Jax: A Navy SEAL Romantic Suspense (5 page)

Chapter 6

According to the GPS I was within 10 miles of John’s house.  I pulled over at a hardware store in a strip mall and got a screwdriver and some supplies.  I went back to the car and removed the Enterprise Rent-A-Car license plate holder from my Chevrolet Tahoe.  I walked over to the grocery store in the same strip mall and stocked up on supplies.  In my backpack I had a tripod, camera, and binoculars.  As much as I told myself this was going to be a quick trip, I wanted to run surveillance first.  This just wasn’t adding up.

I parked across the street and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Late morning became afternoon which became evening which became night.  Around 2230 a car pulled up in front of John’s address.  The door opened and a man got out.  I had my binos on the guy.  It definitely wasn’t John.  Laura had emailed me some headshots and height and weight info they had on file from various licenses John had applied for.  He was a tall, big guy with blonde hair.  This guy also had blonde hair, but nowhere near as tall.  He walked briskly to the front door.  The door opened just as he hit the bottom of the steps.  He scaled the five steps, entered John’s address, and the door promptly closed behind him.  The man who opened the door stayed behind the door so I didn’t get a look at him.  No doubt he was expecting the man in the car.  Six minutes later the door swung open and a man left carrying a dossier.  The total time from the moment he passed through the door until the time his car turned right at the end of the block and left my field of view was under eight seconds.  He was smooth.  Smooth is fast they say when you disassemble and assemble a weapon.  Try to get in a hurry and you mess it up.  Just stay focused and the speed will take care of itself.

I looked back towards the house.  All the lights went out at once.  Probably on a single switch.  I kept the house under binos for the next 30 minutes.  Nothing.  The blinds were too thick.  I shook up the instant coffee in a can and sipped it.  Disgusting, but it’s going to have to do.  I sat back and prepared for a long night.  Little did I know, but I wouldn’t have to wait long.

At exactly 0240 John walked out his front door.  He sat on the porch reading the newspaper.  At 0250 he finished.  He walked to the sidewalk and placed the newspaper in a trash bin.  He returned inside.  No one reads the newspaper at this hour.  I wanted to get a look, but I’d have to leave my position and walk across the street.  No time.  At 0251 a jogger passed John’s house.  He stopped right by the trash bin and reached down to tie his shoes.  On his way back to standing he grabbed the paper with his right hand and in one motion stuffed it into his open backpack and took off in his jog.  I had two choices, chase down the jogger or keep an eye on the mission, John.  I decided on the latter.  More waiting.

I looked at my Casio.  0407.  I could barely keep my eyes open.  The second can of instant coffee was wearing off, but it had worked its way through my bloodstream and I needed to relieve myself.  John’s property was separated from his neighbor’s by some tall shrubs.  I opened my door and made my way over to the shrubs.  After I took care of business I zipped up and turned around to head back to the Tahoe.  As my head swung from facing the shrubs to facing the car it was met rudely with a fist.  I stumbled backwards and caught myself with my left hand on the ground, preventing myself from going down.  The coffee wasn’t keeping me awake, but this fist to my face certainly did the job.  I got to a ready fighting position and looked ahead.  My vision slightly blurred, but I could make out the attacker.  It was John and he stood confidently and prepared, like someone who had been in this position before.

“What are you doing here?”

“Relax, man.  I just had to relieve myself.”

“In my bushes.  At 4 in the morning?”

“Yeah.”

“Why here?”

“Random choice.”

“Random like sitting outside my house since all day?”

I was caught.  No use in denying it.  I didn’t say anything.

“What’s your name?  Why are you here?”

I needed to get ahold of the conversation.  Easiest way?  Answer a question with a question.  “Why are you harassing women?”

“I asked why are you here?”

“Kate.  Why are you bothering Kate?”

“You son of a –”

John took a jab at my face.  I dodged it and delivered a blow of my own right to his gut.  I could see I got him good, but he returned a left to my shoulder.  Man, this guy hits hard.  My hands were too close so I did the logical thing, a head butt.  His nose split and blood gushed everywhere.  It didn’t seem to faze him one bit.  He returned a right cross to my abdomen that had me wishing I hadn’t needed to relieve myself of all the coffee.  This guy was too big and too skilled.  I was going to take too much punishment standing up, but like most big guys, I suspected his weakness would be on the ground.  I delivered a sweeping kick to his calves.  Down he went.  He was on his back and I jumped on top of him.  I pinned his hands down.

“Leave Kate alone.”

“Who are you?”

“I said leave Kate and Jerry alone.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

I slid my right elbow in and delivered a quick shot to his left eardrum.  With my left hand I delivered a solid downward blow that landed squarely on his already broken nose.  I delivered a few more punches until it looked like he was out.  I stood up.  Out of breath and still feeling the blows he had delivered when we were standing.  His left ear was shot, but I knew he could hear me out of his right.

“Leave her alone or next time I’ll finish what I started.  You understand me?”

He made some sort of grunt.

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“You try anything and I’ll be back to finish you.”

I delivered a knee to the stomach and stumbled back to the Tahoe.  I don’t see the need in kicking someone when they’re down, but I didn’t come all this way to deliver a half-baked message.  This message was loud and clear.  And this guy had obviously had fighting experience.  I wanted to make sure he understood the consequences.  As I started the car I looked back and he was still lying on the ground.  Barely conscious. He finally got a taste of his own medicine.

Chapter 7

The bright side of being found in the bushes and rectifying the problem then was I could get an early flight back.  I landed just after lunch and took the Jeep from long term parking and headed home.  When I walked in the door, Kate jumped up to greet me with a hug.

“Where were you?  We were worried sick.”

“Let’s just say I don’t think you’re going to be having any more problems.”

“What happened?”

“I had a nice little chat with John.”

