Over the Top (Ranger Security Book 2) Page 13

  “What’s happening?” she asked, her ordinarily animated face a mask of worry.

  He brought her fully up to speed, leaving nothing out. She’d been so brave, he thought. His Christmas angel. His Snow White. His intergalactic princess. God, had he ever met anyone so remarkable? Anyone so good but so capable of being wicked? Had he ever met anyone who cared so much about the world and the people in it? So determined to make a difference, with no thought to personal gain.

  No, he hadn’t. And he instinctively knew he never would again. She was singular, unique. One of a kind. His to protect.

  She worried her bottom lip, seemed to absorb everything and filter it through that remarkable brain. “I always imagined that it was someone I knew,” she said. “But it never occurred to me that they were being coerced into action, forced to kill me.”

  “Does that make a difference?”

  “Yes, it does,” she said. “It changes the motive. This man is obviously trying to protect someone— more than likely his family—and has been backed into a corner. He bears me no ill will, no grudge. He’s not crazy or cruel. He’s desperate. And desperation is something I understand.” She lifted a slim shoulder. “I see it all the time when I’m working relief. People will do the unthinkable when they feel like they don’t have any choice.”

  That was true, he knew. Still... “He’s been trying to kill you, Noelle. He doesn’t get a pass because he has his reasons, no matter how good they might be.”

  “I’m not giving him a pass,” she said. “Just a little grace.”

  He shook his head, marveling at her. “Then you’re a better person than I am.”

  “No, I’m not,” she told him. “More highly evolved, maybe,” she teased, the familiar light returning to her lovely green eyes.

  A bark of laughter erupted from his throat. “More highly evolved, eh?”

  She sidled forward, wrapped her arms around his middle and settled her head on his chest. “Thank you,” she murmured, startling him.

  “For what?”

  “For caring,” she said simply. “I heard you ask to take me to the courthouse. I figured you’d be thrilled to get rid of me. I never expected you to ask for additional duty.”

  He swallowed, his throat clogged with emotion. “You’ve grown on me,” he said gruffly. Truer words had never been spoken. Never more terrifying either, but there it was.

  “I’ve got an idea,” she told him, leaning up to kiss the side of his neck. A shudder wracked through him. “Why don’t you grow inside of me?”

  ###

  Hours later, nestled in the sex tub, as Judd liked to call it, Noelle settled against his chest, between the V of his legs, and ate the chocolate candies from the honeymoon basket. The scent of honeysuckle massage oil and sex perfumed the air and the feather lay forgotten on the bed, but the ways he’d used it never would be.

  Mercy.

  Who knew something so soft and delicate could illicit such evocative feelings, could make her shiver and quake with a single sweep of it across her abdomen. There’d been a frantic edge to their lovemaking after he’d talked to his boss, Noelle had noted. Almost as though he’d needed to control her—control them—to keep the rest of the world in line.

  She understood perfectly.

  And she’d been happy to let him do it, to let him boss her around, to take her hard and fast. He’d needed the release and she’d needed...him. It was an alarming development she should have anticipated, but didn’t. Though she’d like to chalk these extraordinary feelings up to dire circumstances or even Stockholm syndrome, she thought with an inward chuckle, she knew that wasn’t the case.

  It was him. Judd. Even his name stirred something deep inside of her. It made her organs clench in recognition, made her stomach drop and her breasts tingle. She didn’t know what it was about him, what specifically it was that made him so damned remarkable— aside from his criminal handsomeness and massive sex appeal, she thought—that made him the one who just ultimately...did it for her.

  Was she in love with him? Could she be in love with him after so short a time? It was possible, she supposed. She knew it had happened for other people. But if this wasn’t love, then it was some variety thereof. She cared for him—deeply, given the ache in her chest the minute she’d realized their expiration date had arrived early—felt an overwhelming affection for him, one that she’d never experienced for anyone else before.

  And when it came to sex...

  Her womb clenched in remembered pleasure and she squirmed against him, felt him stir at her back. Heat moved through her, wound through her limbs and concentrated in her lady bits. Sizzled in anticipation of his touch, of his lips on her skin, his hands on her body, stroking, kneading, enflaming.

  She reached up behind her, turned her head and brought his down for her kiss. His lips were soft, but firm, skilled. Though she could feel the tension climbing in his touch, he was unhurried, determined to enjoy the way their mouths moved together. She suckled his tongue, drawing it deeper into her mouth and felt him nudge harder up against her.

  His big hands slipped around her, one at her breasts, toying with an achy nipple, the other sliding between her legs, where he put the palm of his hand flat against her sex and applied the perfect amount of pressure.

  She groaned into his mouth, wiggled against him, need impossibly welling again. Every time she thought she was incapable of having another orgasm, he proved her wrong, like it was some sort of test he had to pass, a point he had to prove.

  Lucky her, Noelle thought. He could score and score and score as far as she was concerned. Hell, this was a game she’d gladly forfeit if it meant she could keep having him, keep feeling him deep inside of her.

  She turned then and straddled him, settled her nether lips over the long ridge of his arousal, making sensation whip through her. She winced with pleasure, sucking air through her teeth.

