Rating: NC-17
Chapter 31
Maura's Home – Friday at 7:30 p.m.
"So you guys are coming back to work on Monday, right?" Frankie grins.
"That's the plan," I reply.
Maura looks at Kent and Dr. Lewis and asks, "Is the lab running as it should, or should I be prepared for a disaster?"
I'm not surprised by Maura's question. She's still upset about the whole D.N.A. debacle involving the evidence from the Mass. General shooting.
"Everything is running as it should," Kent answers confidently.
"Good, I'll see you Monday. Now, if you'll excuse me," Maura says. She squeezes my hand and walks towards the stairs. I guess she's tired.
I turn my attention back to my team. Nina begins, "I've gone through all their financials, so it's going to be difficult to figure in which event Hoyt's Apprentices found their victims. It's a long shot, but I'm checking all the attendees' lists and seeing if the same name comes up. That's all I can think of doing."
"Have Mr. Knight help you run backgrounds on any people that catch your eye. And use his facial recognition software to go through any video we have of the events. His is better than ours," I order. Mr. Knight isn't here right now because he's at the house making sure the security system is up and running. And for his sake, we better get footage of these bastards if they come knocking.
A few minutes later, Maura grabs my attention when she walks back in and says, "Sorry, I forgot my phone."
And suddenly, my mouth goes dry, and I'm pretty sure I'm unable to form coherent sentences. Jesus, she's trying to kill me. She's wearing the robe she was wearing in Paris. The one I pulled off her. Shit, and I know she's wearing the matching nightie and that she has nothing underneath it, not even panties. Which means she's practically naked. My heart is beating hard, and my hands itch to touch her, but first things first. I got to get rid of these people.
When I look back at the men and Dr. Lewis and Nina, all have their gazes are focused in the same direction. Unbelievable. The men are openly gawking at Maura, and Dr. Lewis and Nina are smirking. And all I can think is that she's mine.
My brother catches a glimpse of me and quickly looks down at his feet. And Graham is eye-fucking her while Korsak's jaw has gone slack. And Kent is looking at any other place than at Maura. At least he has some sense. Our shadows are watching the scene and trying not to laugh. Mr. Armstrong meets my gaze and shrugs his shoulders as if saying, what do you expect? I feel hot as I growl, "Mine."
Korsak blushes, and he hits Graham behind the head to get his attention. They all mumble, "Sorry." But Graham keeps looking back in Maura's direction. I glare at all of them and yell, "Yo! Eyes over here, or by God, I'm going to blacken them!
Graham blushes, and Korsak, Kent, and Frankie look at their feet. I glare at all of them and growl, "Is that it?"
All of them nod, but Graham is still looking in Maura's direction. Like she's going to come back out. I've had enough. I look at our shadows and loudly order, "Everybody out!"
They grin as they heard the men and Dr. Lewis and Nina out the door. Fucking Graham dares to look over his shoulder in the direction of the bedroom. God, I wish I could deck him. It's time I go looking for Maura.
R&I
Maybe my plan wasn't a good idea, but I'm a little desperate. It's been more than four months since Jane last touched me, and I need her. I've never craved someone the way I desire her. In the entire time we've been apart, I've only been able to have an orgasm if I fantasize about her. I tried to think of someone else, but it just wouldn't work. My body has missed her, craved her, and nobody else will do.
I heard Jane yell, and that's what makes me nervous. But I know that I'll have my answer soon enough. As she enters our bedroom, my heart feels like it's in my throat. Her eyes are almost black and filled with lust. I don't know how, but they pin me to my spot. As she slowly walks towards me, it makes me feel as if I'm her prey somehow. My mouth and throat feel so dry.
When she's finally in front of me, she puts her hands on my hips and growls, "You did that on purpose."
"Yes."
"Jesus, are you trying to kill me or cause me to commit murder? They were undressing you with their eyes, Maura. I wanted to deck Graham so bad. Why did you do that?" Jane says in a husky tone. God, that tone causes a shiver to go down my spine. I can't help the moan that slips out of my lips.
"Answer me, Maur," Jane orders.
"The last thing I'd ever want is for you to die, Jane. And I don't understand why you wanted to punch Detective Graham; he seems to be a nice man," I answer honestly.
"You were walking around almost naked in a room full of men, Maura. Fucken Graham was fucking you with his eyes. If you had given him the time of day, he would have been all over you," Jane continues to growl.
