Chapter 5
Sunday Morning
Webb sat in the back of the room between an agent and a SEAL. Both looked ridiculously young this morning and considering his advanced age of 40, was really depressing. But then he hadn’t slept much last night. He hadn’t lied to her, the quiet was too much, but it was more than that. He had gone back to the motel to prove to himself that he could do it. But he was scared there. More scare than he had been in a long time. Scared that the state police on duty would turn out to be part of it all. Scared that the goddamn boogieman was going to come for him. Scared that he had finally lost Rabb for good. He knew he was suffering from fatigue and exhaustion. The minor wound on his arm hurt like hell and all he wanted was a good night’s sleep. The walk back into town had nearly turned him into a whimpering baby. But he had done it. Ignored the whispers in his head and reached the safety of the police station. He nodded to the men on duty and collapsed on the sofa in her office, fully clothed. The dreams had been a jumble and he remembered hugging himself trying to get warm, trying to feel safe. The enveloping warmth of the blanket she covered him with did all that and woke him up.
In 15 years with the agency he had never allowed his feelings to get in the way of a case, even a case so damn fucked up as this one. He couldn’t afford to be sidetracked on this one. He had to pull it together or he was going to lose his job or lose his heart. Damn, how the hell had that happened? She’s just a woman. That’s all. Not even his type. Nope, no way, no how. Just because she had one of the finest asses he had ever seen? Since when had he become an ass man? He liked tall slinky blondes! Blondes, who’s designer dresses hung straight down from the shoulder. Not a wild haired redhead who had luscious curves in all the right places. Breasts that seemed to plead for attention. And the way those uniform pants hugged her hips, hinting at the delights between her legs should be against the law. What the hell was he thinking? He had actually wanted to kiss her this morning! Would have too if she hadn’t said that about this damn town. Like he didn’t agree completely. Why did it bother him to hear her put it down?
AJ was walking to the front of the room. The man looked like he was ready to chew some major league ass. Now what happened? Had he received a phone call from Sheffield? He hated DC politics. He had played them ever since he competed in the Olympics. Maybe he would quit and raise horses. Nah. Couldn’t do that. The best places to raise horses for racing were Kentucky or California. The only reason why he went to California was when his Mother dragged him there on her yearly shopping binge on Rodeo Drive. His aunt, who was her sister’s normal shopping buddy, refused to go. And Kentucky? Kentucky was south of the Mason-Dixon line. Something he planned to avoid for the rest of his life if possible.
"Ladies and gentlemen, most of you know me. For those of you who don’t my name is Admiral AJ Chegwidden. I’ve been given authority for this mission and the FBI, Marines, state and local police will report to me in this action. To start, I will let Commander Sturgis Turner fill you in on the importance of this mission." AJ glared at the abashed former submariner who kept his eyes front and center. "Commander Turner has a helio to catch so he can return to his duties."
Oh yeah, happy, happy time at the JAG family. Tracy looked like she had been crying most of the night. But Mac? Mac looked like shit. Webb was tired, almost too tired to do the math but his eyes widened as he realized that something had happened between the Admiral and the Colonel. He sat straighter, his eyes darting from one to the other, taking in little details. Details that only he knew to look for. The way AJ’s lips tightened every time he had to glance at her. The way Mac’s back was straighter than if she was a full attention, refusing to even look at AJ. She always looked at AJ. Webb couldn’t remember a situation when, if in the same room, Mac didn’t angle herself so that she could give her CO her full attention. Well, well. Whatever happened hadn’t ended well.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I’m down here because the President sent me." Well that explained that and was it just a little slap back at his boss? Webb leaned forward. Why had the President been involved at all? He had cabinet members to handle even the most sensitive of situations. Well this certainly was sensitive. "The laptop that Mr. Webb and Commander Webb were using on their fact finding mission contains sensitive information and details of several possible terrorist plots that could lead to the next 9/11. We’ve been lucky this past year. Luckier than most people in this room know. Not only is the computer itself important, lets remember we have a man down out there and we need to find him. He too has information that we need." Well that was true enough. They both did have stuff in their heads. But Turner was smart. He wanted to make sure that even if the laptop were found, the teams would remain to find Rabb, like AJ and the rest of them wouldn’t spend the rest of their lives scouring the woods looking for the flyer.
