Boomtown (19 page)

  “Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded.

  “You aren’t acting right.”  I finally said.

  “How do you figure?” he asked gruffly.

 “You were rather abrupt when we went to bed, and then wouldn’t let me touch you.” I said back to him, and then blurted, “Are you thinking about Leah?”

  “I wanted to make sure you started getting more sleep.  You seem so tired lately, and I just assumed it was from me keeping you up late, and then waking you up early when I leave in the morning.  I thought I would give you a break tonight.” He answered.  “It had absolutely nothing to do with Leah.  She was out of my mind when I turned my back on her in the bar.”

  “I don’t think its staying up late and waking up early in the morning.  I think it’s more the James being hurt, Kayla situation more than anything.  I don’t sleep well because I just worry.  I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t shut my brain down.  I’m sorry.  You just shut me down, and I started to worry.  You never say no, and I just started thinking bad thoughts.”

  He didn’t answer me, but his hand did start roaming.  His front was plastered to my back spooning me.  His right arm was pillowed under my head and running along the top of the bed, while his other arm slid up under his t-shirt and cupped my breast with his big rough hands.  His thumb rasped over my nipple slowly, back and forth.  I wiggled my butt and rubbed it against his erection.  This was more like it.

  I reached down and slipped my panties off my legs tossing them down to the floor by the bed.  I then reached back and released his erection from the confines of his briefs and gave him a few good pumps.  I lifted my leg and placed cock parallel to the lips of my sex, letting my leg fall down once I had him where I wanted him.

  He rocked his hips slowly, letting his cock get lubricated by the juices that were weeping from my vagina.  After a few pumps his cock was saturated and slipping and sliding freely through the lips of my sex.  I reached down between my legs where his cock head poked out and ran my thumb over the slit at the top.  Sam hissed in a breath through his teeth and then growled and gripped the back of my neck with his teeth.

 He kept pumping his hips, going faster and faster until suddenly his control seemed to snap and he flipped us, him on his back, and me reverse cowgirl.  He lifted my up slightly, gripped his cock by the base, and slammed me down onto him in the next instant.  I cried out in shock, we had never done this position before, and it was a totally new feeling.  He seemed to get deeper somehow, and his cock seemed a lot bigger this way.

  I leaned forward slightly and it changed the angle of penetration so his cock rubbed me in just the right spot.  I suddenly needed something to hold on to, so I grabbed on to his thighs and started riding him harder.  I felt him reach over and snap on the light, and then his hands returned to my hips to and encouraged me to move harder.  Suddenly I exploded and my orgasm rocked through me like an explosion. I threw my head back and cried out his name.

  Sam however wasn’t finished, he kept me moving through my orgasm, and I felt his thumb move from the small of my back down to where we were joined and press around gathering my moisture with his thumb.  Soon it was covered, and he trailed his thumb up to the bud of my anus and push slight pressure, as a sort of test to see what I thought about it.

  When I started to grind down on him and rock my hips in a slow circle, pushing back towards him slightly, he took that as a good sign and pressed a little harder with his thumb. It slipped into my anus, past the ring of muscle, and paused.  It was a really weird feeling I was having.  There was a lot of pressure, and some pain.

  “Push out.” He told me.

  I pushed out a little bit, and the pain feeling went away, but the pressure feeling was still there.  I started moving again up and down, and Sam took that as a sign from me to continue.  He pushed his thumb into the webbing, and I came unglued.  I moved up and down fiercely slamming my hips down into his with as much force as I could muster, and he started pumping his thumb in and out faster and faster.   

  The orgasm that ripped through me was like nothing I have ever experienced before.  This orgasm was like a tsunami.  Nothing prepared me for the intensity, and there was only devastation in its wake.

  I was vaguely aware of Sam letting go with his release, but by that point I was collapsed in a boneless heap that I would never recover from.  He withdrew his thumb slowly from my body, but still I lay there.

  Once my breathing went back to normal, I pulled up off of him and went to the bathroom to clean up.  I came back with a wet wash cloth for him and cleaned him up, tossing the cloth in a pile on the floor in front of the dresser.

  I crawled up next to him, kissing his chest, neck and finally settling at his lips for a long wet one, and then settled down, reaching down to pull the comforter up over us as I went. 