"I was far from being naked, Jane. I'm pretty sure I've worn this in front of your mother and you before Paris. And I'm sure you're exaggerating about Detective Graham's reaction to me returning to retrieve my phone," I honestly explain. I indeed went to get my phone, but my real objective was to provoke Jane. Our make-out sessions continue to get hotter and hotter, and all I want is to be with her. My body is screaming for her, and my ribs hardly hurt anymore.
Jane looks as if she's in shock, and I don't understand why. After a minute of silence, I plead, "Jane, please say something."
She takes a deep breath and explains, "You can't walk around in that room full of men. Don't you know how absolutely beautiful you are? To them, you are candy, and they will try to get a taste, which will cause me to get arrested for assault or worse. You can only wear that when we're alone, got it?"
"Why?"
"Because you're mine, and when I see you in that, all I want to do is rip it off you," Jane says as she pulls me towards her.
I grin and wrap my arms around her neck. Success. As I begin to kiss her jaw, I murmur, "That was the plan. I want you to forget everything and everyone but me and you and this moment. God, you have no idea how much I need you. How much I've craved your kisses, your body, your fingers. Nobody has given me so much pleasure as you. And everything else that makes you my love."
"Fuck Maura," Jane moans as she pulls my robe off my shoulders.
I drop my arms to my sides long enough for her to pull my robe off of me. My hands go to her shirt buttons while she begins kissing my neck, my shoulders, any skin she can reach. Every kiss makes my skin hot. The buttons on her shirt are causing me problems. My hands are shaking, and the buttons seem so small. I'm a minute away from ripping it open. I can feel her eyes on me, and when I meet her gaze, she smirks, "You okay there, baby?"
My answer is to rip it open and attach my lips to her neck and my hands on her chest. God, she has the loveliest warm olive skin. As I place open mouth kisses on her shoulders and neck, I groan, "You taste so good."
Jane murmurs as she pulls me flush with her, "That was my favorite shirt?"
"I'll buy you another one, I promise," I say as I take Jane's ruined shirt off and unhook her bra. Once they're both on the floor, I continue kissing all that gorgeous olive skin. When I get to the moles in between her breasts, I groan, "Do you have any idea how much I've desperately wanted to kiss you right here? Sometimes I'd think you were teasing me."
Jane sinks her fingers into my hair as she whimpers, "I was teasing you. I don't know how many times I caught you staring. You were the reason why sometimes I'd leave one more button unbuttoned on my shirt."
"Fuck Jane, I wish you would have told me. I would have ripped it off you a long time ago," I groan as she begins to tug down my nightgown straps. I drop my arms so that she can get it off, but my lips don't leave her skin. I'm dying to feel that gorgeous body against mine finally.
"I love it when you cuss. It makes me wetter," Jane moans.
"You're driving me crazy, love," I moan against her chest. Jane tugs hard, and my nightgown is at my feet. I feel her eyes on me, and soon her mouth is peppering my jaw with kisses.
When she pulls away, I'm not surprised when she says, "Maura baby, how are your ribs? I don't want to hurt you or make things worse."
I can hear the love and worry in her tone. I wrap my arms around her neck again, and as I nuzzle her cheek, I plead, "No, no, don't stop. I need you. They hardly hurt anymore. I promise. The bruises are almost done."
"Baby, I don't want to hurt you," Jane whispers as she holds me carefully against her.
"Love, again, they hardly hurt anymore," I say, trying to reassure my Detective. I don't want to stop.
"Promise," Jane says as she kisses the spot behind my ear. The one that drives me nuts.
I groan, "I promise."
Jane cups my cheeks and gives me the sweetest, loving kiss I've ever had. I don't ever want her to stop as I undo the button on her jeans and pull the zipper apart. I tug her pants and panties down, and when they're at her feet, I press our bodies together and moan, "You feel so good."
She pushes me onto the bed, and as I move up on the bed, she follows. Jane climbs on top of me, and before she knows what's happening, I manage to switch our positions. I make sure I slip my thigh between her legs. Jesus, I can feel how wet she is, and all I want is to taste her again.
Jane arches her back, and I groan in pleasure as I kiss the top of her breasts, again kissing the moles that have been driving me insane for years. She sinks her fingers into my hair, and while pulling me closer, she whimpers, "Love your kisses."
