Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 48: Mission Impossible

-Caleb-

Instead of a motel, I actually rented a room in a hotel close to work. It was a little spendy, being in the heart of Minneapolis, but with what Masterson paid me in a sign-on bonus, I could afford it.

That meant we had a nice jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, which I sank into shortly after we arrived and soaked, letting the heat draw away the pain of my beat down from Masterson and Hank’s beating.

Added bonus? This time I did convince Jacey to sit on my cock. The pleasure of being inside her drove away most of the pain.

“Baby, you feel so good,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder. I freely played with her breasts while she rode me gently, moving up and down on my dick.

“You’re sure this doesn’t hurt too much?” Jacey asked worriedly.

“It’s fine, baby. Just keep going. Yeah, just like that,” I groaned. Pretty soon, I gripped Jacey’s hips and started slamming her down onto me, splashing water over the side of the tub and making our bodies slap together noisily.

“Caleb!” Jacey gasped. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Worth it,” I growled. I pinched her clit and sent her right over the edge. I followed right on the heels of her orgasm, cumming hard inside her.

When it was over, Jacey leaned forward, panting, gripping the sides of the tub. I pulled her back against me. Sure, it hurt, but I wanted her there, skin to skin.

“Caleb…” Jacey objected.

I kissed her protest away. “Shh. I’m okay.”

Jacey looked uncertain, but the way I swelled up again inside her and prepared for another go seemed to convince her.

This time, I bent her over the side of the tub and took her without mercy. Jacey screamed when she came, her whole body arching back into mine.

I squeezed her breasts as I came, which made Jacey let out the sweetest little squeak.

“Caleb,” Jacey panted, “we should go to bed. We still need to work tomorrow. Today.”

“Sure,” I replied innocently.

Once we were in bed, I had Jacey again. Twice. Then I fell asleep dick deep in her as God intended.

In the morning, I woke up to Jacey fluttering little kisses over my collarbone, neck, and cheeks. When I slitted my eyes open, she put my hand on her breast.

That was all the invitation I needed to take care of my morning wood. I rolled Jacey underneath me, and she spread her legs wide. I took her hard and fast, the sound of the alarm we set beeping about halfway through our sex.

I reached, trying to slap it while still thrusting inside Jacey. She giggled when I missed twice before finally turning the thing off.

“You think that’s funny?” I grinned at her.

Jacey nodded unrepentantly.

I kissed her nose and gave her an extra hard, sharp thrust.

Jacey gasped and nearly went cross-eyed as she gripped my shoulders and came.

“That’s my good girl,” I groaned as she milked me dry.

We laid there a moment, Jacey staring at the closet where our work clothes were hanging. “I don’t want to go in,” she said softly.

“I don’t either, baby,” I sighed. “But I’ve got a feeling he’ll come find us if we don’t, and at least at work, there’re other people around.”

“A lot of good that did us yesterday,” Jacey responded bitterly.

I kissed her frown. “Baby, I know you’re with me, right?”

Jacey looked up at me. “I am. Always.”

“Good. Now let’s go have shower sex and get ready for work,” I grinned.

Jacey giggled, and I pulled out so I could get out of bed and offer her my hand. Just as she took it, my burner phone rang.

I grabbed it and answered while Jacey bit her lip nervously. “Hello?” I said.

“Good news,” Darren replied. “Your terms are acceptable. Meet me at the diner after work today, and we’ll have you both sign the agreements. Then I can give you your assignments.”

“Sounds good.” I gave Jacey a thumb’s up. “Whenever he lets us go, we’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Darren said and hung up.

I went back to the bed and gave Jacey a hug. “It’s done. We just have to sign.”

“Good.” Jacey bit her lip. “We’re still making the right decision?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, my voice completely free of doubt. “I don’t see any other way out of this.”

Jacey nodded. “Okay. Then I guess we get to be spies.”

I chuckled and hummed a popular spy show theme.

Jacey swatted me. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” I tickled her.

Jacey laughed and wriggled. “All right! It’s a little funny.”

I kissed Jacey and lifted her in my arms, heading for the shower.

“Baby, we’re going to write our own future. Just wait and see,” I said.

***

Work was blessedly uneventful. Jacey and I went to lunch at the sandwich shop and continued to train on our jobs. We left at a decent hour. The only creepy part was that Mr. Masterson kept looking at me as though evaluating my fitness level for banging Jacey in his office.

I hammed up the wincing and low groans just to keep him off our backs. When five-thirty hit, I practically ran to Jacey.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said to her.

Jacey nodded emphatically, and we got on the elevator, holding our breath, hoping some meaty hand didn’t reach in and stop it.

Luckily, the doors closed without incident. Jacey sagged against me. “I don’t think this is doing anything good for our hearts,” she observed.

“We’ll both get EKGs when this is all over,” I responded.

We ran across the busy Minneapolis street to where my car was parked and jumped in. By five-forty, I was peeling out of the parking lot and out into the suburbs to Jake’s Diner.

Darren was waiting in the same booth, along with someone in a three-piece suit. Jacey and I slid into the booth across from them.

