Page 72 of Brother In Arms

Chapter 25

Rush

We got the call about three hours later that Trig and Reave had located the dude watching the farm and had taken him to Point Nowhere. It was a bummer finding out it was an inside man. An even bigger bummer to find out it was Jorge.

I should have seen that one, honestly. The dude was a little too eager to step up when Renaldo had gone down for the count. Reave and Trig were gonna sit on him. See what they could do to get Jorge on board with our way of thinkin’ and flip him. Either way, Jorge was going to help us by feeding the fuckwits what we wanted while we moved shit around.

There wasn’t any telling if any of the other guys were on the douche’s payroll, so we had to wait until everyone had gone home to do anything. I’d taken on the responsibility of sleeping in the stables that night so no one had a reason to be around. It was a responsibility everyone had been keen on skipping out on in favor of a good night’s sleep, so that worked out well.

It was both a blessing and a surprise when Marion Cranston’s crew showed up at around eleven o’clock at night to help get things moved out. We worked all night, too. Right up ‘til dawn, and had no trouble at all, even when it came to Starry Eyed Dreamer, the super pregnant mare. It was a hell of a thing, moving all that horseflesh in one night. An even bigger thing that even as we were moving the thoroughbreds out, we had lesser bred but similar in appearance horse stock coming in to replace the five or so client horses we were boarding. We were fortunate that it was the time of year that it was and that anything that was racing was either on the circuit or with their owners. It wasn’t the right time of year for active breeding, which was a bonus.

Trig and Reave were calling in with regular updates on their progress on the burner. Jorge was swearing up and down that there wasn’t anyone else at the farm that was feeding information to the Giangiulio Development Group, the GDG for short, but we weren’t going to take any chances on this end.

Add to that, for once, we were actually working with the cops. Well, Bailey’s mom was. She went in with a pile of paperwork to the local sheriff’s department and demanded to speak with detectives. She brought a thumb drive with everything her ‘private investigator’ had uncovered to boot. She and Data had signed and backdated a bunch of contracts and paperwork so everything on that front was legit and above board. He had his PI’s license even though he didn’t much use it, and the backing of some big security firm that he worked for as a day job. Mostly as a ‘consultant’ read; hacker. Again, not all of what Data had dug up would stand up in court, but Bailey and her mom’s lawyers had it all and it was the lawyer’s job to make shit stick, not anyone else’s.

It’d been a long, long, day after that. Bailey and I couldn’t afford to sleep during the day and tip any of the guys coming in that we’d been up to anything. We’d managed to get through the day with Bailey runnin’ the show and the excuse that Jorge was out sick with some kind of summer cold. It hadn’t been pretty, but we powered through on coffee and I think even a prayer or two.

Finally, fuckin’ finally, the last of ‘em left. Now it was just us and the quiet of an empty house.

“I’m ordering a pizza,” Bailey said and I nodded, kicking back in a chair at the dining room table. She stared at me for a long minute and it took me forever to fuckin’ realize it wasn’t me she was staring at with that vacant look, but rather the place I was sitting at.

“Call for the pizza, baby.” I told her and she snapped out of whatever waking nightmare she’d been in.

“Then what?” she asked suspicious.

“Then I’m going to lay you on this tabletop and lick that sweet pussy. I wanna see if I can make you come in thirty minutes or less.”

She scoffed and laughed, her amused and incredulous expression melting away to total disbelief. “You’re serious,” she said finally and I nodded. “Why?”

“Replace the bad with the good,” I gave a shrug. “At least I’d like to try anyways.”

She came over to me then and straddled my lap, lowering herself into it. She pressed her mouth to mine and the kiss was everything and nothing I’d ever experienced before. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, tongues mingling, bodies pressed tight. She broke the kiss and I smiled, amused and said, “Call for that pizza then get your fuckin’ pants off.”

“Sausage and pepperoni okay?” she asked breathlessly.

“Don’t fuckin’ care,” I whispered.

She stood up and tucked the phone between her chin and shoulder pulling off her boots while it rang. She fuckin’ strip teased the entire time she was ordering, all the while her voice innocent and her wide brown eyes full of mischief. As soon as she hung up the damn phone, I snatched her off her feet. She squealed, laughing and I set her on the edge of the table, nudging the dining room chair out of the way. I knelt between her legs, shoulders bracing her knees apart. Her chest rose and fell with heated breaths as I licked her, one long slow stroke of the flat of my tongue.

“Oh, god!” her voice deep with desire, she arched and I teased her opening with my fingertips. Oh yeah, she was wet, ready, this was going to be a snap. I wondered if I could make her come twice before the pizza guy got here and thrust two fingers inside her. She groaned, her hands sliding over her body, smoothing over the fabric encasing her torso provocatively.

I teased around inside of her, looking for that secret spot that if you were a dude and had half a fuckin’ brain when it came to sex, wasn’t a secret at all. She moaned, her hips arching when I found it and I couldn’t help but smile. I worked her up, stroking over that slightly more textured patch of skin just inside and on her roof. She sighed, and gripped the front of her blouse, knotting her fingers in the cotton.

I teased gently at her clit with my tongue and she let out a rush of breath and a soft, “Holy shit!” Which meant I was doin’ something right, so I kept at it. Her breathing steadily ramping up and becoming more labored, her pussy tensing down around my fingers, a sure sign I was definitely going to beat the delivery time and I was definitely going for doing it twice.

She arched and cried out sharply, her body going as taut as one of Archer’s bowstrings and I smiled, backing off so she didn’t clamp her legs around my head and suffocate me. Don’t laugh, it’s happened, usually with alcohol involved. Bailey finally went limp, spent and panting on the table.

“Oh, my god!” she gasped and I chuckled.

“Ride ain’t over yet, baby.”

“What?”

I didn’t answer, I just went back to work.

Her body arched, and she let out a long, low cry of passion just as the doorbell rang. I win, I thought to myself as I got up, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. I opened the door to a wide eyed pizza delivery kid, took the box and handed him a fifty out of my wallet. All the while he tried to peek around the door that kept my woman hidden. I smiled and said, “Thanks kid,” and shut the door on his curious face.

Bailey lay breathing hard, sprawled on the table, eyes slightly unfocused and glazed, staring at the ceiling. I smiled and dropped the box at the head of the table and went around to the side, leaning over her.

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