Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 81

-Caleb-

Sleeping on the luxury bedding of The Foshay was like sleeping on a cloud. A cloud where I could cuddle with the woman I loved.

I watched Jacey dreaming happily on my chest in the early morning light that filtered through the curtains, not moving a muscle. I didn’t want to disturb her. She deserved rest where she could get it. We both did.

Her long, black hair tickled over my abs, and I resisted the urge to comb my fingers through it. She was just so damn beautiful.

The moment was broken when Bea pushed a coffee trolley into our room. “Rise and shine.”

Jacey stirred, and those brilliant green eyes looked up at me for a second, and, instantly, I wanted her. I just wanted to bury myself in all the love I saw there and cocoon it around me forever.

There were other places I wanted to bury myself, but Bea was there, and, apparently, we needed to be up and ready for the day. “We must be moving along soon,” I said, pushing the heel of my hand down Jacey’s back in a little morning massage.

Jacey arched like a cat into my touch, and I really, really wished Bea wasn’t there. Especially as Jacey’s breasts rubbed against my chest.

“Yeah, no time for that. Get some coffee, get dressed, and let’s go. They’re packing us up breakfast as we speak,” Bea replied.

“Roger that,” I sighed.

Jacey rubbed her cheek against my shoulder then kissed my neck. The woman was not playing fair!

“I really mean it. No nookie until we get to the next location,” Bea warned.

“Right, right.” I tilted Jacey’s chin up for a kiss, then let her go with a frustrated exhale.

She didn’t seem to be any happier about the situation as she wriggled off me and started to get out from under the blankets.

“Um… J—” I began.

I shouldn’t have bothered. She realized almost immediately that she was naked and Bea was still in the room.

We both looked expectantly at Bea. She held up a stern finger. “No nookie.”

“No nookie,” we repeated together.

Bea nodded and left the room.

Jacey looked down at the tent my dick had made of the bedding and gave a sigh. “Wasted opportunity.”

“We’ll have plenty more opportunities,” I promised her. Reluctantly, we both got out of bed and started pulling on clothes, though I didn’t think her struggle was quite as painful as mine as I forced my aroused self into boxers and a pair of jeans.

I poured coffee for both of us, even though Jacey made a face. “Coffee’s not really my thing,” she reminded me.

“We’re both going to need the caffeine,” I said but gave the concession of a large helping of cream and sugar in her coffee so that it was barely tan.

She sipped it and wrinkled her nose, but didn’t stop.

I drank my coffee completely black.

“I don’t know how you do that,” she grumbled, setting her cup down several minutes after I’d downed my own coffee.

“Practice,” I responded.

The door opened again, and Bea stuck her head in. “Are you ready?” she asked impatiently.

“Yes, we’re ready,” I said, taking Jacey’s hand and threading my fingers through hers.

“Good. Let’s go.” Bea led us out of our room and back into the main suite where it looked like there was a different group of FBI agents, but it was hard to tell because they were all still mostly unsmiling men in suits.

Most of the group peeled off from their stations and surrounded us again. They hustled us down to the lobby where there were more FBI agents clearing the way of guests so we could go out the front door.

“Still doing the song and dance?” I asked Hansen.

“That we are,” he grumbled back. “On the positive side of things, we won’t be doing this again until the trial date, I hope.”

“You intend to parade us out again for the trial? I thought the idea was for us not to get shot so we could testify,” I said.

“Politics, kid. You might get it someday. Though, considering you want to be a doctor, maybe you won’t be so involved in the politics of making government agencies look good to the taxpayers,” he explained. “Besides, nobody’s getting sho—”

Just as I’d feared, a shot rang out as soon as we walked out the doors of the Foshay Tower, striking the stone of the building with a loud crack.

Then my face was slammed into the pavement, FBI agents having tackled both Jacey and me to the ground.

Jacey turned her face to look at me, her eyes wide with fear. Her cheek was scratched and bleeding from the cement.

“It’s okay, baby,” I wheezed, the wind completely knocked out of me. I inched my hand out to grasp hers. “The FBI’s going to take care of i—”

Our hands were wrenched apart when we were both dragged back to our feet. We were carried more than marched into a large, black SUV by a swarm of FBI agents who all had their guns drawn. Including Bea and Hansen.

“Caleb?” Jacey asked uncertainly.

The glass on the passenger side back window of the SUV suddenly crackled, the glass spider-webbing from the impact of a bullet that had been stopped. I assumed the vehicle was armored or something, with bulletproof glass, because there were two more shots that just made chinks in the glass.

Still, I pushed Jacey to the floor and laid over the top of her, waiting for the madness to stop.

