Braden Security: Tied Up In Knotts Part 12

Avery was now trying to squirm away from his lip, desperately trying to get her hands from beneath his chest so she could touch him. James just leaner harder into her. He made sure she could breathe, but he couldn't let her touch him right now. He would go off like a school boy and he needed to be buried in her when that happened.

Trying to distract her, his hand left her breast and made its way down to her mound. He could feel her heat through the panties that she wore. He started to circle her c.l.i.t through her panties now that Avery was lifting up to him, not trying to escape his arms.

Lifting up, James made quick work of ridding her of her clothes. When she tried to help with his Scotch-soaked ones, he took her hands in both of his and held them away from his body, gently pushing her back on the bed.

"Just lay there. I want to be able see all your beauty while I take my clothes off." James rose from the bed and started pulling his wet clothes off.

Avery lay back down on the bed. Looking up at James, she admired his rippling muscles and trim waist as he took off each piece of clothes. While she didn't want to change the mood, she just couldn't let it go. She had to know, she didn't want a spanking from James, this moment was too perfect "What happened to the big bad Dom that wanted to spank me? Not that I'm complaining." Avery was drooling just looking at James as his stiff c.o.c.k came into view, nearly reaching his stomach. She was eating him up with her big green eyes and not thinking about her words.

James felt ten feet tall, knowing that Avery loved him. Avery could never hide her feelings, her eyes always showed what she felt and with just one look into her green eyes staring up at him James could tell he was well loved...He hoped she never changed. He didn't want to talk, but Avery being a brat would keep it up until she had an answer. "The Dom has been tamed." Avery glanced up into his eyes in surprise.

Stalking to the bed, his c.o.c.k pointed in her direction, James added, "But just for tonight. Don't think I'm not keeping track of all your bratty words, but tonight is not the time for discipline. I just want to sink into you and never come out." With that said he climbed on the bed and gently covered her with his body, keeping his weight off her with his elbows on either side of her head. Taking her lips, his c.o.c.k, nearly bursting with need, reached her heat at the same time. Plunging into her warmth. James let her mouth go long enough to groan at the exquisite feeling. He felt scorched. It had never felt like this before for him. He knew she filled all the holes in his life and she was all he would every need. He knew he was connected to his soul mate in that moment.

Avery was bowled over by the feeling of James's hard c.o.c.k in her. She loved the feeling of being so full, he stretched her almost to the point of pain. But it had also started a fire in her. She couldn't just lie back and let things unfold at his pace. He was slowly plunging and retreating into her c.u.n.t, she could feel all the veins of his c.o.c.k as he continued to harden in her, his pace was driving her crazy. Grabbing James shoulders, she raised her mound grinding her c.l.i.t against his c.o.c.k, her explosion was near, just a little harder and faster and she would reach bliss.

"I love you, James, nothing compares to this feeling I get when you are inside me. You just seem to complete me." Avery breathed into his mouth as she deepened the kiss.

James just lost it at her words, speeding up he pounded into her, continuing to grind down on her c.l.i.t with every hard downward stroke of his c.o.c.k. He was nearing the edge of his stamina, he could feel the tingling starting in his b.a.l.l.s. He could hardly think, but he knew she had to go over first. Finally, James felt her flutter around his c.o.c.k with one last plunge into her tight sheath, he felt his b.a.l.l.s tighten up and he lost his load. His c.u.m streamed out of him so fast he had a head rush. James thought he must have blacked out for a second. Next thing he knew he was resting on top of Avery, with her small arms wrapped around him. She was petting him wherever her arms could reach and he could feel her tiny kisses on his cheek. James quickly realized that he was too heavy and tried to move. Avery was having none of that, holding him tighter she asked him to stay put.

She loved the feeling of cuddling James, skin to skin. She knew with James, she had to take what she could while his mood was soft and giving.

Chapter Twenty-Three.

James walked into the meeting the next morning, with what could only be called a s.h.i.t-eating grin from ear to ear. He had left Avery curled up still sleeping in bed. He had been greedy and worn her out, reaching for her many times through the night. James had devoured every inch of her.

He should be saturated, but he still had a hard time leaving her alone to come to the meeting. After their last love session, Avery had looked like she had pa.s.sed out and gave little snores as she slept.

