"Jacks, exactly what toys did you think I was referring to?" she questioned. "You guys have been acting so weird about his toys. I mean, you are the one who told him to show me them. I would like to be let in on the joke. It's getting old being left in the dark."

"Um, okay. Ethan, would you like to explain to Ryleigh why we would all be a little worried about you sending toys from your toy box?" Jacks asked.

"Not really, Alpha," Ethan replied.

Cash was trying so hard to hold out. He was practically dancing in his seat.

"But Ethan, Ryleigh is technically your superior right now. So, if she wants to know what is in your toy box, you are bound to tell her. There is no gag order out on what you keep hidden in your toy box," Cash teased.

Ethan squirmed, "You're f.u.c.king hilarious, a.s.shole, but I think Jacks should explain my toy box to Ryleigh; maybe later and in private. Ryleigh, just keep in mind that I have the utmost respect for women, and I would never hurt anyone unless they wanted me to."

Ryleigh was confused, why would Ethan say he would never hurt anyone unless they wanted him to? Had she been wrong about these guys? She thought he had a hidden stash of s.e.x toys. She needed answers.

"Okay, now you guys need to explain yourselves and PDQ because causing harm to women willingly or not is something I cannot overlook, even for family. Someone better starting talking and now," Ryleigh demanded, getting concerned.

"s.h.i.t, honey, it's not like that I swear it's just..." Ethan tried to explain himself.

Jacks finally spoke up. "Baby, Ethan as well as the rest of us have been trained in the D/s lifestyle, as in BDSM. He is a s.a.d.i.s.t. Before you get all bent out of shape, it's entirely consensual. The submissives that he plays with either want or needs what he has to offer."

Yeah, she could feel her face getting red again. Dang it, she didn't openly talk about s.e.x, and in the course of her time with Jacks, it seemed to come up quite a bit. Sugar, she just wished that she could control her response in front of these guys. She had never had a problem before it was embarra.s.sing.

"Of course, I have heard of BDSM," she said. "I read, guys. I would have had to be living under a rock not to have heard of it. Ethan, sorry, but on second thought, I really don't want to play in that toy box. Tech toys, heck yeah, whips and chains, not so much."

But Ryleigh couldn't help but think, Jackson's toy box might be exciting to play in.

Ethan was visibly upset, "Oh s.h.i.t, thanks a lot, guys. Now she isn't going to want to be my little sister any more, a.s.sholes. Ryleigh, I swear I think a woman should be cherished and worshiped. Never would I do anything to them that isn't consensual. I understand with the type of work we all do, where you might get the wrong idea about sadomasochism, but I don't abuse anyone."

Ryleigh let him off the hook. She didn't care what he did behind closed doors or in dungeons.

"It's okay, Ethan, and it is fine. Like I said before, I read a lot. Some aspects of BDSM even intrigue me. I'm not judging you," she a.s.sured him.

Then Ryleigh threw them all for a loop and started asking Ethan questions.

"So, do you just do it in your bedroom or do you have a dungeon or a club that you attend?" She inquired further. "Where exactly do you find your m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.ts, and are they only women or do you work with men too? Are you bis.e.xual? Which implement do you prefer more a cat-o-nine-tails or a bull whip? Do you use those if so why? I can figure out what it does for the submissive from what I read but what does it do for the dominate? How did you get into the lifestyle?"

She would have gone on if Ethan hadn't interrupted her.

"Whoa there, those are questions that maybe Jacks can answer for you."

At least, this time, their faces were the ones sporting a blush, interesting.

"Fine, but I don't see why you guys keep on saying Jacks will explain." Ryleigh stated. "We are all adults here. Why can't you tell after I asked you all of the questions? It is your kink we are talking about, after all."

"Well, because Jacks is your mate," Ethan said.

"And that is another thing you guys keep on saying; Jacks is my mate, or I am his." Ryleigh was baffled. "We have known each other for one day. I know what a mate is supposed to be, but how can you be so sure that I am Jackson's. I mean, doesn't it take longer than a day to have a relationship, let alone one that creates loving bonds on the spiritual level?"

"Sorry, sugar some things just are," Cash said. You know how earlier you stated that you felt a connection with all of us, that didn't even take a couple of hours why would mating be different?

