Guarding Tara: Part 2
Commandos attack by land and water.
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I pulled up the covers and tucked her in.
Silently, I got up and put my boxers back on before heading to the
kitchen. The house was dark, save for the dim, flickering light
coming from the fireplace. I didn't turn on any lights, as moving
through the darkness had always felt natural to me, comforting.
Probably how cockroaches feel. Anyway, it was after midnight and I
wanted to get an early start on the new day's beer ration. As I drank
my beer, I thought about what I had just done with my buddy's
daughter. Yes, she was an adult, now, and yes, she had wanted this as
much as I had. But would either of those things matter to Jason? I
hoped I hadn't destroyed a friendship that spanned multiple decades.
I put more wood on the fire and stood in the middle of the living
room, staring out the big bay windows, finishing off my beer as I
looked down the long driveway. The thunderstorm had passed but the
moon was still hidden by clouds. In the kitchen, I pulled a second
beer from the fridge, set it on the counter and picked up my phone. I
took a quick photo of the bottle and sent it to Frank with a text:
"Wish you were here!"
Halfway through the beer, Frank's reply buzzed my phone.
I made a mental note to take him a couple beers when I went to
check on him later. The empty bottles went into the trash and I
returned to the bedroom. For a long while, I just stood beside the
bed, watching the beautiful young woman asleep on it. Of all the
women that had been in my bed, Tara was the only one I cared about.
The only one I actually loved. I stealthily slipped back in bed and
drew the covers up. Though not awake, Tara moved toward me like a
plant moving toward sunlight, snuggling in close. I put my arm around
her, kissed her forehead softly. No way would I let anyone harm her.
I awoke to Tara's sweet lips on mine, kissing me, sucking at my
mouth. I kissed her back, then rolled out of bed and headed for the
"Toothpaste!" I cried out over my shoulder. "I need
toothpaste and a shower."
Tara giggled and lay back on the bed, stretched out morning
muscles as she sprawled there, naked. In the bathroom, I took care of
the usual stuff, then turned on the shower. Tara walked in behind me
and sat on the toilet while I waited on the hot water. I leaned down
to kiss her with my minty fresh mouth as she tinkled. She reached out
and stroked my cum encrusted cock as she kissed me back.
"That sure is a big shower, Uncle Gabriel."
Yes, it certainly was. We showered together, washed each other
amid almost constant kissing. I sucked her titties and massaged her
cuntlips and clit; Tara sucked my cock and massaged my balls.
I fucked her from behind for a while, until her legs were close to
giving out, then turned her around and pressed her into a corner,
lifted her right leg and screwed her until we both came. As I pumped
another load into her tight, delicious pussy, I realized how easily
Tara could become an addiction for me.
By mid-morning we had eaten, screwed again in the kitchen, and
went outside for a hike in the woods. With Frank on overwatch, I felt
secure enough to leave the rifle behind, opting instead for my BFR 45
70 revolver in a chest rig, and a Walther PPQ 45 on my hip, for
backup.
“Hey, there are bears in these parts. Doesn't hurt to be
prepared, right?” Tara sucked me off in the woods, but didn't
want to fuck because of her fear of spiders.
Damn right I pulled out my cock and let her suck it; I ain't
We had Reubens and fries for lunch. I made a couple more for
Frank. Tara caught up with me on the day's beer rations as I had
switched to water. Tara was a very pleasant conversationalist and
lunch was a very nice change from my typical solo meals.
After cleaning up, I packed the sandwiches, several miscellaneous
snack goodies, six bottles of water, and two beers for Frank.
"Beast to Overwatch, sit rep, over," I said into a
small, hand-held 2-way radio.
"Overwatch to Beast, dude, you live by a seriously boring
piece of asphalt," Frank replied over the radio. "This shit
is deader than week old road kill."
"Cool," I returned, "Heading your way to resupply,
rally at the turnoff, over."
"Roger that, see you in a few."
I clipped the radio to my waist and turned to gear back up. Tara
stared at me, a dubious expression on her face.
"Beast?" she asked. "Your hoo-ah hoo-ah
Army nickname is Beast?" I threw my palms up and shrugged.
"Well, it was either going to be that, or You Asshole,
which, has like, three times as many syllables. Conciser is nicer."
Tara shook her head and grabbed up Frank's care package.
"Come on, Uncle Beast. Frank will be wanting these."
Tara put her hand on my shoulder and got me moving toward the door.
Outside, I removed the tarp from one of the ATV got on and fired
it up. Tara got on behind me and after letting the engine warm up, we
headed up the driveway toward the county blacktop. We stopped just
short of the gate that secured the driveway and dismounted. Across
the road, Frank was coming down from the adjacent high ground. Almost
to the road, he slung his rifle and waved. We waved back and I
gestured toward the woods to my right. We gathered in the shade under
the tall firs and Frank gave Tara a big hug.
"Dang, girl," Frank said, looking her over with an
appreciative eye, "you done went and got all growed up."
Tara sighed and shrugged. "Well, Uncle Frank, it wouldn't be
such a shock if you came for visits more often."
Hearing Tara call him Uncle Frank had a strange effect on
me, not jealousy, but something I couldn't quite determine. Growing
up, she had called all of her dad's Army buddies 'Uncle', a title we
had all happily shared. Perhaps that was the source of my discomfort.
I no longer wanted to share her. We sat near a low, bushy cedar and
talked while Frank got busy with a sandwich and beer.
"As of last contact," Frank mumbled through a
half-filled mouth, "the plan is to cut the head off the snake.
Emmett's already calling in some operators to put together a team,
and Kyle is gathering intel and working up a mission plan."
