Eyes on the Target Page 6

  “Why the fuck would I blow three goddamn months of undercover work for a sick fuck like Verona. Do you know I had to listen to every evil nasty demented thing he said and did with women, not to mention knowing what he did to other people, and not snap his neck in his sleep? We needed him to make the contact with his connection and his distributors. We just started to get Intel on what he was really into, and we only knew a fraction of what he was involved in. Now that is all gone. He never let us in meetings, and just when we thought things were going to head in the right direction, someone gets him right between the eyes. Seriously, are you mental, or is the ice queen thing not really an act, and it froze your damn heart. Because let me tell you something, woman, I have had enough of you and trying to pin shit on us. We didn’t do anything to frame you. We have no need for that. Maybe it was this Thompson guy, did he pull the fucking trigger and take him out just to get into your panties?”

  Jess felt as if she had been slapped, but she wasn’t going to let him see how the damn ice queen comment hurt her. She wasn’t frozen, and she did feel.

  “I didn’t kill him, you damn moron. I was sitting in the next warehouse with Thompson. He needed me more. And for your damn information, I am not the fucking ice queen, I have a goddamn heart too, otherwise I wouldn’t have saved Thompson,” she shouted back.

  “Who the fuck is Thompson?” Preston had now grabbed her arms holding her in place, shaking her and demanding answers.

  “He’s a damn dog you dipshit!”

  “Thank fuck,” and like a dam had busted, his lips were on hers, silencing her.

  Chapter Nine

  Preston didn’t know what the hell was happening. One minute he was yelling at her as she accused him of setting her up, and the next he was kissing her, shoving his tongue in her mouth. Damn this woman could kiss. Her arms went up, grabbing him around the neck. Nothing was stopping him now; he was going to have her. After tonight and all the shit that happened he needed to lose himself, and when she started yelling at him, he lost it. He had never had a woman that pissed at him, and telling him what to do. He had always been with women who would jump if he said to, and never questioned what he said and did. That was fine if he wanted to get laid, but he wanted more, and nothing right now was going to stop him from having her.

  The hotheaded vixen had paraded in his dreams and he had been so damn hard for her he had a small case of blue balls. Not ending the kiss, he pushed her against the fridge, hearing the sound of bottles rattling from the bump. Lowering his hands, he found the small tie that held her robe together and quickly undid it. As the tie unraveled, she stood there naked with her breasts pushed out and nipples begging to be sucked. Needing her more than anything, he grabbed her ass and lifted her up into his arms. She was now sucking on his neck and rubbing her pussy on his erection poking through his trousers. The small whimpering from her had him ready to come in his pants like a teenager, but he fought to keep it contained. No words were spoken, there was just the heat burning between them.

  He went back to kissing her as he pushed his erection into her eager pussy. He needed more, lowering his head slightly he was able to lift her enough to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her moan thrilled him, and made him crave her more.

  “More,” she whimpered. Looking up, he saw her eyes were heavy with her arousal and he needed to be in her. Moving swiftly with her in his arms, he found the nearest surface and sat her down. She must have been as turned on as he was because her hands went to his cock and squeezed them through his pants. The feel of pre-cum leaking from his cock made it even worse as he unzipped his pants. Jess didn’t waste any time freeing his erection as she pumped him up and down while he devoured her mouth.

  “Enough,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing her hand off him. Moving his hands between her legs, he found her wet. Wanting to make sure she was good and ready for him, he pushed one finger inside causing her to moan and throw her head back. He pushed in and out a few more times before adding another finger. Damn she was tight, and the thought made his erection pulse. He quickly withdrew his fingers making her whimper as she seemed to be close to the edge of orgasm. Lining his cock up to her hot entrance, he thrust in one swift move. Jess cried out but didn’t move as he felt her walls hug his cock. Too damn lost in the feeling of her, he pulled out leaving the tip inside before he pushed in again. This time she grabbed his arms to hold on as he too grabbed her hips, pinning her. In and out, he shoved his cock into her, making her cry and moan. The sound was music to his ears. He increased his speed leaving only the sound of skin on skin, her cries, and his grunts. He pistoned into her cunt over and over, not giving her a moment to think.

  “Come for me.” He could tell she was close, he felt her walls closing in around him, her fighting to hold off her own release as she clung to her orgasm for some reason.

  “I can’t,” she whimpered.

  “No, woman, come now,” he yelled at her while he slipped his hand between them and rubbed on her swollen clit with enough pressure on the nub to send her over. She cried out his name. The sound of her and the feel of her coming was enough to make him come too and he pushed as far into her, holding still while his seed bathed the inside of her cunt. Nothing else was said or done as the collected noises of their breathing filled to room.

  A knock at the door startled them, and then Liam disappeared before coming back with pizza in his hand.

  “As hot as that was, dinner is here now, can you get her ass off the stove so I can set it down,” he chuckled. Looking around, Preston just realized he had fucked Jess on the damn stove. Nodding, he pulled out of her; she winced, but then covered up with her robe before jumping down to the ground.

  “Umm, I will just get dressed, plates are in the cabinet to the left,” and then she was gone.