Webb had done all he could, though he wished he remembered sooner about the tracking device in the laptop. It was indicative of his new pariah-class standing in the CIA that they hadn’t returned his call. He was rather glad he had let that little hint slip to Seaborn yesterday. Not that the FBI could do anything to nudge Watts. Damn the man held a grudge.
Seaborn stood next. "First of all, I want to thank the local authorities for their assistance. I want to personally thank each deputy for taking my men in. Our ranks are swelling and the quarters here are getting crowded. We are moving part of the group out to Toby’s Fish’n Bait Resort, ten miles east of town. Thanks to the efforts of Deputy Horace Evans. The hunt is now two pronged and we’ve decided to split the responsibilities. The resort will be the base of operations for the search group. SEALs and Marines and a few others will bed down out there. There are two cabins that will sleep twelve, one that will sleep six and two that are smaller. Admiral Chegwidden has said he will move into one. Mr. Webb?"
"Yeah, that will be better than the couch here. The motel is not an option."
"I understand sir. I’ll assign a man to get your and the admiral’s things moved over there. The Admiral has taken full charge of the operation into the woods. Several deputies have offered their expertise. I’ll leave that to Sheriff Thibodeau to map out. I, along with several of my men, will stay in town. We will focus our efforts in questioning the witnesses downstairs. Hopefully they will lead us to the men responsible for the original act of violence.
"Excuse me, sir." A Marine major stood. "Healey, in charge of the Marine detail, sir."
"Yes, Major?"
"Why do you think it will be a separate operation? Don’t you feel that if – when – we find Rabb and the laptop, we will find the perpetrators?"
"I’ll let Sheriff Thibodeau answer that question."
Here it comes. He could do this. He could watch her speak and focus on her words and not the way her lips formed them. No he couldn’t. He let his eyes wander, or he tried to.
"My name is Bobbi Jo Thibodeau. I’m the sheriff here. We don’t stand on a lot of formality down here, so you can call me Bobbi Jo or just sheriff. Thibodeau is a mouthful. To answer your question, Major, what we think happened started out as a simple gay-bashing gone bad."
Terrific. Every eye in the room was zeroed in on him. He crossed his arms and glared at her.
"Excuse me. Ya’ll want to look at me." Her voice snapped them all back to her. "I’m not saying that Mr. Webb or Commander Rabb are gay. There is every indication to the contrary, in fact. Not that it would make a damn bit of difference. The fact is, several members of the local KKK decided they didn’t like it and wanted to teach the city slickers a lesson. We have no evidence to indicate what would have been done to them had Mr. Webb not killed one of them in obvious self-defense. But once it went bad, the perpetrators fled. They also returned later and removed the body, which says to us that they are in terror of being discovered."
"Do you have a line to the local KKK?" one of the agents said.
"Honey, until this happened I didn’t know we had an actual group here. It isn’t active and the local black population hasn’t complained about it. And, trust me, Miss Bertha Adkins is one of our councilwomen and she would have said something."
"Which just points more to the possibility that they have a camp somewhere."
"No. The Klan isn’t al Queda. The Klan may meet in the woods and burn a cross or even still kill some poor transient black man, but they need the support of their family and friends. They need the good old boy network. With the lawsuits and hopefully growing enlightenment in the south, plus the fact that the economy sucks all over, there isn’t much loose money floating around. No. The more I think about it, the more I think this was an isolated incident that had little to do with a mysterious laptop. I certainly don’t think the people who took Rabb even knew the importance of the laptop."