“Already?”

“Already.”

“Where did you find him?”

“Nowhere near here and he won’t be coming anywhere near here either.”

“Do I want to know more?”

“Probably not.  Best just to know that it’s taken care of.”

Kate hugged me again.  “Thank you so very much.  You don’t know how good this makes me feel.”

“My pleasure.”

“We should celebrate.”

“OK, but first I really need to take a shower and get some rest.”

“Are you OK?”

“I’m great.  Just need a little cleaning up and recharging.”

“Can I make you something to eat?”

“That would be great.  Eggs and bacon would be perfect.”

“OK.”

I went upstairs to take a shower.  I took off my shirt and pants in my room and made my way to the bathroom.  Kate was in the hallway.

“How do you like your —, oh my, you’re hurt!”

“Over easy.  I’m OK.”

“You’re not OK, you’re black and blue.  I can take you to the doctor.”

“I’m OK.  Just a shower, some food, and a good sleep and I’ll be fine.”

“At least let me draw you a bath, so you can soak a little.”

“Good idea.”

Kate came to me and threw my arm over her shoulder.  She was going to support me on my way to the bathroom.  She was a foot shorter than me and at least 80 pounds lighter.  The thought of it was humorous, but also romantic.  Here she was going to help support a man clearly much bigger than her.  She didn’t even give it any thought.

“Kate, I’m OK.  Really.”

“OK, I’ll go ahead and draw the bath.”

“Thanks.”

She ran into the bathroom and began filling the tub.  I made my way in and Kate took another look at my body.  Inspecting the wounds.

“Do you have anything to treat these with?”

“I’ve got some stuff, but they’re not that serious.”

“Soaking should help.”

“Definitely.”

There was nothing left to say.  Kate was kneeling by the tub which sat ready with the warm water I needed.  I stood just a few feet away, in my boxer briefs, ready to enter.  All that was left was to remove my underwear and step in.  Kate didn’t move.  Neither did I.  Our eyes were locked.  Kate stood and came to me.  Never breaking eye contact.  She placed her hands on my waist.  I could feel the electricity in my body from her touch.  I placed my hands on the sides of her shoulders.  She wore a silk spaghetti strap blouse in white.  She was beyond beautiful.

I reached under the strap to my right and slid it off her left shoulder.  I leaned forward thinking I was going to kiss her shoulder, or maybe the side of her neck.  As I got closer I caught her scent I was overcome with lust.  My mouth crashed hard on hers.  Her right hand came off my waist and was now firmly behind my head.  Pressing my head into hers.  I ran my right hand along her soft, silky smooth arm.  When it reached her fingers our hands held.  Interlocked.  I hadn’t kissed a women in three years.  I hadn’t wanted to.  Kissing Kate felt so right.  So amazing.  I forgot everything else, the events of the previous 48 hours, my discharge from the SEAL Teams, everything.  I just felt her.  I felt one with her.

She took her right hand from behind my head and ran it slowly down the middle of my body.  Tracing the line that separated my right half from my left.  When she reached the top of my boxer briefs, she turned her hand 180 degrees and slid her fingers into my underwear finding my hardness.  She breathed hard and kissed me even harder.  I took my right hand and lifted her hand from my boxer briefs and into the air.  Then I reached down with both hands and pulled her silk top up over her head and tossed it onto the floor.  She wore a plain, white bra, but for me it was perfect.  I’m a no frills guy and this bra was no frills.  I could see all I needed to as the bra strained to contain her chest.  Her heavy breathing didn’t make it any easier on her bra.  I reached my right hand behind her and with my forefinger and middle finger unstrapped her bra in one motion.  I brought my hand back and pulled her bra off straight towards me, throwing it to the floor to join her top.  I wanted to dive in head first to her beautiful chest as much as I was enjoying admiring it.  I could only do one.  I grabbed her right breast with my left hand and the back of her head with my right.  We kissed as I squeezed her breast hard.  I released and traced around the edges taking time to outline her areolas and gently twist and tease her nipples.  I was so hard I thought I was going to bust through my underwear.  She must have sensed it too as she reached down and pushed my underwear down my legs.  I stepped up and out of my boxer briefs with my right leg and then my left.  I was totally naked.

“Wait.  I want to look at you.”  Kate took a step back and stared at my body.  From head to toe and back up again her gaze went.  She looked me in the eyes and slowly slid her panties to the floor.  There she stood.  Totally exposed and perfect.  She stepped into the tub and held out her hand.  I took it and she pulled me to join her in the tub.  The one place in the world I wanted to be more than any other.

Under the water we touched, teased, played, kissed, and alternated from fast, passionate lust, to slow romance.  Her body was amazing.  Her kiss an addiction.  After about 45 minutes the water started to cool off.  We stepped out of the tub and took turns drying each other off.  I picked her up and walked her to my bedroom.

I laid her out on the bed and kissed her at the ankles working my way up.  The moment my tongue found her folds her abdomen tightened and her body convulsed.  I could feel her walls tighten and I looked up just to see her eyes roll back in her head in ecstasy.  I continued, as did she.  I traced her opening with my tongue only changing to lick her walls and insert two fingers when I wanted to really push her over the edge.  Eventually she couldn’t take it any more.  Neither could I.  I felt like I was going to explode.  I was feeling complete pleasure, but I was also in pain from the pressure building up in my groin.  She pulled me up until we were face to face.

“I want to feel you.”

“I want to feel you.”

“I want you inside me.”

“I want inside you.”

I placed the tip at her opening.  She slid down the bed signaling she didn’t want to wait any longer.  She didn’t have to.  I propped my large frame up on my hands with locked forearms and slid forward.  Our skin never losing contact.  My hips hitting her spot as my manliness drove deeper inside.  It took everything I had not to finish too quickly.

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.