Broken Vows (Domestic Discipline Romance) (38 page)

Kevin's immediate reaction was to drop his end of Blake and grab the banister on each side him, swinging his body up and over Blake's unconscious form. Josh dropped Blake's feet to step down the remaining four steps and get out of Kevin's path.

"Put your guns away, it's me," Kevin growled. "Shawn, Dave, drag him the rest of the way out of here. Make sure you cuff him tightly.

As the police returned the guns to their holsters, Jenny sprinted past them into Josh's waiting arms.

"Easy sweetheart, easy," he crooned.

* * *

The police were treating it as two separate crime scenes. They would not allow Kevin, Josh, and Jenny to leave the library for a long time. Bubba was awakening in the guesthouse and he was like an angry bull. Most of the EMTs agreed Blake had used a stun gun on him. They found one in Blake Parker's coat pocket, as well as a bag filled with tools inside the front entrance of the house.

When the police allowed the library group to leave, Josh carried the barefoot Jenny to the guesthouse. He finally let go of her or she loosened her grip on him, he was not sure which, but he set her down. Jenny joined Mila, who had climbed into Adam's playpen with all three children and the dog to keep them calm. As Jenny stepped into the playpen, Mila stood up and stepped out holding her baby.

"I need to feed him," she said, slipping upstairs.

Josh plucked Emmie out of the playpen and into his arms. He and Jenny spent the next few minutes solely concentrating on calming their children.

Three hours later, their little guesthouse was still full of police. At least the fire engines had not hung around. The EMTs had finally taken a disgruntled Bubba to the hospital, probably for overnight observation. A voltage strong enough to knock someone his size out for twenty minutes had to have been massive.

Blake had regained consciousness and complained endlessly that he had only wanted what Mrs. Dougherty promised him. He had been the one who had painted the cabinets for her and installed the flooring and carpeting. He said she promised to leave everything to him when Old Man Bentley died because she was his beneficiary.

Josh did not correct Blake, but the man's reasoning was faulty. The housekeeper had died
before
Harold Bentley. She could not have inherited anything from him. Regardless of what she verbally promised Blake, she had not left a will, nor owned any property. Harold Bentley had paid for her funeral.

Kevin glared at Blake and clenched his fists, which hurt because he had busted his knuckles badly from pounding on the man earlier. It figured Blake had been the one to destroy his father's craftwork. He regretted not hitting him in the mouth and taking out some teeth.

Blake even told them how he had broken in. He had built a six-foot crawl space underneath the housekeeper's residence along with a false wall in the back of one of the closets. He accessed the main house through an air-conditioning vent.

Blake did a lot of talking before realizing the cops were recording and writing down everything he said. Then, he tried to bluster his way out of trouble by saying he was drunk so they could not use his words against him. Chief Michaels explained to him for a third time that they had Mirandized him twice… anything he had admitted to them 'could and would be used' against him. After that, Blake demanded a lawyer and clamped his mouth shut, effectively stopping all questioning until a lawyer was present. Blake became increasingly belligerent as the police escorted him to a police car. By then, he was threatening them all with lawsuits for brutality.

"Is he really so stupid?" Josh asked Kevin.

"Yes. He would work himself to death trying to steal something rather than ask someone if he could have it," Kevin agreed.

"Captain Michaels, how much longer will you be here?" Josh finally asked.

"I'm only trying to do the job right," Chief Michaels said. "Your wife's laryngitis doesn't help."

"You asked your questions and she wrote her answers," Josh countered. "She can't do any better. You need to wrap this up. The incident lasted twenty minutes, yet you and your men have been asking questions for three hours."

"I am trying to be thorough."

"I appreciate it," Josh said patiently, "but I have kids who need to be put to bed and my wife has been terrorized. She needs peace and quiet and rest."

"She shot a man," the Chief said. "She's a spunky one."

Josh cracked a smiled. "She
accidently
shot him. I agree she is spunky, still you need to finish here so we can settle down."

