Free Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr Page B

three nights ago. I could partially
taste Zoey’s arousal and then, her crying out as she came. I knew
what she was doing, I’m not stupid. But hell, my cock was so damn
hard I practically had to throw ice down my drawers. It’s been
three days since then, and we had some luck with Eddy. He said that
someone was boasting and bragging about burning down Zoey’s house
and that Andrew was a fool for wanting to be with her. No clue on
where he is hiding or who he is hanging out with, but it will all
come to light soon.
    As for Zoey, well she has been amazing in the
office. For the first time in a long time, Hawk and I have fresh
coffee that isn’t crunchy, or that we have to buy. Her new system
with entering everyone into the computer when they come in has
saved on paperwork. Although we are on the hunt for Andrew, we
still have a few other cases to deal with. Such as today, we need
to go grab someone who likes to hit his wife. It’s an easy show up
and take him into custody. Guys like this make me mad, but then
again anyone who wants to hurt women and children did the same
thing. It came from when my Aunt Clara was dating a man after my
uncle died. Shaylene would always beg to come over and spend the
night. It wasn’t until we wanted to go swimming, and she didn’t
that we knew something was up. My mom, didn’t say anything other
she just didn’t want to. But I found her crying on my dad’s boat.
Hawk walked right over to her, and lifted the back of her shirt and
small welt marks covered her back. It seemed her mother new
boyfriend didn’t like her around so much, and when mom would leave
he would hit her. At sixteen, both Hawk and I were pretty tall, and
from fishing, stronger than most, so we planned to kill him, well
after we told my dad. As soon as we got to my Aunt Clara’s house,
we found him, drunk on the couch. Hawk didn’t think, but went and
punch him in his junk, then I started. It took my dad, and a few of
the neighbors to pull us off. He was a mess when the cops came, but
in the end he went to jail. And Aunt Clara and Shaylene were safe
again.
    Then everything with Iraq and using children
and woman as bombs or shields. I just didn’t understand how a true
man would cower behind a woman, or child, then hit or beat them.
They both were meant to be protected.
    “You stay here, chéri , we will be back
soon.” She nods, but doesn’t look up from her desk as she types
something out.
    “Be good, and Shay is only a call away, as
are we. Keep the door lock.” Again, she nods. Not what I want.
Walking over to her, I wait until she looks up at me, almost
startled.
    “I’m good. I know, lock the door, keep the
curtains closed, let the phone go to voicemail, and I can work on
typing things out. We have been through this several times. I know
how to be careful, guys. Now go work, so I can too.” She’s getting
more confidence since she came to stay with us too. I like it.
    “Good girl.” Except she rolls her eyes at me.
“Oh, chéri , one thing you should know, I don’t like eye
rolling, it’s disrespectful.” Her eyes widened. “Do it again and I
will tan your ass, ya’ hear?” She nods again.
    “Say it, Zoey, I want to hear you say you
understand.” Her short breathy yes comes out as almost a plea.
“That’s my good girl.” But being so close to her I can smell her
sweet strawberry soap, and it makes my mouth water, or it could be
today she has some type of shiny lip gloss on that makes her lips
look like she has licked them. I lower my head to kiss the top of
hers, holding her face between my hands, but as I finally make
contact, I keep going. First her forehead, then her cheek, then the
other, the corner of her mouth. Her small little gasp is the last
of my undoing and softly I rub my lips back and forth on hers,
getting my first taste of her. She is so responsive, but before I
can deepen it, the phone rings. Shit, what am I doing? I can’t fuck
her. Damn it. I back up and tell her to