The bathroom door closed, and the shower turned on. Its been a long time since a woman has been able to mind fuck me. Tatiana was really the only woman who could get that far, and be able to handle my whip lashes. Once again I was comparing her to Ray, would it ever end. Was this my punishment for not protecting her? Did she somehow come back as Ray, just to fuck with me. Knowing my weakness and all.

    As my thoughts went deeper, the squeak of the shower turning off snapped me back. Light padding for footsteps, started down the hallway. Getting up I headed to my room, the floor wet with just toes water marks leading to my room. Pushing the door fully open, she was wrapped in a white towel dripping wet. My throat closed, as if giving me the idea I needed a drink….her perhaps. Picking up her clothes, she turns looking me dead in the eyes.

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t leave anything” Holding a bra and the same panties. Wet hair made a small pool on my floor, as the few strands that did grab her tanned skin made intricate designs. I felt like such a pervert, just standing there watching her. My lips were so dry, as she took one step after another. Bursting like a tiger out of its cage, I grabbed the towel. Wrapping my lips around hers, flinging the towel as far away from her body as I could. Wanting nothing to come between us, her light moans as I took her without permission.
    Razing her body up, so she stood closer inline with me. Finding it cute she was rocking on wet toes. The cold air pulled at her skin, the lightest touch, had her shaking next to me.

She’s got you….my inner man grinning like a fool.


He was so right, she had me. The woman who wouldn’t say a word to me, was now making me bend to her ever whim. She made the first move to pull away from me, but I leaned back into her. Needing more of her, the taste was so good I could stay like this forever. Gasping for air, she used her hands to push me back. I partially whimpered, as I had to stop.
    “I need to get dressed.” Five simple words, angered me. Clothing would hide perfecting, and I wasn’t having it….at least not yet.

    “No” Grabbing her arm, pulling her harder then necessary. Instead of being frightened she, seemed amused.
    “Someone’s got it bad” Chuckling. Her implying I was whipped was enough to make me growl.
    “I do not” Sounding more like a child.

Yup your so whipped…..I frowned at my inner man, who seemed pleased about the whole thing.

    “Then let me go” Raising her brow, as if I couldn’t do just that. Grumbling with the choices I was left with, I settled for kissing her again before letting go. She laughed while walking out in nothing, but her god given birthday suit. Stalking after her, by larger frame almost rammed her. Frozen like a deer caught between a Mac truck and a shot gun, she stared down the hallway. Turning I frowned at the sight of him.
    Derek in all his stupidest, was gaping at my woman. Thinking I should of taken her again, that would of blown his mind. I grinned at the idea. When my inner man barked.

You know he’s staring at her naked body….right?

A sparked ignited as I jumped, between her flesh and his prying eyes. Pulling my arms behind my back, making sure she was securely tucked behind me. This is one benefit of being larger, that and well…yea.
    “Derek what are you doing here?” She asked peaking around me. He chocked trying to remember why he was here, stupid ass.
    “You..umm…wow…” Taking a deep breath.
    “Spit it out boy” Growling, the sooner he talked the sooner he’d leave my home. Frowning at me, he spoke.
    “Ray Ray….” I growled at his little pet name. “ You got a call on the pay phone.” Her body jumped around me.   
    “What?” Her arm pressed to her chest, while the other covered her more private area. Scooting her behind me a little more, she frowned up. Paying her frown no mind, I wasn’t about to let him see her. Not like this anyways.

    “Yea it came in about an hour ago. I happened to pass the phone.”
    “Who was it?” Snapping the distressed words.
    “She said her name was Trish” I watched as the color drained from her face.
    “Wh..what did she say?” Biting her lip.
    “She said it was super important that you call her back.” Shrugging. With that Ray darting like the bunny into the hole. Loud shuffling as she was tossing clothes around. She looked beyond pissed as she stormed out of the house, wearing what I thought should have been on a biker girl. Black jeans, matching military style boots, with a ripped style black tank holding a leather jacket. Her keys in her other hand, I ran passed Derek.

