Author's Note: I just couldn't leave you guys hanging for too long with that last cliffy, so here's the ending to Book II and I hope it's a good read for you. This chapter does contain strong sexual content and adult language, so viewer discretion is advised.
"What's he doing here?" Carter asked as she stood from Reese's lap while she continued to adjust her clothing.
"His number probably just came up," Reese replied as he stood and adjusted his erected member in his suddenly tight pants. "Cause I'm gonna kill him." He added as he moved to the door leaving Carter giggling behind him. Reese yanked open the front door where Finch now stood and he opened his mouth to threaten Finch off, but it was Finch who spoke.
"Sorry to interrupt you Mr. Reese but you weren't answering your phone, nor was Det. Carter. Mr. Jacobson just received a package containing the fingers of his son." Finch stated and Reese closed his eyes and silently cursed and a rage built in him; a rage at those responsible for the child's kidnapping and mutilation, but also a rage at himself for allowing himself to get distracted. Reese knew instantly that this happened because he allowed the mystery assailant he found in Jacobson's apartment to get away. "The kidnapper called soon after the delivery and I was finally able to learn what it is that they want. Apparently Mr. Jacobson took a large amount of someone's money that he was supposed to be investing, and that's why is son was taken. But I got the sinking suspicion that Mr. Jacobson wasn't really concerned about his son since I found that he had booked a one way ticket to Tahiti under an alias and emptied out the millions in several personal banking accounts he has. He left his offices and headed straight to the airport. Unfortunately for him someone canceled his ticket and erased any records of it by the time he arrived at the airport."
"Have you been able to get me a location of where the child's being held?"
"Yes because that would have been something I would have told you about last," Finch said sarcastically but said nothing more when Reese shot him a hard murderous glare. "Our kidnappers don't seem to be aware of anyone tracing them because they didn't make any attempt to cover their call to Mr. Jacobson. I have a program currently trying to triangulate their call as soon as it finds where the call originated from you'll be alerted, so it might be advisable to turn on your phone." At Finch's words Reese placed his hand inside his pants pocket and clicked on his phone. "Good night Mr. Reese," Finch said. "Detective," He then tossed to Carter who stood near the entryway of her living room watching them. Finch then made his way down the steps and back to his car as Reese shut the door behind him. Reese remained at the door with his forehead rested against it. He stood there silently as he tried to calm his anger and think of a solution, but instead his anger built and the blind rage made him think of ways to torture the kidnappers. It was Jocelyn's gentle voice that lulled him back from that dark place within him, a place that made him a ruthless killer.
"I'm sorry that this happened," She apologized and her words stunned him enough to make him turn his gaze to where she stood. She saw the confusion and then something she'd never seen in his eyes before, hurt, and she quickly clarified her statement. "I'm not sorry about what we did…what we almost did…I mean another time and we…" She closed her eyes to that thought and then opened them again as she spoke again. "I'm just sorry that I was more of a distraction than help for you tonight, and some poor kid got hurt because of that." John watched her a moment as she stood fidgeting a bit. He was going to tell her that it wasn't her fault and that the kid was probably dead soon after he was grabbed up and now the kidnappers were just harvesting his body as a means to get money out of his father, but when she started nibbling at her bottom lip he lost all rational thought and pounced on her. He scooped her up into his arms and kissed her as he bounded up the stairs to her bedroom.
Once in Jocelyn's bedroom John gently laid her upon her bed and then stood back and began unbuttoning his shirt. Jocelyn lay back and watched him as the moonlight which shone through the windows bathed him and cast silhouettes across his muscular arms. When he removed the dress shirt and then pulled the t-shirt underneath over his head and tossed it away, Jocelyn nearly squealed out her excitement at seeing his perfectly chiseled bare chest.
"Sorry Jos, but this isn't a striptease it's more 'If I show you mine you have to show me yours', "He stated with that smirk of his and Jocelyn hastily stood from the bed and turned her back to him. Understanding her invitation John slowly unzipped her dress placing kisses on every part of exposed skin in his view. He then pulled the dress from her shoulders and it slipped from her body and pooled at her feet. John was happy with the knowledge that he had been right about an earlier suspicion; Carter's ass was just as firm and juicy as it looked in her pants. What did pleasantly surprise him was the large yet beautifully designed tattoo of wings on her lower back that also seemed to wrap around her waist. He turned her to face him so he could see the full work of art, which continued across her lower taunt abdomen. "Ooh nice, very nice." John said as he 'literally' began to swell with excitement.