"You are still claiming you don't know what's in the safe?" Chief Michaels asked for the umpteenth time.

"No idea. Regardless, it doesn't change the charges against Blake Parker."

"When you find out, will you tell me?" the man questioned.

Josh grinned. "Curious?"

"Damn straight."

"If it's not too private, I'll call you."

"Good enough," Chief Michaels agreed. "I'd still like to know how Bentley built it without anyone knowing."

"We haven't figured it out yet," Josh said.

"Another mystery," the Police Chief agreed.

* * *

It took the kids another hour to settle into their normal routine after the police left. Eventually, though, they fell asleep in their parents' arms. Josh and Jenny carried them upstairs and tucked them into bed leaving the ever-vigilant Buddy with them. Emmie did not really understand most of what had happened since they had given her an edited kid-sized version of the truth.

Josh caught Jenny around the waist and pulled her into his arms in the hallway. "You saved our lives today."

Jenny burrowed into him before pulling him into their bedroom, "Can we…"

He stopped her raspy whisper by putting his fingers on her lips, "Shhh."

She picked up a pen and pad, and wrote, "Can we let it go for now? I want you to hold me until I feel safe again."

He tightened his arms around her and kissed her. "Yes, we can. Get ready for bed. I'll tell Kevin and Mila you've had all you can take for one day."

* * *

Josh found Kevin and Mila sitting side-by-side on the couch with Little Kevin lying on Mila's lap.

"Jen is frazzled, she needs rest. We can take this up again tomorrow."

"We were saying the same thing," Kevin said. "We have all been through the ringer today. I'll check the main house to make sure everything is secured. Then, I am spending the night at Mila's place.

Kevin and Mila prepared to leave. Although they were only walking down the deck, it was twenty degrees outside and they at least needed coats. Kevin turned back to Josh from the door. "I called the hospital. Bubba is royally pissed someone got the best of him. Blake had better pray he never crosses Bubba's path again."

Josh smiled as he closed the door behind them and set the security system. He wouldn't mind it one bit if Bubba took a little aggression out on Blake Parker.

He went into the kitchen, put two cups of water into the microwave, and found Jenny's stash of teabags. She liked the fruity ones. He quickly fixed a tray of tea and cookies and went up the stairs to comfort his wife.

They sat in bed quietly enjoying their snack and cuddled. Tonight was all about comfort and feeling safe. She would guide him to what she wanted.

Jenny wanted security. As Josh wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body into his, she held onto him for a long time as he whispered sweet things to her. He made no overt moves. She finally stopped shivering and let her mind drift away from the fear, cocooning herself in her husband's warmth and gentle love.

Soon, she nuzzled him. She lifted her tee shirt and placed his hands on her stomach then raising them to her breasts. With her hands covering his, she squeezed, and he began to massage.

Josh lent himself to her and let her control the pace. They knew each other's bodies, each other's needs. They needed no words. The way she held her breath, how she shuddered at his touch, told him everything he needed to quench her desire. Her smile was still tentative, her eyes damp, but her love for him was evident. He touched her gently and filled her gently as she lay beneath him with her eyes half-closed. She sighed and suddenly their rhythm changed.

Jenny gave so much of herself to everything and everyone, but in lovemaking she took, and only from him. When he had coddled her enough to feel safe and secure again, she wanted him… her way.

Josh withdrew and kissed her, first gently, then hard and bruising as she demanded more. He tossed off her tee shirt and tiny panties, which were nothing more than a crotch and strings. Since the beginning of their relationship, nothing came between them. He got to his knees, spread her legs, and hooked them over his shoulders. He loved her nimble, yoga-trained flexibility and he drove into her hard.

He loved to watch her beautiful, expressive face. He saw her pleasure and need reflected in it, and knew how to give her what she desired. Their lovemaking was rarely silent, it wasn't this time either as she purred like a kitten while he lightly spanked her bottom.

