Night Desires 4 ---------------------------------------------------- Jake Wilson and Sam Blackwell arrive at Pat's acreage, surveillance begins. ---------------------------------------------------- By William DuPain Pat woke up the next morning to the sound of persistent pounding at the front door of his home. Looking around he discovered he was alone; which meant the girls had made their way to their own beds sometime before sunrise. Pat threw his legs over the side of the bed and slid into a pair of clean boxers then got up and headed for the door. He had a pretty good idea who it was making all the noise and when he opened the door ... no surprise, it was his old pal Jake. "Damn Pat, you look like shit and I don't smell any coffee either," he said with a grin. "Just got up Jake, take about ten minutes for the brew," Pat told him as he headed for the kitchen. Pat headed for the galley and did the little water and filter routine then flopped down into a kitchen chair to get his bearings. "Didn't really expect you this soon Jake," Pat told him. "Yeah well, you gave me the willies when we talked, so as soon as I got the mufflers finished I loaded everything into the motor home and hightailed it on up here," he said. "Look there are some things I didn't explain that I had better set straight right now. First there are two very sexy vampires staying with me," he said with a grin. Jake sat there looking at his old friend for an inordinately protracted period of time without saying anything, but at last he said, "You're jerking my chain here ... right Pat?" "No sir old friend ... I wish that were the case, but this is on the level." "We are talking about blood sucking creatures that fly around, freak out at the sight of a cross, and sizzle like bacon in daylight ... right," he asked? "Yep," Pat replied. "You're fucking crazy, what the hell kind of shit you on out here in the boonies" Jake answered, stone cold sober! "Yeah, I know the feeling, but its true, except crosses don't bother them and they can't fly any better then you and I," Patrick explained. Patrick poured two cups of hard, black Columbian coffee, and gave one to Jake and then sat down with the other himself. He explained about the drug and what had brought the girls into his home. Then told him about his conversation with the vampire prince Victor Rawlings. And watched, as Jake went tense and silent, when he described their chance encounter with the ghoul at the Seven Feathers club. "When Blackwell arrives you need to set an electronic perimeter out away from the buildings, far enough to give us some advance warning," Jake said. "My thought as well," Pat told him. "I'm going to need to modify the ends of your blowbacks to fit the silencers properly, but you know that," Jake told him. Patrick retrieved both the semi automatics from there hiding places and handed the pair to Jake. "Well you may as well visit my little shop of horrors and keep me company while I work ... it won't take long," Jake said. They headed out to the Zephyr and climbed in, Patrick noticed that Jake had done some remodeling since he was last inside the big motor home. Gone was the couch and swivel chair next to it and in its place was a narrow long workbench, with assorted equipment bolted to it and a hide away stool tucked neatly underneath. As Jake took measurements he questioned Pat about their plans for the warehouse after they found out how the drug was passed. He wasn't surprised to hear that he wanted to take it down and capture their computers. It was all-tentative of course without Blackwell present to confirm any plans they might come up with. When Jake had finished they headed for the back of the barn, and standing in front of the door that exited from the kitchenette, prepared to test the pair of SW99's. "Look, this isn't a screw on affair, push this little round ball in and then shove the suppressor on the barrel, if you don't hear a click as the shears lock into the grooving turn it slowly until you hear the click. When you finally have the two balls into the recesses, "you'll know from the click" let the button go and the shears will extend into the grooving," Jake explained! Patrick fitted the silencer on the end of the smith SW99 and slipped in the clip, three rounds fired in rapid succession and the 99 leapt in his hand with no more than a whisper. The suppressors were a little longer than Pat would have liked, but the 40 caliber needed the distance to turn its roar into a whisper. "Puff ... puff, puff, "I like it," he told Jake with a grin! "Yeah and with the length you don't need to worry about a flash suppressor I vented it for the light," he explained with a grin. So like a pair of kids with their first bb gun the two stood there and terrorized the brightly colored paper targets at the other end of the homespun target range. When the two were finished letting all that macho hang free, they headed back to the house going through the old converted barn this time. As they stepped out of the building they saw three black, Chevy Tahoe's in the drive with the passengers just starting to unload. The men were all dressed in black business suits