Chapter 43 #2
"I've been doing my own checking on Jonathon.
He has many American mannerisms and I'd almost say Midwest slang.
He moved to London about seven years ago, before that there isn't any record of him.
I used my Secret Service credentials to do a more in-depth look.
Jonathon Davidson didn't exist before he moved to London.
I can't find out anything else about him, yet.
He lost all his British when he was yelling at me on the phone.
I'd like to put him in my crosshairs. When Jonathon called me earlier, he suggested that his boss didn't want me dead.
I'm a part of this in a way too. I want to know why and to what end.
The best man at the wedding, Stephen, a loser who I ended up relocating his junk for him, has since called me and hinted he knows where I live and where I've been.
I've been under surveillance. Also, this crap with Lawrence calling and stalking me is getting out of hand.
We found out the attacker at the gym was an ex-cop from the Philadelphia area.
I wonder if the detectives investigating my shooting knew him or are dirty too.
There were two occupants of the vehicle that followed us from Philly and a third showed up here.
Where's Jonathon getting all these men? There's someone bigger up the food chain pulling the strings and paying the bills.
Plus, this second stalker has hinted he knows about the other. "
"The one we saw in the garage ran off when I tried to confront him. Went through the lobby, never got eyes on him again," Duncan says.
"Babe, did you growl? You’re supposed to use your words." I joke with Duncan.
"Hysterical, baby."
"Also, my stalker goes by the name Sir."
"Maya, can Timothy keep his set up on your kitchen counter? Raul and Ian, start your exterior surveillance. Ana, why don't you go lie down. You too, Maya, take some pain meds and relax."
"Tim, the counter is yours. If you guys need any weapons, there's a gun safe in my room if you need anything. If you can ride bikes, you can use mine."
"Mine is off limits, sorry, I don't share my girl." Derek jokes.
"No, we flew over in the private jet. No TSA searches. I think they should just ground pound, no bikes. Besides, from what I saw of yours, it's too flashy for what we need tonight."
"Hey, I like my toys." I groan as I try to get up off the sofa. Duncan reaches out and gently lifts me.
"Okay. Come on, Ana, let’s change the sheets in Derek's room and get you settled."
"I'll help her, you can barely move that arm," Joshua adds in.
"Well, let me show you where the sheets are. Duncan, can you help me get out of these scrubs and get into the shower?" I smile at him slyly.
"Okay, baby." His smile is just as sly; he wants what I'm offering just as much as I want it.
After I give Joshua clean sheets for the spare room, I pull out extra pillows and blankets for the others. I also show them where the sleeping bags are. Tomorrow they might have to get a hotel room. Duncan follows me into my room.
"Baby, come here." I walk into his arms.
"Duncan, you know I'm sorry, right? I was just so scared after that attack at your flat.
The note said I had twenty-four hours. I'm also afraid of you not being there, not you leaving by choice, but by one of these many assholes.
I've been alone for such a long time. After Carl told me I couldn't do relationships, I believed him, thinking I was the fucked up one. Plus, my parents’ deaths have me so scared, they went to dinner that night to reconcile from a fight over me. My mother wanted me to go to college and study what I wanted and Father wanted me to prep for law school. My mom tried so hard to give me a childhood, my dad only ever wanted to make me stronger and like him. I miss them both every day and worry they wouldn’t be proud of me.
I'm not a lawyer, but I work in the legal system. I was so happy with you and I know my mom would have loved that. She wouldn’t have wanted me to hide, but I don't know how not to.
I thought I killed them. I know now that it was a tragic accident, but it will take me a long time to stop those thoughts.
I also know that you'll be in danger no matter if I'm in your life or not. It's our jobs."
"Slow down, baby. Take a breath. Baby, I'll do everything I can to come home to you.
If you want to stay here, we will. Secret Service isn't a job to walk away from.
Your parents, both of them, would be proud of you.
As for Carl, he's a wanker. You do relationships very well. I didn't mean to push you."
"Duncan, honey, I'm not walking away from the Secret Service.
I'll work out of their London office part-time with a new task force Greg is starting there.
He asked me to consider working with him as a consultant for Securities International.
Derek wants to stay my spotter and go with me.
Joshua is making me an offer I can't refuse; I get to work with this amazing man whom I love.
Being a partner with the company is a sound investment.
Plus, I can keep you from the model and beautiful girl details. "
"Baby, there's only been you for me since I first saw you in full tactical gear. Today, I could have lost you. I don't ever want to go through that. I just want you forever. I love you too."
"Okay, babe, let's take a shower."
"Now, that I can do." He pulls his knife from his boot and cuts the scrub top off me, then he unhooks my bra and lets it fall.
"No lifting your arm." He strips my scrub pants and thong, followed by his clothes.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me into the master bathroom.
He places a waterproof bandage over the gauze on my chest, then bends to kiss me after it's on.
"Baby, I want to make love to you so bad but you’re hurt, so I'm going to wash you up for now."
"Sure, whatever you say, honey." I smile because I'll get him to change his mind, I need him.
"Don't give me attitude."
"Oh, I'm not." I bat my eyelashes as we climb into the shower. I turn and rub my ass against his cock. He groans and holds onto my hips.
"Baby, please play fair. You're hurt."
"Duncan, please." I know he gets off on me saying that. He doesn't make me wait long.
"Lean back into me."
He trails his hands up my body and rubs my breasts, then one hand glides down my belly to my pubic area. I groan as his fingers slide over my folds. He pushes his thumb against my clit.
"I've missed touching you, feeling your skin against mine." His other hand leaves my breast, where he's pinching my nipple. He inserts a finger into me, his thumb rubs my clit and his other hand holds my hips against him.
"Duncan, please." I try to turn, but his hand holds me firm.
"This is how you're getting off for now."
"No. Duncan, it's been so long. I need your cock in me." His fingers and thumb are bringing me so close. "Duncan, please!" I shout. He groans and turns me, then lifts me as he sits on the shower seat. I straddle him and rise up as he pushes his cock into me.
"Mmmm." We both groan.
"Baby, this is heaven. Tell me if you start to hurt, keep your arm wrapped around you. I'll do all the work."
I begin to use my knees to lift off him slowly and he starts moving slowly too.
We're staring into each other's eyes as we bring ourselves to completion.
His eyes are shining with love and I hope mine are too.
I love this man so much. When that gun was pointed at him, I thought I was going to lose him.
All I want right now is to show him how much I love him.
The slow pace and the intense looks are building us both so high.
"Let go, baby," he says, and that's all it takes.
My body starts spasming with one of the strongest orgasms I've ever felt.
He groans and empties his seed so far into me.
He holds me gently until we both relax. He stands and helps me stand next to him.
We proceed to wash each other carefully.
I hurt, but I know the pain would have been worse if I lost him.
Tears run down my cheeks as he holds me close. Between everything that happened today, my lack of sleep, and the pain, I'm emotional. I took the pain meds and know I'll sleep soon. I hope I'll be up to form soon.
"I love you, Duncan. I promise to always be with you and to be faithful to you. I want to be a part of your life." I choke from my sobs.
"Maya, baby, I love you so much too. I don't ever want to live without you. You're my worth it." He holds me a little tighter.