"No sounds," he ordered quietly before he slammed his full length into her, pounding hard. He touched her clit and she tightened around him, panting. He lifted her up higher and drove deeper, never letting the pace slow. Suddenly she tensed and arched up, she was so close. He waited until her body contracted and then took her over the edge into full climax while he continued to pound gripping her buttocks and emptying himself into her.

Spooning into him afterward, Jenny backed into him until his cock rested in her folds. She pulled his arms around her waist and closed her eyes. It had been a scary day, but it was over. Now she felt safe, sheltered and loved. She was exactly where she belonged.

Three times in the night, she woke quivering. He held her and reassured her until she relaxed again in his arms. It was a night full of gentle soothing and tender kisses.

Kevin bunked down on the couch at Mila's, but he didn't sleep well. His knuckles were aching and stiff, which only acted as a reminder of the more extensive damage done to Mila's hands. He was bringing a crew in the next morning that would carefully inspect every square inch of the main house. Yeah, Blake had inside information, and he had probably created the entry points he told them about for the sole purpose of returning to steal whatever he could find. However, when Kevin's crew was done, a gnat would not find its way in.

He rolled over yet again, and then heard first Little Kevin and soon Mila stirring in her bedroom. He padded down the hall to tap on her door. She was on the bed nursing the baby. She gazed at him with her serene Madonna look that kicked him in the gut every time he saw it.

"You can come in," Mila said softly.

He went over and sat down on the bed, leaning against her headboard and pulling her into him.

"Why are you awake?" Mila asked.

"Thinking about what happened today. You were great, calm, and cool-headed. You are something else."

"I was terrified," Mila admitted. "Jenny was our hero today. As a little kid, I resented her so much. I was the tomboy. She was the quiet one, the girly one. My big sister was so perfect. Our mother doted on her and compared me to her, in a negative way.
Why can't you be more like Jennifer?
I must have heard it a million times until she finally rebelled too."

"She doesn't seem the rebel type."

Mila put the baby on her shoulder and patted him. "Oh, but she a streak of wild in her. I was only nine when she became my hero and role model for later when I needed to escape. If she could do it, so could I. Our family life wasn't good. Yes, our parents were wealthy. However, if we did not conform to their vision of how we should act, speak, and behave, they could be cruel. It wasn't physical abuse; it was verbal abuse. My mother could eviscerate you with words and guilt. It was their way or no way."

"You both chose to go your own way?"

"Jenny worked her way through college, became an artist, and married Josh at twenty, all of which went against our parents' master plan. I left home two months before my eighteenth birthday and enlisted the day after I turned eighteen. It took six years to get my degree while serving in the military. I went to school every second I wasn't on duty. I was lucky in that the military paid for a big chunk of it, so I wasn't saddled with a lot of school debt."

"Both of you are strong women," Kevin said. When Mila got up to put Little Kevin back in his crib, he stood up.

"Do you have to go?" Mila asked.

"Mila, we can't…."

"You can hold me."

"I can do that," Kevin agreed.

Mila woke up to his strong arms still around her. She looked back at him and realized Kevin could not possibly be comfortable. He had propped himself up with pillows against the headboard and had held her for the entire night. She heard the baby and slid out of bed as her breasts automatically responded to his call.

When she returned, Kevin was gone. She heard the shower running. She glanced at the bed where she had slept so well with him. It seemed to her nearly everything they did together was—what were her sister's words—
comfortable
? He was
there
for her.

Mila walked over to her dresser and picked up the plastic bag she used to cover her cast to protect it from water, and secured it with two rubber bands. She went into the bathroom, pulled a towel from the rack, and pulled her nightgown over her head. She pushed the shower curtain back and stepped inside.

"Mila, we…"

"We can't have intercourse yet," said Mila, kissing him while her good hand stroked him. "We can do other things. I can do this for you. She dropped the towel on the hard, slick tub and went to her knees.

