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  This book is Part Three of the “Obsessed Bounty Hunter Romance Series”

  1. Secrets Revealed

  2. Heart Surrendered

  3. Rapid Pulse Bounty

  Rapid Pulse Bounty

  Obsessed Bounty Hunter Romance Series

  Book 3

  © Revelry Publishing 2014

  By Carla Coxwell

  Jacqui Schneider gazed at her naked reflection in the mirror and liked what she saw. She had always been curvaceous since her breasts started to form when she was sixteen years old. She got that from her mom. But unlike her mom, whose modest virtues bordered on obsessive, Jacqui loved to flaunt her sexiness even as a teenage girl.

  But since hooking up with Uncle Max at The Agency, the daily rigors of the exercise routines the old man made her go through every day certainly managed to give her muscles the tone that wasn’t there before. Her shoulders seemed broader, giving the illusion of a smaller waistline that curved down to her hips. Her round ass was perky as she gave it a playful smack. Her toned arms and legs gave her body the overall impression of a well-oiled machine. Sweating profusely after a five mile run, her sunburned milky-white skin had a pinkish tinge.

  After her first assignment went better than expected, Jacqui gained a certain confidence that she never felt before. The next three captures were just as successful. Everything was going well for her. The changes she saw in her body were merely icing on the cake. Every successful capture meant more money in her pocket. It would never replace the loneliness she felt in being alone without mom, dad, and Danny, but it was a good start. Jacqui mulled over in her mind how to spend some of it. Travel, perhaps? But that decision was a long way off from today.

  The thought that she would never have to worry about money in the future gave her a sense of security she lost when her whole family was murdered. The easy fifty thousand dollars that she earned from four bounty works had been deposited in the bank, together with the money her dad left her.

  “Not bad…” Jacqui whispered in approval over her finances as well as the reflection staring back at her.

  Picking up the heap of dirty clothes from the floor and grabbing a robe along the way, Jacqui entered the bathroom of her new apartment. Uncle Max helped her settle into her new digs. He insisted that Jacqui come down to the headquarters every day and keep up with her training. So Jacqui opted for a modest townhouse in a quiet neighborhood five miles away. It was a two bedroom affair, furnished, thus sparing her the tedious task of shopping for her own furniture. The living room and kitchen were roomy enough to keep her comfortable during the times she was home.

  The only indulgence she added was a shower stall with overhead rainfall shower, a handheld shower hose and 6 body jets. Plus the whirlpool bathtub that Uncle Max declared was a waste of good money. Jacqui insisted that taking long showers was an indulgence and won the argument. This was where she retreated after grueling days of tracking her prey, oftentimes foregoing the luxury of a plain shower when she was on the road. Jacqui adjusted the knobs of the whirlpool and watched as the water churned gently against the edges of the tub. She lit a few incense candles and poured lavender bath oil into the water.

  She stepped gingerly into the warm water and slithered her whole body against the tub. She closed her eyes and sighed in bliss, basking in the floating sensation, making her feel weightless. She allowed her mind to roam, setting free all thoughts and stresses that accompanied her job. But it was also during times like these that thoughts she had buried deep in the recesses of her psyche often crept out of their screened-off area where she had buried them.

  Like Adam…

  She hadn’t seen or heard from him since that day she made her first successful bounty. The revelry that accompanied her return wasn’t enough to cover up the intense disappointment she felt when she was told he left with Sarah. She cried herself to sleep that night, after admitting to herself the true status of her heart. She had fallen in love with him… fallen in love with a man who belonged to someone else.

  Often, she cursed the day they met. Cursed the seduction he laid out for her. She blamed herself for trying to defeat him in his own game which ended with them having sex on the boxing ring floor. His intoxicating scent, the smell of his breath, the steely feel of his arms around her waist, the powerful thrusts as he entered her astride on his hips.

  Jacqui crossed her arms around herself longing for Adam’s lean arms. Then she uncrossed them to caress the skin of her throat, shoulders, and belly. They felt velvety and smooth to the touch. Unwittingly, her hands moved to her breasts as she lay immersed in the warm frothy water. She cupped both and let the thumbs and forefingers of each hand play with her nipples. She felt them harden under her ministrations as twinges of sexual pleasure traveled down her groin.