"Love you so much," I murmur as I make my way to her left nipple. I lick her nipple a few times and then begin to suck on it. I can feel it get harder in my mouth. Jane groans and hooks a leg over my hip and to pull me closer.
"You're so wet, love," I moan as I kiss my way to her other nipple. Jane bucks her hips into my thigh.
Jane begins to plead, "Baby, I need you to touch me."
"Soon, love," I murmur as I begin to kiss my way down her gorgeous lean body. I carefully kiss every scar, every blemish, which only makes Jane moan my name. When I kiss her belly button, she bucks her hips, and I murmur, "You smell so good."
"Baby, please," Jane continues to beg.
I can't wait any longer either. I wrap my arms around Jane's thighs, and I slip my tongue between her folds, and I'm in heaven. Jane tastes so good. As I begin to softly suck on her clit, her hips start to grind into my mouth. I flick her clit with my tongue and then go looking for the source of the wetness. When I slip my tongue inside, I feel her hands on the back of my head as she begs, "Right there, baby. Don't stop."
My tongue moves from her clit to inside her pussy, and when I feel her muscles squeeze my tongue hard, she comes into my mouth cries, "Maura!"
Jane's back is arched off the bed, and she's in complete bliss. But I'm not done, I kiss my way up her body, and when I begin to kiss her jaw, I slip two fingers inside and start thrusting them inside.
"Fuck Maura," Jane groans as she spreads her legs a little more and wraps them around my waist.
"You feel so good wrapped around my fingers, so warm and wet," I loudly moan. Nothing pleases me more than being the cause of Jane's arousal. God, I love how warm and wet she feels.
"Wet for you. Only you. Rub my clit, baby," Jane moans.
A sheen of sweat covers our bodies, and our bodies are getting into a rhythm. Her hips are grinding into my hand as I begin to curl my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. Jane whimpers, "That's it. Don't stop. Harder."
"You feel so fucking good. Come for me, love," I moan as I rub hard circles on her clit. And hook my fingers inside her pussy. I'm hitting her sweet spot from her moans and groan and the sound of my fingers going in and out.
That's all it took for Jane to go over the edge. With my name on her lips, her body froze and then shuddered. My smile couldn't be bigger. I hold her close and kiss her neck and shoulders as she comes down. She has the best smile on her face.
After a few minutes, I feel her arm tighten around my waist as she softly orders, "Baby, straddle my hips."
I bite my lip and do as she asks. I'm curious to see what she has in mind. Jane sits up and cups my breasts, and I moan, "God, that feels so good. Your hands feel so good on my breasts."
"Your nipples feel so hard, baby." Jane groans as she rubs my nipples with her palms. I close my eyes and begin to rub my aching pussy on her stomach. Fuck, I love when she touches them.
"Do you remember when I made you come by only sucking your nipples?"
"Yes, yes, I remember," I groan as Jane's mouth latches on my left one, and her other hand begins to twist and pinch the other one gently.
My hips begin to grind into her body. I'm desperate for any friction. I whimper, "Your mouth feels so fucking good. Suck it, baby. Don't stop."
"Fuck, you're getting wetter," Jane murmurs against my skin as she slips her hand between my legs and begins to slowly stroke my folds.
When Jane begins to rub my clit I immediately start to grind my pussy into her hand as I sink my fingers in her hair to keep her mouth on my nipples. "Fuck, keep sucking my nipples, baby. Don't stop rubbing my clit. Feels so good."
"You know what's going to feel better?" Jane groans.
I'm only able to shake my head. I'm too busy chasing my orgasm. Jane says as she flicks one of my nipples with her tongue, "My tongue in your pussy. After I make you come all over my fingers, you're going to sit on my mouth, and I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, and I'm going to suck your clit until you can't take it anymore."
"Jane!" I scream as I come all over her fingers and collapse into her arms. She lays down again with me on top of her. After a few minutes, I begin to stir in Jane's arms. She kisses my jaw, and her hands caress my back as she whispers in my ear, "Come on, baby, I'm waiting."
"Fuck love," I moan as I sit up. Jane puts her hands on my hips and begins to pull me forward. I bite my lips and look Jane in the eyes. God, they're black and filled with lust. She's licking her lips which is making my clit twitch.