"Well, I don't know," Ryleigh continued. "Maybe because it is more intimate and on a much deeper level. What about the emotion love? You can't tell me that you guys believe in love at first sight, maybe l.u.s.t, but not love. It is my belief that you cannot have a genuinely committed relationship without love."

Could it be? Could Jacks have felt that for her? G.o.d knew it was defiantly love at first sight for her. Ryleigh just didn't want to be that girl. She also just wasn't ready to admit it out loud. She could see herself with Jacks for the rest of her life, and it wasn't logical. Could a connection deep enough happen so instantly?

Jacks felt uncomfortable now. s.h.i.t, how could she not feel love for him when he was already head over heels for her? But she was a human with some Shifter DNA; maybe it didn't affect her the same way it did him. Time to deflect, he thought.

"Hey, we can get into the mating stuff later, or not," Jacks interjected. "Right now, we have a mission to discuss. And for that mission, Ryleigh, you are my mate, or rather wife. Everyone is just trying to get into the head s.p.a.ce we need to pull this mission off."

Yeah, he thought, good bulls.h.i.t save.

Well, apparently, Jacks wasn't going to answer her questions; just like Ethan evaded her earlier ones. What was it with guys and getting all squirmy when they didn't want to hear what she had to say?

So, she decided two could play that game and replied, "We need to concentrate on getting in and getting out of the Franklin house without detection. Do you all feel that we have prepped enough for that to happen?"

Jacks acted immediately when it had to do with work, just not the personal emotional stuff. Ryleigh could relate; that stuff was hard.

"We have prepped as much as we can," Jacks stated. "Cash and I have managed to navigate the residence from out mock up. I was able to get to the office, break into the safe, and then replace it in 40 minutes. That will give us a bit of leeway. I have learned the proper lifting and positioning techniques thanks to Eli. Ryleigh is, or soon will be, wired for sound thanks to her new toys. I say we call it a night. Zero Five Thirty is going to come faster than we want. Come on, wifey, time for your next lesson."

"What do you mean Jacks? You just said we were as prepared as we were going to be. What else do I need to learn?" Ryleigh asked.

"Why, how to sleep with your husband, honey" Jacks stated.

Yep, she was going to have to invest in some type of pill to control her blushing with this man or men. She didn't even know if there was something like that on the market. Maybe she would just finance a trial because she was getting kind of sick of showing how much she was affected all the time. Funny, she never had this problem before; it only happened since meeting Jacks.

"What exactly do you mean I need to learn how to sleep with my husband? I think sleeping is the least of our worries," Ryleigh replied.

"Well, Baby, Cash and I took the liberty of going through the clothes you brought for this mission," Jacks admitted. "Besides the scrubs, you will need for working with Mrs. Franklin, we had to make a few changes."

"What do you mean you made a few changes?" Ryleigh questioned. "My clothes are just fine, Jacks, and why in the h.e.l.l would you and Cash need to go through my clothes? I know how to dress myself, Jacks; I have been doing it for a long time. I plan on wearing my scrubs the whole time we are there. Why would I need anything else except pajamas and underwear?"

"Exactly, Baby. Night everyone, see you in the morning," Jacks announced. "Come on wifey, time to learn how to make your husband happy."

Chapter 31.

"Sugar, does he mean...? I am so not having s.e.x with this man, she thought to herself. I mean we just met and what is he going to do when he finds out about my V-card? Maybe I should just tell him that should put a huge damper on whatever he has planned.

She could say, 'Sorry, Jacks, but I can't have s.e.x with you. Yeah, I have never slept with a guy, and even though we have this weird connection, you apparently think this is just part of the mission. And well, I really had kind of hoped that I wouldn't lose my v-card to prep for said purpose'. Yeah, that would go over really well. Ryleigh thought.

Jacks was still practically dragging her towards what she a.s.sumed was a bedroom. But when they got there, she realized that it was more like an office with and attached bathroom and a bedroll, how romantic. I guess the guys did neglect one area of the temporary base.

"By the way, how did your guys get a temporary base set up so quickly? You seem to have every amenity available to you?" Ryleigh asked.

