Free Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) by Dakota Trace Page A

“I doubt they’ll even realize we stopped. We’ll probably still get there before them, even if we do stop and take an hour supper break. They said something about meeting up with someone called Brigit. She evidently has some information about your attack.”
     
    Micah tensed. “I wish they’d just leave it alone. It’s none of their business…”
     
    A boom of laughter echoed through the vehicle. “You’ve got a screw loose if you think Dickens is gonna let your attack go. He’s like a goddamn dog with a bone when it comes to you. He’ll find out who attacked you and make them pay.”
     
    “But it’s not their…”
     
    Ethan gave a put out sigh. “You just don’t get it, do you? Whether you think it’s over between you or not, Jude Larson still considers you his friend, even if you never let him into your bed again. And he protects his friends. Hell, when we were in the Rangers, nobody fucked with the rest of the unit – his wrath was legendary.” He grinned at Micah through the rearview mirror. “Now enough of that – it’ll put me off my feed for sure if I think about it too long and hard, and I’m hungry. The three sandwiches the missus made me for lunch are long gone. And I’m a growing boy.”
     
    Surprise rushed through Micah. He’d seen the sandwiches Ethan had eaten – the lucky bastard. Piled high with what looked like succulent roast beef, sharp cheddar cheese, thick slices of ruby red tomatoes, and crisp lettuce on sliced baguettes, they’d had his mouth watering.
     
    “Anyway I know this place just a few miles ahead. It has the best Cajun food around. We’ll stop there and grab something. They have big portions that will stick with us until we get to the safe house. We have at least another hour drive before we get to where we’re going.”
     
    His stomach heaved. “Oh dear lord, don’t let it be a Popeye’s.” He’d tried their spicy chicken when he’d first moved down here, and the result was heartburn for days afterwards.
     
    “Naw, man – that lame ass chicken can’t even be considered Cajun. The place we’re stopping has the best seafood jambalaya around. I have to stop there every time I get out this way.”
     
    Micah groaned. “Please tell me you have antacids with you.”
     
    “Light weight.” Ethan groused. “But yeah, they have a menu for you Northerners who can’t handle true Cajun food.”
     
    “Kiss my ass, White Hawk,” he said without any heat. He was slowly getting used to the man’s offbeat sense of humor.
     
    They slowed down as a small mom and pop restaurant came into view. Ethan flicked on the turn signal. “Sorry, I don’t swing that way. Besides I think I’ll leave that to Dickens and Olivia.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Following his luscious Mistress’s ass up the walk to the older home at the northern end of the French Quarter, Jude felt the familiar pull of need. It didn’t matter they were going to meet the infamous Mistress B.B. to talk about her findings and get a plan of action together. What mattered was the fact his body – even though replete from his quickie earlier in the day - thought it was playtime.
     
    Standing behind her as Olivia knocked on the door, he wondered if after all this business with Micah’s attack was over, he could convince both Mistress and Micah to come here and have a scene. It’d been too long since he indulged in a threesome at the club. In fact, the last time had been the memorable night when he’d accepted the fact there was nothing wrong with wanting to submit. Now he hungered for another threesome – this time with the two people who held his heart.
     
    His jaw dropped as the largest man he’d ever seen in his life answered the door. Standing just shy of seven feet, the man had long flowing blond hair which laid rumpled across his massive shoulders. He has to be pushing three-seventy five. But it wasn’t his sheer size that floored Jude. It was the fact the man was wearing a collar