and the lone female of the group, in a smart looking dark navy suit jacket and skirt affair. "Sam Blackwell Mr. O'Neil, pleased to make your acquaintance," the tall, slender, older man said, as he offered his hand. "Didn't expect you this soon Mr. Blackwell, you must be tired after your long trip," Pat commented. We were dispatched soon after your phone conversation with Mr. Rawlings Sir, and no I'm not tired at all to be honest," he responded. Sam Blackwell had the look and feel of a seasoned hunter Patrick noticed, as he watched the older man scope the buildings and surrounding grounds. He was not overly handsome, nor was he especially homely, he was slightly gray in front of his ears. But you knew from the set of him that he was alert and well able to take care of himself. "Mr. Rawlings my employer has instructed me to place myself completely under your command sir," he began. Patrick interrupted him, "Mr. Blackwell, I would rather approach this task as a shared leadership between yourself and I. I'm a long time out of the service now and would feel much better if you were in complete control of the day to day surveillance that will take place ... given your ongoing recent experience," he told the older gentleman. "Thank you Mr. O'Neil I appreciate the nod, I would like to set some beam alarms around the property if you don't mind and if you'd allow me to, a warning buzzer in your home itself. I'd like to place the beams far enough away to allow us some reaction time, our computer will monitor them continually of course, and I hope you have no objections to guns Mr. O'Neil," he stated. "Do what you think best, and no, I have no aversion to firearms at all, now let me show you where you can set up a command post if you'd like," Pat replied. Introductions were then made all around between Jake, Patrick and the Rawlings surveillance team. Pat had noticed Jake eyeballing the cute little redhead that had came with Victor's team and smiled as he stepped off in the direction of the barn, wondering where that might lead. He Gave Sam the once around inside and showed him the power outlet locations, and then took him upstairs and out on the balcony ledge that faced the end of the drive. "This will work well Mr. O'Neil now if you don't mind sir I'd like to get a couple of my people started placing the equipment around the perimeter," he said as they left the upstairs room. Back down on the ground Sam Blackwell began to bark out orders and gear was unloaded from the vans. Pat being naturally curious by nature took a peek into some of the crates and he found a score of Mac 10's with suppressors and all kinds of high capacity clips. He also located at least two, M4A1 Socom's with day and night glass done up in a flat black finish, plenty of spare ammo and a Medic's molly bag. Patrick, impressed that this team meant business, and was capable of doing business, turned to observe the activity-taking place around him. Wondering how long it would be before the fireworks began between Miss Sadie Pratt and one Jake Wilson, it was going to be interesting, he mused. "Dooley take Sadie and start planting the sticks I want the beam up by nightfall, Vandees get the computer set up in the barn. John and Tim start toting the ordinance into the command post then move the vehicles behind the command building and out of sight," Blackwell's orders created a beehive of instant activity; as the work of securing their new compound began. The work went well enough, except for a few brief exchanges between the redhead and Jake, provoked no doubt, by the big gumshoe himself. The beam was operational long before it was actually needed and the flood lamps were in place, they were set up to flash automatically if the beam was broken. Vandees had got the computer up, and was testing the feed from the perimeter, all the other gear had found a suitable storage area and it looked as if things would be ready by nightfall. Sadie was livid with anger at Mr. O'Neil's friend, every since her arrival the big gumshoe Jake Wilson's eyes had been boring holes through her ass and she was just about fed up with it. In another setting she might have been flattered, but this was work ... dangerous work, and she really didn't need a lovesick moose following her around the compound getting in her way. "Right then, good job people," Blackwell intoned, as the crew was close to finished. "Tonight we will begin a two man guard to watch around the grounds the last team on needs to get to sleep early tonight that will be Dooley and Vandees, myself and John will take first watch Sadie and Tim the second. These shifts will rotate so no one gets stuck in a rut and remember to stay within the perimeter of the beam," he finished with a smile. The light was beginning to fade as Blackwell approached Patrick, "With your permission Mr. O'Neil I would like to take one man from the team and do a quick and easy drive by of the target just to get a visual of the layout. It shouldn't take over an hour," he said. "As I said earlier Sam, you're the head of surveillance here. Do you have radios in the Vans," Pat asked the older man. "I doubt that we'll disembark, and