Free Jessica (Tucked In 2) by N Kuhn Page B

over.
     
    This time, finishing with me, Tuck’s undoing has him lying limp on top of me. Both of us panting, trying to catch our breath, but not wanting to move, I let out a cry when he withdraws himself from inside of me. I feel whole again, with him there. We belong together. I know I’ve caused this man so much pain, but this has to show him how much we need to be together. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls my naked body up flush against him, his warmth encompassing me, and lulling me back to an easy sleepiness. I’ll worry about us later, for now, I relish the fact that he’s laying here with me, and no one else. I’ve only dreamed of this moment for years. Smiling at myself in the dark room, I drift back to sleep. 

Chapter 13
     
    Jessica wrapped in my arms, sleeping soundly against me, I feel nostalgic. It’s much like old times. I do love this woman, but I’m good enough at my job to know that she’s holding something back from me. She’s keeping something secret and it can either be nothing or it can be deadly important. Either way, she had better spill it soon, or she’s going to end up tied to a chair while the guys and I run this mission. I can’t worry about her turning on us, or getting hurt. Part of me wants to lock her up, just so I can make sure she’s really mine again. But the years of what she’s already been through, that’s just not something I can do to her. She needs to get out there and experience a real life. She is going to need to grow and reacquaint herself with the world.
     
    Unable to fall back asleep, I just stare down at her pale body curled around me. The little moon light drifting from my window falls perfectly over her. Running a finger lighting down her spine, she shivers against me. I pull the blanket up over her, covering her nakedness. As I start to drift off, my cell phone buzzes next to my head, and the alarm panel next to my door lights up like crazy. Jumping up from the bed, I rush to my window, grabbing the night vision binoculars sitting on the dresser. Looking out the window, I see three guys heading up my driveway, in a line, guns drawn. They look much like the guards I saw at the base. She set me up. She told these guys where to find me. That bitch.
     
    Angrily, I stomp over to my bed, ripping the blanket off of her.
“Get the fuck up now.” I yell at her. Shock and fear spread across her face as she sits up, looking around, as if trying to figure out where she is.
    “Tuck, you scared the shit out of me. What the hell,” placing her hand on her chest, as if relieved to see it’s me, I’m not falling for it.
“You want to tell me why there are three men with guns walking up my driveway right now?”
    “What?” Either she’s a really good actress, better than I remember, or she is genuinely shocked. She jumps from the bed and rushes to the window. I hand her the binoculars.
“No, no, no, no,” she keeps repeating, curling up into a ball on the floor beneath my window. She begins to rock, hitting her back on the wall. The goggles falling from her hand as she pulls her knees up to her body and continues rocking back and forth, chanting, “No, no, no, no.”
     
    Shit. She didn’t do this. They must have followed her some other way. Crouching in front of her, I scoop her into my arms, and drop her on the bed, where she continues to shake her head in disbelief. I can only imagine the horrors that she has gone through, to make her this afraid of what one man can do. The hopes that she must have built, just coming to me, knowing I can protect her. I won’t let her down this time. Grabbing my .45 from beneath the pillow her head is on, I check the clip and my door flies open. Quickly covering her with the blanket, I see Buzz in the doorway, holding up two fingers and pointing to the rear of the house. The alarm panel in his room must have woken him up. Each room has a panel, and binoculars. The first floor of my house, would be considered a