Kevin threaded his hands into her hair. Every instinct telling him it was not time yet, shriveled and died as her hand stroked his shaft and her fingers toyed with his balls. When her lips touched his cockhead and her tongue encircled it, he gave up any thought of resistance. In this, she owned him. He gave into the pleasure of her mouth.

Mila realized he was not pushing her, but letting her give without demanding more. She experienced a great sense of freedom and power. She was in control. She worked him and pleasured him until he was groaning and pulsating with need.

Within seconds of an ejaculation, he pulled his shaft from her mouth and drew her up to his chest. He came as he held her hard against him, his erection seeking the warmth of her body even if he could not be in it.

"Hallelujah," Kevin moaned burying his face into her wet hair. "Do you know how long I have wanted this?"

"I can guess," teased Mila. "It was quite an eruption." She stepped into the force of the water washing quickly and stepping out of the shower.

Kevin watched her, a little confused. "Where are you going?"

Mila hesitated. "To get dressed, we are sort of done here."

Kevin turned off the water and stepped out. He wrapped a dry towel around Mila's head and another one loosely around her body. "Not by a long shot, sweetheart," Kevin countered as he lifted and carried her to the bed. He pulled the towel away from her body, "My turn."

* * *

Jenny's throat was not as sore the next morning. She gargled and took her prescription. However, as she set down the pill bottle, she knocked a bottle of shampoo to the floor. She sighed and observed the small bathroom. It was not a space she would miss when they moved into the main house.

Josh had helped put her demons to rest last night, mostly by his gentleness. This morning he had led her down a different path altogether. They had awakened at five and challenged each other for several hours afterward. She inspected herself in the long narrow mirror behind the door. She was glowing again. She always glowed when sexually sated. Her bottom was pink, her breasts, and nipples a little swollen. It would not be long before they would become too sensitive for rough play. She splayed her hands across her flat stomach. This too would change. She had asked the doctor to take a pregnancy test before he decided on what medication to give her for laryngitis. It was positive.

They had not planned on another child so soon, but Adam was approaching his second birthday. Originally, their reluctance to have another child was all about finances, which was certainly not an issue any longer.

Josh would be thrilled, but Jenny wanted to keep the news to herself until her voice returned. She would not write him a note about this!

As she opened the bathroom door, Adam streaked down the hall as fast as his little-naked self could run with Buddy alongside him. Josh was in hot pursuit. He scooped Adam into his arms and hung him upside down while their little nudist giggled and squealed. Josh returned Adam to the bedroom for clothing. It was becoming a contest of wills to keep clothing on him since he had mastered buttons and pull-tabs.

Jenny wrote a note to give Josh. They had to research baby gates before moving into the main house. She could not have a two-year with the free rein of a four thousand square foot house. At his age, containment was the key.

Jenny had breakfast started by the time Josh came down with the kids and the dog. Everyone would be starving this morning as last night's activities had pushed dinner well into the evening. She had fed the kids a snack of cheese and crackers, thinking the police would leave soon, but they had not. By the time they did get around to eating, Emmie and Adam were dosing off.

"Pancakes
and
scrambled eggs," Josh questioned after he imprisoned Adam in his highchair.

Jenny nodded and wrote down on her pad. "Kids are hungry!"

"Me too," he answered before frowning when he noticed the broken glass in the sink. He had forgotten to clean it up the night before. "Don't touch the glass, I'll get it."

He went out, soon returning with the shop vacuum. He removed the largest pieces of glass before sticking the vacuum hose down the garbage disposal to make sure nothing was there.

There was a quick knock, and Mila came in followed by Kevin.

"Is everyone okay this morning?" Kevin asked plopping himself on a bar stool where Buddy came to greet him snuffling softly.

"I'll help," Mila said joining Jenny. "Are you okay?"

Jenny nodded and smiled absentmindedly, and then her eyes widened as she examined her sister more closely.

"What?" Mila demanded.

Jenny snagged Josh's arm and handed him the pancake flipper spatula. She grabbed her pad and pen and pulled Mila around the corner to the closed-in porch.

