Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 80: Musical Safehouses

-Jacey-

I didn’t know they still had payphones lurking around Minnesota, but, much to my surprise, Hansen stopped the new convoy from the airport to make a quick call at a gas station on one.

“I thought maybe you’d do a burner phone spy thing?” I said to Bea as Hansen was checking in.

“This is better,” she informed me. “A burner phone can still be traced, and if we use it while we’re around you, then they can triangulate our location. This way, Hansen just drives minutes or hours away to a random payphone, and no one knows where we’re keeping you.”

“So, he’s checking in with your superiors?” Caleb asked.

Bea’s lips quirked up into a smirk. “Fortunately, there are very few people who are ‘superior’ to Hansen. But yes, the uppity ups need an update every once in a while. At least to know you’re alive. And it’s also their opportunity to update us on trial dates and such.”

“Sounds very efficient,” Caleb said.

“I hope that’s not sarcasm. I know it’s not exactly as immediate as a cell phone would be, but it’s safe. For the most part,” Bea responded.

“I wasn’t being sarcastic,” Caleb defended himself.

Hansen returned to the SUV then and groaned as he slid into the driver’s seat. “I’m getting too old for field work.”

“Oh, you know you love it,” Bea grinned.

Hansen grunted, but there was a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“I suppose the desk job must get pretty boring after a while,” Caleb said.

Hansen arched an eyebrow in the rearview mirror. “About as boring as working for Masterson, I suppose. Except I get to bust the bastards who traffic in human beings rather than just listen to them mow down a shipment of them over the phone.”

Caleb paled, and I squeezed his hand as we left the gas station and got on the road once more.

“Is that what really happened?” I whispered when he didn’t comment on the subject. He’d completely clammed up.

“Yes.” But that was all he would say.

“Oh, love.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and crawled into his lap, wrapping my arms around him.

Caleb frowned, though his eyes were still haunted. “Jacey, this isn’t safe. You should sit back down and buckle up.”

“Like we’re ever safe,” I scoffed and just hugged him tighter.

He sighed and buried his face in my chest.

“I love you.” I kissed him on top of his head. “You’re a good man, Caleb.”

“Not so sure about that, but I’m trying to be,” came his muffled voice from my cleavage.

“See this,” Hansen said quietly, perhaps thinking we couldn’t hear while we were in our own little world, “is why this is going to work. There’s two of them supporting each other.”

“I completely agree,” Bea replied. “It won’t be like last time.”

Caleb and I both looked up. “Last time?”

Hansen and Bea looked at each other. Then Hansen gave Bea the slightest of nods.

She turned to us. “We had a witness against the sheik two years ago. He… killed himself after a year. He just couldn’t handle it.”

My throat went dry, but Caleb wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly. “Nobody’s killing themselves. Those bastards are going to trial, then jail, then hell, in that order,” he declared.

“Right now, we can only focus on Masterson. We don’t have jurisdiction over the sheik, though, no doubt, you will be called upon to be witnesses against him as well. The CIA is salivating over you. But we get you first,” Hansen said.

“I feel like steak,” I muttered.

“Ditto,” Caleb agreed.

“I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the way things are for now, unfortunately,” Bea informed us.

I hugged Caleb tightly and both of us remained silent for the rest of the trip.

The convoy left us at a hotel in the heart of Minneapolis. I felt as though I was the president arriving with all the fanfare that went along with getting us into the hotel. FBI agents, complete with earpieces and suits, surrounded us as soon as Hansen opened the car door for us. Eerily absent, however, were press or paparazzi trying to take our pictures. In fact, I noted a passerby raise his iPhone to take our picture, only to be mugged by the FBI.

Two agents removed their jackets and put them over our heads, shielding us from view. I concentrated on not tripping over sidewalk cracks, stairs, or carpeting. We went through a revolving door and into the lobby, as far as I could tell from the changes in the flooring, and then were hustled into an elevator.

“So… that was going to keep us safe? Parading us out like celebrities?” Caleb asked once Bea, Hansen, he, and I were in the elevator with just four other FBI agents surrounding us.

“We’re only staying here a night. And it was a bit of pomp and circumstance the higher-ups wanted. They want Masterson to know you’re back and still willing to testify,” Hansen sighed.

“We have had people break in through windows to get at us before. I think you guys did it at least twice,” Caleb pointed out.

“That’s why we’re going to the twenty-ninth floor,” Bea said.

Sure enough, the doors opened on the twenty-ninth floor, and we went, en masse, to a suite where FBI agents were already holding the doors open.

Inside, more agents surrounded the perimeter of the suite, even though we were twenty-nine floors up.

Caleb started for a window, but one of the agents standing next to the windows held up his hand. “We’ve got snipers, kid, but likely, so do they,” he said.

