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CHAPTER TWELVE

Blanche was whipped. Beaten. She had no fight left in her. This was not any scenario she would have figured for herself when she decided to take the shortcut across the bridge what seemed now a million years ago. She could very easily ride out of town. She had no problem traveling off rode or on. Her versatility and her usual cold lack of feeling made her a formidable foe. She had forgotten to leave her heart behind.

As she rode towards the jail, Jason and Dana were behind her. They were tailing her. Dana was in the police car with two hulking Norte Mexicali. Hawk rode off in an ambulance. Blanche waited in the very small lobby of the sheriff’s department for the men to file in.

Jason assumed Dana’s duties and frisked her. “Hold your arms out,” he ordered abruptly.

She lifted, slowly. She was in a good deal of pain. He mistook her slowness for resistance and he lost his temper. He grabbed her and shook her. Blanche cried out and her voice filled the room.

“What happened? Did you get poked by one of your weapons?” Jason asked glibly. He would never believe a single thing about her again except that he could never trust her.

“I ought to bust her on burglary charges,” said Dana. “In fact, I will.”

Blanche couldn’t react to their threats and teasing; her body was throbbing. She had most definitely torn something. A fine perspiration wet her forehead. Jason was way gentler when he investigated her. “What is it? Although I am not sure why I am asking you since you don’t tell the truth.”

“I am sore. I pulled something," she complained.

"Yeah, like my leg," he snapped.

Blanche was in no mood whether she deserved it or not. "If you’re going to arrest me,” she rasped, “please do it. I need to lie down. Please.” She could hardly speak but added, “If I can, I need to have an ibuprofen.”

“Wait,” he said. She stood while he felt her pockets very thoroughly. At first, he frisked her. Then his exploration became more intimate. His fingers grazed the soft, sensitive flesh of her abdomen as pulled potential projectile from her. He reached into her shorts and groped her for more, even though she thought that was a bit overkill. He pulled her neckline away from her body and put his hand under her bra to check out every potential hiding place. She was so mixed up, tired, and overloaded; she didn’t know whether she should acknowledge, even to herself, that she liked his touching her. She wanted to collapse into his arms and make the rest of the world go away. He gave her one more inspection before being satisfied that she was not armed.

“Just lock her up. I can’t get to her right now. I have to secure the hospital. Word gets back to that filthy, hounding drug cartel that we have injured one of theirs–" Dana said gruffly.

“Wait,” pleaded Blanche. “If you leave me here, I am a sitting duck. I need to at least be able to talk to my employer. I am the only one who can keep them from raining down on you.” Then she swallowed hard to admit, "And in my heart I am not longer one of them."

"What heart!" Jason exclaimed.

Her head spun and she wasn’t even sure if she was even making sense. She thought she was going to make another point but, instead, she passed out in Jason’s arms.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Blanche came to and she was sure she was in a dream. She was naked beneath cool, luxurious sheets. A beautiful plantation fan circled above. Unless she was suffering from delusion, she was not in any jail cell. She propped herself up on her elbows and immediately regretted it. She wrenched with pain. Of all the physical activities that she had endured, it figured that a simple walk across a garage would incapacitate her. This was major pain, a serious injury. It felt like her rotator cuff. She took a deep breath and saw that Jason Fowler was in a plush chair, watching her.

“How did I get here?” she asked. She had absolutely no idea.

“It seems you were dehydrated. You were feverish there for a while. We thought you would be safer here,” he answered.

“Who thought I would be safer completely naked?” she could not help tease. She could feel, in the near darkness, across the room from him, that that was not the right thing to do.

He was pissed. “Your guys threatened our town. We thought, because my house is built out of the mountain, this would be the safest place–”

“Because you would have less to defend,” she finished for him. She threw the sheet back and got out of bed. “Where is my gun?” The sight of her nude body in the moonlight threw him, she could see. She had forgotten herself for a moment. She went into all business mode, “I am not trying to be cute. I got you guys into this mess. I will help get you out. If I can’t have my gun, at least let me get dressed.”

“Get back in bed,” he growled. “You are going to get well and then you are leaving.”

"You're exhausted. You can't stand guard of me for the rest of my life." It hurt to hear him so angry with her. Finally she said, “Understood. But I am not going to stand by and let stuff happen when I know I can make it better.”

He got out of his chair in a flash and stood toe to toe with her naked body. His breathing was labored and she knew he could go either way. Punish her or make love to her. “You’ll do what I say, when I say it as long as you are in my house, in my town. They are after our gold and you were here when we were discussing that, so you know now they don't want to deal drugs to us.

"They came in here to do business with an ex-town member who ran off at the mouth. They tried to lure a few of us with drugs. I guess that didn't work, so they sent you and tried to weaken us with pussy."

Blanche flinched. She loved it when he talked dirty to her, but not like that. It was cold referring to their magnificent chemistry that way.

"So," he continued, "I would rather you did not communicate with your boss. I am your boss from now on, got that?”

“Yes,” she replied and then added, to be fresh, “sir. Whatever you say, sir.”

She riled him. “I ought to beat you,” he hissed. "Have you been listening?"

“Loud and clear and you already slapped me. Why don’t you get off your high horse and admit we are all imperfect. I am trying to right a wrong,” she refused to cry. She wanted to. She wanted to get drunk and reckless and spend a week in bed with him.

“Coming into town to murder someone is not a mistake. Adding two and two together and getting five is a mistake," he said coldly.

