Moving to You, page 20
part #1 of Rolling Thunder Series
She turned and those hazel eyes landed on his and it made everything they'd been through these past weeks worth it and then some.
"Come here Angel and relax with me."
She came to him immediately, a soft smile on her lips. They sat reclined on their bed, the seat backs supporting them as they reveled in the quiet and solitude of the moment. He clinked his bottle neck to hers and took a long pull of his beer. Wrapping his free arm around her shoulders he kissed the top of her head, taking the time to inhale the sweet powdery aroma of all that was Kayden.
"Great day today. Dakota is a sweet little gal. I got a text from my mom and she can't wait for Dakota to get home. She asked if she, Molly and Emma could go to my house...our house and paint one of the spare bedrooms and make it girly. What do you think of that? I have to warn you, my house is anything but girly."
Her soft giggle made his heart beat a bit faster. "I think that would be wonderful but I'd hate to put them out. Besides, Emma's pregnant."
He laughed, “Gunnar won't let her do more than she should. Good God he's crazy for her." Her face tilted up to his, her hazel eyes looking deeply into his. "I never understood it, until I met you."
Leaning up she kissed his lips, sliding her tongue along the seam and sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Her warm full mouth captured his and his cock roared to life. Lifting his hips to ease the tightness of his jeans, she giggled into his mouth, her sensuous body climbed over his to straddle his erection. Smooth as a cat, she rocked against him, the heat from her core enflaming his desire.
His tongue slid into her mouth and explored. The warmth wrapped around him, the essence of the beer they drank and her powdery scent mingled together and captured him in a vice. He'd never get enough of her.
Mumbling against her lips, "Get your clothes off Angel."
She giggled against his lips. "You too."
"No worries there."
A few more nibbles on his lips and she scooted off the bed. Setting her beer bottle on the counter she tugged her t-shirt up over her head, folding it in half and laying it on the recliner in the corner. She turned the lights off, leaving only the light above the stove to give off a soft glow. He had no idea she wore one of her sexy lace corsets that she'd designed. It would have been near impossible to focus today had he known that. The black lace garment with the deep purple accents made his cock throb. She wore it well. Twisting to drop his feet to the floor he made haste in tossing his clothing off, shirt first, then his jeans and boxer briefs.
His thick cock stood proud as he settled back onto their bed to finish watching Kayden undress. But as sexy as she was, there was something incredibly arousing about watching a beautiful confident woman unpack her weapons and set them carefully on the chair with her clothes. The side of her lips kicked up as her eyes landed on his. Holding her arms out to the side, she pirouetted and asked, "Do you like this one?"
"I love it. I think as gorgeous as you look in it, it would look much better..." He pointed to the chair, "laying right over there."
Giggling she began unhooking the lacy garnet and with each undone hook her plump breasts revealed themselves a bit more. Very enticing. The swell of her breasts wiggled with each movement. It was like waving a toy in front of a playful cat.
After the last hook she grabbed each side of the front of her corset and held it closed, smiled the most beguiling smile, then slowly pulled it open for him to admire her body. Full breasts, narrow waist which floated into slightly flared hips, his cock twitched. Slowly laying her lingerie on the chair, his eyes permanently glued to her every move. Turning toward him, she slowly shimmied her panties down her long legs, turned her back to him and bent to pick them up from the floor.
Her pretty pussy glistened with moisture proving how aroused she was too and that was even sexier than all the rest. He reached over and slipped his forefinger into her wetness, his eyes locked on his finger as it disappeared into her then slid out covered in her sweet warm honey. "Damn Angel, I love your pussy."
Pushing herself back onto his finger she sighed as he drove into her once again. The tight walls of her pussy clinched his finger and he groaned thinking about how good it would feel around his cock. Pulling his finger out, he promptly slid it into his mouth, closing his lips around it, and moaned.
"God. JT, that's sexy." Her smoky voice floated over him and settled in his groin.
The smile she bestowed on him as she straddled his legs had his heart hammering in his chest. Her fingers wrapped around his thickness, sliding up and down which caused pre-cum to ooze from the tip, which she quickly swirled around his blunt thick head with her thumb. Rising up, she positioned his cock at her entrance, squatting just enough to hold the tip of his dick at her entrance. She grinned, pushing her breasts in his face, which he eagerly pulled into his mouth with a deep suck. A breath whooshed from her lungs at the slight pain and she plunged herself onto his cock. They both groaned and froze as they remembered the sleeping child in the back. Quietly giggling, Kayden whispered in his ear, "You'll need to be quiet while I fuck you JT. Can you do that?"
"Jeezus, you keep talking like that and I'll blow right now."
Moving slowly up and down, the sounds of their mating filled the air. Moist sucking sounds and the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and most thoughts left his mind. Her full breasts bobbing in front of him, his hands alternated between squeezing her ass and her magnificent tits as they danced before him. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched them until she huffed out her pleasure. "Do that again babe. I'm so close."