James knew he had to give her a break, after all they had the rest of their lives to devour each other. He didn't have to gorge himself all the time. He had a long talk to his c.o.c.k in the shower this morning, as he took himself in hand so he wouldn't give in to the impulse to wake up Avery. His c.o.c.k would learn. Laughing at his thoughts, James sat at the long table in the conference room of the office and took the coffee cup that Clay extended to him.

"Get that silly grin off your face, brother." James hadn't even notice that Chase was also sitting at the table with the other guys. He had to get his proper head in the game.

"You're just jealous," James said with another grin as he sipped his coffee.

"s.h.i.t yeah. I think I speak for all the guys here that face of yours tells a story and we get the message loud and clear. Try and not look so happy. It just depresses me."

Chase changed the subject abruptly. "I got thinking about this case when I got home and blew my Wednesday night date off. She was sure p.i.s.sed, but I just couldn't get my head off the problem with Avery and her property. I spent most of the evening going over the details that Grant had found out from the share certificate. I think I might have a solution to her ownership. What do you think, if Grant can pull it off, changing the ownership of the numbered company to Carlos before you let the Feds know?"

"Can we do that legally, Chase?" Clay asked. "If it can be done, I think with your devious mind, you're in the wrong profession, you should be working with us."

"Well we can. I have a plan but I have to run it by Grant first. It will take some maneuvering on the computer, and I don't want to bring in any of my guys from my firm."

Looking at Grant, Chase outlined the plan that he had spent the night thinking about.

"We will have to change the share ownership of the company, just before the company that is based off sh.o.r.e. From your findings, Avery is the trustee of that company. We want the Feds to stop at Carlos and if you can cover our tracks, they will see no need to go out beyond the States."

Grant spoke up. "Changing everything should be a piece of cake. I started hacking when I was given my first computer. I was an inquisitive kid, you really don't want to know what I get up too these days. After I tell you what I found in the notebook, I think we should go into my office and see what we can pull off together."

That got Clay's attention. Putting his coffee cup down on the table with a thud, he asked, "What did you find? And please make it good news."

Grant picked up the computer printouts on the table before him, "I went through the book and found a lot of numbers, symbols and, like Angel said, longitude and lat.i.tude, I was right it is a diary of Carlos's drug pickup and deliveries. It also includes every undercover operation that Carlos has. No wonder he is after Avery. This book is like a road map to all of his holdings. Avery's father must have gotten in right at the start of Carlos's business dealings to know all of this. It was probably kept as insurance for her dad, if at any time Carlos would think of turning on him. He kept such good notes that it even tells us where the drugs are being produced and the shipping companies used. If the Feds get their hands on this book, its good-bye to Carlos and some very important businessmen around the country."

"If it's that valuable, I don't like the idea that we got away so easily from those guys yesterday. They could have easily followed us back here." Clay took a sip of his now-cold coffee." I'll have to get on it right away. We're secure up here, but they probably have something planned."

James looked at Clay. "I agree, looking back it was too easy. But I think we now have to be even more devious. I like Chase's idea to change the ownership of the shares and keep it as far away from Avery's name as possible.

"But, let's go one step further and really pin it on Carlos. Why don't we take a trip down to Florida and really make sure that the missing drugs are there. After all, so far it's just speculation on our part. Let's make certain. I think we should leave the notebook with the drugs when we find them. And make a nice package for the Feds to discover. If we're going to sink Carlos let's go the whole way and make sure we shut down production and delivery. I'm sure the Feds, when they get their hands on that book, they will be so busy looking into all Carlos's dealings that Avery will be the last thing on their minds."

Clay looked at James, adding his thoughts. "I agree that we should make a trip down there. We'll have to scope out the house or cottage to see if we can find the drugs and leave the notebook with them. We want to be able to give the Feds a direct road map to exactly where to find this stuff. Grant can stay here with Chase working out the kinks of getting the shares in Carlos's name. While that's being done, Angel and I can go down and have a look."

"I have to go," James argued back, "I can't let you and Angel take that kind of risk for me. She's my woman and I should be the one risking my neck for her, not you two. Angel can stay here and protect her. I think it should just be me sticking my neck out. But knowing you"-he paused and looked over at Clay-"you're not going to let me go alone, are you?"