    “Ray” She spun around whipping her hair with her.
    “Not now” She growled. Turning back to head to the mustang. Frustrated, I ran over to her car as she was sitting down. Closing the passenger seat.
    “Get out” Barking.
    “No” Glaring my own way.
    “Fuck!” Pushing the key into the ignition, roaring the car to live. She didn’t even look behind her as she popped it into reverse, and hit the gas petal. The car rocked backwards, jolting my forward. Before she slammed on the e- brake spinning the tires.

“Just use your cell” Knowing she had one.
    “I can’t do that” Shifting into first, before hitting the gas again.
    “Why the hell not?” She wasn’t making any sense.
    “Its complicated” The gears shifted as her feet did most of the work. Impressed as I was, her driving skills were amazing but I still had to get answers.
    “Ray what’s going on?”

    “I can’t tell you” Shifting again, dirt buckled under the tired, as she rounded a corner. Passing a Semi and pushing past the legal limit.
    “Damn it Ray I need answers”
    “No…No answers.” Shaking her head, before the car rived louder. Town came into view, and instead of slowing down she sped up.
    “RAY” Grabbing the door handle.

    “Shut up, just shut up” Driving right down the middle of the road, her hands moved at lightening speed as she once again grabbed the E-brake puttering the tires. The mustang pun around rocking as it hit the curb, facing us the way home. Gasping for air, I watched her get out. She had parked us right next to the pay phone. Opening my car door, I watched as she dialed a number let it ring a few times then hung up.

    That’s code. Anyone with half a brain new that. She didn’t even bother looking at me as I stood silently. Then again she dialed, and someone answered.
    “Trish?” Her face doing all kinds of, interesting things.
    “What happened, slow down” Grabbing her hair, while leaning her head against the built in case.
    “HE DID WHAT?” Her face reddened, anger sweeping over soft lines.
    “NO, STAY OUT OF THERE. I’M COMING HOME” Hanging the phone up with such force. Walking to the car, I got back in. Afraid she’d defiantly leave me. The engine still running she closed her door, not bothering to buckle herself.
    “Fuck..fuck…fuck…..”She screamed. The car agreed with her, and took action. Flying over a the dirt streets.

    “Ray?”
    “I thought I told you to shut up?” Glaring my way, not looking as she drove.
    “What’s going on” Glaring back. She turned away from me, shifting the cars gears. The house came into view, and she parked in her grams driveway. Killing the engine, leaving the keys sitting on the seat. She ran to my house. What the hell is going on. Thankfully Derek was already gone. Getting out I rounded the house just as she entered it. Going in I heard loud noise, before she emerged holding a black bag. Cocking a small black hand gun, tucking it behind her back.   
    “Ray what the fuck is going..”

    “Dalton” Stopping at the door, as I stood by the kitchen table.     

   “What we had was just sex. Don’t get it fucked up, it was great sex, but I don’t belong here. You need to go back to whatever it was you were going before you met me” With that she pushed threw the door closing it. My body felt weak, as she pushed up the garage dropped the bag next to the door. Walking into her grams house, only a few minutes before she came back out. Grabbing the bag, she entered the garage. The loudest sound I ever heard poured out of the garage, running to the door flinging it open.

    A new style green mustang with blacked out windows, and a few bullet markings peppered the ass end. The Stang shook the ground with such force, I knew it had to be a custom car. The peeling sound as rubber moved at a velocity unlike I have ever seen, outside of movies. Then she was gone, the cloud of dust the only thing left of her. Her grandmother shadow in the kitchen window, looking back at me.

She’d know…he snapped.

Running into Mrs. Sandy’s house, she was startled as my size took over her door frame.
    “Where is Ray going?” Giving know room for her to avoid.
    “Dalton, don’t.” Waving her hand at me.
    “Mrs. Sandy I have been very easy going, but something is clearly wrong and Ray is going somewhere...now where is she going?”
    “I think the better question is why you care?” She sat down at the round table, looking like a queen. My hand smashed the door closed.
    “I don’t have time for this” Brining my hands down on the table. Within seconds her fragile hand had a gun pointed at my face.