we have cell phone to stay in contact with you, but yes, as a matter of fact we have a complete set for everyone here, by the way would you mind terribly keeping an eye on my team while I'm away," Sam asked him? "Will be happy to Sam," Patrick responded. They shook hands as Patrick broke off and headed fort he house, behind him Sam called John Tipton to escort him. John grabbed a Mac 10 and several clips as well as a sidearm and knife then headed for the van that Sam had already turned around. John slid into the front passenger seat and the large lumbering tactical unit roared off down the driveway. The girls should be awakening before long "Patrick thought," as he headed for the kitchen to see if there was any coffee left. He poured a cup of the cold liquid and placed it in the microwave to warm. He sensed her behind him then felt her hands on his shoulder, "Hello Lila," he said before turning around. "Hello lover, is that for me," she purred. "Yes love ... it is," he smiled. He felt Lila place her cheek against his back and then reach around to squeeze the bulge in front of his pants. He felt the rush of passion again as he sensed lips lightly sucking the head of his organ and her whispers in his mind. Words of adulation that only fueled his libido and made him want the woman then and there. Patrick turned to face the beautiful vampire and his lips rushed to hers as his hand plunged into her undergarment to tease the damp folds of her mound there. She pulled back and raised her eyes to his inhaling deeply before she spoke, "I don't know how I made it before you lover, but I certainly wont be able to do without you now," she said. He pushed her back toward the large oak table and lifted her up on it when they bumped the edge. He rushed the sheer nightgown she wore up around her hips and peeled the bright crimson panties off her legs. Patrick stood, freed himself, and took her without a kiss, or a single spoken word between them. Her eyes held his face, as he had her there, in a quick and brutal kind of way. But Lila's eyes loved him, filled with adoration for every beautiful sensation he made within her body. She could feel his savage need and understand his brutal rush; it was what she wanted too. Her small slim arms went about his thick, hard neck, and her lips caressed the smooth skin at the top of his shoulder, as she rushed toward climax like a high mountain avalanche. "~ I want to taste you so badly Patrick, ~" he heard her whisper! He felt her spasms begin and felt the light tingling scrape at the side of his neck as she pierced him, just breaking the skin, he felt her emotions peak when his blood entered her mouth. Then her head flew back as she screamed, caught in the fearsome clutches of her orgasm. Patrick felt the power of his vampire lover as a swirling force of warm pleasure all over his body, as she whispered in his mind how deeply she loved him. Then he came like a volcano, his cum filling her like waves of hot lava, she clutched him tightly with her passage, as the last of his hot seed impacted against her uterus, he was physically drained when he finished emptying himself inside her body. He was not harmed by the bite; Lila didn't take enough blood to really make a difference, but it did enhance her ending. Patrick pulled out of the tight, slick slit, of Lila's body and sat in one of the nearby chairs, Lila was immediately in attendance kneeling before him. She took his swollen member in her mouth and gently sucked him clean, then put it away, and closed him up and then laid the side of her face on top of his leg. Patrick felt Laura's arms slip over the top of his shoulders felt the warm nuzzle of her lips on his neck where she kissed him. "~ I won't pressure you for sex my love, I'm aware of what this young nymphomaniac has done to you, but you have my love Patrick, ~" he heard her giggle. "At the moment I greatly appreciate that Laura, I need to check on things in the barn," he sighed. Patrick made himself as presentable as possible and then started to head for the door but Lila hooked her arm in his and smiled up at him. "May I go as far as the front lawn with you," she asked him? "Yes," he said, smiling. He opened the door for her watching her bottom as she stepped out into the darkness; she passed through it, as if it had been made for her alone. She turned in front of him and he knew what she wanted, just a little reassurance in the form of kiss. A breeze came up as their lips met and the darkness rushed in upon them as if to hide this moment from the eyes of the world around them, she was soft in his arms as he devoured her mouth. He felt rather than saw her smile when he released her and knew it was ok with her then. Before he left he gave a light quick slap to the cheek of her buttock, and received a sharp girlish yelp for his effort. He was smiling as he walked away, "He could do a lot worse than Lila, it may well be difficult to find another like her," he thought! Patrick milled about the old barn and watched Tim at his workstation momentarily before heading upstairs. He stepped out on the balcony from the only room not in use at the moment, and turned his