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  "Hmmm. So beautiful. Wide open for me in my bed, trembling for me."

  "God Ethan." She gasped as she felt merely a brush of his hand along the outside of her thigh.

  He knelt onto the bed between her legs, making her gasp when he gripped one ankle firmly and slowly began to slide his hands up her long legs. "So you want my dark side to come out and play Krista? Hmm? Do you know what that means?"

  "T...tell me. Please."

  "Oh yeah, I like it when you ask me so sweetly. It means baby, that I'll own you. Do you want that? Me owning you. Taking your pleasure. Making you scream my name when I make you come. You begging for my cock."

  "Yes, Ethan. Oh I do." She moaned, her hips twitching as his hands continued moving up.

  "That sweet, tight, pink pussy will be mine too. God I can smell you Krista. You're so wet for me aren't you? You want my cock baby?"

  "Fuck yessss." She hissed.

  "Want what?" He asked as he teased a finger over her clit. “I want you to beg for it Krista. I want to hear the desperation of your need in your voice.”

  “P…please Ethan. I want your cock. I want you.” She pleaded.

  Krista screamed his name as she nearly came when she felt him flick her hyper sensitive clit. She couldn't remember ever having been so turned on as she was right now. The images he painted with his words was so erotic to her. The thought of belonging to Ethan, to being his was hot a hell. Her back bowed when he slid a finger deep inside her.

  "Fuck me you're soaked Krista."

  "For...you...Sir." She gasped, barely registering when ‘Sir’ slipped out.

  Ethan heard it though and was on her in seconds. His mouth devouring hers as he added a second finger. Her slick walls squeezing as he thrust deeper. Seeing her submitting a little more to him, feeling how wet she was for him, hearing her call him sir. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed her now. In seconds he was over her and slipping inside her heat. Both of them crying out when he plunged deep.

  "Krista. Oh fuck."

  "Take me Ethan. God I want it."

  Lifting up, he cupped her ass. Elevating her hips, he watched her face as he withdrew only to slam into her again. Her ocean blue eyes widened but he only saw longing. Longing for more of him. Ethan was holding on to his sanity by a thread. Her submission, her trust making him crazy. Growling he pummeled her over and over. Watching for any sign that she was unwilling. But not his Krista.

  "Krista...I want you to come. Now."

  "Ethan!"

  The moment he felt her release his own erupted. Roaring her name as he emptied into her.

  ***

  Krista pushed her hair from her face with a hand that shook. "Wow."

  Ethan grunted as he rolled off of her onto his back. "Wow."

  She felt him sit up and climb from the bed. A few moments later he returned and she felt a warm washcloth slide between her legs. Once he finished cleaning up their love making, he slid back into bed and pulled her into his arms.

  "You okay?' He asked.

  "Yeah. I'm better than okay." She smiled, softly dropping a kiss over his heart.

  "That’s not exactly what I had in mind for tonight when I went to get you."

  Krista lifted up onto her elbow. "Oh?"

  "I had planned to tie you to my bed and tease you till you were begging for more, begging for me to fuck you.” He clarified. He watched those beautiful blue eyes widen and heat with lust and she dropped back against the pillows. “Ahh, it appears my little spitfire likes that idea. You want me to tie you to my bed Krista? Hmm? Tie you up and just tease that fucking amazing body of yours till you’re begging for me to let you come?”

  By now, Krista was laying there panting slightly. Her nipples once more puckering and she felt fresh wetness between her legs. Her eyes however couldn’t look away from the stormy orbs of Ethan. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth to answer. “Yes. Yes, Ethan.”

  Ethan leaned over her, his hands on either side of her head, caging her in a way. “Perhaps I could pull out my little black bag of tricks for you.”

  “Bag of tricks?” She whispered.

  Leaning in closer, he whispered into her ear. “Oh yes my dear Krista.” His tongue slid over the shell of her ear making her shiver and whimper. “I have a pair of beautiful nipple clamps that I bet would look stunning on those magnificent tits, two pairs actually. A brand new rope to tie you to my bed. Would you like to feel my new riding crop? Hmm?”

  “Fuck me.” Krista gasped.

  “You’re picturing this now aren’t you baby? You’re getting a clearer picture of what I would want to do to you. Do WITH you Krista.” Ethan kissed her now. His tongue plunging into her mouth, twirling with hers, tasting her. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled back. “I would also like hearing you calling me Sir again. That was pretty hot.”

  Krista’s eyes lid open and she smirked a little. “It was hot wasn’t it.”

  “Fuck yeah it was.” He chuckled. “We’ll have plenty of time for that. Right now we need to get some sleep, I have an early start in the morning.”

  Pulling her tightly to him, Ethan held her as they both drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 11

  He walked down the quiet hallway of the hospital. The only sound at the moment were his shoes on the linoleum floor. He walked with a purpose to the room half way down from the nurse’s station. He smirked to himself at how easy it had been to walk right past the nurses and the two police men.