"Then who, damn it." He hadn’t meant to speak. He certainly hadn’t meant it to come out so ragged. He was an expert at keeping his emotions reigned in. But if she was stringing them along, he was going to lose what little control he was maintaining."
Her smile was tired and he could see that she was embarrassed to bring it up. "Well now, Mr. Webb. That’s the rub isn’t it? If it were the Klan, then why not just kill him and Cici. Why take him at all? If they wanted to leave a message that gays weren’t welcome in our fair little town, why not leave a clear message?" Her cheeks reddened and she glanced down. "We, the team in town, will find the people responsible for the first incident. However, I think you will find this is a play with at least two, if not more, acts. I’ve assigned Deputy Horace Evans to work with the search team, simply because he is the most experienced man I have. He and my father have hunted in these hills since they were boys. He knows all the people in the hills – all that want to be known."
"Jesus Chirst!" He stood and put his hands on his hips. "What are you suggesting?"
"Come on Webb. I talked to Donisha again this morning. I kept completely away from the whole Klan thing with her. I talked to her about how the two of you interacted. Very few of those girls thought you two were lovers. Oh Loraine is yelling about the way you talked to her when she first proposed that she and the girls make your time fly a little quicker, but I think you just pissed her off with that remark that a cow in the field would have been preferable and probably safer." He blushed and several of the men snorted and swallowed their laughter. "However, Donisha said that Cici was quite smitten with Rabb. She visited him several times.
Webb glanced at Manetti who had a shocked, intense look on her face. Mac was reaching out to the woman, but she threw the hand off and sat straighter in her chair. "He never did anything more than talk to her, Sheriff," he said harshly. "He said she just wanted to talk. He never touched her. He felt the same way about those girls as I did. Neither of us was that brave."
"Okay. What did she talk about?"
He shook his head trying to clear it. "I don’t know. I didn’t pay that much attention. I guess she just told him about her home."
"Her home back in the hills? Look. The Jenks family is one of those old hill families that have interbred to the point of idiocy. We seldom see any of them. From what I’ve heard, Cici came out of the hills when she was a teenager. She and her momma lived in an old chicken coop for a while. Her momma had grown up in Helensburg then disappeared one day. Nobody paid much attention when she came back. She and her daughter kept to themselves, lived off of welfare for a while. Cici fell into the whole whoring game after Ruth Ann died." Bobbi Jo looked sad and angry at the same time and Webb thought she was quite possibly the prettiest woman he knew. "Horace?"
The senior deputy stood. He looked uncomfortable but took a deep breath. "Ruth Ann White was a cheerleader at the high school about five or six years behind me. Pretty little thing, but wild. She was always hanging out at the drive-in flirting with the boys. But mostly Ruth Ann was flirted with Roy Preston."
"Isn’t that the lawyer who’s missing?" another agent asked.
"Yep. For a while, after Ruth Ann up and disappeared we thought old Roy was involved, but we could never prove nothin’ and we couldn’t find no body and her daddy din’t seem too worried. Turns out, she done run off with Jeremiah Jenks and done had his baby."
"Huh?"
"Lookee here. Back then, two of the Jenks boys would come into town about once a month or so, pick up a few items at the grocery, eat a hamburger and then go home. From what I knew at the time, the Jenks boys were a shy bunch and their daddy didn’t truck with drinking or whorin’. These two old boys were basically harmless. Kind of stupid, but damn, they was good lookin’ boys. All the girls teased them something terrible and I don’t think the boys understood them girls were all flirtin’."
"Okay. But what does that have to do with Cici and Rabb?" Webb demanded. He could see that this was tearing Manetti apart. Even Jake Seaborn was looking at her with concern. "I’m telling you, Rabb was just being friendly. All he ever did was talk to her and walk in the forest. Hell, I walked in the forest with her too. She was a…a…oh hell I don’t know. A nice kid. Too young to be doing what she was doing. But she said she had to stay until…" He stopped and remembered the conversations they had with the young hooker. "Oh shit, no. He would never have gone with her. He had a girlfriend back home for God’s sake." He had to make Manetti understand. He stared right at her before continuing, "One he didn’t stop talking about the entire goddamn week!"
