Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 60

-Caleb-

I stroked Jacey’s hair gently in the morning hours before I had to go work for the devil incarnate.

She stirred then snuggled into me more and tried to go back to sleep.

“Baby,” I murmured, my hand moving down her back. “If we want to be together before I go to work, we have to start now.”

Jacey grumbled and popped her head up off my shoulder. Her face was scrunched and adorable, so I kissed her nose.

“I love you,” I said.

“Mmm, love you, too,” she yawned.

I tickled the small of her back, and she giggled.

“It’s not fair how much of a morning person you are,” she sighed.

“It’s not fair how beautiful you are in the morning, so I guess we’re even,” I replied.

Jacey scrunched up her nose again. “You, mister, are just trying to get laid.”

“You know it,” I grinned.

“You’re incorrigible,” she accused me.

“Absolutely and completely,” I agreed. “So, are you going to hop aboard?” I stroked my length suggestively, showing her I was all warmed up and ready.

She rolled her eyes. “Work, work, work.” Then she smiled at me, and it was like sunshine in my soul.

“Honestly, are you ready, or should we—?” I began.

Jacey straddled me and easily slid down onto my cock, making us both groan.

“Fuck,” I grunted, putting my hands on her hips.

“Working on it,” she teased in reply.

I growled, and together we got her riding me in a way that made us both happy. It was all I could do not to cum first.

“Baby, I’m close,” I wheezed, thumbing her clit hard and fast.

She threw back her head and cried out, squeezing around my dick.

I came hard, giving her everything my balls had accumulated overnight.

Jacey dropped forward onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, still twitching inside her.

“Do you really have to go to work today?” she asked, hugging me.

“Mm-hmm,” I responded. “You never know. Masterson might need me to have a small village wiped out so he can pillage a rainforest somewhere.”

“Asshole,” she sniffed, hugging me more tightly.

“That he is.” I let myself lie in the carefree bliss of Jacey’s warmth for a while, then I sighed and started to get up.

She made a sound of protest. “Stay.”

“I’ll be back later. Keep some pizza rolls warm for me.” I rolled her underneath me and gently pulled out, then fingered her. “Or better yet, this. You can keep this warm for me.”

“You need to eat,” Jacey admonished me.

“I liked my dinner last night. Tasty.” I licked my lips.

“I mean real food,” she huffed.

I shrugged. “We’ll see what we’re in the mood for when I get home.”

We both made a face. Starting to think of this apartment as home was disturbing on so many levels.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” I said, rapidly glossing over my last statement. I pulled my fingers out of her and went to get dressed.

“Okay.” Jacey got up and helped me pick out a tie.

After I was dressed, we kissed again by the front door, and my two guards escorted me away.

I decided I’d better keep an eye out in case Darren tried to contact us again in some unexpected way.

The car ride to the office was uneventful. I paused by the entrance, half wondering if Darren would be there again, inviting me to coffee.

But the only people who were watching for me were my guards.

“Got something in your teeth?” one asked as I paused by the glass doors into the building.

“No, sorry. Daydreaming,” I replied, shaking myself.

The guards both snickered. “Man, if my woman gave me sex like that, I’d be daydreaming all the time,” the second one said.

I scowled at him but didn’t comment. I took the elevator to the executive floor and reported to my desk, as usual.

Masterson came out of his office to torment me. “I think there’s a village in Brazil that needs clearing before we can pillage their resources,” he chuckled to me.

Doubtless he’d been listening to our conversation last night. I hadn’t meant to give him ideas. “Can we not? I mean, doesn’t your legitimate business make enough money?” I asked in a low tone.

“There’s never enough money, Caleb,” Masterson said.

“I feel sad for you, then,” I responded.

Masterson’s expression turned sour. “Don’t you dare pity me, boy.”

“It’s not exactly something I have control over,” I said.

“Just fucking do your job,” Masterson growled. He shoved a sheaf of papers at me.

I went to my desk and sat down, shaking my head. Masterson was a real piece of work. I opened my desk to get my staple remover when I heard a crackle.

Confused, I felt under the drawer and came up with a Post-It note.

‘We are watching,’ it said.

I didn’t know if this was a threat from Masterson or a note of comfort from Darren. Which meant I didn’t know whether to be relieved or intimidated. Either way, I wanted to get rid of it, so I scribbled the words away with a pen and dropped the note in my trash.

The rest of my day was spent talking to a mercenary group for hire about ‘cleansing’ a village of about a hundred people from the Amazon Rainforest so that Masterson could send in his team to go divest the land of its protected trees. It was a protected tribe of indigenous people with few left in the world, and I was arranging to mow down half of those who were left.

Instead of eating lunch, I threw up in the bathroom.