“Welcome back,” Darren said. “This is state’s attorney Adam Jerod. He’s the one with the paperwork. I’m here to witness.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.

Adam snapped open a briefcase and laid a paperclipped stack of papers in front of each of us. “The initial and signature places are tabbed. But if you want to read the whole thing over, that’s fine by me.”

“Oh, I’m reading it over,” I told him. I put an arm around Jacey, and we read my copy together, flipping through Jacey’s to make sure hers was the same.

Darren was right. Everything I’d stipulated was in the agreements, plus more information about the kind of living stipends we’d get when we were in witness protection and things like that.

Jacey nodded at me after we read the last page, and Adam handed us each a pen.

In less than ten minutes, we’d signed our lives away.

“Good. Now that’s done, I’ll let Darren and you complete your business,” Adam said and slid out of the booth.

“Thanks, Adam,” Darren called absently as he left. “Let’s get something to eat. Then we can go over the details.”

I didn’t taste my burger and I don’t think Jacey did, either. But it was important to make sure we got the calories in, especially considering the active sex life Jacey and I had.

Darren leaned over the table when he finished his BLT and the dishes had been taken away. “I need evidence of Mr. Masterson’s wrongdoings.”

“I kind of figured,” I responded dryly.

Darren frowned at me, and I went silent. “We basically want to see where the money’s going. I don’t think you’re going to find any files with a neon flashing sign that says, ‘Look here, illegal logging!’ But if I could get a copy of his real financial records, our forensic accountants can take it from there.”

Jacey looked at me. “Well… I was actually sort of hoping there would be files about his illegal logging activities.”

“He won’t make it that easy.” Darren grimaced. “We’ve been trying to nail this scumbag for three years now. He doesn’t make anything easy.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered.

Darren’s eyes narrowed on me. “You’re pretty bruised up there, buddy.”

“You should see what’s under the clothes. I had to tell everyone at work I fell down some stairs,” I said.

“What really happened?” Darren asked.

“Masterson got angry because Jacey won’t have sex with him and decided to beat me down as a kind of punishment. Then Jacey’s dad walked in on us while we were making love and figured out that I’m screwing his daughter. He wasn’t really happy about it,” I replied.

Darren snorted. “Doesn’t look like he was.”

“Mr. Masterson said when Caleb’s feeling better, we have to have sex in his office in front of him or he’s… well, he threatened to kill us,” Jacey added.

Darren’s eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. “I knew he had a habit of screwing his female employees, but this is a new one.”

“He had us on camera when we were living at his house, before we knew what he was,” I explained. “I guess he liked what he saw.”

“That’s one sick bastard,” Darren said.

“Yeah. And we’d like to not be under his thumb anymore,” I responded.

Darren nodded. “Completely understandable. If this works out, you won’t have to see him again until he’s in court.”

“Wait, ‘if’ this works out?!” I protested.

Darren shrugged. “There are no guarantees in this business. Either way, if things get too hot, we’re getting you out.”

“You do know the last person who ‘got us out’ of anything was shot dead, right?” Jacey asked.

“Really.” Darren took out a notepad and began scribbling. “You witnessed it?”

“Yes. It was a Canadian detective,” I said.

Darren paused, then prompted, “You got a name?”

“Dick,” Jacey remembered, and I nodded my agreement. “His colleague who brought us to the states called him Dick.”

“Sounds like I need to liaise with the Canadians,” Darren said.

I laughed bitterly. “Oh man. If you think that’s something, wait until you hear the rest.” Then, between us, Jacey and I told Darren the whole story of our Canadian adventures.

Darren took copious notes, shaking his head in places. “You two are the luckiest bastards I have ever met.”

“I think I owe my continued existence to Jacey,” I replied honestly. “Girard had a soft spot for you.”

Jacey scoffed. “Girard and the men had a hard-on for me. I don’t know why.”

Darren looked up and looked Jacey up and down. “I do.”I bared my teeth at him, but Darren waved a hand. “Not making a move. Just stating facts.”

“So, now that we know what we’re supposed to be looking for, can we go now?” I asked.

“You’ve become much more valuable witnesses in the last thirty minutes,” Darren observed.

“Does that mean we can go into witness protection now?” I hoped.

Jacey grabbed my hand and squeezed, hopeful as well.

Darren sighed and shook his head. “You’re also primely placed. I also had a favor to ask you.”

“A favor?” I repeated. I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Do you think there’s any way you could get yourselves back in the Masterson mansion?” Darren asked.

Jacey’s jaw dropped.

I was pretty sure mine did the same thing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You said you were friends with his son,” Darren pointed out.

“Yeah. Was. He was watching Jacey and I have sex,” I said.

“It might kill two birds with one stone. He gets to see you fuck, so you don’t have to do it at the office. And you get access to more sensitive information,” Darren replied.

I ground my teeth. “You make a good point. You’d think you convinced people to do things they didn’t want to do for a living.”

Darren chuckled. “You’d think.”

Jacey bit her lip, then said, “I suppose we could try.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I suppose we could try.”