"I ain’t sayin’ he went with her willing, Mr. Webb." Horace blushed a bright red.
"She was all of 4’9"! Even in his weakened state he could have fought her off. Even if he passed out, she couldn’t have dragged him anywhere."
"Not by herself, she couldn’t." Horace nodded sagely.
"Oh for God’s sake, AJ! You aren’t buying into this story are you?" he demanded.
"Webb, I think we have to work every angle we can." AJ stood and Bobbi Jo, looking upset, angry and just out and out tired, sat back down. Mac was making no pretense now of whispering something to Manetti who just stared straight ahead, her eyes locked on something off in the distance.
"Fine. I think it’s a waste of time."
"Regardless. NSA and CIA and the Navy are coordinating satellites over the region. Considering where we’re located, there aren’t a lot of satellites we can use, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it. We’ll get about 10 flybys a day and people all over the country are scrambling to position the lens right so we can get some detail. We only have about three heat signature satellites that will cross over and we are counting on them to give us targeting locations, but the bottom line is that we are going to have to go in on foot and reconnoiter the old-fashion way. The men on the ground have all the latest equipment and I hope we can find him in a few days." AJ looked down at the papers in his hand and cleared his throat. "Sheriff Thibodeau, Commander Manetti, Agent Seaborn will be in charge of the town search. Colonel MacKenzie will be in charge of the base camp. I will lead the mission into the woods." He raised his eyes to Webb. "I have no orders on your participation, Mr. Webb. Commander Turner?"
"The President said Mr. Webb was to hang tight until he received word, sir."
"Well that’s great. Just great. What the hell am I supposed to do, AJ? Sit at Mary Sue’s and drink coffee and eat toasted pecan rolls!" He’d quit. He’d go in and find Rabb himself and quit. He definitely didn’t need this…" A shock went through his waist and he grabbed at the phone he had finally retrieved from the hotel last night, the phone that, if he had it on his belt when they ran away, could have prevented this entire fiasco. "Webb!" he was sure that the mayor, two full blocks away could hear him. He listened for a long time, not even trying to keep the surprise off his face. He could feel every eye in the room on him but when he focused he found his eyes locked with Bobbi Jo’s. They were full of concern – for him. Jesus. Not now. He didn’t need this now. "Fine. Is it classified? Oh. Well I guess if Dan Rather has it, then it isn’t classified. Yeah. No, sir. Have them send the coordinates to the ops computer. No. I understand. Yes, you’re right, a vacation would be in order. Thank you. No, I’ll report in as soon as we find him. Thank you sir."
"Well!" AJ barked.
"Well, AJ, I guess you could call it bloody Sunday."
"What’s happened?" Tracy Manetti gasped.
"Nothing on that front that’s helpful, kid. Hang in there." He returned his phone to his pocket then shook his head. "You will have to forgive me, I’m not used to this whole interdepartmental sharing stuff."
"No kidding," Mac snorted.
"Cute, Colonel." He sighed then shrugged. "At 9:30 this morning the President called a cabinet meeting. Our little missing laptop has taken on the proportions of the football."
"Huh?" One of the deputies grunted.
"The briefcase with the nuclear launch codes inside," an agent explained in soto voice.
"Huh?"
"Never mind, Cletus, I’ll explain later." Bobbi Jo kept her eyes on Webb.