    “Be very careful Mr. Dalton, I am not so old I can miss.”
    “Mrs. Sandy” The older woman took on a new form, she was much less mothering like I remember.
    “Sit” Waving the gun to the seat across from her. I did as I was told, not because of the gun but I had a feeling she was going to talk.
    “Now then…do you love my granddaughter?” My head shook, what the hell kind of question is that.

    “I don’t see…”
    “ANSWER” Raising her voice.
    “Yes” Nodding. Her face softened.
    “Good, then we can move on. I think you should know Raydance isn’t just some normal woman. She’s a Transporter.” Watching my expression as I her the last word.
    “A transporter!” It wasn’t possible, Transporters don’t normally live long. People burn them, they are more like expensing delivery people.
    “Yes, she’s started her own business a few years ago. However she has gotten herself into a bind. This is why she came here. But like all good things, she is returning to save Matt.”

Matt who the fuck is Matt?…My inner man didn’t like this.

She stood up opening a kitchen draw, dropping a small tan folder on the table.
    “I know all about you, Agent Dalton. You were top of your class, in the CIA. Out of 34 jobs you completely all with four stars. Not only are you an excellent shot, but your hand to hand combat training is remarked as the best. These are a few of the reasons I requested your absents while my granddaughter visited. You weren’t ready to meet a woman like her, and she wasn’t yet ready for a man like you.” She sat again, opening the file. Sure enough it had my records, which should of long been destroyed.
    “How’d you..”

    “Get these, easy. When you’re the former lover of the chief of police for the biggest city. Not only did I have many flings with the Chief I also am one of the most, highly ranked mobsters daughter.” She was deadly serious, making me swallow.
    “Does Ray…”
    “She knows all about me. Her mother took a softer route, however my grandbaby is more like her granny. She’s a hell of a driver, and just a good shot. However I feel this may get her killed.” Sighing she closed my folder.

    “What has she gotten into?” Rubbing my face.
    “She has officially been burned, and not just some small time hooky. Her burn was to the largest drug dealer in the San Antonio area. He’s blood thirsty, and the item he claims Ray with held holds more information then known to man. If she doesn’t get the info back to him, he’ll kill Matt. And if that doesn’t bring her out, he’ll just keep going. Sooner or later getting to me, and perhaps you.”

“Why would he kill me?”
    “Dalton are you a fool? What were the last words my baby said to you?” Fussy my brain retraced her last words.
    “She mentioned something about she didn’t belong here, and I need to go back to whatever it was I was doing before I met her.” The jumbled pieces of the insane puzzle were starting to fit.
    “I’m not surprised. She’s hoping to end it without you getting hurt”
    “She’s going to get herself killed” Quickly standing up.
    “Yes, it’s a possibility.”

    “How are you so calm, your granddaughter is..”
    “MY granddaughter is a very intelligent woman, she knew what she was getting into when she created this company. I should know I helped her build it.” She stood meeting me half way.
    “You helped her?”
    “Yes, how do you think Ray got her first client? Now are you willing to do anything for her.” The question should have been self answered.
    “Of course”
    “Good, then we need to get you to NYC. Here” Handing me a plane ticket. It was a one way ticket.

    “When you get there, go to lot C4. Go to the back they’ll be a black car, take it. In side will be a laptop and a cell phone. I’ll call you.”
    “How do you..”
    “I know everything Dalton, specially about my grandbaby. Now take her mustang and go to the airport. Don’t worry about anything I have it all taken cared of.” She shooed me out the door like some dirty dog. Walking to the mustang I started it up, leaving.
The next thing I new I was on a plane bound for NYC, while I was guessing Ray was driving. It felt like forever before the plane signaled sign popped up to exit. Being one of the first to get off, I walked to the parking garage.