eyes to the stars above and his heart rushed in his chest at the beauty he found there. Overhead was a clear sky full of night diamonds, showering their unique light force down on the surrounding countryside. The place looked secure to him, and he took his ease under that glorious, sparkling canopy, and enjoyed the fresh air for a moment. Patrick stopped by the computer to sign out with Tim who was monitoring the security beam and reminded him that if he needed anything he would be next door, before heading back to the house. Blackwell arrived not long after Patrick had sat down with the girls around the kitchen table. He came into the kitchen alone and gave Pat a report sketching all that he saw and his opinion about reconnaissance around the facility. "I think luck may be with us, the warehouse is relatively isolated at the end of an industrial park. In fact the road dead ends not far from the entrance to the place, their seems to be an inordinate amount of security for this type of business," he commented with a grin. "Are their any good locations to observe the coming and going of vehicles in and out of the place," Patrick asked him? "No perfect cover on that particular lane, but the next street over has an empty lot facing the warehouse, its located between two small daylight companies that are seemingly unoccupied at night," he explained. "I may need to asked you and Jake to take a tour on the computer to help me out Mr. O'Neil. I would like to start watching tonight and split it up into three eight hour shifts for my team rotating off every other day," he told Patrick. "We are here to do what we can to help Sam, of course we'll stand watch," Patrick told him. "I would still like to keep two members watching this place at least at night, one on the grounds and one at the command center on the computer," Sam told him. "I would suggest we change the ground shifts to five hours and eliminate one team, our night light around here is shorter in the summer and 10 hours will take care of the bulk of it. I think an infrared warning device that links to the computer on the yard man would be a good idea Sam, that way he can warn command without going verbal and giving up his location to an intruder," Patrick suggested. "Good idea, it's a plan then," Sam Agreed. And he took the first shift covering the warehouse himself. Things went relatively smooth over the next three days, except for the occasional spat between Sadie and Jake. She fixed a simple supper of hot cakes, eggs, and smoked bacon for the team one evening, and after sitting down asked Jake how he liked his eggs. "Over medium Sadie," he'd responded. "Well the skillet is free now so just do what you want," she told him with a wide mischievous grin! -------------------------------- The next day after morning coffee they were leaving the house to assume their duties and Jake and Sadie were last two out the door, she behind him. Jake closed the door after stepping out leaving Sadie behind in the house. The red head was livid as she flew through the door, "Mr. Wilson may I have a word with you sir," her tone not at all friendly! Patrick noticed the smiles on the faces of the rest of the team, although he himself would look neither of them in the eyes at that moment. She marched up to Jake and grabbed his shirt then placed her foot on his knee and crawling half way up his body until her nose was right next to his, "I will not tolerate your insolence you great baboon, nor will I have you interfering with my duties on this mission ... do you understand me Mr. Wilson," she screamed! Jake lightly kissed her lips and the little red head went ballistic, she dropped to the ground and punched the much larger Jake Wilson in the belly and tried to kick him in the shin but missed. Jake reached out and pulled one shoulder hard toward him and at the same time pushed the other away hard. Sadie spun around in the opposite direction and the big man slipped his arms over her body securing her arms at her side. "Unhand me you Oaf," she screamed, along with many other expletives inappropriate for oral publication by a young woman of her breeding. When Sadie had calmed to a slow boil Jake released her and said, "You're wild about me, you don't realize it yet ... but you are Sadie," he told her calmly. "Mr. Wilson you're sadly delusional and I seriously doubt that theirs any thing in the world of rational reason that will help bring you to the truth of cold reality," she said, as she turned and stormed off toward the command post, fuming! Jake grinned as she walked off then turned to the team and said, "She's wild about me, just wait, you'll see," he said! Patrick smiled without saying a word, sometimes Jake was like a big high school kid; you just had to take him as he was! ----------------------------------------------- That evening Lila's mood was taken with the thrill of the full moon above her as she strolled along the front sidewalk, and she reached out to the night with her senses taking note of those around her. She sensed the young woman Sadie, asleep and in a dream. Lila smiled as she recognized that the man she was holding in her dream was none other