  “I love that little sound you make,” he told her, his voice low and gruff with need. “It makes me so friggin’ hot," he said, coupling the world with a deliberate stroke against her clit.

  “You know what makes me hot?” she asked, emboldened by his compliment.

  “Tell me,” he growled, his big hands sliding over her back and settling on her hips as she undulated over him, not quite taking him in, biding her time, building his anticipation. “Shock me.” He chuckled. “You routinely do.”

  She drew back and looked at him. “Really? I shock you? Little ole me?” She shook her head. “You must keep boring company.”

  “Not true,” he insisted, shifting at her entrance, trying to come inside of her.

  She evaded him, slid back and pressed a kiss onto his chest, flicked her tongue against his male nipple. His gorgeous skin gleamed in the light, wet and slippery, his dark hair pushed away from his face. And his eyes—God, help her, those eyes—burned with desire and something else, something she didn’t quite recognize but knew was significant all the same.

  “You’re remarkable, Noelle,” he told her. “The most interesting person I’ve ever met.”

  She laughed softly. “Interesting like a science experiment or interesting as exotic and mysterious?”

  “Definitely the latter,” he told her, a smile in his voice. He snorted. “A science experiment,” he repeated. “Your mind must be a really interesting place to live.”

  “It is,” she told him, settling onto the head of his penis, taking a little bit of him in, but not seating herself firmly onto him. It took every bit of strength she possessed to hold herself steady, to resist.

  She wanted him to snap. She loved pushing him past his breaking point, making him mindless with need, with want for her. Only her.

  With a low growl, gratifyingly, he did.

  At last, hallelujah, amen.

  “Enough,” he said, then reached over and turned on the jets, making the tub bubble and roil. In less than a heartbeat, he’d rolled her onto her side and slid right into her. She inhaled sharply from the invasion, f
elt him nudge her core, her muscles clench. She clung to the side of the tub, held on while he stroked her intimately, long and deep.

  “I wish you could know how good this feels,” she said, her voice broken, raw. “I wish you could feel what I’m feeling, how much I love the way you move inside of me. Every vein and ridge, every perfect inch.”

  He laughed darkly. “Oh, 1 think I’ve got a vague idea,” he told her, flexing deep, growing impossibly harder.

  “You might,” she said, laughing softly as pleasure built in her sex, the heat building, feeding on itself.

  Judd slipped farther under her, then lifted her leg and anchored it on the side of the tub. “I’m going to try something,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

  “Unequivocally.” And she did, she realized. Completely. She didn’t know if this meant she’d achieved some level of unprecedented insightfulness or if she’d just lost her mind. She smothered a hysterical laugh.

  Probably both.

  “All right,” he said, sliding her body down the side of the big tub until—

  “Oh!”

  “There it is.” He chuckled. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. This is going to be good.”

  The hot stream of water firing from the jets pounded her clit while he pistoned in and out of her, a double whammy of sensation that made her entire body hum with so much sensation she was surprised she didn’t just light up from the glow.

  Her breath came in little hard puffs, her hands bit into the side of tub as she held on for dear life. It was almost too much. Too good. He stretched her, filled her, the hot water pounding relentlessly at her from the front, his dick buried deep inside of her, pounding from behind...

  She felt the orgasm well up inside of her, reach an unmatched crescendo, then she exploded. Fractured. Flew into a million pieces.

  Which was odd considering her body bowed so hard from the shock of it that she went teeth-clenchingly rigid, every muscle atrophied with joy, with unparalleled bliss.

  She felt Judd jerk from behind, heard a guttural growl rip from his throat, felt him spasm inside of her. Her dark angel, her protector, her...

  Hers.

  Breathing raggedly, he pressed a kiss to her temple while his dick remained buried deep and twitching with the aftermath of his orgasm. Or maybe it was hers, she thought. Either way, the feeling was indescribably perfect. Beautiful.

  “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Noelle,” he said. “Ever.”

  The promise burrowed into her heart, made tears prick the backs of her eyes. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you either,” she said. Even yourself, she silently added. Because she suspected whatever haunted Judd Anderson was a demon he’d created, even fed.

  He laughed softly. “You’re going to protect me?” She nodded once. “Damn straight.”

  Because she suspected he needed a hero as much as she did.

  Chapter 14

  Curtis returned the phone to the cradle on Thursday morning—his last day to save his family—and felt hysteria fraying the edges of his sanity. His wife had called to remind him of his girls’ dance recital this evening—seven o’clock, don’t forget!—and in the same breath mentioned that her mother and father weren’t going to be able to attend, that her father had gotten some disturbing news.

  That was worrisome. Had the man at Ranger Security somehow managed to learn his identity? Curtis wondered. He’d taken precautions before making the call. He’d bought a disposable phone, had kept the conversation to less than a minute and a half to avoid any GPS detection on their end, then had tossed the phone into the man-made pond in their local park once he’d finished with it. And he hadn’t given the agent his real name, of course. Still...

