Why not?” he said.

“Standing under the full force of the shower, she said, “
Matt, that was incredible.  I have never ever done that before.”

He held her close, then they soaped each
other, three times and rinsed.

The drying off part was fun too.  That took
a while.

“I don’t know about you, but I have to go to work now,” she said.

“So do I.”

She got panties and a bra from the dresser, and then went to the large walk in closet to select her clothes for the day.  She came out wearing designer jeans and a frilly top. 

Matt was dressed, and on the phone.  His last words were, “I’ll be there.”

“I have to go to El Paso,” he said.  I’d like to tell you more, but I don’t know any more.  I don’t know when I’ll be back.  I’ll call you.  I’m not a one night stand guy.  You are important to me.
”

“I didn’t think you were, but I didn’t want to pressure you.  I’ll miss you.”