"Uh, okay," said Josh looking at the griddle in consternation.

"Need some help there?" Kevin asked with a grin.

"If you know how to flip pancakes, yeah," Josh said, handing over the tool he had never used in his life.

Jenny dragged Mila around the corner and shut the door. "You had sex," she whispered hoarsely.

Mila blushed. "How do you know?" she demanded in a whisper.

"I…," Jenny made a frustrated face when only the single syllable came out. She wrote down. "I can tell! Too soon," she warned.

Mila held her ground. "We didn't do that kind of sex!" she whispered, more color rising on her face.

Jenny wrote quickly on her pad, "Orgasm?"

"Many," Mila admitted a little proudly.

Jenny jumped happily, hugged her sister, and wrote, "Do you love him?"

Mila nodded, "I think I do."

Jenny hugged her again and wrote, "Happy!"

"Me too," Mila exclaimed hugging her sister back. "How could you tell?"

Jenny laughed soundlessly, dragged her sister in front of a mirror, and held up a note. "Orgasmic glow."

"Oh, my God," Mila exclaimed. "I do glow!" She turned to her sister pointing her finger at her. "You glow all the time."

Jenny gave her sister a
smug
look.

Mila put her hands to her face, "Oh, no. If you glow and I glow, Josh will know, won't he?"

Jenny was chuckling as she wrote another note. "Men know. It's a macho point of pride."

"How long does it last?" Mila demanded.

Jenny scribbled down a note and handed it to her sister, "Hopefully forever."

* * *

After breakfast, the men returned to the issues at hand. Kevin signaled two of his men from the crew and told them to work separately to search and find any possibilities of entry into all three houses.

Mr. Mitchim called with three additional six-digit numbers to try on the vault. Josh and Kevin went down into the vault area and tried all the combinations they had, the ones they had already tried the day before, along with the new ones. None of them worked.

Josh called a vault company explaining he had a vault in his house he needed to open. They forwarded him to a specialist in Farmington who could do the job. Unfortunately, he was on a hunting trip and would not return for another week.

"I thought hunting season was over," Josh grumbled to Kevin.

"It is for most things. I think the only season open now is for mountain lion."

"We have mountain lions here?" Josh questioned in disbelief.

Kevin grinned. "We'll make a mountain man out of you, yet. Yes, there are mountain lions, although we rarely see or hear them in the populated areas. You have to realize a good chunk of this state is still wilderness, even though we humans encroach on it every day."

* * *

Mila spent a lot of time on the phone. A surprising amount of people whom they had met in and around Durango had read in the newspaper about the break-in and shooting. They called to express concern, as well as satisfy their curiosity. Chief Michaels had not released any information about the vault they discovered, but it was only a matter of time until word leaked out since so many knew about it now. Jenny was unable to answer the phone, so Mila had to handle the calls.

Josh and Jenny were communicating with his family members via Skype to plan the reunion for the first week of February. They had also invited Mila and Kevin. The only one who would not make it was Vanessa's husband as he had a Doctor's Mission previously scheduled at the same time. The chalet would be beyond the maximum capacity, allowed for renters, but they weren't renters, they were family. Vanessa would take the den with its convertible couch and the kids could bunk on inflatable beds and in sleeping bags. Kevin volunteered to borrow them from his extended family since they had quite a few. From his experience, he knew kids loved the idea of sleepovers and it was usually the more, the merrier.

After only a few days, everyone's daily routines were back to normal. Kevin began repairing the damage to the library. Josh ordered every possible improvement to ensure no one ever got trapped again in the secret room. Kevin and Mila put their heads together to update the moving bookcase with state-of-the-art mechanisms and safety releases, both on the inside and outside of the secret room. When Kevin rebuilt the back of the bookcase, he inserted a removable panel no one would know about except him, Mila, Jenny, and Josh. He rewired the electric since it was thirty years old, and installed safety lights with backup batteries.