"Noticed, that, did you?" Jacks replied. "We actually do a lot of work in this area, so it's more of a safe house than a temporary base. We try to make improvements each year. We have plans for real bedrooms after the mission. The other teams also use the s.p.a.ce when needed."

"Okay, baby, first lesson: no wife of mine is going to wear flannel sleep pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt to bed," he stated. "I'm not even going to go into your granny panty selection. Although colorful, there isn't much else to be said about it. Have you ever been to a lingerie store? s.h.i.t, I have even seen s.e.xy underwear in Wal-Mart. So, there aren't any excuses you could give; your underwear is just sad. Now, here this is what my wife would be sleeping in and what you will be sleeping in until the end of the mission."

What Jacks handed Ryleigh had to have been the softest, silky, white nightgown she had ever felt. It must have cost a fortune. Ryleigh was pretty wealthy herself, but she didn't allow herself such luxuries, preferring to donate her money to worthy causes. But she had to admit, if the nightgown felt as good on her body as it did in her hands, she might have to rethink her nightwear in the future. One thing did concern her, though; he had given her the nightgown and nothing else. She was not a commando type of girl.

"Ah, Jacks, I kind of need underwear," Ryleigh stated.

"The second lesson: no wife of mine would be wearing underwear to bed either," Jacks declared. "Well, not unless she was having her period, then you could wear all those granny panties you seem so fond of. I have no desire to earn my red wings now or in the future. Are you having your period, Ryleigh?" he asked, seemingly concerned.

She could totally lie. That could save her from this conversation, but she just didn't feel right lying to Jacks.

"Well, no, but I just don't feel comfortable about not wearing any panties Jacks."

"Well sorry, baby, but panties are out of the question. Now go and get ready for bed. The bathroom is all yours. I will get ready once you're finished."

"Fine!" Ryleigh exclaimed.

After spending more time than necessary in the bathroom, Ryleigh had just about convinced herself this wasn't going to work. Then she thought, what the h.e.l.l, nothing is going to happen that she didn't let happen. She was a trained operative. Jacks wasn't going to take advantage of her, and this is just a role that she had to play; even if it was a role that she would like to stay in for the rest of her life. Jacks doesn't need to know that, right?

With that last thought, she had finally found her courage. Although, she also had to admit that the nightgown looked and felt exquisite. The man had excellent taste. Ryleigh felt s.e.xy for the first time in her life, and she wasn't going to let that feeling go to waste. After all, turnabout was fair trade; Jacks had been turning her on all day. Maybe it was his turn to feel a little uncomfortable. So, she straightened her shoulders, it was time to face her "husband".

Walking out into the room, Ryleigh noticed Jacks was standing by the window talking on his phone. Dang it, she mustered up all her courage and he didn't even see her big reveal; so much for her moment. At a loss of what to do, she couldn't help the nerves that were surfacing. Should she just stand there and wait for his reaction, or better yet, just run to the bed, roll, and cover up? Dang it, decisions, decisions.

Jacks heard the door to the bathroom open and noticed Ryleigh standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye. My Lord, could the women be more beautiful? Her auburn hair shimmered in the light from the bathroom, and her skin was glowing. The little silk nightie enhanced her generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s and rounded hips; the woman was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. It was time for lesson three: how to be his wife. He just hoped that she wouldn't go running from the room. It was a possibility as she was currently trying to get to the makeshift bed undetected. Time to finish up my call, Jacks thought.

"Hey, Kayden, thanks for the update. We will get in touch with your team as soon as the operation is over. Roger that sit-rep in six days, good luck man" he said, hanging up the phone.

Sitting on the bed roll with the blanket almost up to her neck, Ryleigh asked, "Was that Kayden and has he met up with Zoey? She hasn't reported in yet. Is everything going okay?"

"Yeah, it was Kayden, and he and Zoey have met up," Jacks replied. "It sounds like they got off to a b.u.mpy start. But they must have come to some understanding because they are preparing to breach the facility that Zoey has been watching. It seems promising, but they haven't seen or been able to locate any signs of Ca.s.sie anywhere on the premises."

"Well, at least they will be doing it together," Ryleigh said. "I tried to prepare Kayden for Zoey at the meeting that she is the lone wolf type. She is extremely distrustful and prefers, well actually insists, on working alone. We try to stay out of her way, but we always keep an eye on her whether she likes it or not."