I slowly move up her body, and just the anticipation is making me so wet. As soon as I'm in position, I feel her wrap her arms around my hips to pull me down to her mouth. A guttural moan leaves my lips as Jane slips her tongue between my folds. With one hand, I grab the headboard and with the other cup my breast and begin to grind my pussy into Jane's mouth.
Jane latches onto my clit, making me groan, "That feels so good. Don't stop sucking it, baby. "
I hear her growl, "So fucking good."
I can feel myself get wetter as I twist my nipples and grind my pussy harder into her mouth. She then hooks into me and begins to fuck me hard and fast as she sucks harder on my clit.
"You're tongue feels so good inside of me, love," I gutturally groan as my pussy squeezes her tongue and my hips grind into her mouth. I'm getting wetter and wetter. I'm so close.
"I love how you taste," Jane groans into my flesh.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, don't stop!"
My orgasm comes on so fast and hard. Jane doesn't stop until a second stronger orgasm racks my body. I'm barely able to move down enough so that I can collapse in her arms. My body continues to tremble as she whispers her I love you's into my ear. She wraps her arms around me as she caresses my back. I whisper, "I love you so much."
The last thing I hear before sleep overwhelms me is, "And I love you, baby. Always."
Maura's Home – Saturday at 3:30 a.m.
Maura Isles is naked and sleeping in my arms, and nothing has ever felt so right. She's warm and soft and safe. This is where she belongs. Safe and sound in my arms. I can't stop caressing her back. Gently cupping her cheek, my thumb stroking her beautiful cheek. Smelling and kissing her hair. Just watching her sleep. She looks like an angel. I'm trying to burn this moment not only into my memory but my soul. I don't know when it happened, but I do know one thing. Maura Isles has become my everything.
I should be asleep, but my mind won't stop. I'm more worried about Paddy Doyle than I am of fucking Hoyt's Apprentices. If Paddy Doyle wants to kill me to eliminate the threat to Maura, I don't know how Mr. Grant's team will be able to stop him. Paddy Doyle has been murdering for decades and has only been caught once. If only I knew that my disappearance or death would keep her safe, I would disappear to keep her safe.
Paddy Doyle might not kill me himself, but I'm sure he can get someone on his payroll to do it. What worries me more is if Paddy wants to see Maura. Or worse, what if he wants to kidnap her to protect her from Hoyt's Apprentices. I do not doubt that Paddy Doyle will protect Maura with his life, and if he wasn't a sociopath, that might not be a bad option. But he is a sociopath, so that's not an option.
But as things stand now, I must protect Maura at whatever cost. And if that means breaking my word, then so be it. When it comes down to it, I'll do absolutely anything to protect her.
I just hope she will forgive me if I do something stupid.
Four Seasons Hotel Bar – Saturday at 11:30 a.m.
I look at my watch and can't help but feel irritated. Mr. Austin Sanders is ten minutes late, and I'm on my second bourbon. You'd think this Sanders bloke would get to a job interview on time. Maybe Harvey told him that he had the job and isn't taking this seriously. Well, after this meeting he's going to know that working for me is serious business.
"Mr. Grant?"
I stand up and, as I extend my hand, answer, "Aldrich Grant, and you must be Mr. Austin Sanders."
"Yes, sir. I apologize for being late. I blew a tire. I usually like arriving at least fifteen minutes early," Sanders explains.
As we sit, I try to get a read on him. What he told me sounds like the truth to me. He wouldn't be an Army Special Services Engineer if he were lazy and irresponsible. To me, being late is being irresponsible. So I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and ask, "Has Ms. Harvey told you about your assignment?"
"She didn't feel it was her place. All she said was that you needed another bodyguard," Mr. Sanders explains.
I lean back and take a good look at Mr. Sanders. Austin Sanders is 34 years old, 6'02", 205 lbs, tan skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He's all muscle. According to Harvey, Sanders is loyal, trustworthy, and quiet. He likes to observe and will speak when he has something substantial to contribute.
I'm getting good energy from him, so I continue, "Mr. Sanders, we are currently employed by Constance Isles. Mrs. Isles hired us to do security upgrades to her daughter's home and to protect her daughter and Detective Jane Rizzoli from a couple of sociopaths that are hunting them."
"Rizzoli? Jane Rizzoli? The detective that shot herself to save her brother and some doctor," Austin says in awe.
I smile and answer, "Yes, that Jane Rizzoli and the doctor is Dr. Maura Isles."
