Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 75

-Jacey-

The cabin was huge with triangle-shaped windows under the roof line extending to the wraparound deck.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“It’s nice. It belongs to a senator,” Max said. “They’re donating it to the joint task force so that we can nail Masterson, the sheik, and a few others. It’s all one big trafficking ring, and even when they’re competing with each other, they work with each other on occasion as well.”

“I suppose it’s good to have friends,” I muttered.

Max laughed. “No kidding. Ah, here’s Bea. She’s your new handler–for now. That’s all I know. Bea, how’s it going?”

“See? You at least know how to deliver a package,” the business-dressed blonde woman said.

“Brandon bring one in damaged again?” he sighed.

“If he’d been a pizza, we’d have lost the pepperoni in transit,” she lamented.

“Bummer.” Max gave me a little push. “This is Jacey. Even managed to stop Ibrahim from taking advantage before handing her over.”

Bea nodded. “That’s good. Brandon beat his.”

“Is Caleb already here?” I interrupted. “Did he get beat up?”

“He’s here. He’s mostly fine. I’m just complaining,” she said. “Come on in. I think he’s still watching one of those baking shows. You know, the ones where they make cakes that look like everyday objects?”

“I love that show!” Max exclaimed.

She frowned at him. “No, Max, you can’t stay in the big pretty lake home.”

He gave a fake pout. “Killjoy. Well, I’ll be seeing you around, Jacey! Take good care of each other!” He sauntered back to his car, drove past us to turn around by the large garage, then left with a wave.

I was so agitated I started shifting from foot to foot. “Can I go see Caleb now?”

“Sure. Front door’s unlocked,” Bea said.

I raced up the wooden stairs and pounded down the deck, making slap-slap sounds with my sandals on the wood, then burst through the door. “Caleb?” I called. “Caleb!”

Two men looked up from playing cards at the dining room table. “You must be Jacey,” one of them smiled.

“Forget it, Mike. She’s taken,” Bea snorted, coming in behind me. “Caleb! Get your butt out here!”

A door in a hallway off to the side that seemed to lead to the bedrooms opened up, and Caleb popped his very bruised head out. His lip was cut, and one eye was swollen shut. “Jacey?”

“Oh my God, Caleb,” I gasped. “What happened to your—”

Caleb ran to me and hugged me so hard it knocked the wind out of me. “I didn’t know you were coming. I was so scared. I thought you were hurt. I was worried you were dead!”

The one called Mike looked at Bea with a frown. “You didn’t tell him she was coming?”

“I thought Brandon had. Shit, I’m sorry,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. “I didn’t mean to leave you in the dark. No wonder you weren’t sleeping.”

“Caleb. Having trouble breathing here,” I wheezed.

He loosened his grip just fractionally, but it was enough. “Oh, baby, I missed you. I’m so sorry. Did… did anything happen to you?”

“No, I’m fine. I guess the deal with Ibrahim included him not molesting me, so, I’m just… fine. But you! Look what happened to you! Did Masterson do that?!” I asked.

“Via someone else’s fist, but yeah,” he replied. He kissed me, then, over and over and all over my face so I couldn’t get another word out.

“I think you two are gonna need your bedroom,” Mike said. “Like… right about now.”

Caleb finally let me go only to grab me by the wrist and drag me to what I assumed was our bedroom.

It wasn’t as though we were going to need separate ones, which he demonstrated by shoving down my jeans, tearing open my panties, pulling out his cock, and spearing me against the door.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

It was going to be rough, desperate sex, and I was just fine with that. I was desperate for him, too.

The door rattled on its hinges, leaving no doubt to those outside of what we were doing. We didn’t care. I gripped Caleb’s hair and tugged while he plunged his big cock into me over and over again, drilling me against the door.

We came together, his hot seed spilling into me just as I reached orgasm.

Then we just stayed like that, panting together.

I brushed a kiss over his swollen eye. “Are you really okay?” I asked him.

“Now I am,” he whispered, possessing my mouth with his tongue.

“Bed,” I moaned when I felt him hardening again.

He didn’t pull out. Instead, Caleb gripped my ass and carried me to the bed, laying us both down with a bounce that made his cock go deeper still.

My eyes rolled back in my head at the tingles that caused throughout my sensitized body.

“You like it when I go deep?” he murmured against my skin, kissing my neck from shoulder to ear.

“Yes,” I sighed, holding his head in my hands as he feasted on me like a starving man.

We’d been apart less than two days, and he was still determined to make up for lost time. I didn’t mind one bit.

Caleb and I made love for hours. The sun had begun to set in the sky when we finally calmed to just touches and soft kisses. I was going to be so sore in the morning, but still not nearly as sore as him. “I’m worried about all those bruises,” I said, playing my fingertips over his chest. “Won’t you hurt more tomorrow?”

“Worth it,” he replied, twisting strands of my hair around his index finger and then letting them fall in long curls.

I kissed the cut on his lip very gently. “I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“I’ll ask for a frozen steak or a bag of frozen peas or something tomorrow and hold it on the worst parts,” Caleb shrugged. “It is what it is, and I wouldn’t do anything differently.”

“I love you,” I said, cupping his cheek.

He took my palm and kissed it then kissed me on the lips. “I love you, too.”

We fell asleep that way, tangled up in each other, more hopeful about the future.

***

The next day, when we came out to breakfast, Mike and Ed were smirking.

“Hungry?” Mike teased.

Bea was holding a cup of what smelled like very strong coffee. Her sour expression told me she wasn’t a morning person. “You know your bedroom is right next to mine, right?” she complained.

My hand flew to my mouth, and I looked at Caleb. He’d woken me up after a few hours so we could have very loud sex in the middle of the night. “Sorry,” I winced.

“Mm-hmm.” She yawned. “Well, today is the hand-off to another set of handlers to get you to a new location. I don’t know where it is, but it’s been fun babysitting you.”

“Um… thanks?” I squeaked while Caleb wandered over and got a piece of toast. He buttered it and smeared on some strawberry jam, then handed it to me.

I was hungry, so I bit into it right away.

“They’ll be here in about half an hour. I told them you were both going to need clothes,” she continued. “Until then, you might as well eat and watch your baking show.”

Caleb piled a plate high with bacon and more toast for me. Someone had been thinking ahead, and there was more than enough food for everyone. This was a good thing as Caleb’s plate was even more mountainous than my own.

After breakfast, instead of watching the baking show, we played 500 with Mike and Ed. Bea took the opportunity to take a short nap.

Rather soon, there was a knock on the door.

Bea yawned and got up, letting in what looked to be the next handlers. “Welcome,” she said.

“Thanks for having us. This place looks great,” one of the new handlers said. “Really swanky.”

“It is,” Mike gushed. “There’s a sauna and everything!”

“Nice,” one of the other new handlers responded.

“I trust he doesn’t need a doctor?” the third handler, a woman, asked.

Bea looked at Caleb. “Nah. He was just slapped around a little. Nothing broken. Doesn’t seem to need stitches.”

“That’s good,” the woman said.

Caleb gave them a thumbs-up and slid his arm around my shoulders, kissing me on the temple. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

The woman laughed. “Well, aren’t you two cuter than a puddle of puppies.”