That stopped me from moving any closer to the windows. I grabbed Caleb’s wrist and pulled him back by me.

“You might want to take that shower now,” Hansen suggested. “I’m going to brief our team.”

“I thought it was just going to be you and Bea?” I asked, looking around at all the suits.

“After today, for the most part, it will be. But, the higher-ups wanted to give one big show of force to put Masterson on the defensive while we finish building a case against him,” Hansen sighed. “So, welcome to The Foshay Hotel, I guess.”

“All right.” Caleb put an arm around my shoulders. “Where’s our bathroom?”

Hansen looked expectantly at the person who appeared to be the FBI agent in charge of our little show of force.

“That way,” the agent said, pointing through a set of double doors. “That’s your part of the suite. We ask that you don’t leave it and keep the curtains drawn at all times. Do not look out the windows. This suite is specially equipped with bulletproof glass, but we don’t need to tempt fate.”

“Yessir,” Caleb and I agreed together. Caleb steered me into the bedroom, past agents who looked as though they were still wanding the place for bugs, and into the large en suite bathroom with a large jacuzzi tub and a zero-entry multi-faucet shower.

Caleb stared down an agent who was checking the soaps until the man finally sighed and left the bathroom. Then, Caleb closed and locked the door.

I turned into his arms and leaned my forehead on his chest. “This is all getting so out of control.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He tilted my chin up to kiss me. “Let’s just enjoy this place while we’re here and try to go with the flow. We’ve got each other. Like Bea said, we’re going to be okay.”

“They make it sound like this is going to keep going on for years and years,” I all but wailed. I hadn’t meant to, really, but it was all getting ridiculous. “I mean, are we ever going to have our lives back?!”

He kissed me again, this time more deeply, anchoring me to him by a hand at the back of my neck. “I can’t promise you anything more than they can,” he whispered against my lips. “Except that I love you, and I will always love you. If we can be together these next few years, or however long it takes, that’s what matters the most.”

I melted into him, my body plastering itself to his as he said the words. Really, what did it matter as long as we were together? “I love you, too,” I said, my eyes stinging. “Sorry, I was having a moment.”

“You know I understand. And I’ll probably have a few of those myself.” Caleb nuzzled my neck. “Let’s have a bath, all right, baby?”

I nodded and raised my arms so he could take my shirt off. Pressed to him as I was, I could feel his hardness even through his jeans.

The two days we’d gone without showering made me feel absolutely filthy, but he didn’t seem to care. He backed me to the bathtub and leaned over until I was balancing on the edge, just so he could get the warm water going. He activated the waterfall feature, and, while the tub filled, we got a bit lost in kisses and caresses. By the time the tub was full enough to get in and turn the jets on, we were both naked and desperate.

He got into the tub and pulled me in after him, right down onto his cock. His warm, wet length filled me to the brim as I braced a knee on either side of his hips, gasping as he cupped my ass and pushed his hips up, filling me almost past capacity.

“Caleb,” I whimpered. “It’s too deep.”

He raised a cheeky eyebrow at me and rolled his hips.

I threw back my head and groaned at the tingle of fireworks that elicited from the apex of my thighs.

“Shh,” he murmured, a wet thumb circling my nipple as he kept tormenting my insides with his big dick. “You don’t want the whole FBI team to know what we’re doing, do you?”

Of course, he followed this up with another rocking motion of his hips and lightly biting my peaked nipple.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle a moan.

“That’s my girl.” He kept fucking me slow and deep, and all I could do was bite my palm and grip his shoulder with my other hand. Caleb knew my body better than I did. He knew what I could take.

I was going to get him back later with some torment of my own, but after the FBI left. I didn’t trust myself to keep quiet, and I doubted Caleb would have that capacity, either. Not once I was sucking on his balls.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked breathlessly.

I had the choice between answering him or keeping my teeth safely stuck in the palm of my hand. I decided to risk it. “I-I was thinking about-about sucking your balls,” I gasped. “To-to get you back.”

“Tease.” He grinned at me, his eyes hooded with desire as he worked my body up and down his shaft.

“It’s… only teasing… if you don’t mean to do it,” I said.

Caleb inclined his head thoughtfully. “That’s true. I think we’re both good at delivering on our promises.” His thumb rubbed against my clit. “Don’t you think?”

Taking my hand away had been a mistake. I gave a long, loud yowl of pleasure as I came around him.

A low bellow and the rush of his seed came from Caleb less than a second later. “Can’t have the FBI thinking you don’t satisfy your man,” he panted after his cock gave one final twitch.

“Well, I’m pretty sure we’ve convinced them we both please each other just fine,” I replied with a blush.

“Mhm.” He absently ran his wet fingertip back and forth over my collarbone as we both came down. Then he said, “Now, I seem to remember you saying something about sucking my balls?”