"Yeah, well, Kayden is pretty much the same way. But being in the military and working with for NAC, he has learned the value of teamwork. None of us could do what we do without our teams or NAC behind us," Jacks declared.

"I agree with you, Jacks," Ryleigh retorted. "It's just that with what Zoey has been through, I have a tendency to give her a long rope. We keep an eye on her and have and will pull her out if she gets into trouble. I can only imagine what she is going through right now. If Kayden's men are as big and bad as yours, then she is probably half way to a meltdown by now. But please don't get me wrong, Zoey won't put anyone else in jeopardy, only herself. She cannot take anyone coming to harm because of her. She will follow whatever protocol they come up with for their mission to the letter."

"That is good to hear," Jacks said, walking towards the bathroom. "I am going to get ready for bed now. Be back in a second. Oh, and Ryleigh, prepare for lesson three of being my wife. It will start as soon as I am out of the bathroom," Jacks said with that s.e.xy little smirk again.

d.a.m.n, the man just did things to her.

Closing the door to the bathroom, Jacks rested his head against it. d.a.m.n it, if he didn't get his d.i.c.k under control and soon, he was never going to make it through the night. He was pretty sure that once he stripped, he would find his b.a.l.l.s purple, no, blue; he was hurting that bad. He had been in a constant state of arousal since meeting Ryleigh, and if he didn't take himself in hand, he was sure he was going to need a hospital to relieve the pressure. Jacks opened the shower door and turned the water on.

Getting into the shower he took himself in hand, and it didn't take but a couple of pumps to the images he had early of Ryleigh's plump little lips wrapped around him to make him spew. f.u.c.k, he had never c.u.m so hard in his life by masturbating. Deciding that he needed a little extra help, he turned the water to cold, hoping that he would be able to have a couple more minutes of peace before his d.i.c.k got out of hand again. He wasn't really hopeful because what he had planned next was going to test his limits.

Chapter 32.

After what felt like was an hour, but probably only ten minutes, Jacks emerged from the bathroom in all his glory. Well in all his "Freakin Naked Glory." The man was hot, no question about it. His dark hair was disheveled from rubbing the towel through it, and his green eyes were unusually bright; they practically glowed like one of those light sticks that kids play will on Halloween.

Ryleigh's eyes caught on a drop of water that he had missed when drying off, dripping down his neck. Her eyes followed that water drop as it descended to his perfectly chiseled chest. He wasn't bare like some body builders, but he had a light covering of hair on his pecs and stomach. Yummy. As that water droplet traveled, she couldn't help but notice his eight pack, yes, eight pack. The man was built. But as the droplet moved downward, the next thing that her mind registered was that he was HUNG. She was not talking your average p.e.n.i.s. She had been to medical school; she had seen those. He was HUNG and the longer she stared, the bigger it got. She knew it right then, and there was absolutely no way she was Jacks' true or fated mate because there was absolutely no way that monster would ever fit inside her body. Shoot, she couldn't even give the man a b.l.o.w.j.o.b as a consolation prize because she would be deep throating him a third of the way through.

f.u.c.k, Jacks thought, everything was going great until Ryleigh caught sight of his d.i.c.k and then her expression went from arousal, to puzzlement, then fear. Not a good time to lighten the mood. It was like she had never seen a c.o.c.k before. Jacks knew he was larger than the average man, but Shifters were different; they were all bigger than an average person. s.h.i.t, if what he suspected was true, maybe he should go and put on some pants. Could this woman still be a virgin at 28 years old? Jacks thought, I mean she runs one of the top security agencies, and she deals with abuse victims all the time. How could she relate to a rape victim's trauma if she has never done the deed herself? No way, she couldn't be a virgin.

"Time for lesson three, wifey," Jacks announced. "I always sleep in the buff. If we were married, you would be too, but I made the exception for you because this is a mission. I don't want those pervs in security at the Franklin house to see you naked; that is reserved for only your husband."