“Go, go, go!” Hansen snapped at Bea, who had worked her way into the driver’s seat. He pulled on his seatbelt and glanced back at us. “As soon as the shots stop, I want you in your seats and buckled up, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

It didn’t take long to understand his concern. Jacey and I were both thrown back and forth between the seats on the floor of the SUV as Bea drove. I figured she must be doing some kind of evasive maneuvers, but my stomach was not as on board with her driving tactics as my brain was. I dizzily got off Jacey once I was sure we were safe, then got her into her seat behind Hansen and buckled her in.

We took a hard corner before I had the chance to buckle my own seatbelt. I clung to it like a rope off the edge of a cliff, swinging back and forth as Bea maneuvered through downtown Minneapolis, navigating the complicated maze of one-way streets like a racer at the Grand Prix.

Once we got out of downtown, I was finally able to buckle myself in properly. I leaned my head back against the backrest and panted.

Jacey touched my cheek. “You’re bleeding,” she said.

I grimaced. “So are you.” I looked at Bea and Hansen. “So, was it worth all the pomp? Because I’m getting the feeling Masterson might have won that round. If the idea was to let us know not even the FBI can keep us safe.”

“You’re alive, aren’t you?” Hansen grunted. Then he shook his head and swore. “I told them. I told them and I told them.”

“Well, next time they’ll probably listen,” Bea said.

I ground my teeth and looked at my bleeding love. “If you’re just going to wave us around in front of Masterson’s snipers, I can tell you right now, I’m out. I’ll take Jacey, and we’ll take our chances. You all can go fuck yourselves.”

“It won’t happen again.” Hansen scowled at the dashboard. “I’m going to make sure of that.”

“Good. Then we have an understanding. You can tell your superiors to piss off,” I said, taking Jacey’s hand and holding it on the seat.

The car fell into a seething silence. Jacey broke it after a while. “Where are we going?”

“It’s best we don’t tell you,” Bea replied. “The less you know, the better.”

“We’ll only be staying at the next location for three days at the most, anyway,” Hansen said.

“And then another location?” Jacey asked.

Bea nodded. “And then another location.”

“We’re not setting down roots anywhere, are we,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

“Not until the trial is over. And even then, the CIA is asking for a piece of you after they’ve managed to nail the Sheik. So… I think I’d just start being ready to go at all times,” Bea replied with a sympathetic wince in the rearview mirror.

“I know it’s not ideal–” Hansen said.

“None of this is ideal,” I interrupted him. “Damn Masterson anyway! If it weren’t for him, I’d be in medical school right now, Jacey and I would be married, and we’d be in family housing at the university working on our two-and-a-half kids.”

“That sounds nice,” Jacey agreed. “When can we do that?”

Hansen looked back at us. “You’re both still very young. You’ve got plenty of time. Just consider this as a bit of a time-out to serve your country. Hell, serve the world.”

“It’s just… very frustrating, sir,” I gritted out.

“Yes.” But he didn’t say more than that.

We drove a few more hours then stopped at a Holiday Inn in a town I’d never heard of. I was pretty sure we were heading north. I thought maybe we’d passed Duluth and Grand Marais, but I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of was that I was tired. Not just physically tired but soul-deep-exhausted-of-the-whole-situation.

Jacey looked the way I felt, a tight, miserable expression on her face as we entered the hotel.

I slipped my arm around her and kissed her hair as we waited for key cards to be programmed.

“I’d try to convince you two to split up and bunk with Hansen and me, but I know it would be a futile exercise,” Bea said.

“You’d be right,” I replied.

She sighed and handed us our key cards. “We’ll be in the rooms on either side of yours. And here’s a couple of panic buttons. Keep them on or near you at all times. Got it?”

“Yes.” Jacey took one button, and I took the other. They were clearly meant to be worn, but I could only imagine Bea and Hansen rushing into the bedroom, guns drawn, because Jacey and I accidentally activated an alarm during a good, long, hard fuck.

And that was exactly what we were about to be doing, in my mind, anyway. I’d run it by Jacey, of course, but I thought she’d need the release as well.

“Bedside table?” Jacey whispered to me as Bea and Hansen flanked us and escorted us up to our rooms.

“You read my mind,” I responded.

Hansen and Bea didn’t leave us until we were securely in our room with the door closed and the safety latch in place. The room had two queen beds. But we’d only be using one.

“Baby, I want it hard and fast. How about you?” I asked, reaching out to pinch a nipple through her shirt.

She leaned into me and slid her hand into my pants, stroking my cock. “That sounds great. For round one.”

“Fuck me, I knew I loved you for a reason,” I groaned and kissed her.