  ‘Idiots. They think he’s safe. They think they can continue to keep her from me. Well, soon I’ll show them all.’ He thought as he walked into the room.

  The room was dim but he could make out the bed and the sleeping man lying there. He quietly moved to the hanging IV drip, pulled out the syringe and injected the liquid into the Y-junction. Giving it a few moments to work its way into Jerry’s system, the man turned on the light over the bed.

  “Huh? What?” Jerry groaned, his voice sounding groggy from sleep and the drug now seeping into him. “W…what’s happening? What are you doing here?” Jerry inquired as his eyes tried to focus on the man standing over him.

  “You think you can protect her? That Blackout can protect her? Kris will be mine.”

  Jerry’s eyes widened as his muddled brain pieced together what was happening. He reached for the call button, but the man was faster and quickly had Jerry’s wrist bound to the railing. He made quick work of the other. Jerry tried to call out for help, but his tongue felt thick and his vocal cords seemed unable to function. He could only watch in horror as the man pulled out a blade before ripping open Jerry’s hospital gown.

  “This is what disgusting pieces of trash like you deserve.” The man hissed as he made the first cut with blade over Jerry’s chest.

  ***

  Ethan slipped on his harness as he stared down at the woman asleep in his bed. He smiled as he gently tucked a stand of hair behind her ear. Krista sighed in her sleep but didn't wake up. He quietly left the room and headed downstairs. After fixing his to go cup, he climbed into his truck and headed for the office.

  He used the drive to think about the events of the night before. How Krista had submitted so beautifully to him. Did she really want what she said? To give this, whatever the hell it was between them a real shot? Could he be what she wanted. Christ, what the hell was he doing? Getting involved with a client. Yet Krista was no ordinary client. She was his first love, and at one time had been one of his best friends.

  Ethan pulled into his parking place outside Blackout, grabbed his bag and walked in. The first person he saw was Gage. "Morning Gage."

  "Hey boss. How's Krista?" Gage asked, flipping through the file he held.

  "She's fine. Why do you ask?" Ethan answered, lifting a brow.

  "Um, the woman threatened to cut off my balls when I tried to stop her from coming here yesterday. I just want to make sure I'm still on her good side. She's scary when she's pissed." Gage stated, looking up at Ethan.

  Ethan laughed. "Brothe
r you have no idea how scary she can be."

  The two walked into the conference room and found Grant and Lance waiting. "Just got the Fire Department's report." Grant said.

  "What does it say?" Ethan asked as he sat down.

  "The explosives used were a homemade job. The investigator thinks the guy looked up homemade explosives online or something. It was a good homemade job, but with enough mistakes that says this guys doesn’t work with explosives daily. There were traces of ammonium nitrate and what looks like gunpowder. Course, anyone with a basic knowledge of chemistry and the internet could build something like this." Grant reported.

  "Dammit. This asshole's fucking with us now. The cheap gifts, this homemade pipe bomb. What's he trying to say?" Ethan grumbled and he pushed out of his chair and began pacing.

  "Nick also received a letter yesterday." Lance added reluctantly.

  Ethan froze and faced his men. In two strides he was at the table where Lance was laying the letter on the table. His blood boiled as he read the words.

  I warned you to stay away from the police and the F.B.I but you didn't listen. How is your daughter these days? And that faggot agent of hers? Their pain, their injuries are your fault!

  You're making me do these things. Making me hurt my beloved Kris. She and I belong together. I don't want to hurt her but if you continue to keep interfering I will have no choice.

  Mark my words Nicholas Jameson, your daughter will be mine and mine alone!

  "Fuck!" Ethan roared. "Does Krista know about this?"

  "Nick said he hasn't told her yet. He wanted us to see it first." Lance answered.

  Ethan started pacing again as his mind raced. "Alright, I'll call Nick and find out what he wants to do. Gage, get this to Tony. I want you two working whatever tech magic you have. I don't expect us to find anything but maybe we'll get lucky. He's pissed. That means he could make a mistake."

  "You got it." Gage nodded, taking the letter and heading out.

  "With Jerry in the hospital, who's taking care of her fan mail?" Ethan questioned.

  "Krista said she would. All her fan mail is delivered to a P.O. box at the UPS store on Far West Boulevard. When I asked why there instead of the post office, she said her favorite coffee shop is just down the street." Lance said.

  "What are you thinking Ethan?" Grant inquired.

  "If Nick got a letter this morning, there's a good chance she might too." Ethan voiced, his worry crystal clear in his voice.

  ***

  Krista sat at Ethan's kitchen table with her laptop and was about to check her e-mail when a knock on the back door made her jump. Slowly and quietly she stood and made her way to the door. Carefully she peaked through the curtain then sighed when she saw Grant standing on the back stoop.

  "Damn you Grant. You scared me." She chastised.