“But not adding one and one to get an even better one,” she said to melt his heart. “I came into town to do something I didn’t think I would care if I did it. But then I met you and not only did I find out I was wrong, I found out I wanted out for good.”

“Spare me,” he snapped. “How many people have you killed?”

“El Salvador is just one name to apply to anyone who works for Norte Mexicali. Sometimes we are women; sometimes we are men. We mix it up so no one can figure who is the El Salvador. I, personally, have never killed anyone.”

“But you were willing to,” he scoffed.

She shook her head. "I had no idea. Their pressure turned me around. You don't say no to the Norte Mexicali drug cartel. And they made sure. The price was right. At first. But then I met you –” she started. Once she began pouring her heart out, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop.

“Give me a break and, please, shut your mouth,” he said.

She could tell from the slight falter in his voice, he wasn’t so sure of himself. “It seems so easy for you to treat me like shit, Mr. Fowler. There are Norte Mexicalis who wouldn’t even treat me the way you have treated me. There are some who would never strike a woman.”

“Whatever. So I am worse than the people you work for, is that what you are trying to tell me?”

“No, I think you are finer than that,” she cried. “I –“

“Shut,” he said emphatically. “Up. Or I will shut you up. Now back to bed.”

“No,” said Blanche. “No. I want my clothes and I want to stay up and wait.”

Jason overruled her. He swept her naked body up with the intention of tossing her onto the plush mattress. She wailed with everything she had. It had to be a rotator cuff. Her entire back was twisting, it seemed, and the pain was excruciating.

Reflexively, he crawled up over her, straddling her hips as she writhed on the bed. “Baby,” he said before he could think, “I am so sorry, let me see.”

They both stopped in their tracks and stared. So much for hating her. He was on top of her, his hips placed with hers. She was sprawled naked in the light of the night’s sky and atop a bed. Jason leaned down and kissed her lips so tenderly. It was the moment she had yearned for since forever.

She kissed him back, reaching gently up to run her fingers through his beautiful hair, to run her fingers down his magnificent physique. She managed to roll over on to her belly as he kissed her all over the sensitive surface of her back.

He was kissing to make her feel better. On her stomach, the injured muscle didn’t seem to be agitated. She jutted out her butt, offering herself to him. He leaned to kiss her curves there, as well. He stalked over her as she writhed, this time, in pleasure for him.

He licked her ear before whispering, “Damn you.”

From that moment, it was a frenzy. His hands took hold of her, finding the hot, wet entrance of her body. Touching, exploring, possessing. He unfastened his clothes. She felt the graze of the soft skin encasing a hard-as-oak erection. And it was for her. Soon, they would be joined. Her mind raced with anticipation.

“Please,” she heard herself begging. “Please.”

Soon enough, he was buried inside of her, as deeply as he could go. She released a heavy sigh as she finally got what she wanted…what she needed. Jason felt different at this joining. He was definitely less sweet and more animal.

He wasn’t rough, but more commanding, manipulating her body to his whim. He hiked her knees up towards her to push her butt upward. He pumped her steadily, working her body up into an erotic lather. She was slick. He took her moisture and lubricated yet another opening. Blanche knew what he was going to do.

“I need your ass,” he whispered. He gently situated her to her side so they were spooning and he entered her again.

To feel him there was beyond exquisite. It brought their passion to an instant culmination. There was something intensely powerful about finding pleasure while being taken this way. For her, it was a rare but exquisite experience.

Jason was the perfect partner for it. He was so wickedly well endowed; their chemistry was hypnotic and his technique, so masterful. In a few thrusts, she was clenching hard. The passion was so intoxicating that she was in and out of consciousness. It was like sex with him was a drug. Surreal.

He was right behind her in his pleasure, crying out with the same sweet agony that she had known before.

Quickly, Blanche dashed for the bathroom to wash up. Her body was sore and she boldly helped herself to a hot shower. Jason silently joined her. Despite their awful history, they were so amazing together.

They spoke each other’s language, countered each other’s rhythm, and had the same, lustful appetite. They washed completely in the soothing hot water, but it was only a matter of moments before they were kissing again. Their passion was almost like an illness that was sated, but only briefly.

The heat from the water warmed his body nicely. Blanche grabbed a towel resting on a hook and threw it to the shower floor, so she could comfortably rest her knees. She needed to take him into her mouth. He was hard for her as her movement signaled her intent. The taste of him was wondrous in the rushing water of the shower.

She ran her hands over the planes of his spectacular muscles, his firm ass. He was just a beautiful man. She let her hands travel from the sumptuous curves of his backside down to the soft and tender structures nestled beneath. He moaned. He liked being touched there. She dared to drag her tongue along them and up the length of his shaft.

“Oh God,” he cried out. He was going to come. Blanche thrust him into her mouth, guiding him to the soft, warm flesh of her cheek as she drew against his length. He pounded steadily as she agitated him. And soon she could taste the salty, hot liquid of his semen. Blanche flicked her tongue about his head mercilessly while kneading his testicles. He was in heaven.

She stood, covertly rinsing her mouth with the still hot shower water. They dried off. He offered her a towel. The warm water coupled with the sexual adrenaline seemed to alleviate her soreness for the time being. Blanche was certain she could sleep.

Blanche and Jason had only known each other for a short while, but each knew of the other long before they met.

In the wee hours of the morning, just before the dawn, Blanche reflected that she loved him. He made her body tremble and her heart warm. She loved him more than money and security. By openly betraying the Norte Mexicali, she had risked her life for him, for the town she wanted to be a part of, but would never be.