“How’s it going in there?” one of my guards chuckled. They were enjoying the hell out of my torment.

“Fine,” I urped. Then I dry heaved.

I heard a tapping sound and looked up to see a vent. Sticking out of it was one of those cameras that were popular in action movies-a long, black snake thing.

“Seriously?” I grumbled.

There was a crackle, then the speaker over my head stopped playing soothing elevator music. “We’re coming soon,” I heard a soft whisper.

Then the music returned. I almost thought I’d hallucinated in my food-deprived state. But I held on to the idea I hadn’t hallucinated, and Darren really was coming. That knowledge got me out of the bathroom and back into the office.

“Eat something that didn’t agree with you?” Masterson asked sweetly.

“I guess so,” I replied with nearly as much cheer. Someday, I was going to nail this fucker’s ass to the wall. Jacey and me both.

Masterson’s eyes narrowed, but luckily he decided I was just messing with him and went back into his office.

I went back to tracking people in shipping containers and asking underage sex trafficking rings for their expense reports.

The day dragged on and on. More than anything, I wanted to give Masterson the finger and leave, confident that Darren would be there to scoop me up. But I didn’t know any of that for sure, so I did what I supposed Darren wanted me to do. I sat tight.

“You’re just a busy bee,” Lacy said toward the end of the day when she came out of Masterson’s office, buttoning her shirt. “I’ve never seen you this focused!”

I grimaced. “Yes, well, someone’s gotta do it.”

“True. Hey, you, Jacey, and I should go out for drinks,” Lacy suggested.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “I don’t know how that would work. And Jacey’s not old enough to drink.”

“Oh. Wow, you do like them young,” Lacy grinned.

“I’m twenty-three,” I reminded her.

“Lord, you’re just barely old enough to drink yourself. All right, we’ll have to do dinner or coffee or something. I miss her,” Lacy said. “She was fun to work with.”

It boggled my mind how Lacy just rolled with everything. Like this was a normal workplace, and Masterson hadn’t tried to rape my girlfriend. “Yeah, I’m sure she was,” I responded, bemused.

“Anyway, I should get back to reception. I’ll catch you later!” Lacy smiled and wandered off.

I stared after her, trying to think of what could have possessed her to be so bubbly when it was obvious I was there against my will.

When I returned to my desk, there was a nondescript envelope on it. My stomach tightened, and I sat down and quickly opened it, trying to be discreet.

‘Parking Garage,’ was all it said.

I hoped whoever it was meant they’d be doing whatever they were planning once I got there at the end of the day because there was no way I could sneak there now.

The whole rest of the day was a blur. I worried about how they were going to get Jacey out. I wondered what would happen if they got me and not her. A thousand catastrophic scenarios swirled in my mind.

When it was finally time to go back to the apartment, my two guards flanked me and brought me to the elevators. My stomach knotted painfully while we descended to the garage level.

“Just be glad the boss didn’t want you catching a cold in the rain. Otherwise, we’d be doing a pick-up outside,” one of my guards grunted.

“I kind of figured,” I managed.

The elevator stopped.

“Get down,” my other guard said to me.

I was confused for the heartbeat it took for the first guard to turn to the second. “What?” he said.

The second guard took out a gun, and I hit the floor.

When the elevator doors opened, Darren was there with five other agents.

“You coming with us?” the second guard asked the first in a bored tone.

“Not on your life,” the first guard snorted.

“Pity.” The second guard smacked the first across the back of the head, downing him.

“Let’s go, Caleb,” Darren said.

I got up and took Darren’s hand. He and the other agents rushed me into an SUV that came tearing up.

Jacey was not inside.

“Darren, where’s Jacey?” I asked worriedly.

“She’s meeting us at our next destination. Okay, Travis, go, go, GO!” Darren said.

I just managed to get my seatbelt on before we went careening through the parking garage. Travis held a gun on the parking attendant when we reached the exit. “This the hill you want to die on?” he asked.

The attendant prudently let us out.

Four other black SUVs of the exact same make and model met us on the street.

“Clothes,” Darren said. “You never know where they might have put a tracker.”

I stripped as quickly as I had in my life, and Darren dropped everything out the window before handing me a tracksuit.

The other SUVs kept pace with us, despite the flying clothes. We moved as a unit for a while then branched off in five different directions.

“Let him try and figure that one out,” Darren crowed.

“Is Jacey in one of those?” I asked.

“No. There’s a different plan to get her. It was a simultaneous thing, though, so she should be arriving at our destination at the same time we do,” Darren said.

“Should be?” I echoed.

Darren sighed. “I can’t predict everything, Caleb. All we can do is try our best.”

I sat back with a swallow. There was nothing I could do now but pray.