Clay just nodded his head at James, so he continued, "And I would really like the other guys to stay and protect this building, including Chase's firm and employees."

Chase looked up from the quiet conversation he was having with Grant. "Why my building? I'm just an everyday investment broker. I don't think he would hit my building."

"Yes, he would by a.s.sociation. They now know that you were with us down in Florida, when we got the contents out of the safety deposit box. Carlos would have been given a full detailed report of what went down. So, you might think this is a glamorous business and want in, but you're forgetting it's also a very dangerous one. You're already on their radar being my brother and we have been keeping a close watch on you. But now, by you taking part in this operation, you can't be considered an innocent bystander. You'll have to be extra vigilant until we put Carlos away. s.h.i.t, all of us have to be extra careful. We have to keep a very close watch on Avery. I still think he will be making his move shortly. By now he will have figured out that we have must have gotten some information from the safety box. He won't know what we found out, but he's a smart man, he's had to have been to get where he is today. So he will put the pieces together and not want to take a chance on us exposing him."

James didn't want to scare Chase, but he had to make him aware of the danger he had placed himself in when he decided to get on their plane.

"I know that you think you should be the one going because Avery's your woman, but we've all come to like Avery. h.e.l.l, I think of her as a little sister. I don't think your mind will be totally on the job. You'll be thinking of Avery back here and wondering if she's OK. Let me and Angel take care of this." Clay now stood at the table, looking down at James. "I think the plan's good, just not the players."

Trying to make Clay see his reason, he explained, "Look, we all know that Angel has a sixth sense. I think he would be best guard for Avery. He will sense danger before I could even get wind of it. Doing this for me is something that is beyond your job. I can't ask this of any of you. Since you have made yourself the overseer to our group, I know you won't let me go alone. I won't pretend that I'm looking forward to this, but as this is my operation. I'm making the decision."

Turning to the others, James continued. "I'm going and Clay won't stay behind. So it's up to the rest of you to keep Avery, Chase, and each other safe. That's final." James didn't like to pull rank like they were back in the army, but this was the way it had to be.

James looked at the resigned faces of the men surrounding the table. They knew he wouldn't change his mind once he made it up. For this to work, he needed to match the players in the best places for their abilities. He had gotten them out of tight spots in the past and he knew all their strengths and weakness. This was the best solution. The wild card would be Avery. He hoped he could convince her, too.

"We'll leave in an hour. Angel, give me half that before you come up." James rose and headed out of the office to his apartment.

Chapter Twenty-Four.

When James arrived back at the apartment Avery was sitting in the kitchen having coffee and toast. "How did the meeting go?" she inquired as he came and sat down at the table across from her.

"Well Grant looked into the shares that we found and he was right, it's a numbered company that, through an off-sh.o.r.e corporation, owns a property down in Florida. It's close to where the town was that we found the safety deposit box in. Clay and I are going to leave shortly and scope out the place. I have Angel coming up to keep you company," James explained "I think I should go, after all it's my property at the end of the trail. I really don't want Angel to have to keep me company. Why don't you tell me what you're not saying? Angel is going to be guarding me." Avery knew James was not telling her everything.

"What else did you find out about the property and my father?" Avery asked James as she put her half-eaten toast down.

Why didn't they want her with them? After all, they had taken her to the bank and they had made out OK. Well if she didn't take into consideration the two men following them. But she knew she would be safe with the men. She didn't know all of them really good, but the ones that she had come to know through working at the office, she trusted. James would only have the best men on his team, men that could be counted on. There had to be something else James was hiding, she wondered to herself.

James leaned over the table and grasped Avery's hands in his. "Please believe me, that if this wasn't dangerous I would take you with me. I wouldn't let you out of my sight. But with what we found out in the notebook, the stakes are even higher. I can't tell you everything contained in the books, as Grant is still decoding it. But Angel has a feeling that this trip could be very dangerous. I won't lie. I can't have the distraction of having you with me. I would spend all my time making sure that you were safe and not having my head totally on the mission. That might put Clay at risk. So please, just stay here with Angel for me. We will be back as soon as possible, after we check out the place."

"Who else is going with you?" She sat back and picked up her coffee, her appet.i.te for her breakfast gone.

"Just Clay. I trust him completely to have my back and we can move as fast as one man if we have to."