"Which part?" Jocelyn asked in a husky whisper and John snapped his eyes up and locked onto hers, and once again she saw the lust enflaming his predatory eyes. He smiled at her as he let his eyes wash over her entire frame.
"Oh I'd say every part and equally so."
"Your turn," She said and she reached out as she first unbuckled his belt and then his pants. She then pushed them down over his hips. She was surprised to see he was wearing black silk boxers. "Now I took you for a briefs kind of a guy." She teased and he threw her a pleased smile.
"I find briefs to be too confining," John stated as he took off the boxers and caused Jocelyn's mouth to drop slightly as she stared at him in his full glory. He stepped to her and reached around her and unlatched her bra while whispering in her ear. "That little theory about race and penis size doesn't apply to this white man, but I will admit I really can't dunk." He teased and got a giggle from Jocelyn and when he moved back he also got a delectable view of her full, firm breast as he pulled away her bra and let it fall to the floor. "Lie down on the bed." He commanded and she instantly stepped back and did as she was told. He moved to her and leaned down and slowly removed her panties and then again stood back. "Open," He ordered and again she complied without any reservations or hesitation. There was enough moonlight to allow him to see the pink peeking through enfolds of smooth chocolate skin as well as the juices that made her inner thighs glisten. He knew that he needed to taste her and promised himself he would but not now. No now the need to be surrounded by Jocelyn's softness and her heat overpowered all his other wants and needs. So he settled between her open legs and rested most of his weight on his arms which rested on either side of her arms. He stared down at her and could see that her need was as great as his and knew that his next move would be a relief for them both. "I owe you." He said in way of an apology for his lack of foreplay, and before Jocelyn could ask him what he meant she felt him surge forward and began to stretch and then fill her.
"Ahhhhh!" Jocelyn screamed out in pain, joy, and release as she flung her head back and instinctively clawed at John's tightly coiled back. Within seconds John was rocking within her, pulling out and then swiftly pushing back in. She continued to scream and yelp as her face contorted from the discomfort and pain of his intrusion as her body tried to adjust, her core burnt from what she was sure was some tearing due to his girth. After a moment her cries turned to gasps and moans, from sudden pleasure that coursed through her which seemed impossible and fast becoming unbearable. She found the sensations to be slightly frightening because she had never experience such feelings before with any man.
John was locked in an inner battle with himself. He fought to maintain some semblance of control because he knew that if he allowed himself to act on his desires, and roam within Jocelyn as he really wanted to he would probably really harm her. From the second she was fully wrapped around him John knew that he would never want to dwell within another woman, knew that he would now want Jocelyn, crave her like no other. Only she would be able to quench this newfound thirst and hunger he now held for her. He also knew he could never tell Jocelyn of this need because it would probably terrify her even more than it was terrifying him. He swooped in and captured her mouth and kissed her slowly and sensually, a complete contradiction to the erratic and somewhat forceful way he plundered his member into her center. He changed his position, he kept his left foot firmly over the side of the bed rooted to the floor as he moved his right leg up and hooked Jocelyn's left leg over it, lifting her leg while he planted his right knee atop the bed. This position opened her more to him and allowed him to go even deeper.
"FUUUCK!" Jocelyn screamed out as she tore her mouth from John's and arched up a bit from the bed. She moved her hand down his back until they cupped his backside, then she squeezed and used her strength to pull his lower half closer to hers. "Harder…harder," She pleaded and John sped up his thrusts to appease her. "Yes…Yes…Yeeeeessssss!" Jocelyn exclaimed as her climax over took her.
Over an hour later
"Oh God…Oh God…I can't….please, John please," She was close to another orgasm and her entire body seemed like it was heightened to all sensations, her pleasure threshold now borderline pain. John was working on giving Jocelyn her fifth climax and he hadn't even had his first yet, but he nearly came every time her orgasm caused her walls to clinch him in a vice grip. "Oooooooh!" Jocelyn cried out clutching at the bedding they were entangled in, as full on tears seeped from her eyes. This time when her walls pulsated around him John didn't fight against the feelings, but instead he let his own orgasm shoot through him.
"Unnnngggrrr," He half growled and half moaned out. "Uhhhnnnnn….Uhhhnnnnnn….Uhhhnnnnn," He grunted with each thrust, and cried out like a crazed animal as his hips kept moving like pistons as he spilt himself inside of her, and he didn't stop until he was completely spent. He couldn't hold up his weight any longer and collapsed on top of Jocelyn, who wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her breasts as he tried to catch his breath and calm his pounding heart.