"I called Langley last night and told them we should get a trace on the internal tracking device." Webb blushed and hung his head. He had no intention of sharing the conversation he had with Watts later on. It had boiled down to the fact that Webb was an idiot; the loss of the computer was his fault and the Antarctica listening post was shorthanded. "This morning I happen to mention to Agent Seaborn what I did and it was funny that we hadn’t heard word back." He had thought he was sealing his fate by informing the FBI that the CIA was withholding, because of petty politics, vital information. He couldn’t keep the vindictive smile off his face and he finally met AJ’s astonished look. "At the cabinet meeting, the Attorney General asked Watts what the hell was going on and why wasn’t necessary information forthcoming. He really blindsided Watts. Watts hemmed and hawed but the new head of Homeland Security jumped in and really ripped into him. It must have been a display worthy of a WWF tag team. The upshot of it was that the President called Watts on it and Watts is now retired. There is a shakeup going on at the agency – yet again – and I have no idea if I will have a job. However, it was suggested that I take a vacation. That way there is no bullshit about the mandate or anything along those lines. I’m just a guy looking for his friend."
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Late Sunday Afternoon
The incredible view did nothing to improve Webb’s mood. He wasn’t happy, but then he really hadn’t been happy much on this trip. And, AJ was right. Even with his brand new hunting boots and camouflage hunting pants and quilted jacket, he was no SEAL. Hell, even AJ wasn’t trying to go there. The plan was simple. AJ and Horace would go into the woods fairly open as two old friends who were getting in some hunting, albeit illegal as hell, but why have a county deputy as a friend if you couldn’t hunt off-season. They would approach each homestead, jaw a while – the deputy’s words, certainly not his – and then move on. The SEALs and Marines would follow stealthily behind them. Hopefully it would work, but he didn’t know if Manetti would make it.
After the meeting Mac had pulled Tracy to the side and the talk had raised the color of Manetti’s face to a brick red. However, the Lieutenant Commander had squared her shoulders and turned away. The last he heard was a terse, "Let’s go talk to these ladies of the evening, Sheriff."
It had killed his plan to have a quiet word with Bobbi Jo. He felt he somehow owed her an apology. It was none of his business why she had decided to return to the place. It was her home and… Oh god, he didn’t need this right now. His only contribution so far was relaying the location of the signal and to advise that it was stationary and not moving. Unfortunately, it appeared to be in the middle of a ravine and rappelling in from a copter might not be successful, certainly dangerous and would alert the entire valley to their presence. Of course, everyone, within a couple of miles of the town, knew something was up. Anyone who asked was told they were on maneuvers.
"Webb?"
"Yeah, Mac. You all set up?"
"As much as I can. It’s nice out here."
"Yeah, beautiful."
"You’re pissed because you couldn’t go with them aren’t you?"
"No more than you."
"No. I’m doing what needs to be done."
"And I’m just along for the ride."
"Poor baby."
"Bite me, Mac." It was the first laugh he had heard from her since they found him. She still looked tired. But she wore an air of professionalism that made him blush. "He’ll be fine, Mac."
"Rabb always is."
"Well yeah. That goes without saying. He’s probably just tied down on a bed, being forced to reinforce the gene pool of a bunch of…"
"Stop it, Clay. Manetti doesn’t need to hear that."
"Manetti is back in town. And besides, I wasn’t talking about Rabb. AJ’s a former SEAL and…"
"And if you don’t stop this right now, I’m going to tell Bobbi Jo that you are a momma’s boy who likes opera and long leggy blonds."
"Probably for the best if you did. But then we’re not talking about a mild flirtation are we."
"Clay, please."
"Please what." He sighed and turned away from the beautiful scene before him. Even shrouded in the cold mist he could see the beauty inherent in the broad river and tall trees. In the spring and fall it was probably breathtaking. He wondered if any of the natives even noticed it. The face before him was breathtaking too. He could admit that Sarah MacKenzie really was gorgeous and he wondered if he should go ahead and make a play for her. No. He knew who she really loved and he knew that she would never do anything about it. "Mac. Have you even told him?"
"He knows."
"Then he’s an idiot."
"No. He’s an honorable man. A man devoted to his career." She took a deep breath. "As I am to mine."
"Yeah. Well that will keep you both all snuggly warm when you’re in your dotage."
"We both have a long time to go before that."