"I don't understand. If it's that dangerous, why aren't you taking all the guys? Angel can go, too. I will be OK alone for one day." Avery was now scared for James's safety, if he only took Clay with him.

"I'm only taking Clay because he won't stay behind. I wanted to go alone. I don't want anyone down there to notice our movements like the last time. We can also move faster with only the two of us, if needed. Believe me when I say Clay and I know what we're doing"

"OK, I won't argue, but I'm scared. What if something happens to you or Clay? I don't think I could stand it, if something went wrong." Avery implored him to understand what she was feeling.

"Trust me baby, now that I have you, I'll look after my a.s.s even more so," James tried to rea.s.sure her "You better remember I'm very possessive too and the a.s.s of yours belongs to me." She tried to lighten the situation, as she was now resigned to James going. Nothing she could say would change his mind.

James got up from the table and wrapped Avery in a tight hug. "It will soon be over."

Kissing her lips like it was the last time he would do so, James drank in her taste. G.o.d I don't want her out of my sight for a minute. A knock at the door made James release Avery with a groan. Angel was here, time to go.

"Angel's here, I have to go. Do whatever Angel tells you. He has saved our b.u.t.ts too many times to count. So, if he says something, listen. It could mean your life, or his. I'll be back as soon as I possibly can." James didn't want to scare her any more than she was, but she had to take this serious for both of their sakes.

James walked out of the kitchen and let Angel in the door, clasping Angel on one shoulder as he walked in. "Please look after her."

Angel's coal-black eyes speared James with a glance and, he replied as he closed the door on James retreating form, "I will watch her like she is part of our family. Now she is yours she is a member of our unit. I will guard her with my life. Don't worry, just hurry back and watch over both of your b.u.t.ts."

James left the apartment and took the elevator down to the lower garage. Clay was waiting there beside two motorcycles. He already had his helmet on and was holding James's out to him.

Handing the helmet to James, Clay said, "Brad caught sight of some dudes around the front of the building, So we will be going through the service entrance. By the time they notice us, we should be lost in traffic."

With that Clay climbed on his cycle, waiting for James to do the same. With a roar they took off, winding their way out of the garage and onto the street heading for the airport.

The jet was waiting for them on the runway, cleared for takeoff when they arrived and after leaving their bikes in the hangar, they boarded and took off for Florida.

James and Clay, after landing, climbed into the jeep waiting for them and made it to the property within a couple of hours. They had made sure they were not followed with the convoluted path they had taken through the back roads to reach the property. No one could have followed, they were well trained at eluding the enemy.

Approaching the property from the back road way along the property line, leaving the jeep and walking through the tall overgrown gra.s.s, they came upon an old run-down cottage. Paused as they neared the building and took out their heat-scope gla.s.ses and viewed the whole surrounding area. There were no heat signatures except for a few small animals scurrying around, so they knew they were all alone.

Following Clay up to the cottage, James stopped abruptly. Clay had suddenly crouched down in the gra.s.s and was looking at something in front of him in the gra.s.s. "What did you find?" James asked looking over Clay's shoulder.

"Angel was right, look here." Clay pointed at a long thin wire running close to the ground.

James could now make out the steel wire. Following the wire's path carefully, he ended up at the side of an old shed. The wire went through the side wall and was connected to a hydro box hidden in the back corner. Taking his time, James very carefully disconnected the wires. Walking back out of the shed, James gave Clay the thumbs up.

Clay, seeing the all-clear sign, took the steps to the cottage two at a time. Pulling out his kit, he swiftly unlocked the door. The cottage was a surprise. While looking run down on the outside, the inside of the cottage told another story. The place was well kept and up to date. It had some cobwebs from lack of use, but that was all. James and Clay split up and checked out the rooms one by one. Meeting back at the small kitchen, they stopped and tried to think, Where would a person hide a stash of two million dollars' worth of drug? On the surface of their first walk through, there didn't seem to be any place safe enough in the small cottage to hide it.

"Well, what do you think?" James turned to Clay "Where would you hide that amount of drugs?" James just knew in his gut, they were in the right spot. Now they just had to think like a drug runners with two million worth of drugs worth hiding.

"Don't know, but I'm going to take a look around the outside and see if it has a cellar. It doesn't look high enough for one, but you never know." Clay opened the door and stepped outside. "Why don't you take a good look at the ceilings and see if there is an attic?"