  Time was running out and every tick of the clock made him a little more sick to his stomach, a little more desperate. He’d considered packing Carla and the kids up and simply leaving town, but even though he’d gone through the house and removed the multiple bugs and mini-cameras, he couldn’t be certain that he’d gotten them all, that he wouldn’t tip his hand and get them all killed for their trouble.

  It was tempting though, because if he couldn’t find out where Noelle Montgomery was, then they were all dead anyway. A little sob welled in his throat and he hung his head, massaged his temples.

  An email arrived in his inbox with a ding, reminding him that he was at work—where he was expected to pretend like his life didn’t hang in the balance—so in absence of a better plan, he tried to focus on what he could control. What he could do.

  The email was one of those viral video links from an unknown sender, but the subject line grabbed his attention. “The break you needed. Don’t fuck it up.”

  Heart pounding, he slid his mouse over the link and clicked. “Hi, I’m Chad,” a boy in his midtwenties announced at the beginning. “And I’m Marissa,” his companion said. “We’re sociology majors at the University of Tennessee and if you’re watching this video, then you, too, are contributing to our social experiment.”

  Curtis frowned. Social experiment? How was this the break he needed? How did this couple pretending to be stranded motorists who were running an informal poll to see who would stop and offer assistance pertain to his problem? He’d just about convinced himself that he’d read the message wrong, that it hadn’t come from Team Tubby, as he’d begun to call it, when a couple rolled into view on screen. “This sweet couple was our last passersby,” the girl said. “And they proved me right,” she added. “They initially drove past, but then turned around and came back, which put me ahead in the society-isn’t-doomed-from-indifference category.” She jabbed a little victory fist in the air. “Win!”

  Curtis leaned forward, felt his jaw go slack. Noelle Montgomery. In the passenger seat. Sweet Lord...

  “This kind couple not only expressed concern over our being on the side of the road, but admonished us for setting up shop there in the first place and advised us to move to a safer locale. See?” the girl said. “There’s hope for us yet.”

  Yes, Curtis thought, there was.

  It took twenty minutes to locate the pair, convince them that he was an executive with a popular reality TV show and wanted to interview them for a potential spot on the next season. They’d been eager to share, thrilled to reveal every last detail about their experiment, including the exact location where the video was filmed. He didn’t have an address, but he had a road and a good look at the vehicle.

  He had to do it, Curtis thought, nausea burning the back of his throat. He didn’t have a choice.

  ###

  This was a bad idea, Judd thought, following Noelle along the creek once again. He should have never agreed to let her out of the house, never allowed her to wheedle him into putting them out in the open like this. Granted, he didn’t think they’d been compromised—he couldn’t imagine how—but he couldn’t deny the tension tightening his gut, couldn’t ignore the finger of unease prodding his belly. It had been so bad that his brother had sent him a text, one that simply contained a question mark.

  Hell if he knew, Judd thought. He didn’t have any of the answers. In fact, right now, he’d definitely say that he had more questions than answers. As such, he’d called Payne early this morning and shared a few of his concerns.

  “She’s never going to be safe,” he’d told him. “Even if Tubby goes to jail, he’s going to send someone after her.”

  “It’s possible,” Payne had agreed. “But even if she backed out now and didn’t testify, it wouldn’t change anything. She’s too much of a liability.”

  And he’d been right. Judd had considered trying to talk her out of giving her testimony, then had decided he’d have a better chance of telling the mountain their cabin sat on to move to Portugal.

  None.

  She’d come this far, she was doing the right thing, had sacrificed enough already. And he admired her for that resolve, he really did. Noelle Montgomery had honor. It was an antiquated notion, but he liked it. He admired her for it. Particularly aft
er she’d shared the details of what had happened, how the murder had affected her. And it also explained why she was so devoted to those cats. “I don’t know what I’ll do with them the next time I need to go into the field,” she said. “But they’re mine. I can’t give them up.”

  To his astonishment, he’d offered to keep them for her. The smile she’d given him after that was nothing short of wondering, had made him feel more like a hero than anything else he’d ever done.

  He’d also committed himself to her beyond this mission.

  She’d recognized the significance, then leaned forward and kissed him. They’d kissed a lot over the past couple of days—and more, so much more, he thought, his balls tightening—but that kiss...that kiss had been an earmark. It had signaled a change.

  He’d called his brother directly after and asked him if he and Noelle could come there once she’d testified, just until he could figure something out, some way to thwart Tubby. Sophie, having had her own troubles, had practically built a fortress around her farm. It was the safest place he knew of. Nothing would come over that wall.

  He hadn’t mentioned it to Noelle yet. He was biding his time, waiting until the right moment.

  “You’re awfully quiet,” she said. “And grim-looking. What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t like being out here,” he said. “We’re too exposed.”

  “No one knows we’re here.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” he said, shaking his head.

  She paused to look at him. “Is this a gut feeling or are you being paranoid. Be honest.”

  “I’m always honest.”

  “You evade,” she said.

  He arched a brow. “And you don’t?”

  She merely grinned at him, tucked a long strand of that gorgeous hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. “I’m cautious,” she said. “There’s a difference.”

  “It must be damned subtle.”

  “It is,” she said. “I’m not surprised that you’re confused.”