See? Sexy. He complied with her request and pinched her firmly. She settled onto his cock, and froze as the walls of her pussy fluttered around his dick. The feel of that was absolutely the most erotic feeling and the build behind his groin grew seven fold. She squeezed her kegel muscles a few times in rapid succession and he burst into her, hot and hard. She planted her lips over his to suck in any noise he'd make and he vowed to make sure he came while her mouth covered his over and over again.
Once he could hear anything besides his heartbeat, she kissed his neck, his jaw, his forehead and his lips once more before climbing off of him and grabbing tissues from the box on the counter. She stepped into the bathroom and he took the time to pull the suitcase from under the bed out, grab a pair of jogging pants and slip them on. When she came back into the room, she stopped at an overhead compartment and pulled a blanket and sheets out. He took them from her and they silently made the bed, climbed in and wrapped themselves in each others arms for the night.
Dozing off, fully sated and happier than he'd ever been in his life a sound at the back of the motor home caught his attention. His eyes opened, staring into the darkness as he trained his attention on the direction of the sound. Easing himself from Kayden's arms, he silently slid off the bed and made his way to the back of the camper. Opening the accordion door, he peeked in on Dakota, and found her sound asleep. Without windows in the back, there'd be no way for her to come to harm's way, so he stepped back into the main area and glanced out the windows on either side of the vehicle. Nothing looked out of place and no one seemed to be lurking around. Shaking his head to straighten his thoughts, he silently slid in next to Kayden and pulled her into his arms once again.
Sleepily she asked, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, Angel, everything is perfect."
51
Finishing up the breakfast dishes, Kayden hummed Tennessee Whiskey, as she cleaned. It was the song that was playing on the jukebox when JT came into the bar the second time she'd seen him and it was just the two of them there. She'd thought of him after first meeting him, but he'd been grubby from a long ride and tired. When he'd come back to the bar, he was freshly showered and dressed. A sultry look on his face as the atmosphere swirled around them and she'd rethought that day over and over again since.
The door to the motor home opened and Dakota bounced up the steps, giggling at JT. "Momma, we picked you flowers."
Her giant smile was rivaled only by the large bouquet of flowers she held in her hand. Cone flowers and Blackeyed Susans along with some white flowers similar to Baby's Breath carried in both of her little hands.
"Oh, my, those are just beautiful Kota." Carefully taking the bundle she sniffed the blooms much to Dakota's delight.
"See Daddy, I told you she'd smell them."
Laughing, JT replied, "You were right Kota."
Looking into his handsome face, he winked and dog gonnit, that danced right down to settle between her legs.
"Everything okay out there?"
Helping Dakota settle in at the table his eyes caught hers. "Seems like it. We're ready to go whenever you are."
"I'm ready. Let's get moving. The corn palace is next up."
Dakota squealed then yawned. Chuckling she grabbed her daughter's blanket from the back, “if you need to take a nap Kota, here's your blanket. Pulling from their parking spot they had to drive around the backside of the parking lot and then up a slight incline to reach the top lot. It was still fairly early for vacation time, around 6:30 in the morning, so the place was quiet and serene. The carnival rides still slept and so did the carnies. JT eased the motor home onto the road and then onto the highway.
Not more than twenty minutes into their trip one of the gauges on the dashboard began flashing and smoke began spewing from the back of the RV. It was on the outside, but still not good. Noticing an older dilapidated gas station up the road, he moved over to the side and slowed their speed, hoping to limp along till they could safely pull into the station.
Luck was on their side as he was able to inch the big vehicle to the side of the station and cut the engine. Something about this whole situation seemed off and her stomach twisted while the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Glancing back at Dakota, her little girl had fallen asleep on the bench seat at the table, her tablet hugged to her chest.
JT scooted from his seat and she pointed to her daughter letting him know she'd was sleeping. He nodded, bent and kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I'll go and check it out."
"Okay, I'm going to run in and see if they have milk, we're almost out. I'll lock the door, so take your keys."
He stood and held his hand out to her to help her up. They had to step up and behind their seats to exit the vehicle through the main door. Quietly stepping down and out, she pushed and latched the door, checking to make sure it was locked. JT kissed her quickly on the lips as he walked to the back of the vehicle and she went inside to shop.
Her unease continued to grow and she had a brief moment where she thought it better to wait for another stop to pick up items that weren't a necessity, then chided herself on being silly. A quick check that her gun was in place, her phone in her front pocket and all was covered before stepping into the station.
A young man sat behind the counter, reading something on his phone. His neatly combed blonde hair swept to the side, his blue work shirt clean. She was pleasantly surprised. He simply nodded, not wanting to look away from what ever it was that held his attention so she continued to the back of the store to the cooler section. Finding a half gallon of milk, she picked one, then stepped to the next cooler where the water bottles were stored. Picking two bottles from the slider she turned and walked straight into the wall of chest of a man wearing a black shirt, stretched tightly across his massive chest.
"Sorry." Taking a step back, she craned her neck to look at his face and her blood ran cold.
The man that ran into her at the carnival yesterday stared down at her, his dark eyes menacing and slightly squinted, his jaw tight. He said nothing to her which made a shiver run the length of her body.
