15. Q
Q
There was nothing better than watching my girl come undone.
It was that thought that had me waking her up at the crack of dawn.
I’d planned on letting her sleep late, but after seeing how beautiful she looked lying in my bed, there was no way I could resist having her.
Jules was close, and after just a few more moments, her body grew rigid with her release.
Seeing that satisfied look on her face made it impossible to wait a moment longer.
I had to be inside her. I reached into the drawer beside the bed for a condom, and as I began to rip it open, she took it from my hand. “Wait.“
A mischievous look crossed her face as she bit her lip and slowly positioned herself at my hips. Her greedy eyes fixed on my throbbing cock as her fingers wrapped around me. The moment her tongue swirled around the head, I was lost.
“Damn, woman,” I groaned. “You’re killing me.”
Her lips curled into a smile as she started slowly moving her hand up and down my hard shaft, gradually tightening her fingers around me. My hands dropped to her head, tangling in her long hair, as she opened her mouth wider, taking me deep. Her mouth felt so fucking good around my cock.
Too good.
After just a few flicks of her tongue, I was close to the edge and growing closer by the second. I was already struggling when she quickened her pace, and I nearly lost it. Her warm, wet mouth was driving me wild, but I wanted more.
I slipped my hands under her arms, pulled her forward, then quickly rolled us over. Looking down at her beautiful yet confused face, I growled, “Your mouth is incredible, but I need to be inside you. Now.”
Jules didn’t protest.
She wanted my cock just as much as I wanted to give it to her.
And I gave it to her. Hell, I gave it to her for half the morning—much longer than I’d intended.
Guardrail wanted us to finish up the flooring on the coffee shop, so we could move on to the final reno on Monday.
There was a lot that still needed to be finished, but he knew we were more than capable of getting it done.
But that meant us all being there on time and ready to work—which I wasn’t. When I finally rolled into the parking lot, it was after eight, and most of the guys were already inside working. Knowing I was already on the shitlist, I didn’t waste any time grabbing my stuff and heading inside.
I’d barely stepped through the door when I heard Rooster tease, “Well, there she is. Our little sleeping beauty has finally arrived.”
“Don’t start with me, brother.”
“Oh, and she’s grumpy, too.”
“Late night.” I dropped my stuff as I told him, “You know how it can be when your mom gets all needy and shit. No way you can tell her no.”
“Damn,” Torch snickered. “He got you there, brother.”
“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until I tell Jules you’re fucking around with my mom.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
Guardrail looked none too pleased as he growled, “You two done fucking around, or should I pull up a chair?”
“We’re done.” I took a quick look around, and just as I expected, the guys were already making headway. “Where do you need me?”
“Just get in here and help me and Wrath finish up the hardwood in the office.”
“You got it.”
I stepped past Rooster and Torch, then followed Guardrail down the hall to the main office.
I was pleased to see that things were really coming along.
We’d torn down a couple of walls, painted, and installed new crown molding and trim.
Guardrail wanted a more modern look for the place, so we also put in new light fixtures and doors.
We’d busted our asses, but it was paying off.
The place looked incredible, and I had no doubt the city council would be pleased with the work we’d done. Things were going well. They would’ve been going even better if we’d been able to figure out who’d tried to fuck with our security system.
It was a first for us. We’d had people come after us before, many times, but typically, we knew from the start who was making a play against us.
And if we didn’t, it never took us long to find out.
It was understandable that the brothers were frustrated.
Hell, I was too, which was why I’d turned to Guardrail and asked, “Any word from Wyatt or Big on the coding thing?”
“Nothing new.” I started helping him piece together the wood planks as he told me, “They did what they could, but they still haven’t had any luck.”
“Maybe it was nothing. I mean, damn. It’s been three weeks,” Wrath fussed. “And there’s been no sign of trouble. Not so much as a tail. Maybe the code thing was just some update or some bullshit like that.”
“I’m pretty sure Big would know if it was just some stupid update.”
“Q’s right.” Guardrail walked over and inspected the drywall we’d just put up. “There’s no way Big or Wyatt would get tripped up by some fucking computer update.”
“Then, why haven’t they found these assholes yet?”
“Can’t answer that,” Guardrail replied, sounding frustrated. “But if anyone can track these guys down, it’s them.”