  Preston was still in shock, but the cold air hit his junk and he quickly shoved it back in his pants, zipping them up.

  “I take it she is one hell of a lay,” Liam said, pulling out three plates.

  “Umm yeah, I think she scrambled my brain,” Preston confessed, still trying to catch his breath. He had been with women before, but something called to him with Jess, she brought his inner animal out, and she responded to him more than he expected. Shaking his head, he walked over to the sink and ran his hand under the cold water splashing his face trying to snap out of his sexual haze. Damn, he just had Jess, and now that’s all he could think about. The smell of hot cheese and meat woke him up more as Liam passed him a plate with pizza on it. Walking into the living room, he sat on the couch and started to eat.

  Jess was trying to calm her ragged breathing as she jumped in the shower. She couldn’t believe she just did that, and with Preston of all people. She just remembered him yelling at her, and the next moment she was kissing him as he pushed her against the fridge. A cloud of lust overtook her and she was begging for more. She never begged—ever. Her last boyfriend was get in and get out. He called her frigid, but when he would either bend her over the bed, or lay her down, it became boring and she craved more, and never received it. Maybe it was him; he just didn’t set her off. Normally he would roll over and go to sleep when he was done after removing the condom. Shit the condom. Looking down she saw the evidence they hadn't used one with their combined juices glistening on her inner thighs. She wasn’t on anything, and the fear now that she might be pregnant slapped her. She mentally did the math in her head to try to determine when her last period was, and though she was a couple days off, it didn’t mean shit. Fuck, fuck, and double fuck. That’s what got you into this mess, stupid. Trying to calm her racing heart, she showered. She decided she would act as if nothing happened and if he asked, then maybe she would say something. Maybe. Well there was nothing to say right now. She just had her brains fucked out in her kitchen and now her stomach growled. Not one to hide in the corner, well unless it was to save her ass, she needed to face this, and eat some damn food.

  Shutting off the shower, she got dressed in comfy sweat
s and a t-shirt before heading out to the living room where she found Liam and Preston watching something on TV and eating pizza like they lived there. It was an odd sensation having them both there, but she went into the kitchen and before putting a slice on her plate, she took a huge bite, drawing their attention because Liam was staring at her.

  “Sugar, I just watched the hottest fucking show not more than ten minutes ago, and now you are moaning again. Keep this up and I will be coming in my pants before we can talk. But now that you two hotheads are calm could we talk about what happened tonight, you know like adults?”

  Preston half choked. “Alright, dipshit, I can be an adult for one minute too.”

  She nodded as she took another bite and dished up two more slices on her plate. Not wanting to sit next to either one of them, she sat on the floor.

  “Okay, so what do you have?” She might as well ask them, since they had more information than she did. Hell, she was holed up in a warehouse with Thompson, or in that small cage at the station.

  “Well, all we know is that we were there, Verona got shot, we helped dispose of the body, then came here. We know your prints were found and that you had a huge issue with him. That’s all we know.”

  “Okay, that’s not much, wait you dumped his body, can you do that?” She was confused, she thought the FBI had to report shit like that.

  “Yeah we dumped it, but we put a marker on him, so the FBI can locate him and such, but we still had a part to play, so we dumped it and the other guys took off. But enough about us, what the hell happened with you? We got a text that you were setting shit up. Did you get the footage?” Liam said between bites.

  “Well, about that, it seems that it was shot. I have no clue what happened to it. I got there early and two men were arguing over Thompson, and they wanted to put him down. I couldn’t let that happen, he is such a sweet baby who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Anyway, I set my shit up and took him out. As I left out the back door people started to arrive, and I couldn’t leave, at least not with him in tow. It would look off. So I hid and texted Bubbles to come get me. She said to sit tight, which we did. It wasn’t that long when all hell broke loose and sounds of shots went off, then the sirens and the stupid fucker arrested me, and tried to take Thompson, but Dylan and Chance took him to the vet while my happy ass was processed and stuck in a cage. That’s it.”

  “So you have no footage at all?” Preston pressed.

  “I might have something from the feed, Coffee would have it if anything went through. But it was destroyed. Someone knew it was there. This just feels off,” she spoke. Taking another drink of her beer that somehow made its way to her coffee table. “I mean, we both were there looking into Verona, and the dogs, okay well the dogs was me, but still. Now the chance that someone knew I was at the other warehouse. I’m just not convinced someone wanted him out of the way and I have a few ideas that Coffee is looking into.”

  “That’s fine, we can look into our side, and we need to meet with ATF tomorrow and come up with a list of suspects.” Preston finished his last slice and Liam was already done as the three of them sat watching a show about people that pawn their stuff to get money for stupid crap. Shaking her head at why people pawned, or what they pawned, made her finally realize how tired she was. She tried to hide a yawn, but was unable to.

  “I think we should go. We can call you when we have more information to share. Just text or call anytime.” Preston stood and headed to the door. Liam held his hand out to help her stand. Smiling, she took it without an exchange of words. She walked the men to the door, Preston stop and turned to her. Just staring at her, she didn’t know what to say. He lowered his lips to hers, and gently kissed her sweetly before giving a small crooked grin.