  I let out a long sigh and snuggled a little closer, kissing his pec one more time and falling to sleep shortly after.

Chapter 14

  I woke up deliciously sore around six forty five to find Sam leaning over me to wake me up.  Unfortunately he was already dressed.

  “Overslept babe, so I gotta go get my gear ready and head out.  Come give me a quick kiss when you get dressed and are about to leave.” Sam said.

  “Okay.” I mumbled, rolled out of bed and gave him a kiss before he walked out of the room and then out of the house.  I heard his Suburban rumble to life outside, and motor to the front of the shop where it shut off shortly after.

  I brushed my teeth, and put my hair up into a ponytail on the top of my head, and then braided it.  I made a quick potty break, and then headed into the bedroom and slipped on my favorite pair of boot cut jeans but stopped dead when I couldn’t get the button to button.  Fuck.  This happened a lot in the summer since I bloated because of the heat, but I hadn’t been expecting it this early on in the summer when it was barely in the nineties.  Pissed off, I shucked them off my legs and kicked them across the room.  I went to the dresser and picked through for my looser pair of jeans, and slipped them on.  These were tighter, but not unmanageable, so I went to find a t-shirt, threw some socks on and jammed my feet into my tennis shoes. 

  I went to the kitchen and heated up a whole box of toaster strudels, smeared on the icing, grabbled two Dr.Peppers, my keys, and purse, and hopped into my truck.  I pulled up beside Sam’s Suburban and got out, juggling the plates and Dr. Peppers as I went.  I got to Sam and handed him the plate with four on it, and he took it.

  “Thanks.” He muttered distractedly.

  “Welcome.” I said around a big bite.

  Sam finished his off in practically eight bites, and chucked the plate on top of his tool box.  Handed me his Dr. Pepper which I promptly popped the tab and handed back to him.   We’ve done this quite a few times before since his fingernails were never long enough to get under the tab.  Sam’s fingernails were short on purpose. He kept them like that so he didn’t have to deal with the cleanup of having long nails and being a mechanic.  Grease was a bitch any way it went, so it’s best to cut some corners when you could. 

  I was licking the icing that had dripped down my arm with my tongue when a cop car pulled up to the gate.  Sam went to the switch on the wall and pressed the button that opened the gate, and we both stared as the cop pulled up to the front beside my truck and got out. 

  “Can I help you, officer?” Sam asked.

  “Sam Mackenzie?” the officer asked.

  Sam nodded and waited.

  “And you are Cheyenne Allen?” the cop asked as he turned to look at me.

  “Yes, sir.” I answered.

  “Do you know a Leah Waters?” The cop asked authoritatively.

  “Yes sir, she is my ex-girlfriend.  Why? Is she in some trouble?” Sam answered.

  “Where were you both last night between 2 and 6 a.m.?” He questioned.

  “We were both in bed asleep.” Sam answered.  “Is she okay?”

  The cop seemed to come to some sort of conclusion, and he opened the flood gates.

  “Leah Water’s was killed last night; she was shot in the back of the head.  The baby was cut from her stomach and was lying on the ground next to her body with the umbilical cord cut. They were found by another guest who was out walking her dog at the hotel where she was staying.  Looked like he saved the baby’s life while taking Ms. Water’s.” 

  I gasped and threw my hand over my mouth, suddenly feeling nauseous. 

  “Is the baby okay?” Sam asked gruffly.

  “Yes, baby is in the NICU at Children’s in Dallas.  Was flown there as soon as she was found.  Are you the father?” he asked no bullshitting.

  “No.  As far as I could tell, the father was a man named Luke Roberts.”  Sam answered quickly.  “He was deployed in Iraq, the last time I heard from her.”

  “Thank You, we will try to contact him as soon as we can.”  He said.  “Do either of you know what,” he said as he removed his notebook from the pocket of his slacks and read, “You don’t deserve a family, Cap.” means?

  I quickly looked over to Sam to see that all of the blood had drained from his face. He took a deep breath, and then went in to an explanation.

  “We have been working with an Officer Marsh, who has been also working with my former CO.  We believe that a former member of our unit who was thought dead, went rogue, and is now targeting the former members of the team.  Another possibility is that it is another member of our old team, who knows us well enough to use only things that we would know, and is just using Justin’s name.  Cheyenne and her brother James, Blaine Master’s, and myself have all gotten threatening letters.  A couple weeks ago we had a team member die, and it is suspected that he was responsible.”  Sam explained quickly and efficiently.