than Jake Wilson. She watched as he moved between her legs, Lila smiled as Sadie turned her head to one side. She continued to look as Jake placed his lips on the soft skin of Sadie's neck and began to kiss. Lila smiled again as she witnessed Sadie's eyes go half closed with the rush of lust she was feeling. She felt the flow of her emotions, as she dreamed and the deep feelings of love that tinted over the scene. Lila turned to return to the house, a smile on her face, even though she was slightly embarrassed for having pried into Sadie's private thoughts. She had suspected that the young woman had experienced feelings for the big gumshoe, and that suspicion had just been confirmed in the most inspiring way. ----------------------------------------------------- That same night as Tim Vance went about his duties watching the traffic around the warehouse he observed one of the company vans preparing to leave the grounds. From what he had heard about the goon at the club Seven Feathers it looked as if the driver might be that guy. Tim placed a fast call to Sam to queue the leader in on this unusual foray. He was told to tail the van and stay in communication with Blackwell who was on his way with another team member. Tim followed the Loadstar van as it headed for the exit to the interstate highway, careful to remain far enough back not to arouse suspicion. He followed the van south on the interstate for about 4 miles where it turned into an interstate rest area full of trucks. Tim observed as the van took a parking spot but drove on by and found the next turn around quickly. He pulled the Tahoe into the rest area on the opposite side of the highway, parked, and then fished his night glass back out of the big molly bag. He dialed Sam Blackwell as he watched the van, with the driver still in it. It was when the goon opened the door to get out that Tim noticed he had parked right next to one of the O'Neil company trucks. The goon walked up near the rear tractor duals and after studiously surveying the vehicles in the immediate area he ducked under the trailer. Tim fished the recorder out the bag and turned it on then hit the record button as the goon slid out from underneath the big truck; in his hand a small plastic container with a slide lock mechanism on one side. The pick-up man made his way back to the company van and quietly slipped inside. He didn't take off right away, and Tim watched as a rather young tall fellow came out of the building and headed slowly toward the rig. He unlocked the door and got in starting the big truck up and slowly easing out of the slot where he had been parked. A few minutes later the lights on the van came on and the goon slowly motored out of the rest area. Not long after the drop was made and the van left, Sam Blackwell eased the big Chevy van into the empty spot next to Tim's vehicle. Blackwell eased out and slipped into the passenger side of Tim's van. Tim explained everything he had witnessed and showed his team leader the recording. "This is what we've been waiting for, now its time to take down the warehouse and capture the computers if we can," Blackwell explained. Sam dialed Dooley Willis who was stationed at the compound computer and gave instructions to bring everyone including O'Neil and Jake Wilson and meet him at the little truck stop right next to the interstate. "Follow me back to town Tim its time to make our strike and let them know we are on the hunt," he said, before slipping out and getting into the other van. They waited about fifteen minutes or so for the rest of the team to arrive and tried to devise a plan of entry. Every person in the team had a Mac 10 and one battle pack, a side arm with extra ammo and a war blade; the crew was dressed in all black. They rolled through the open gate like the fiery breath of hell, three vehicles stopping in front of the building one in front of each exit. Pat and Jake drove around back to enter through the only exit at the back of the building. Just as Sam Blackwell made his exit from the van out stepped three company goons cradling automatic rifles in their arms, all of which had silencers. "Puff ... puff, puff," was the only sound he heard as the glass in the Tahoe next to Sam shattered and he heard the sickening clang of projectiles ripping through the sheet metal body of the new Chevy. Sam dropped to the concrete and rolled under the big van as the group that had fired on him began to take fire from the rest of his teams in the other positions. The little Mac tens were chewing the hell out of the front of that building and two of the Loadstar goons went down immediately. But other personnel began pouring out of the other two exits and soon lead was flying all over hells half acre. Sam and Sadie rushed the door where the first fire had come from and a single company soldier retreated in a hailstorm of hard-hitting hot lead. Sam pushed through the door hitting the concrete on his belly and rolling well past the entry to make way for Sadie's entrance, which was immediately after his own. She made one quick visual sweep of the area and then opened up with the little Mac in the direction of the