"Pardon my snort of disdain. Either one of you could do something. You’re both so stubborn though."
"Oh look who’s talking. How are the wife and kids, Webb?"
"Cute, MacKenzie. Some of us were never meant for that. You however, aren’t one of them."
"That’s not fair, Clay. I said those things to you in Afghanistan in confidence."
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her until her head rested on his shoulder. "You think I would use that against you? You never even said who you were in love with."
"Everyone knew it was Harm."
"Not everyone."
"Damn you, Clay."
"Can’t you just talk to him?"
"Not anymore."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing."
"Okay, okay, okay!" He kissed the top of her head. "What a group we all are, aren’t we?"
"Oh." They turned to find Bobbi Jo staring at them from the foot of the steps leading up to the enclosed porch they were standing on. "I…uhm…I thought I would bring the food for the team out here and offer you a ride back, Colonel."
Mac looked from one to the other and smiled. "Thanks. I want to eat with the guys, go over the last of the details for the relays and replacements. I want to talk to you too, Bobbi Jo, but that can wait till the ride back. How’s Manetti holding up?"
"Oh she’s a pistol. She’s been in those whores’ faces all afternoon. If anyone can break Miss Loraine, that girl will."
"Good." Mac leaned in and kissed Webb on the cheek. "You’re a good friend, Clayton Webb. Thanks for listening to me."
He gulped and turned back to the river. "Sure, Mac. Any time."
The screen door squeaked open and he heard boots clomp down. He stopped listening expecting the two of them to walk to the main cabin where half the men were sleeping and all the force would eat and exchange information.
"Can I join you?" Her quiet voice sent a chill down his spine.
"Sure. I’m just getting ready to go over and get something to eat. But I thought I would let the sharks calm a bit."
He could feel her approach him tentatively. "I just brought lunchmeat and bread and fixings. My mother is appalled and I’m sure the Ladies’ League will insist upon having a luncheon or something. My mother would turn a public hanging into a social occasion."
"I’m sorry you hate it here so much."
She was so close he could feel her shrug. "My own fault. I left LA for a valid reason. I let my father’s death color overshadow that reason."
"Well, like you said, sometimes you have to do what you have to do."
"Yeah, I say a lot of things." She started to move away but he turned and touched her shoulder. He could feel her heat. She sighed. "Look. I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t come to me with that laptop or your concerns over your safety. I guess a lot of this is my fault."
"No. None of this is your fault."
"You’re in love with her and she’s in love with…someone she shouldn’t be, isn’t she."
"If you mean, I’m in love with Sarah MacKenzie, you’re as wrong about that as you were about my sexual orientation."
She twisted around and glared up at him. "I never thought that. Not really. But the way you two were going at it in the café, I thought you were brothers at first. Then, when he said that thing about how he thought he had made a bad choice and you said you were all he had left…"
"We’ve known each other for nine years, Bobbi Jo. He knows exactly what buttons to push to get me going and I know what makes him tick. He’s a good man. A serial monogamist, who will one day meet his match and trust me, that match will be a woman. Maybe not Commander Manetti, certainly not Sarah MacKenzie."
She stepped closer studying his eyes. "And not you?"
He smiled and sighed a small laugh. "And most assuredly not me."
"Good."
She stepped closer and he brought his fingers to caress along her face. "You move
pretty fast, Sheriff Thibodeau."
"That turns you off? You prefer shy women who…" The rest of her words were cut off when he covered her lips with his. If she was surprised, her actions denied it. She leaned in closer, immediately opening her mouth, inviting his tongue to explore her moist recesses. Her arms wrapped around him and he couldn’t help but think how perfectly she fit in his arms. She tasted of sweet tea and something undeniably female. He gave into the desire that had never left him since first eyeing her bent over the gate of her truck and ran his hands boldly over her firm ass. Her moan filled his mouth and made him hard.