  The officer nodded throughout Sam’s explanation.  He took a couple of notes and assured us that he would check into it.  He also assured us that he would keep us updated on the baby’s condition.  The officer left shortly after, and both of us just stood there watching him leave.

  I turned to look at Sam once he was no longer in sight, and could see that he was struggling with what we just heard.  I slowly walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him.  His arms came around me and squeezed me hard, almost to the point of pain.

  “That could have been you.” He said to me.

  “It wasn’t.  Are you ok, Sam?  I know you have to be upset by this.” I said back to him.

  “I’m sorry that it happened to her, and I am worried about her baby, but I’m just thanking God right now that it was her and not you.” He whispered.  “Thank God.”

  James came with me to work.  Sam called a group meeting and explained to them all what happened.  James decided that he would be my body guard for the day, and accompanied me to work after we dropped off Janie and Kayla at daycare.  The bosses loved James though, and didn’t have a problem with him tagging along with me.

  He used to be best friends with the owner’s son.  Their son, Briggs, died in a car accident when they were seventeen.  He was hit by a drunk driver and killed on impact.  It was a huge deal for this small town, because he had just gotten a full ride to UT for football.  The drunk driver was also killed on impact, he was a father of a girl that was in their graduating class, and the girl was shunned by the rest of the school for the sins of her father.  Brigg’s parents and James went out of their way to be nice to the girl and help her, but she left when she turned eighteen and no one ever saw her again.  James got quiet after that, staying to himself.  He enlisted in the army as soon as he graduated, not wasting any time to get away from here. 

  When he was twenty three he met Anna.  I didn’t like her as soon as I met her, but who was I to say anything when he was so obviously in obsessed with her?  He got her pregnant not long after they met.  I had a feeling that she got pregnant on purpose, but soon regretted the decision when she found out that pregnancy was not to her liking.  Anna was a complete bitch after that, and I hated her more and more every day.  James acted like a different person as well.  His personality seemed to drain out of him every day until the man that was left no longer resembled by big brother I knew and loved.  I thanked God when she left, even though James became even more withdrawn.  But he loved Janie, and his light shines through when he is with her.  The Ranger’s helped James a lot more than he likes to admit.  James came back on leave, and he almost acted like his old normal self. 

 Gabe was on Ember duty at her apartment, even though she hadn’t been threatened directly.  The men thought it prudent that she be covered though since they were targeting loved ones.  I’ll bet that she was just going to love having Gabe in her apartment.  I was still waiting for the low down on what was going on with Gabe and her.  But she was keeping that info tight to her chest, and not even giving me a little hint at what was going on.  I didn’t know if she was doing this on purpose, since I didn’t share with her about losing my virginity, or if she just didn’t want to talk about it.

  I heard James and Max laughing in the garage a few days ago, teasing Gabe about Ember.  I stopped before they could see me so I could get some low down on what was going on with the two of them since Ember was like a steel trap.   

  Apparently Ember had gone on a date, and Gabe was pissed.  He wouldn’t let Ember out of his sight. He intimidated the date throughout dinner, and he was so nervous he ended up leaving, while using the excuse that he needed to go to the bathroom. 

  “She thought that since she was on a date that I would leave her alone.  She found out rather quickly though that I wasn’t going anywhere.  She met him at the restaurant.  He was wearing an expensive three piece suit, and there Ember was in jeans with rhinestones on her ass and pointy toed cowboy boots that looked like they had been worn a million times.  The guy was so out of place he looked a tad uncomfortable.  Apparently Ember was the one to suggest the venue.  He had never been to Hog’s Breath Saloon before, so he had agreed without checking to make sure he would fit in with what he was wearing.  Ember tried to ask for a two person booth, but I sweet talked the waitress into giving us a table in the middle of the room.  I sat down beside her and her date was forced to sit across from her.  Ember ended up arguing with me more than she even spoke to her date.  Didn’t even notice he had left until the bill came and he still hadn’t returned from the bathroom.  She even begged me to go check on him, but he was nowhere to be seen.  It was the funniest thing I had witnessed in a long time.  She tried to one-up me and ended up screwing herself. She-“