  Jacqui enjoyed the feeling of her fingers as they slowly moved down to her cunt. Using two fingers, she opened the lips of her labia and let her clit pop out. The whirlpool massaged her clit gently. It felt really good. She rubbed her exposed nub and added pressure with her finger. Her back arched as a spike of pleasure signaled her arousal. Jacqui raised herself up from the tub and sat down against the rim. She opened her legs wide as she straddled two sides of the tub. She knew what she wanted, what she needed badly.

  She picked up a bottle of lube and applied some on her fingers. Then she positioned her fingers against her vagina and rubbed her clit gently. The heat started to build within her open legs. As the heat mounted inside her, Jacqui added more and more pressure on her clit until it felt on fire. She knew her orgasm was near. She imagined Adam’s lips as they flicked repeatedly on her clit when he had her prone on the mat. As the intense heat flaring between her legs became too much to bear, she gave in to a powerful orgasm, uttering Adam’s name over and over
again.

  ***

  An hour and fifteen minutes later, Jacqui entered the gate of The Agency complex. She wanted to practice on the punching bags. Jerking off today left her feeling lethargic. Instead of diminishing the longing for Adam which she had buried deep inside, it left her with the feeling of wanting more.

  “A few rounds on the mat may do me some good,” Jacqui thought to herself.

  She dressed up in black compression short shorts which only served to draw attention to her booty. A white razor back t-shirt that ended just above her navel completed her training outfit. Uncle Max saw her arrive in her car and called out to her.

  “I have something for you…come inside, Jac,” Uncle Max said leaving the door open.

  He hands her a parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with a twine. Jacqui eagerly tore open the package and squealed in joy. Inside was a pink and gray Walter PPK handgun. It was slim and at 6 inches long, fitted perfectly in the palm of her hand.

  “Oh, Uncle Max, thank you…it’s…it’s perfect,” Jacqui declared as she gave the old man a hug.

  “Eli and I were discussing the best weapon for you and we both agreed this is it,” Uncle Max said, obviously happy they made the right choice for her.

  And then as an afterthought, the old man declared, “You’re a good shot Jac, just like your dad. Keep up your practice with Eli. Learn the characteristics of your gun until it becomes an extension of your hand.”

  “Yes… yes… I will…” an elated Jacqui replied before dropping the gun into her purse.

  “Ready to kick some ass?” Uncle Max asked, eying her tight shorts and even tighter tees.

  “Nah…just the punch bags for now…” Jacqui replied with a wink

  “Well…I’m glad coz I don’t think anyone will win against you in that outfit…” Uncle Max retorted with laughter in his voice.

  The gym was quiet. Nobody was around today using the ring or flexing muscles on the punch bag. This suited Jacqui just fine. She was in no mood for company. She started with five hundred jump ropes to break out a sweat before donning the gloves and approaching the bag hanging from the ceiling. With light punches, she danced around the bag to improve her footwork. Then she moved on to combination punches. She focused her concentration on her fists just like Adam taught her.

  “It’s not about strength, but how you use your fists to deploy the power of your punch… ” she remembered him saying.

  With every punch the hapless bag took, Jacqui felt she was pounding her unrequited feelings back into the compartment inside her heart where she had reserved a special lock and key for it. She only slowed down when the darkened hall was suddenly illuminated by sunbeams streaming from the doorway as someone entered the room.

  Curious to see who the newcomer was, Jacqui stopped momentarily to greet the new arrival. The sun was shining directly into the open doorway. The silhouette was shrouded in the glow coming from the sun overhead. It took Jacqui’s eyes a few seconds to adjust from the darkened interiors as she eyed the shimmering form bathed in sunshine. When the newcomer closed the door behind, Jacqui gave a gasp of surprise.

  The figure was shirtless, as usual. The denim jeans hung carelessly below the hips, emphasizing the flat stomach and the six pack abs. The hair hanging just above the shoulders still needed a haircut. It had a reddish tint over the burnished brown color that it used to be. The smile still held the same combination of a mock and a naughty grin.

  The figure was unmistakable. It was Adam.

  ***

  Jacqui was in a state of shock. She didn’t know if the figure leisurely walking toward her was a figment of her imagination… a deception her mind was playing on her pining heart.

  “Hello Jacqui,” Adam greeted her with a nonchalant smile on his face.

  “Hi…Adam,” Jacqui squeaked, her throat barely able to make the words come out.

  And then she realized she needed to say something more than just a mundane hi.

  “Err… you’re here… it’s nice to see you back… when did you get ba… ?” she managed to stammer words that fell over each other.