Pulling back, but not releasing his hold on her, he stared down into her eyes. "So Bobbi Jo, are you the farmer’s daughter and am I the farm equipment salesman?"
"Well it’s either that, or I take you home to meet my momma."
"That what you want?"
"Oh lands, honey. No way do I want to do that. It’s been so long, Clay. Please."
"You’re sure?"
"I’m sure and I’m clean and, well trust me or don’t, but I’m safe too."
"You need to talk about that?"
"No. Please, Clay."
As he led her to the door of the cabin, he took one last look over the landscape around them. He thought he could see Mac looking back toward them but it was getting too dark to really tell. He opened the door and walked inside. He hadn’t bothered with the lights in here and so he could ignore the knotty pine paneling and floors, the metal-legged table with its oilskin tablecloth and three chairs covered in orange and green plastic in the middle of the room. He led her past the fireplace that he had meant to light.
The bedroom was so tiny that the not quite full size bed nearly filled it. A small mirrored-dresser whose bottom drawers only opened half way before hitting the edge of the bed was the only other piece of furniture in the room. He couldn’t even close the door if the were both going to stand.
She carefully unbuckled the gun belt at her hips, placing it on the dresser top next to his holstered gun and wallet. They laughed softly when arms and heads bumped together as they pulled off their own and each other’s clothes. When he bent in to claim a quick kiss, his leg tangled with hers and the next thing he knew they were sprawled on the bed, entwined and kissing passionately.
"Well I think this might be as ungainly as making out in the back of my daddy’s Ford after the prom." She gasped as he struggled to remove the last of his clothes all the while trying to keep his lips on her naked aureole.
"Oh yeah? Who was that with? The captain of the football team?" he asked, the amusement evident in his voice.
She pushed him over onto his back and loomed over him, teasing him with her swaying breasts. "Nope. Horace’s cousin, Varnel. His daddy had moved away to the big city and Varnel had strange and wonderfully rebellious sensibilities. I always had a weakness for rebels. Are you a rebel, Clayton Webb? Who did you lose your virginity to? Did some spy seduce you into the game? What did you want to be when you were a little kid?" She didn’t give him a chance to answer before grinding her breasts against him as she claimed a long wet kiss.
He rolled her over until he was on top of her, his already semi-erect cock bumping against her thigh. She was the most talkative woman he had ever bedded. Most of the women he dated, while adroit in their lovemaking, were focused on the act and their own pleasure. Most of the women he dated knew how rich he was and what they hoped to get out of the mating. Never an engagement ring, he made that perfectly clear right from the start, but a bracelet or an acceptable date to a charity function was usually expected.
As his vision adjusted to the meager light he could make out the passion and humor in her eyes. She was truly like no other woman he knew. "Well. Lets see. Since meeting up with Rabb and Company I guess I’ve become more of a rebel, but not by choice. Her name was Muffy and her mother was my mother’s best friend. The last I heard, she’s on her third marriage, Muffy, not her mother. And," he kissed her roughly, letting his hands roam over her incredible skin, "I, like you, followed my father into the family business."
This time when she tried to turn them again, he wouldn’t let her. Instead he began to trail wet, open-mouth kisses down her lush body. He nuzzled his face between her ample breasts and reveled in the way the scent of her soap, gardenias, he thought, still clung to her skin at the end of the day. He teased her belly button until she was on the verge of dissolving into giggles. "Stop, please Clay. Oh God, please don’t." But when he reached the apex of her legs she stilled and waited. Even her breathing changed. He could feel her tense as if no man had done this before.
He raised his head and asked, "May I taste you, Bobbi Jo?" Her eyes grew round and all she could do was nod. Lowering his lips he flicked out his tongue for his first taste. "Delicious," he sighed.
"Oh God," she groaned and shuddered as he began to lap at her folds, teasing them open, then ignoring them to suck on her throbbing clit. "Please, Clay. Oh God, so good. Been so long. Please, don’t you dare stop."