  "Sorry baby girl," Grant apologized with a sheepish grin. "I thought Ethan would have texted you that I was coming."

  "He said you would be swinging by but I didn’t think it would be a mere ten minutes after he texted me.” She smirked then reached for the coffee pot. “Want some coffee?"

  "Sure." Grant nodded.

  She refilled her cup and poured one for Grant. Handing him his, she sat at the table next to him. “Okay, what’s going on?”

  Grant rubbed the back of his neck debating whether he should tell her about the letter. He decided to let Ethan or Nick tell her the details. "I think I’ll let Ethan fill you in on the details. And before you get pissed, I'm not trying to keep you out of the loop hun, I just think it would be better if you heard it from him. Okay?"

  Krista nodded. "Fair enough. But if you won't tell me what’s happening, can you at least tell me why you're here?"

  "That I can. Ethan thinks that you could be getting a letter soon. Since you'll be getting the mail, he wanted to make sure you weren't alone." Grant explained.

  "He thinks this guy would be watching or could try something?" She questioned, catching on to Ethan’s thinking.

  "It's a possibility. Hell, the guy had enough balls to try and blow up a building. Stalking you as you check the mail wouldn't be out of the realm."

  "I guess not. Well, let's finish our coffee and we can head out. Then maybe you could swing me by Blackout so boss man could fill me in."

  "I think I might be able to do that hun." Grant winked.

  Krista gave him a smile and a wink in return as the two finished their coffee. Once done, she slipped on her own harness followed by her jacket. She locked up Ethan's house and followed Grant to his truck. She gave a low whistle of appreciation at the solid black low rider '52 ford.

  "Now that's a piece of art."

  Grant opened the passenger door and helped her in. "Took me and my dad nearly two years to restore her. She's my baby." He grinned.

  "Ethan told me that you and the others served with him."

  "Yep. Gage was the first one he met. Ethan had been in the Corps about a year when Gage was transferred to their unit. I came in about six months later. Tony and Lance we met once we all got recruited by MARSOC."

  Krista asked. "MARSOC, that's what replaced the Force Recon units right?"

  Grant nodded. "You've done your research."

  "Well, comes with the territory. Especially when I was writing my first series. All my heroes were Marines and the last book included one who had been Recon then recruited by MARSOC." She shrugged. “So, what exactly do you do for Blackout? Other than baby-sitting duty.”

  "I do the same thing that I did for the Corps. I have the fun job, I get to blow shit up and play with guns." He chuckled.

  She laughed hard at that one. "See, that's what I would want to do if I had decided to go into the military. Handle the arsenal. I love things that go boom and big guns."

  "You are a rare woman Krista Jameson."

  "No shit Grant."

  They pulled up at the UPS store. Just like at Ethan's, Grant came around and helped her out of the truck. Whoever thought chivalry was dead had never met Grant Whitney. Krista covertly watched the people around them as they moved to the P.O. Box. She pulled out the key and opened the box. Her heartbeat sped up and she licked her suddenly dry lips. There were about six letters, what looked like the publishing house's annual newsletter and a small square box wrapped in brown wrapping paper with Kris James written in block letters. What also hit her right away was the horrible odor.

  "Grant."

  "What is it?" He asked moving to her side. “Holy hell, what’s that smell?”

  "I think it’s coming from the package he sent. It also looks like it’s leaking something." She answered, trying to stay calm and not gag.

  "Shit. Okay, hang on. Don't touch it." He ordered.

  She watched as he pulled out a small device no bigger than a cell phone. Krista watched in fascination as he quickly, yet efficiently ran the device over, under and around the package. "What are you doing?"

  "Checking for explosives. This little baby will pick up anything except weapons grade plutonium." He said. He let out a sigh and slipped the device back into his pocket. "It's clean. Come on, let's get this stuff and get the hell out of here."

  She started pulling the contents of the box out, but not touching the box. “You don’t have like a plastic bag or something in your truck do you?”

  “Yeah, I think I do. Hold tight.” He answered.

  Feeling suddenly paranoid and jumpy, Krista started rocking on the balls of her feet. Grant hurried back holding up a giant Ziploc bag and a plastic bag. Carefully, Grant helped her slip the wretched smelling and oozing box into the Ziploc bag. She zipped it before placing it in the plastic back and knotting the handles.

  “I want to get out of here. I can’t explain it Grant.” She stated.

  “I feel it too, something’s not right. Come on, let’s boogie.” He agreed.

  ***

  He lay in the prone position, his rifle raised and ready to take aim. He kept his sight trained on the door of the building. He had almost f
ired when he had seen that Marine walk out alone, but made himself refuse the shot. He had a plan and he need to stick to it.

  He needed Kris to understand that he was always watching and that she was his and no one would stand in the way of them being together. Taking several slow breaths, he focused once more on the doors. Any moment now they should be coming out and then he would make his move.

  ***