“He’s right,” I tried to reassure Wrath. “They’ll find ‘em, and if they don’t, we will.”
He nodded, then we all turned our focus back to the job at hand.
We kept at it for hours, and by the time we were done, the office looked pretty damn good.
We were wrapping up some of the trim work when Hayes stuck his head through the office door.
Like me, he was late to the party, so I was expecting him to give Guardrail some elaborate excuse.
Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Hey, Q. Have you talked to Jules?”
“Not since this morning. Why?”
“Some guy came out to the orchard this morning.” Hayes sounded apprehensive as he continued, “He ah... He was asking all these questions about her."
I felt my throat tighten as I asked, "What guy?"
"No idea. Never seen him before." Hayes winced as he told me, “But he said he was her husband. Is that right? Is she married?”
“I can’t believe that asshole actually came here.”
“So, she’s married?”
“It’s complicated.” Fearing he might do something stupid, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jules’s number. “He’s got no business coming here.”
“So, why do you think he came?”
“I’d say he’s probably not happy about gettin’ served.” Jules didn’t answer, so I dialed her number again. “What kind of questions was he asking?”
“Stuff like where did she live and who she lived with. Wanted to know how long she’d been out at the orchard. Shit like that.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Nah. I knew better than that.”
“Good.” When Jules still didn’t answer, I sent her a text to call me, then grumbled, “Fuck. Where the hell is she?”
“I bet she’s already over at Danver’s for her lunch shift.” Hayes glanced down at his watch. “You know how she’s always early.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I gotta get over there.”
Jules had started picking up some shifts at Danver’s when the orchard slowed down and seemed to really enjoy it.
Hayes was probably right, but until I laid eyes on her, my mind wouldn’t be put at ease.
I stormed out of the office and down the hall.
When Rooster saw me charging for the front door, he jumped to his feet and asked, “Whoa! Where’s the fire? ”
“No time to explain.”
Rooster was quick on his feet as he followed me out the front door. “Hold on! I’m coming with you!”
He raced over and got in the truck next to me, then buckled up as I whipped out of the parking lot and started toward Danver’s.
On the way over, I told him about the situation with Jules and her shit-head ex and how MJ had been helping Jules file for divorce.
By the time I was done telling him everything, Rooster was just as concerned as I was about what he might do to Jules.
“You really think this guy’s come here to hurt her?”
“I got no idea why he’s come.” I shrugged. “It’s been three years. It could be that he’s moved on and is ready to sign the papers, but my gut is telling me that isn’t the case.”
“Well, you don’t gotta worry. We won’t let anything...”
Before he could finish his thought, a black van came barreling up behind us and slammed into my rear bumper.
The impact wasn’t enough to deploy my airbags, but the rear of the truck swerved to the left, causing Rooster and me to jolt to the side.
Rooster whipped around to get a better look at who’d hit us as he shouted, “What the fuck?”
“They came outta nowhere.” The van didn’t immediately back off, so I had no doubt the hit hadn’t been an accident. “Looks like they’re trying to get our attention.”
“Well, they certainly got it.”
I pressed my foot against the accelerator as I asked him, “Can you get a good look at ‘em?”
“Nope.” Rooster leaned back for a better look. “They’re wearing fucking masks.”
“Ah, shit. It’s them.”
“Who?”
“The assholes who tried to fuck with our server.”
The van sped up and connected with my bumper once again, giving us another forceful nudge. I had no idea why, but these assholes were fucking determined to get us off the road.
And their plan was working.
The road to Danver’s was relatively straight and my Ford 150 was heavy duty, but with each hit, it was becoming harder and harder to keep from running into the ditch. “We’re gonna have to do something, or they’re gonna force us off the road.”
“Just try and keep her steady.” Rooster took his phone from his pocket as he said, “I’m gonna call Prez and let him know what’s going on.”
I nodded, then listened as Rooster said, “Hey, Prez. Me and Q are out on Pine Bluff headed toward Danver’s. We got ourselves a tail, and they’re working hard to run us off the road.”
There was a brief pause, then Rooster continued, “It’s an older black van, but I can’t tell much more than that. The windows are tinted, and the driver’s wearing a fucking mask. Can’t see shit.”
Rooster paused to listen once more, then said, “Better get here fast, Prez. Not sure how long we’ll be able to hold them off.”