"Finally," Jocelyn spoke in a winded whisper. "Your batteries are dead." She laughed and John chuckled through his panting.
"Are you complaining Jos?" He asked.
"Depends, when will I get the feeling back in my legs?" She asked playfully and then they both fell into a fit of laughter. The moment of mirth was short lived when the ringing of John's cell phone housed inside his pants pocket began to ding. John swiftly moved from Jocelyn's welcoming embraced and stood from the bed. He grabbed up his pants and pulled out the cell, as he figured, it was the notification Finch had told him about, they had the location of the kidnappers. He turned suddenly hard eyes to the bed where Jocelyn lied and the enticing pose she was currently in actually made him consider forgoing tracking down the kidnappers, but only for a split second until he shook it off by closing his eye and turning away to begin redressing. "Mr. Finch found the kidnappers?" Jocelyn questioned.
"Yes," Reese answered as he buttoned his pants and then sat on a nearby chair to put on his shoes.
"So now you have to swoop in safe the kid and kick the bad guys asses." He smiled at her words even though he knew her scenario wasn't quite right.
"Something like that, yes," He replied.
"Want some back up?" She offered and again he had to will himself to stop looking at her with wanton eyes and refocus his naughty thoughts. No if he took her with him so soon after having her in ways he had only ever dreamed about, it would be a dangerous, deadly distraction.
"No, but if I need you I'll call you." Reese said as he stood and made his way to the door.
"I hope you'll call even if you don't need me." Carter said softly under her breath. She hadn't intended for him to hear her and he didn't want to embarrass her by letting on that he had, so he didn't falter his step as he left. As Reese closed Carter's locked door behind him he also shut out the past couple of hours he had spent in her bed, and inside of her personal warmth. There was neither time nor room in his mind for her. He was on a mission.
Several hours later
He had arrived just an hour before. After his mission he hadn't cared to check in with Finch as he usually did, instead he retraced his steps and came back to his newfound piece of heaven. He watched silently from his spot on the side of the disheveled bed, but he hadn't dared touch for fear of rousing his sleeping beauty. But when the first light of the day seeped through the sheer curtains that shielded the windows they coated her skin with a golden hue, and he couldn't stop himself from skimming his fingertips over her voluptuous peaks and valleys.
"How did it go?" Jocelyn's sleep filled voice washed over him. She never opened her eyes or moved from her position resting on her belly still clutching the pillow John had claimed the night before. John didn't stop his exploration of her body, and continued running his fingertips over her body as he answered her.
"I did what needed to be done." Those words made her lift her head and squint up at him but only for a second before she closed her eyes once more and laid her head back down.
"I'm not even going to ask you what that means because I know that it'll just ruining this calm, sated feeling that I have right now." She lifted her head again and gave him a very serious look. "But the little boy is ok, right?" John looked at her and knew that he couldn't tell her the truth and that he feelings about the little boy had all turned to reality, but he never want to lie to her either.
"He's not in anymore pain." John responded as honestly as he could and he could tell by the crushed look that briefly crossed Jocelyn's face that she got his meaning.
"Are you ok?" She genuinely asked as she reached out and grasped one of his hands.
"This can't be casual," He said as he stared directly into her eyes and she frowned up a bit in confusion at his words, since it wasn't the reply she had been expecting. "And it won't be a one-time occurrence."
"Well technically it was a four, no five time occurrence," Jocelyn said playfully as she counted the number of times she had had an orgasm by his hand, mouth, and other extremities. He didn't smile at her joke but he did avert his eyes back down to the supple skin on her back. "John," She called out to him giving a slight squeeze to the hand she still held. "I don't know what to call this thing between us…hell in all of the months I've known you, been working with you I haven't been able to put a name to our relationship. Whatever it is between us I like it and I…I'd like to see where it goes."
"I nee…I want that to." He stated and she smiled coyly at his Freudian slip but didn't question it further.
"Good, now come back to bed and get some sleep." Jocelyn said in a demanding tone.
"Right now I'm too wired and if I get back in that bed it won't be to sleep." At his words she smiled, turned onto her side, and lifted the covers as an invitation, and with a smile John stood and began to undress. He had a new mission to accomplish and that was to make good on an earlier promise he had made to himself, and his mouth watered with anticipation.
Author's end notes: I hope you all enjoyed this piece and I guess it's time to work on book three. Now that they've done the do I wonder what is next for these two...I more serious relationship, or a third party to get 'in between' them (giggle and then laughs like a mad scientist). Oh and expect to see more of Mr. Marsters.