fleeing employee, covering Sam who was now re-positioning himself. In the center of the facility was an observation room with exits on all sides leading down to the first level. As Pat and Jake made entry from the rear they were met by a small hailstorm of intense fire from personnel making there way down the stairs on the backside of the observation tower. The pair were separated, as both dodged for cover from the storm of bullets. Jake finding a nearby pallet of bags which he squatted behind as he began to return fire. He couldn't see his old friend at the moment but heard the little Mac giving report and knew that he had found cover of some kind. The two managed to thin the numbers just a little before the company goons retreated back into the upper platform seeking a safer side to exit from. The two sprang from cover and advanced hearing the fierce firefight going on at the right end of the complex. They made it to the far sidewall of the observation station before they had to duck and seek cover again. They could see Sam, and Sadie, taking heavy fire middle way of the front wall, crouched behind pallets of bags. Patrick saw someone come out of the shadows on Jakes right side and fire; the little Mac 10 was knocked out of his hand as a round plowed into the side of the weapon. As the goon advanced on Jakes position Patrick was taking fire from the front of the building and unable to get a clear shot at Jake's enemy. He saw Jake draw the side arm and crouch toward the oncoming assailant, the smith rocked in his hand several times as it roared out its deadly protest before he was hit. Patrick couldn't tell exactly where he took the slug all he was able to see was a spray of blood exit behind Jake. The big man went down and Patrick felt a severe tightening deep in his belly as his nerves went tight, he heard a woman's voice scream and looked up to see Sadie break cover and head for Jake. Patrick immediately concentrated his fire on those soldiers firing at her as she ran. Sadie emptied the little Mac 10 on the goon that took Jake down and he crumpled in mid flight just as Sadie reached the big ex-marine. The two teams outside finally put it together and rushed the last door with four fully automatic weapons spitting death, hell, and mayhem, and drove what was left of the goon army back inside the structure. Patrick slipped a fresh clip in the Mac and driven by a slightly pissed off attitude began to advance on the small group of armed men. At last the Calvary punched a hole in their line and the rest of Sam Blackwell's team came into the warehouse guns blazing, rocking the house down with big Mac music and the drum beat of lead slapping hard into concrete. Patrick turned and veered off then, and headed back toward the area where his old pal lay bleeding; Sadie was cradling his head between her legs as she kneeled and was stroking the big mans dark hair. Patrick dropped down at his side and took a look at the wound; it had missed anything-vital exiting high from the back. Patrick looked up at Sadie and saw that she was about in tears, pain plainly seen in her pretty young face, "He'll be ok Sadie, in a few days he'll be good as new," he told her smiling. "Patrick thought as he looked over at the dead goon not far away, sometimes you just shouldn't fuck around with the things a woman loves." "Yeah, I forgot the vest Pat," the big man finally said. "How you feeling pal," Patrick asked? "Been better, been worse," he smiled. Patrick patted his old friends shoulder lightly and spun on his heel to help with the mopping up that was going on at the other side of the complex. "Take care of him Sadie," Patrick said before leaving! It was all but over when Patrick came on the scene, the few Loadstar soldiers left were more than willing to retire from the engagement without further hostilities. Patrick informed Sam that Jake was down but ok, Sam Blackwell immediately assigned two of his team to take Jake back to the command center for treatment right then. "Dooley hit that platform and see what they have in the way of storage equipment, if there is a computer it goes with us," Sam barked! Sam, and the rest of the team went to question what remained of the Loadstar force, and quickly determined that they were working blind and would not be able to provide anything in the way of usable Intel. They milled around upstairs for a little while and managed to retrieve the package that was picked up at the rest stop, it contained 300 hundred of the little pills. "They just lost 60,000 dollars," Sam smiled! The hour was already late and Sam Blackwell was anxious to get back to command and start investigating the Loadstar files; and check on his wounded man. "Time to mount up and head for the barn," Blackwell told his team! Dooley finally got the tower and CD rack loaded in the Tahoe and the crew moved out of the building to begin the journey back to command. Sam informed Patrick on the way out that at least two of the company men had slipped away while the firefight was going on; one of them being the ghoul they had met at the club. The caravan headed out for the home complex and Patrick found himself wondering