Stepping to the side to walk around him, she swallowed the fear climbing her throat when he stepped in front of her. Before she knew it she was grabbed from behind, a big hand over her mouth and an iron like arm wrapped around her waist. Her milk and water spewing all over the floor. She tried to kick behind her and twist in the vice that held her, but no go. In the meantime, the dark sinister man before her cracked a bit of a smile.
Finally he said something and her blood ran cold. "You owe the Devils some money Kayden Leathers, and we aim to make sure we get it back. We think you're rich boyfriend out there will pay dearly to get you back. In one piece."
He jerked his head and the man holding her started moving them to a hallway hidden by cases of beer stacked head high. Frantically looking around for anything to make noise she kicked at the cases, causing one of the stacks to fall over. The relief she felt was short lived as the school boy clerk came to the back and saw the mess. "Aww, what the fu..."
He froze when he saw them. The devil in front of her said in a low gravelly voice, "You don't say jack, you got it? We'll come back here and take care of you."
The blond head bobbed up and down, no further words came from his throat.
Once again she was being dragged down the hall, her arms reaching back to claw at the man behind her, hoping to find his eyes, she fought with everything she had. His grip loosened and she tried to run only to see the dark devil reach up with the butt of his gun and clock her on the head. After that, her world went dark.
52
Unlocking the back hatch of the motorhome, JT waved away the steam and smoke that rolled out. As the fog cleared he could see into the motor compartment and where the steam came from. They had a cracked hose to the radiator. Looking at the size and then glancing around the area, he had no idea how long they'd be sitting here in the parking lot waiting for someone to come with a new hose. It was doubtful that this station would have one that would fit, but he'd go in and check, just in case. Opening the side garage in the back of the vehicle he pulled a couple of rags from a bucket he had back there. Wiping his hands and letting the steam float away, he walked to the back of the vehicle again to take a closer look at the size he'd need.
Peering closer, his stomach churned as he saw a perfectly clean cut on the top of the hose. Someone had cut their radiator hose. Cutting it on top meant there'd be no leaking, no evidence, but as they drove down the highway the heat would pump water through the hose, causing it to over heat.
"Son of a bitch." That noise he heard last night must have been someone cutting this hose.
Looking toward the door of the gas station, he waited for Kayden to come back to the vehicle so Dakota wasn't out here alone. Resting his hand on the back of the RV, he wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt, the dread creeping into his body, his stomach growing sour.
He closed the hatch, walked to the door of the motor home and unlocked it. Peering inside, Dakota was still napping and he was at a loss as to what to do. Wake her and bring her in, leave her here and hope she didn't wake while he ran inside to see if they had a hose that would fit. This was a decision he never thought he'd have to make.
He stepped inside the camper, and filled a plastic pitcher with water, careful to be quiet. Stepping back out he refilled the radiator with water, climbed back into the motor home and started it up. Moving closer to the door of the station, directly in front where he'd be able to watch the door from inside in case Dakota woke, he glided it to a stop, and stepped outside, locking the door once again.
The chime above the door announced his entrance as he glanced around looking for Kayden. He could hear someone toward the back of the store stacking boxes and moved to the far side of the store, glancing down each aisle as he went, keeping the window and camper door in plain view. Spying the young stock boy, or whoever, he called out, "Hey, have you seen the woman who came in here a few minutes ago? Blonde, beautiful."
The young man froze and stared at him. Trying again, "Can you hear me?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Well? Where is she?"
"Ah."
A knot the size of a watermelon grew in his stomach, quickly walking to where the man stood he looked at the mess, then down the hall way and saw the door from the back.
"What the fuck happened here and I'm telling you right now, you'd better start talking." Glaring at the blond man, he saw his bottom lip shaking. His hands too. "They. They took her."
Keeping his voice as calm as he could he asked, "Who took her?" His stomach twisted more as each second passed.
"The...devils."
"Devils? The Dakota Devils?" Oh. My. God. "How do you know?"
"Look mister you can't tell them, they said they'd come back and get me."
"How. Do. You. Know?" He glared, his fists balled and he stepped forward for good measure.
"Tats...tattoos." Swallowing he continued. "They had the club tat on their arms."
"Fuck." He yelled. Running to the back of the hall he hoped and prayed they'd still be there, some thing, anything to give him a clue. There was not a trace. He ran back to the front of the store to check on the motor home and make sure the door was still closed and relief swamped him to see at least that in tact.
"What were they driving?"
"Black van."
"Mother fucker!" Why didn't he listen to that niggly feeling he had about that van?
Okay, he needed to call the cops and then get on the road. He needed to get Dakota some where safe and then he needed to find Kayden. Pulling his phone from his back pocket he dialed 911.
As soon as the dispatcher answered he rattled the information off like an auctioneer. "My name is JT Sheppard and my fiancé, Kayden Leathers, has been kidnapped by the Dakota Devils. I need help."
He paced back and forth as he answered the dispatcher's information. Their location, what had happened as far as the attendant could recount the information. But, his patience was wearing thin. They had her. Lord only knew what they'd do to her.