"Wow, who's after them?"
"Are you familiar with Charles Hoyt?"
"Of course, he kidnapped her, and she ended up killing him a couple of years later," Mr. Sanders says.
I frown a little. Mr. Sanders sure knows a lot about our detective. So, I ask, "Why are you so familiar with the detective? Did Harvey tell you who you'd be protecting?"
Mr. Sanders blushes and answers, "I was born and raised here. And I'm a fan of heroes, and Jane Rizzoli is a hero. Not to mention gorgeous."
I smirk and say, "Dr. Isles feels the same way."
"They're best friends, right?"
"They're a lot more than that, Mr. Sanders. They are romantically involved," I answer while carefully watching how he reacts to the news that Dr. Isles and the detective are now involved.
"Dr. Isles hit the jackpot," Sanders softly answers.
I smile and answer, "I'm sure she'd wholeheartedly agree with you. Now, tell me about your experience. Have you ever worked as a bodyguard?"
"On multiple occasions. I've mostly worked security for politicians. Short assignments. I don't like to stay in one position for too long," Sanders explains.
"Why didn't you stay in the Army?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Because I don't want to kill anymore," Sanders quietly answers.
"What if you're put in a position where deadly force is necessary to protect your charge?" I ask. He better gives me the correct answer.
"Make no mistake, Mr. Grant, I will protect my charge with my life if necessary and will use all force necessary to accomplish that objective," Mr. Sanders answers seriously.
I meet his gaze, and there's no doubt he means every word. I hold out my hand and say, "Excellent. You're hired, Mr. Sanders. You'll start next Monday. I'll text you all pertinent information the day before you are to report for duty."
Mr. Sanders smiles, and as he shakes my hand, he says, "Yes, sir, and thank you."
B.P.D. Homicide Bullpen Conference Room – Saturday at 4 p.m
"B.R.I.C. Report," I order.
Nina hands me a photograph and says, "This is the best image we could get from the video. McKnight ran his and our facial recognition software, and nothing came up. All we can tell you is that she's tall, at least 5'10", 120 lbs, black hair that look like a wig and pale skin."
"Jesus, that's not very helpful," I answer.
"It sounds like the description Ma gave of the "Good Samaritan" that gave her back her keys," Frankie says in disgust.
"Frankie, we're going to have to go find your mother. We need to see if she can I.D. her as the same person she saw," I explain.
"This is going to suck, but I'll do it," Frankie unhappily says.
"Why don't you let Will and I take care of that?" Warren offers.
Frankie shakes his head and says, "Because it's my mother. I'll take care of her, and you worry about the café."
Will and Warren nod in agreement, and I continue, "Dr. Lewis, were you able to find out anything about Mr. Church?"
"My source was only willing to confirm my suspicion that Mr. Church was sheep-dipped. That's why his fingerprints didn't come up in any of our searches," Dr. Lewis explains.
"So the fucking Apprentices killed this poor man for his D.N.A.?" Frankie asks in disgust.
"He might have chosen him specifically to throw off the investigation. Mr. Church definitely had the skills to do what the Apprentices have done," I ponder. These bastards might be trying to hide their tracks. I'm sure after they obtain their goal, they're going to turn themselves in to authorities. They must be in the late planning stages of whatever the fuck they plan to do to the girls.
But they got something else coming.
I turn to Dr. Lewis and say, "Could you go over every single autopsy of the Apprentices victims with Maura when she returns on Monday? Maybe you guys might see something Kent missed."
Dr. Lewis frowns and defensively says, "Kent is a very good pathologist. He's thorough and efficient."
"We know that Dr. Lewis, but fresh eyes might help," I plead.
"Very well, Detective Korsak. I'll go over the autopsies of all the Apprentices' victims," Dr. Lewis says.
"Of course," I say.
"Warren and I will take the photo to the internet Monday and see if we get lucky," Will says.
"And I'll take mine to Ma and see what she says," Frankie says.
"That's good. See you, Monday."
With that, we're done for one Saturday. Even we need a break. Hopefully, we'll hit the ground running on Monday.
Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry I didn't post like usual but where I'm at is hot and M.S. (Multiple Sclerosis) M.S. and heat don't mix. If I go away it's because of the M.S. not becaause I'm not going to continue. Try to be patient and I promise I'll finish the story.
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