  Fuck, nice didn’t even come close. She was ecstatic, euphoric, overjoyed. Now if she could only unfreeze her brain so she didn’t sound catatonic. Jacqui reached out her hand to shake his in greeting just as Adam moved forward and clasped her in an embrace.

  Another awkward moment… welcome, but totally unexpected.

  Jacqui hoped he wouldn’t notice how wildly her heart was fluttering inside her chest as her feelings struggled to surface from their stronghold.

  “Last night…” Adam answered before releasing her from his arms.

  “Last night?” Jacqui mimicked, feeling like a parrot. “Oh… you arrived last night.”

  “Yah… Uncle Max has been updating me with things around here. Heard you’re doing great,” Adam replied with a sideways glance, uncertainty written on his face. What was wrong with her?

  “Well, yah… err… thanks…” Jacqui once again stumbled through her vocabulary which seemed to have shrunk to four- or five-letter words.

  Why did he have such an effect on her composure? Surely he had no idea about her feelings for him.

  “Uncle Max said I’d find you here… you look great, Jacqui,” Adam said eyeing her and obviously liking what he saw.

  Jacqui flushed under his intense gaze and felt naked once again.

  “Feel like doing a round with me?” Adam teased her.

  “No… no, thanks, I was just cooling down when you came,” Jacqui replied although she felt a stab of disappointment.

  What she really wanted to say was, Hell yeah… bring it on…

  Adam laughed at her discomfiture, reading her thoughts.

  He took a seat in the exact spot on the boxing ring where he fucked her. Jacqui knew that he did it on purpose. As if to remind her of what took place on that mat.

  “So…fill me in… what happened when you were out there…?” Adam tapped the empty space beside him, inviting her to sit.

  Gingerly, as if walking on eggshells, Jacqui positioned herself beside him. She thought she wouldn’t have the words to convey to him everything she felt when she was out there all alone. But Adam’s encouraging demeanor made it easy. She told him about the long hours of sitting and waiting for her prey to make their appearance, the dismay she felt when she lost track of their whereabouts, the sudden adrenaline rush when she recovered their tracks, her anxiety when she had them within her sight just before she made a call to confirm their location, and the euphoria that accompanied her after each successful bounty.

  “Oh, Adam, it’s the best feeling in the world…” she gushed.

  “Better than an orgasm?” Adam asked impishly.

  Jacqui nudged him playfully with her shoulder. She can be cool with him. After all, she did decide to start a friendship with the rascal.

  “Oh… I almost forgot… Uncle Max wants to see you in his office,” Adam said, jumping from the edge of the boxing ring, holding out his hand to help her down.

  Jacqui reached out to accept his assistance, a thrilling buzz running through her palm, up her elbow, through her shoulders and straight into her heart with the sudden contact. She was alarmingly aware that he didn’t let go of his grip as they made their way towards the door and out into the open to see the old man.

  ***

  Uncle Max was sitting behind his table, a stack of documents spread out before him.

  “Ahh…good…you’re both here,” he greeted them, indicating the two chairs in front for them to sit on.

  “Meet Malcolm Leech, 33 years old, originally from Havana, but managed to acquire U.S. citizenship, second in command to an arms dealer who is so elusive, the DEA thinks it’s almost impossible to catch him. Leech has a bounty on his head for $750,000 and his boss at a million dollars, caught alive. They supply ammo for the different street gangs - Hispanics, Latinos, Mexicans, and Blacks. Mostly from the Chicago area. No discrimination. You show money, they deliver,” th
e old man informed them.

  “Why has the DEA been unsuccessful if they sell to anyone…?” Adam asked.

  “They have powerful connections… their reach is so high they seem to be always a step ahead of the DEA, who suspects a mole in their department. The DEA realized they couldn’t do anything using their own agents so they deployed someone else months ago to do the sting. Word on the street now is Leech has just received fresh delivery, more than they can handle. His boss does not feel it is in safe hands. With too much ammo lying around, it’s bound to attract the attention of the authorities. He is pressuring Leech to find buyers, pronto. That’s all we know.”

  “So the DEA approached you, asking help in tracking the whereabouts of this Leech…” Jacqui concluded.

  But Uncle Max cut in before she could finish her sentence and said, “Not just track the guy, but pose as interested buyers, and hopefully, set up a meeting with the brains behind the organization.”