Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Grant
“I don’t know what came over me,” I whisper into Cara’s hair.
“I liked it.” Cara giggles.
“No one gets to see you naked again. No one but me.”
“I think you liked claiming me in front of Fred.”
“You make me feel crazed. Unhinged. A different version of myself that’s been dormant came out.”
“I like that I do that to you.”
She traces shapes absently into my chest with her fingertips.
We’re snuggled together at home on our shared bed. After we got back from Fred’s house, we fucked in the living room and then the kitchen before ending up in here, where I made her come two more times.
I felt like a madman watching Fred try to take advantage of my wife. I knew she could handle herself against a man like Fred, but my normally easygoing side went out the window when I saw his proximity to her.
If Cara hadn’t intervened in the hallway, I would have killed him and covered it up. Then again, when she reminded me that I couldn’t kill him while I made him watch me fuck her, I realized that we had to be Ace and Cara Weston, not Grant and Cara Sinclair.
What a fucking mess all of that was.
I really believe that Fred thinks I was just trying to get ahead and throw a party in his name as an excuse to impress Taby.
“Are we okay?” I ask.
“Yes. Well, you tell me?”
“Yes. I just don’t want that to become a habit.”
She nods her head against my chest in agreement.
“I love you, Cara. I would say fuck this whole mission if it were up to me. Run away and keep you safe.”
Cara sits up and rests her head in one of her hands and keeps the other on my chest.
“Grant. This is the job. We were able to get carried away because of the job. I don’t want to be with anyone but you. Did I find that incredibly hot? Yes, I did. And I know you did too.”
I let out a long sigh.
“I did.”
“Let it be one of many moments that will make up the story of us.”
I grab onto her hand resting on my chest.
“I like that.”
“Me too. Now we have to take care of our Fred problem.”
“I’ll make a call to Taby.”
“That’s good.”
I lean forward and place a kiss on Cara’s lips. It makes her smile, my favorite thing to do.
“I’ll be back,” I say.
She rolls over onto her side of the bed, and I get up to call Taby. Slipping on my boxers first, I go in search of my cell phone.
I find it on the nearby dresser and dial Taby’s assistant.
“Ace Weston calling. It’s important.”
“One moment,” she says from the other line.
I get put on hold before she says she’s transferring me.
“Ace? This better be important,” Taby says.
“It is.”
“What happened?”
“Fred. Fred Jones. He has home access to all your security systems.”
“And you have proof?”
“Pictures in case he makes it disappear.”
“Why would he do that?” she cautiously asks.
“It was a misunderstanding. Cara was in his house trying to figure out his interests. It was a poor idea for me to throw a party for him to get more time with you, Cordelia, and the rest of the crew.”
“Hmmm.”
“It resulted in me finding his security room and then him seeing us there.”
“Is this the truth?”
“It is.”
“Send the pictures.”
I pull the phone away from my head and send her the dozen or so photos that Cara had taken of the evidence. It takes a few minutes for them all to go through.
“Well, this is certainly a problem,” Taby says.
“Please let me know if I can be of assistance.”
“No need. Thank you for what you’ve done.”
She hangs up, and I wonder what that means.
“What did she say?” Cara asks.
“She asked for details and just said she would be handling it.”
Cara shifts on the bed as she sits up against the headboard.
“I think we need to get dressed and wait for activity at his house.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Cara and I both quickly get back into work mode as we move around the bedrooms.
Almost in sync, we each get dressed in our respective rooms and then start putting on our weapons. It takes less than five minutes.
“We should stay in the house. Downstairs, front window will be the best view,” she says.
“You don’t think we should get closer?”
Cara shakes her head as she leads us downstairs.
“No, I think Taby will be paying Fred a visit and then you.”
I hate that she’s right. Fred is going to lie through his teeth about our findings. He’ll probably even share the truth about how he found us. It’ll be up to Taby to decide who she believes.
It’s possible she’ll head this way to torture the truth out of me or, better yet, kill me on the spot. All scenarios are possible when it comes to this dangerous world.
Cara and I stay seated at the front of the house for hours. One of us will occasionally pace around the house or get a round of coffees, anything to help the time pass.
It feels as if we’re watching paint dry on a wall.
This is all part of a stakeout, but at least we’re in the comfort of our own fake home to do it. I’ve run into Cara in the past while we’ve both been stuffed inside dingy tunnels in the dirt, waiting for deals to be made.
“Remember that time in Michigan?”
Cara perks up.