how Jake was getting along. Sadie had left with him, and he wondered how the two were reacting to each other. When they arrived Dooley took the captured computer directly to the barn and stored it near their own. Patrick went to the house to find out how his old friend Jake was doing. He found him reclined on his bed with Sadie in attendance, he had been bandaged and the bleeding had been stopped. Sadie sat next to him smoothing the hair in place above his ear, her brow furrowed as she watched him. "I have my own private nurse her Patrick and she's a good one," he grinned as Patrick came around the bed. "You do know you scared the hell out of me back their don't you gunny," teasing his wounded pal? "Well Patrick I tried everything to get this woman's attention and I finally did and it only took one bullet," he teased Sadie. "It isn't funny Jake you could have been killed," Sadie said tersely! "I know, I was only teasing," he responded with a grin. Sadie to the surprise of both men leaned over Jake and kissed his lips lightly and then patted his hand. "Ok ... I think you'll live, get some rest Jake, when the meds wear off tomorrow you're going to be stiff," he told Jake with a grin! ------------------------------------------------ After Patrick left the room Sadie moved to the bedroom door and closed then locked it. She turned and walked back to the side of the bed that Jake was laying on and began to strip out of her combat clothing just out of his reach. She smiled down at the big man and continued undressing, until she stood completely nude beside him. Jake gave a low whistle at what he saw standing there, he had known Sadie was a good looking girl ... he just hadn't known, exactly how good looking, until now! Her breasts were firm and turned up at the ends, with cute little pink nipples, and they were hard. Her hips were flared nicely, her tummy flat, her mound full ... and her eyes hungry, as she stood looking down at him. "Sadie," he began! "S-h-h-h ... don't say it Jake, I already know," she interrupted. Reaching down she unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly and eased the big mans pants and skivvies off his body. She turned the light off and carefully crawled on top of the injured gumshoe, and after kissing him gently on the lips began to rock slowly against the big mans body. "Sadie," he began! "S-h-h-h ... don't say it Jake, I know and I love you! Sadie tortured him with her slow languid love making, pausing now and then to squeeze the entire length of his shaft with her vaginal muscles. She prolonged his agony until she herself could no longer bear the suspense. His thundering growl made her giggle as it echoed through the room, but the pounding of his hot seed inside her body pushed her off the edge and sent her into sweet freefall. Later when the room was silent he heard her little voice say, "You scared me tonight Jake ... I thought I had lost you before I ever got to say what I wanted to," she sighed. "I didn't mean to Sadie," he responded. "I know, but you must promise me you'll be more careful," she whispered. "I promise," he told her, before the shadows seduced his mind away from consciousness. She stayed there with him for the rest of the night and the next morning Jake was the only man that Sadie cooked for. --------------------------------------------------- Patrick stepped into the kitchen area after he left Jake's side and was rushed by Lila who threw herself into his arms and buried her face in the side of his neck. She hugged him tightly refusing to let him go, then she began to sob; Patrick soothed her, stroking her back until she relaxed her grip on him. "You must never do that again Patrick, leave me behind to worry about you that way. When they brought Jake in and began to clean him up and tend to his wound I worried myself sick about you," she sobbed. Laura sat at the table smiling across at him not saying a word, but looking as if she wanted to. "I'm sorry Lila, but it all happened so quickly their wasn't time enough to do anything but grab the gear and go," he explained. "Next time I'm going with you, I mean it Pat, you will not rush out of here to anymore fights without me. No sit down and I'll get you a beer," she told him. "Sounds as if someone was a little worried about you Pat," Laura smiled, as she spoke. " ~ She loves you Patrick and its more than your blood, ~" Laura offered! Lila brought Patrick a cold beer and sat it down in front of him then bent down at his side and kissed his cheek lightly. She moved behind his chair and began to massage his shoulders and ease the tension of the night's activity away. He felt her in his mind as a warm glowing emotion that relaxed him completely. With his eyelids half closed he asked Lila if he might use her room to sleep in that night? She took hold of his beer, and then his hand, and indicated he should come with her. Lila led the way down the hall to her room with Patrick in tow. He watched the sway of her bottom as its curves moved beneath her dress and knew he wouldn't be falling off to sleep very soon ... and smiled. ------------------------------------- End part 4 WilliamDuPain@gmail.com