Now she just looked flummoxed and then she spoke, "Jacks, I mean can you even have s.e.x the normal way with that thing? I mean, it's abnormally huge," she said, motioning towards his package. "It's just so big; you could totally do some permanent damage with that. I heard there was this p.o.r.n star that did that, but they said he was only about 12 inches. You are way bigger than that, how could a woman even..."

"I a.s.sure you, baby, that, yes, I am quite cable of having s.e.x the normal way," Jacks rea.s.sured her, "and I will fit just fine when the time comes. But now we need to get on with our lessons. Lesson four is: I always sleep on the side of the room the door is on, so scoot over."

"Jacks, wait, aren't you going to put at least underwear on?" Ryleigh asked, concerned. "I mean, we aren't married for real and we are not on the mission yet. Maybe I don't want the pervs in security to be ogling your package either."

"Nope, I'm a guy and I really don't care who sees my junk; it is, after all, pretty impressive as you pointed out. Now scoot," he said, climbing into bed with her. "Time for lesson five, it's one of the best ones: cuddling."

Jacks maneuvered around until he had Ryleigh's head resting in the cradle of his arm. He then spooned around her with his gigantic d.i.c.k wedged in-between her b.u.t.t cheeks, with his hand was cupping her breast. d.a.m.n, the man's appendage might scare the c.r.a.p out of her, but just having him hold her so close and intimately was doing things to her body that she had never experienced before.

He then kissed her neck and whispered, "There is nothing on earth that can compare to the feeling of your skin next to mine, baby. I could die a happy man right now."

And, yep, Ryleigh was totally lost. Turning her head, all she could say was his name. She wasn't sure if it was a whimper, a plea for mercy, or for something more that even she didn't know. She needed him. Then he lowered those gorgeous full lips and kissed her deep and hard. The man had her with one kiss; he could do anything he wanted at the moment and Ryleigh would have let him. As the kiss heated up, Ryleigh was almost willing to die because of the lack of oxygen. Then in a move she couldn't have predicted, he started kissing down the column of her neck, all the while his hand, which had slipped into the top of her nightie, was doing glorious things to her breast. Ryleigh couldn't have contained the moan that came from deep within her soul if she tried. When he started talking, she knew any battle she could have put up he had already won.

"G.o.d, Baby, I have been dying to taste you since you walked into that conference. Are you going to let me taste you, Baby?" he said. "I would start with your perfect little nipples, taking first one then the other in my mouth. I would suck gently at first and then harder. Would you like that, Baby, me sucking on your nipples? I think you might, seeing how tight and hard they are right now, just from my fingers. You want my mouth on them, don't you, Baby?"

He was saying all this while his fingers were lightly grazing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, zeroing in on her nipple. Then he started to pinch it gently at first, but then harder.

"After I had my fill of them, which would take a while, I would lick and kiss my way down your stomach," Jacks continued.

He used his fingers to demonstrate, circling her belly b.u.t.ton with his finger; mimicking what he would do with his mouth. Ryleigh had never wished a garment gone more in her life than in that moment. When he continued his downward journey with his finger, tracing her mound and then her hip only to continuing down her leg to the hem of the nightie, Ryleigh was ready to jump out of her skin because if felt so good.

Jacks continued his dirty little thoughts with, "Will you let me taste you, Baby?"

Ryleigh didn't know what to say or what to do; her body and mind were mush. Before her brain could even register the thought, she had said, "Yes". It was barely a whisper, but she had said it and meant it. Jacks moved back and helped Ryleigh onto her back, taking her mouth in for another deep kiss. He owned her mouth just like he owned her body. The man could kiss. Always directing, he played with her tongue, teeth, and then the roof of her mouth; dueling with her tongue, showing her who was in charge. There was not a question he was, and he played her like a fiddle. She felt his hand lifting her nightie out of the way. At first, he just rubbed her thigh and the crease between her leg and hip, slowly drawing her legs apart at the same time. He ended the kiss and started to cover her body.

"Open for me, Baby," he directed.

Ryleigh couldn't do anything but comply. Opening her legs the rest of the way, so Jacks could fit himself in the "v" of her body.

He ground his thick erection against her and groaned, "Oh, Baby, you feel so good against me."

Ryleigh couldn't agree more, but since no words would come to her, the gasps and moans she was making would have to suffice.

"Lift up, Baby," he ordered. "This needs to go."