Serial Love: Saints Protection & Investigation (29 page)

“Oh hell, yeah, Jack. Go for it,” she moaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow. His tongue now worked the magic that his fingers had previously accomplished, and her core once again tightened. Moving her hands to her sensitive breasts, she gently tugged on her nipples immediately feeling the zing to her pussy.

Suddenly the desire to have him fill her with his cock was overwhelming. She slid her hands down to his head and gave his hair a little tug. “Jack, I’ve got to have you in me now,” she gasped between pants.

Chuckling, he gave one last lap before moving up over her body, pressing his engorged dick at her entrance. Pushing in barely an inch, he asked, “How much do you want me?”

Her only answer was a moan. He slid back out, causing her to mewl in protest.

Sliding the head in again, he repeated, “How much do you want me?”

“Jack,” she groaned, glaring up at him when he pulled back.

“Come on, beautiful,” he coaxed. “How much do you want me?”

“I want all of you. Now!” she cried out, then gasped as he filled her completely in one thrust.

He began to piston in and out as she grasped his shoulders with her fingers. Running her hands down his back, she felt his muscles cord and bunch underneath her fingers. She felt his power as much as experienced it as her hands made their way down to his firm ass.

Just as she was beginning to fly again, he suddenly pulled out. Her eyes jerked open and a threat to his manhood was on the tip of her tongue, when he flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her hips up.

“Ass up, beautiful,” he ordered gently, giving her bottom a playful slap. She felt him enter her from behind in one swift plunge, hitting a place that sent shivers from her core throughout her body.

“I can feel your sweet pussy grab me every time,” he panted. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” she managed to say as she looked to the side and saw their reflection in the dresser mirror. Having never watched herself, she was amazed at how titillating it was. Her breasts swung with each forceful thrust as his fingers dug into her hips.

“Spank me again,” she whispered.

Jack wasn’t sure he heard her. “What did you say?”

“Spank me, please,” she begged.

Smiling, he nodded and she watched as he slapped her ass several times, the pain of the sting making her wetter than ever. He smoothed the reddened skin between spanks.

His thrusts increased and he leaned over her body, sliding his hand from her hips to her breasts. Palming the full mounds, his fingers tweaked her nipples, finally giving them a hard tug and she screamed out her orgasm.

Her pussy walls milked his cock as he powered through several more thrusts until the last drop was emptied deep inside of her body.

They crashed on the bed together, his massive body lying on top of hers, crushing her into the mattress. She did not have the energy to ask him to move but instead found his weight comforting. After a few seconds, he managed to slide to the side, pulling her with him. She rolled over, facing him, and placed a whisper soft kiss on his chest.

“Beautiful?” he called, his voice as soft as her kiss.

“Um hm?” she answered, gazing up at him.

He palmed her cheek, rubbing his rough thumb over her silky skin. “Want you to know that I love you, baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat, tears stinging the back of her eyes. Beaming her smile on him, she cupped his beard covered cheek and wiggled upward just enough to place a kiss on his lips. Pulling back, she said, “I love you too, Jack.”

“I want to wake up every morning I can, staring at your beautiful face,” he confessed. “Don’t have a clue how we’re going to manage that, but that’s my goal.”

Warmth slid over her, melting the lonely corners, as his words wrapped themselves around her heart just as his arms enveloped her body. “You’re not afraid anymore? About us and your business?”

“I was a fool, willing to throw away a chance at what we have here outta my fear that I couldn’t concentrate on the business and have you in my life. I know now that, no matter how we work this, I want you.”

He captured her lips, nipping them gently before moving his lips over hers in soft whisper kisses. Then, tucking her head against his chest with his hand holding the back of her head, he said, “But babe, I want you in my bed every night as soon as we can work it out.”

Running her fingers over his broad chest, she traced patterns along his muscles. “Jack?” she called out tentatively.

“Right here, beautiful.”

“I’ve actually already been thinking. About us, I mean. You know? In case?”

Lifting her chin with his fingers, he peered into her eyes again. “Gotta speak plain, baby. So far, you’re not telling me anything.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking, but I didn’t want to say anything. In case you didn’t want this. But since you do, then I’ve already kind of got a plan.”

His eyes blinked as his chest rumbled with a groan. “Spit it out, girl.”

Huffing, she said, “It’s just embarrassing to admit that I’ve already been planning on how to make this work before you actually said you wanted it to work.”

Lifting one eyebrow in question, he stayed silent, so she plunged forward.

“Jack, my grandparents built this lodge to be their home. That’s what they wanted. And living right there allowed them to take care of the guests. They were living their dream.” She stopped, holding his gaze as she continued. “But that’s not my dream.”

He moved his fingers from her chin and slowly slid his large hand over her cheek, cupping it closely while rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. “What’s your dream, beautiful?”

“You,” she breathed out. “You’re my dream.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the emotion to wash over him, carrying away the doubt, the concern, the hesitation. Opening them once more, he smiled, seeing her still staring up at him as though he truly was her dream.

Before he could speak, she continued. “Since I didn’t know if you felt the same, it’s kind of embarrassing to admit that I’ve got it all figured out. But since you do love me, do you want to hear my plan?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely, beautiful,” he admitted, his ego bursting with the knowledge that she wanted to be in his life and in his home.
Their home.

“I can still own and work at Mountville. I can be here during the day, manage it, run, it, and keep doing what I do now. But like a day job. Then I can be with you every night. And if you’re gone on business, I can take care of your place as well. All I need is to find someone, or a family, who wants to live in the lodge and be there for the occasional need at night. And if I find that the wedding business goes well, then I could build a large reception hall on the east side of the lake where the small meadow is now. And—”

Before she could finish her thoughts, he latched onto her lips. This time the kiss was anything but gentle. It was a scorching, white-hot, tongue-tangling assault as she melted under him. It was another hour before they managed to get out of bed.