  “Be good, woman, I mean it,” was all he said before he headed out to his SUV. He just left her and Liam at the door. Looking at Liam, she wanted to tell him she was sorry about what happened, when he shoved both his hands in her hair pulling her flush against him, taking her lips like a lightning storm. He wasn’t gentle but commanding and he controlled everything about the kiss. She willingly let him guide her to the back of the door, as he dominated her. She once again felt the wetness pool at the entrance to her pussy as it had not more than an hour before.

  Releasing her lips, he smiled down at her. “Stay safe, our little firecracker. I look forward to more than a kiss later.” Pressing his lips once again to hers before he left her standing at the door. The wind blew around her as she watched the SUV drive away. What the hell is she going to do now? Shaking her head, Jess went inside, after locking up to sleep away the odd night. She needed to pick up Thompson in the morning, and then she'd go from there.

  Chapter Ten

  It had been about two weeks since the whole thing had started. Jess had met Preston and Liam separately a few times for coffee, but she would be called away, or something came up they had to take care of. But most nights they would call to see if she was okay. It was nice, but she was trying to let them focus on their case right now. She admitted she was attracted to both of them, but could there be more? Yes, she went into super slut mode when she slept with Preston and had Liam watch the whole thing. However, her body hadn’t been more alive in all her life since she slept with Preston, and her resolve about busted again when Liam kissed her. There was no need for a fortuneteller to tell her that Liam would be just as amazing in the sack as Preston was. She brushed the rest of Thompson’s fur out as he lay on the rug on the living room floor. Thompson had come home with her the next day after everything had happened. He fit right in and she was happy to find he was house broken. Since she had a small fenced in backyard, it was easy to let him out to do his business, but he loved going on morning runs with her. His poor fur was growing back and after talking with the vet she was happy to find he was a purebred Leonberger. The vet looked into seeing if they could find his home, but nothing had come up. That was just fine with her since she had no desire to give him up. As she brushed him he rested his head on her lap, which seemed to be his favorite place.

  Lost in thought she almost didn’t hear the doorbell, until Thompson barked. Setting the brush down, she made her way to the door, only to find two uniformed officers and two other men in suits.

  “Can I help you?” Thompson had come to stand next to her.

  “Are you Jess Cooper?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  One of the uniformed men grabbed her arm and pushed her inside and up against the wall.

  “Jess Cooper, we have a warrant for your arrest for the suspicion of murder for Shannon Verona.” The officer behind her pulled both hands behind her back and suddenly she had cuffs on her. What the hell? “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” She started to struggled and Thompson started to growl. She heard one man tell the other to call animal control. She knew they would mess with her dog.

  Turning her head, she looked at Thompson as he tried to protect her. “Thompson, go lay down now. Go on boy. Be good and lay on your bed.” The officer continued with the Miranda rights until the last question. “Do you understand these rights as they have been explained to you?” She agreed and waited for the whole patting down process as Thompson lay in his bed whimpering.

  “Do you have any weapons on you at the moment?” She shook her head no because well, it was in the couch cushion above her head when she was brushing Thompson. The dipshit in uniform just like before frisked her and he made sure to check her boobs—twice—before he grabbed her arm, and he wasn’t nice about it as he pulled her to his car, throwing her in the backseat. She didn’t even get to put her shoes on. Sighing, she knew she was in deep shit now.

  Liam was sitting in the office of the FBI room waiting to be briefed on the new development when an email hit his computer stating an arrest was made in the case. Hitting the small inbox link, he was shocked when the picture of Jess popped up. How could they suspect her? She had nothing to do with it. As
he read more about why she was the suspect and being charged he wasn’t surprised to see Preston storming up to him with the same paper printed in his hand.

  “What the hell. There is no way she was the shooter.”

  “Well the evidence said she is, her fingerprints were everywhere on the scene, they found a gun matching the one that was shot, and she had GSR, gunshot residue, on some of her clothes. It was enough to issue a warrant for her arrest for the murder. Plus, the damn Heels for Hire provided her with motive, and the footage she got was useless. I don’t know man, but she is being set up. You and I both know it, but we need to prove it,” Liam responded. This really sucked and the thought of Jess sitting in a cell didn’t sit well with him. “I think we need to call her friends and see what they say. Hell, who is taking care of her dog?”

  “I already called, Bubbles has the dog, which wasn’t too happy about having her taken away. But Rainbow said to meet her at an address to talk with Coffee. They were going to try to see if they will set bail,” Preston stated as he checked his phone. “Well as of ten minutes ago we are on vacation. So let’s see what we can do to clear her.”

  Liam just nodded and headed out after shutting down the computer. Preston drove so he climbed into the passenger seat of the car and they sped off to meet Rainbow and Coffee. The drive itself was only about twenty minutes, but it might as well have been over an hour because of the tension was riding high within the car. Pulling up to the large house, he was shocked. He hadn’t expected one of the Heels for Hire team to be able to afford such a large home. She must have had a wealthy family or something. Walking up the drive, the female with auburn hair opened the door and looked at them as if sizing them up.