He worked her to a frenzy. As his tongue played in her core his hands roamed up over her now sweat glistened skin to pinch and torment her nipples. Her own hands weren’t idle as she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him where she wanted him. She began to buck against his mouth and he finally had to release her breasts so he could hold her hips in place.
"Oh God, Oh Clay, Oh yes." She didn’t scream though he thought she wanted to. She seemed to melt underneath him. She groaned as he lapped up her juices. She welcomed him into her arms as he collapsed next to her. When she finally calmed down, she rolled over to embrace him. "Mine turn," she whispered. "Tell me what makes you happy, Clayton Webb. Tell me what your Muffys and lady spies won’t do." She licked his ear. "I’ll do anything you want."
He couldn’t help it. The joke was on his lips even as he started to laugh. "Yeah, but will you iron my shirts?"
She rose up over him and glowered down in mock anger. "Anything but that!" Starting at his temples she began to touch him, lightly in some places, rougher in others. She placed soft nibbling bites along his chin and sucked until she left a mark on his collarbone. He groaned and arched up as she worried his nipples, first with her fingers, then with her teeth. Finally when she reached the thin trail of hair leading to his groin she settled herself between his legs. "I want to get comfortable. I may be awhile." He shuddered as she began by kissing the inside of his thighs. He braced himself on his elbows so he could watch her. Full lips seemed to poise before each kiss. When she blew across the head of his cock he had never felt anything so hot and good. He was fascinated by the way her tongue stroked across the tip. The look of utter wantonness as she took his first drop of pre-cum and savored it, made him buck. "Not so fast, Clayton," she said just before she engulfed him. She relaxed, taking him deep into her throat. Her tongue tormented the thick vein underneath his shaft and it was so good, he was nearly incoherent.
"Bobbi Jo. Please baby. You asked me what I wanted. I want to be inside you when I cum."
She released him with a pop and smiled evilly. "Which time?" Then went back to work on him.
"Oh God." He collapsed back on to the bed. "I don’t know what you’re used to but I’m just an ordinary man. I don’t have multiple orgasms. Come here, woman. I want to fuck you senseless."
She stilled her movements and then released him again. Arching up, she crawled up to him. "I like that. I’ve never had a man talk to me like that. Not one who cared about me." And again he thought he saw something flicker in her eyes. "Talk dirty to me, Clay."
He took her face in his hands and roughly kissed her. "I can taste myself on you. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever tasted. Ride me, Bobbi Jo. Sink that sweet cunt right down on my cock and ride me hard."
She shuddered and complied, but not quickly. No, she tortured him until he was begging her. But he didn’t try to force her. He just lay there and quietly cursed her. "You’re a tease Bobbi Jo. A sweet, nasty little tease and lord woman, what are you doing to me?" Not until she was seated so their pubic hairs mingled did he touch her. As she allowed herself to become accustomed to his size he stroked her hips. "You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen."
"Oh. You noticed yesterday?"
"You knew what you were doing to me? You’ll pay for that. You asked me what I want? I want to take you from behind while you’re bent over the back of your truck?"
"With an audience?"
"No, not with an audience. But maybe outside."
"Not this time of year…oh yes, harder. Pinch them harder, Clay."
He rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger as she began to slowly rise and fall on him. She covered his hands with hers and pressed them harder into her skin all the while pumping more and more furiously until he stiffened below her. "Now Bobbi Jo, come with me." She threw back her head and arched nearly backward but he caught her and held her as a mind-shattering orgasm overtook him.
Spasms still shook her even as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Oh wow," she finally managed. Then she giggled and sat up, his cock still inside her. Tossing her hair over her shoulders, she grinned down into his startled glance. "Wale hale, Mr. Fertilizer Salesman, I sure nuff am glad your old car broked down outside my farm and all. Ya’ll come again now, ya hear."
His roar of laughter caused him to fall from her but he held her tight and wondered how he was going to leave her when this whole thing was solved and done with.