“When we both discovered we were watching that serial killer who was only killing his patients?”
“Yeah, that time.”
Cara laughs as she runs a hand through her hair.
“I hate to admit it, but I am glad you were there. That guy gave me the ick.”
I chuckle at the memory.
“He was certainly one for the memory book.”
“What about the time we ran into each other at the governor’s gala three years ago?”
“Yes, the first time I saw you seduce another man.”
Cara gives me a pointed stare.
“Pot, meet kettle,” she counters.
I raise my hands in the air in pretend defense.
“Fair enough.”
We both walk back to the empty bench in front of the window we’ve been focused on.
“Hey, Grant?”
“Yeah, love?”
“We should probably talk about what happens after all this.”
I nod in agreement as I grip the edge of the bench. Cara takes notice and smirks.
“Or not, if it stresses you out,” she teases.
“What I know is that I’ve meant every word I’ve said to you.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t think we’ve really talked about this directly, but after we catch the Marlin, I’m out,” I confess.
Cara looks startled by my revelation.
“Do you mean that?”
“I do.”
A silence stretches as she takes it in.
“Would you want to leave California?”
“Not necessarily.”
Cara glances up at me, and I see the resolve in her gaze.
“But you were planning on it.”
“I was, partially.”
“Where to?”
I take her hand in mine.
“It doesn’t matter. A place isn’t a home if it doesn’t have you in it. I’ll stay in California forever if it means I get you.”
I kiss the back of her hand.
“Charleston,” she says knowingly.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“After this is done. Let’s talk about it.”
“Your family. Work. Your life, Cara, is in California. I know that.”
“Not necessarily. I mean…” she starts.
Suddenly, two all-black SUVs pull into Fred’s driveway. Men get out of the cars and go around the back to enter. We can’t see any further movement from them.
Inside the house, lights start to turn on from the upstairs down to the first floor. Fred must have been upstairs this entire time and is turning them on as he goes to answer the back door or check on the commotion happening.
We may have temporarily turned off his cameras, but there’s no way he didn’t get them back on as soon as we left.
“What do you think is happening in there?” Cara whispers.
“I think Fred is being killed.”
“I think you’re right,” she murmurs.
Cara crosses her arms over her chest as we both watch on. Light after light gets turned off until Fred’s house is pitch black again as dusk rolls through.
“I’m getting restless,” she says.
“Something will happen soon enough.”
“I know.” She pouts.
“Come here,” I say.
She walks over to where I’m seated near the window. All our lights are off, so no one can see in.
“Strip.”
“What?” she asks through laughter.
“I need another fix of my wife.”
Cara’s nipples turn to pointy peaks through her bra. I know she likes the idea of me fucking her like this even more than I do. It’s good to know that my wife likes to be watched. I may not want to fuck her in front of other people frequently, but I can give her moments of what she wants.
Cara takes off her shirt, followed by her bra. She quickly pulls off her shoes and then her pants and panties next. She stands still as she waits for my directive.
“Play with your pussy.”
She starts to play with her breasts first, teasing her nipples and then allows one of her hands to slowly travel down the length of her smooth stomach until it reaches her clit.
“Does the idea of someone watching you outside turn you on?”
“Yes,” Cara moans.
She doesn’t break eye contact this time. My girl is putting on a show.
“Spread your pussy lips. Show me what I’m missing.”
She does as I say, using two fingers. Cara continues to stroke her clit, and her breath turns ragged.
“Come here,” I demand.
Pulling down my pants and then my boxers, I remain seated on the bench.
“Fuck me.”
She straddles over me so her ass is in view of anyone on the street. It’s difficult to see in, but not impossible.
Cara slowly slides onto my cock, and the intrusion stings as she does.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes, it just takes getting used to every time.”
I grip her hips and pull her down fully.
“My little wife can take this giant cock, can’t she?”
“Yes,” she groans as she holds onto my shoulders.
“Fuck me. I need you to show me how much you want me.”
“Only you,” she says as she starts her small thrusts on my cock.
“I hope all our neighbors can see you riding my cock. Knowing that you’re drenched for your husband.”
“Yes, Grant. I love that I’m your wife.”
Cara starts to bounce up and down on my cock, and I let her keep control. The way she grinds against me shows how much she’s using me for her pleasure. I would happily give this to her every time she needs it.
“Come on, wife. Come on my cock. We’ve got work to do.”
Cara bounces harder, and I suck on her tits, which I know she loves. She moans wildly, and I can tell she’s about to come.