James made his way to what he a.s.sumed was the master bedroom. Old places like this sometimes had the attic door in a closet. Opening the door to the closet, James found a small opening in the roof. Opening it, James was bombarded with dust. He didn't want to think what else was in the mix falling on him.

Reaching up with both hands, he grasped the edge and raised his head above the opening. The attic was small, no more than a couple of feet in height, and it looked like it hadn't been touched since the house had been built. He scanned it thoroughly, but came to the conclusion that nothing had been hid up there.

Jumping back down, James closed the opening. Lowering his head, he started shaking his black hair, ridding it of some of the dust. Glancing toward the bed, he noticed a small braided rug half hidden under the bed. Walking over, he pulled it out from under the bed. Underneath the rug was a small latched door in the floor. He had to get down on his knees to see it. It was blended into the floor well enough that at a fast glance, no one would have spotted it.

Clay walked into the bedroom just as James was reaching for the latch, embedded into the floor.

"Found something? There's nothing around the edges of the cottage. I don't think this place was made with a cellar."

James raised the trap door, the hole under it was pitch black.

Clay handed him a flash light. Turning it on, James scanned the opening underneath the floor.

Noticing a string hanging down attached to a light bulb, he reached down and pulled. The light came on, letting him see the small room underneath.

Looking up at Clay from on his knees, James grinned. "I think we found it. Let's move the bed."

Getting up off his knees, James and Clay moved the bed from over the trap door.

Opening the trap door completely, now that the bed wasn't on top of it, they could see what looked like an old root cellar. But this was no ordinary root cellar, the walls were red brick and James could see on one wall what looked like a large wine rack.

Grasping both sides of the opening, James lowered himself down through the trap door into the small room. The room, while it had same look of disuse as the cottage, James could also see it was smartly designed. Bottles of pricey wine took up one wall, a table and chair was against another and sitting right out in the open, on the third, was a large safe.

James walked over and checked out the safe, it was large enough to hold drugs and G.o.d knew what else. James asked Clay, who was looking down at him through the hole in the floor.

"How your safe cracking skills?"

Clay just grinned down at him. "Always keep in practice, get up here and I'll go down and see what I can do."

James changed places with Clay. Clay kneeled down in front of the safe. This would be a breeze, he thought to himself, not much of a safe, but hidden well. Where it was hidden, Avery's father probably didn't think he needed the best. Clay cracked his knuckles.

"Show off." James laughed from above. "Just open the d.a.m.n safe."

Clay got down to business and a few minutes later the safe door swung open. Clay gasped, he had seen a lot of drugs in his time, but this truly was a large stash, no wonder Carlos wanted it back so bad. In the safe were large bags of white power. There was also a stack of hundred-dollar bills, Clay thought, at a rough guess maybe $100,000.

"OK, so now we have it open, are we just leaving the book in here? I think we should take this money back to Avery. I know her father made it through illegal means, but she was left with nothing. When the Feds get their hands on this money, it's just going into the government coffers. What do you think?" Clay asked James as he fingered the money in the safe.

"Well we've went this far. What's a little money between friends? Avery can probably put this money to good use. I say grab it and leave the book in exchange." James agreed with Clay, why shouldn't Avery have the money, she had to sc.r.a.pe for too many months due to her father and the Feds.

Clay reached into his pocket and withdrew the notebook. Picking up his black bag he always carried with all his trick of the trade, he began stuffing it with the bills. When he was finished he closed the safe and turned the k.n.o.b. Getting up, he handed the bag to James and lifted himself back through the hole.

"You got to give Avery's father credit, nowadays no one has a root cellar and it can't be detected from the outside."

Clay and James moved the bed back in place and placed the small braided rug back before it. They made sure that anyone coming into the bedroom would be able to see that the place had been disturbed. They wanted to leave a clear path for the Feds.

James and Clay walked to the kitchen and out the back door, locking the door behind them. Back at the jeep, they gunned it out of the place as fast as they could go. They couldn't take the chance of someone coming along, and they wanted to leave no trace of their presence. They had wiped down the few surfaces they had touched in the cottage. No fingerprints, but a clear trail right to the bedroom. n.o.body could miss it.