S
tanding in Jack’s
kitchen later in the day, Bethany washed the dishes from lunch. “Honey, I’ve got to get back. There’re at least two more groups coming in this afternoon and that’ll fill up my last three cabins for the weekend.”

“I didn’t think the fall was that busy once Labor Day was over,” he commented, coming up behind her placing a hand on either side of her at the sink, entrapping her in his embrace. Nibbling on her neck, he knew she needed to go and he was expecting his men at any time. But the soft skin over her pulse was calling to him.

Giggling, she playfully slapped at his arm while unable to contain the moan that escaped. “Later, I promise.”

Walking her to her car parked in the front of the house, he saw several vehicles approaching. As some of the Saints came in, they all greeted each other. Marc was still with Cam on an assignment somewhere else, but the other five were there. Chad and Blaise smiled, seeing the ease with which Bethany fit into their camaraderie, while Monty and Luke noticed their boss’ apparent happiness.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Bethany called out once more, standing on her tiptoes to place a quick kiss on Jack’s lips. “Those fishermen have got to get checked in so they can head to the lake.”

“More fishermen?” Bart asked.

“Yeah. Well, I call them fishermen. They’re not professional fishermen. They just love fishing and they travel all over the state to these fishing competitions that the various parks and lakes have. You know? Whoever catches the biggest fish, wins the prize. These men and women are dedicated to this sport.”

Fishing. Travel. Different lakes and rivers.
Jack’s mind began to whirl as Bethany hopped into her car and headed back to Mountville. The men stared at each other for a few seconds before rushing inside to the command center.

“Pull up a list of the contests,” he barked to Blaise. Turning to Chad, he ordered, “Get a list of what bodies of water are near the campuses where the victims have been.” To Luke, he said, “Dig into the college records from about twenty-eight years ago.”

“What am I looking for?” Luke asked.

“White male, discipline records. Personal not academic. Can you get that?” Jack asked.

Luke appeared hurt. “Boss, you want it, I can hack into it.”

“Good. We might just be closer to finding our mysterious Stan Jefferson.”

“You thinking he may be one of the hobby fishing sportsmen?”

“Don’t know, but if we can get a name, then we can cross reference it to the lists of contests for the past few years.”

While the others were busy with their computers, Monty surmised out loud. “So this Stan, in order to please mom, kills the girl he sees his dad banging, or to act out his own fantasy. Or maybe he liked her first and she’d turned him down. Manages to not get caught. If mom knows, she sure as fuck isn’t saying. If dad knows, he’s not about to say anything or he’d have to admit he got the girl pregnant. Stan graduates from high school, gets outta town and completely changes his identity. Goes to college to be a new person.”

Bart looks up from his computer and says, “Yeah, but the urge to kill is still there?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, we know from the profiler that the urges may have always been there, but until Charlene they were never acted on.”

“So what do you figure?” Chad asked. “He gets shot down by some girl and kills her, using the same method he used on Charlene?”

Jack slowly nodded. “Gotta be a good girl. Someone he liked. Someone who may have been nice to him. He makes a move or sees her doing something that doesn’t fit his ideal of her. He presses, she pokes him in the chest to make her point and he kills her.”

“Why are you looking for disciplinary records?”

“Hoping, just hoping that someone may have made a complaint about him. If he got kicked out or warned, that could have taken him over the edge.”

Working quickly, the men set about their tasks.

*

Bethany walked through
the lodge after checking out the last of the fishermen that had stayed. A bit flirty, but overall, a decent group this time. She looked back at the wall Jack had built. With its strong door and lock.
Wow, how did Gram and I live here all alone for so long without any trouble?
Stepping out of the back door, she turned to head to the shed. The door was open again, but as she stepped inside, she was pleased to see Roscoe bent over in the back, digging around in several boxes.

“Hey, what’re you looking for?” she asked.

He stood, quickly twisting his body to face her. “Oh,” he mumbled. “Startled me.” He stepped in front of the box he had been searching, saying, “Thought you were over at your man’s house.”

Glancing down at the box he seemed to be hiding, she replied, “I was, but I needed to be back here to get some work done this afternoon. Were you looking for something in particular?”

“Nah. Well, Mr. Malinski said there was some strange rattling coming from his bathroom. Figured it was a squirrel he heard, but he’s been saying that he never had that problem in cabin nine where he normally stays.”

Rolling her eyes, she nodded. “He always stays in cabin nine, at the back side of the pond, but he made his reservation so late that it was already reserved. I told him it was now clean and he could move his stuff in there as soon as he wanted.”

“You want me to go check out the vents in cabin seven?” Roscoe asked.

“That’s okay. I’ll do it, although the Taylors were just there again and they didn’t complain. They always stay in that cabin because it’s close to the trails where their kids can play, but I guess Mr. Malinski just wanted to complain so that he could move. Why don’t you check the dock and see if the paddle boats are all tied up? I saw the Taylor boys out there yesterday.”

Nodding, Roscoe hesitated to leave so she turned and walked out ahead of him.
First chance I get, I’m looking in that box!

Having grabbed her tool belt, she headed down the lane toward the offending cabin, still shaking her head at the thought of a rodent getting into creepy Mr. Molinski’s bathroom. Waving to a few of the guests, she got to cabin seven and knocked. She noticed his car was gone, so she let herself in.
Hmm, so the vampire does go out during the day. At least to get himself moved to the cabin he prefers. Funny how guests often request the same cabin each time.