"Any leads on why one of Tara's security guys was part of the
crew sent to get her?" I asked. Frank took a swig from his beer
"Not, yet," he replied. "But we might have a guy
working that. Remember Tony Coletti?" I nodded. "Well, Kyle
and Tony stayed in touch since we got out. Tony's a big time computer
nerd, software engineer, hacker geek, or something. Kyle got the
guy's phone number from Jason and somehow he's backtracking through
"Alright, bro," I said, standing up and offering my hand
to Tara. "We're going to head back, I guess. Rally tomorrow on
the other side of the drive, an hour earlier. In the meantime,
anything you need, call me. Frank stood up and held out his arms
"All I need right now is another hug from our girl,"
Frank said, grinning wide.
Tara stepped up to him and gave him a hug. He held on longer than
"Come on, Trouble," I told her, "let's go get that
boat ride off our 'to do' list."
Tara broke the hug and raced off toward the ATV.
I reached out, shook my old buddy's hand. "Thanks for doing
Frank nodded. "Thanks for the Reubens."
Tara ran across the yard toward the boat. Having spent way too
much on the high-end bass boat, I ended up with an aluminum carport
in place of a proper boathouse. With a few modifications, the carport
was anchored to the South side of my dock, and the twenty-one foot
bass boat was trapped and held snugly in place by eight moor lines.
Overkill, I know, but I wasn't about to let wind and rough water slam
my overpriced toy around like a drunken prom queen.
Next to it on the dock, Tara was jumping up and down like an
excited teenager, waiting for me.
I took my time getting there, enjoying the sight of her titties
bouncing beneath her T-shirt. Thinking about what I wanted to do to
her out on the lake was giving me a chubby.
The one-hour boat ride I had planned ended up being almost three.
She insisted on sucking my cock, first, to help get me in the mood,
she said. Honestly, I'd been in the mood all day, but I wasn't stupid
enough to pass on a blowjob.
I cut the motor and we drifted while Tara went to work on my cock,
sucking and throating me without mercy, fondling my balls. I watched
her head bobbing up and down on me, felt her tongue swirl side to
side on the bottom of my shaft. She was amazing, and with the waves
gently rocking the boat, it felt like a perfect moment, frozen in
time.
I came hard in her sexy mouth, spewing salty ropes of my seed
against the back of her throat. Tara greedily took every drop as she
pumped my shaft with both hands, determined to drain me.
Getting up from the swivel captain's seat, I stood her up and
pulled off her T-shirt. Braless, her perfect tits were on full
display. I kissed her hotly, groped her titties like a lust-crazed
sex maniac. Roughly, I unfastened her shorts and yanked them down,
along with her panties. I hurriedly guided her onto her back, lying
her on the carpeted compartment lids that made up the front half of
the boat's deck. Pushing her legs apart, I wasted little time
pressing my mouth against her already soaked cunny. I ate her out
like a man who was helplessly in love, whose sole mission in life was
to inflict as much pleasure upon her as possible. She moaned and
thrust her pussy at my tongue, tightened her body and trembled at
every orgasm, and when she could endure no more, she pulled
desperately on me, to move up and fuck her.
I paused to suck her sensitive titties, first, nibbling at her
long nipples, sucking and nipping them with my teeth. Tara took hold
of my head with both hands and again pulled at me, trying to get me
"No more teasing," she panted, our lips touching. "I
need you to fuck me, Gabriel. Please don't make me beg you."
I kissed her hard, slid my tongue into her mouth and drove my cock
all the way into her tight, wet cunt in a single thrust. She moaned
forcefully into my mouth, then wrapped her sexy legs around my waist.
I knew what she wanted, what her body needed. Feverishly, I slammed
hard and fast into her, nibbled and sucked at her neck while mauling
her tits with my hand.
When she started coming, I briefly wondered if her cries of
ecstasy could be heard across the lake, or on the mountainside where
Frank was sitting as overwatch. In that moment, though, it really
didn't matter. Her pussy felt so fucking good, so inescapable, I
couldn't stop pounding it even if her father was sitting behind me,
We continued on like that for a while, then repositioned for some
frenzied doggy-style action.
She yelled and gasped, slapped the deck with her palms and
quivered uncontrollably.
When I eventually came in her, I was drenched in sweat and near
collapse. When my orgasm finally began to wane, I pulled my cock out
of her overflowing pussy and lay down next to her, gasping for air.
She rolled to her side and kissed me, despite my huffing and puffing.
"I haven't really thanked you for saving my life," she
said softly, caressing my face with her delicate fingers, then
kissing me, again. "I hope you know how much I love you,
Gabriel. How much I'm in love with you."
Even in its current state of oxygen deprivation, my brain snapped
back to reality upon hearing her words. I pressed my forehead to
"I love you, too, Tara. More than
you'll probably ever know."
She kissed me, then looked deep into my
eyes. "In that case," she began, "you'll probably have
If it hadn't been for thirst and hunger, we likely would have
stayed out on the lake until dark. Tara wanted to sit on my lap and
fuck me on the way back to the dock, but I was still too spent.
If I had been nineteen, again, no problem. But I was a forty-three
year-old trying to satisfy an insatiable twenty year-old woman. I
already knew I was in for a long night.
With the boat secure in its little carport boathouse, we walked
arm in arm to the cabin. We skipped the beer and went straight for
the Gatorade. We showered together, but without sex. Okay, maybe a
lot of kissing, fingering, and stroking, but no fucking. Perhaps we
were both saving up for a long night.
After a light dinner of tossed salad, tomato soup, and grilled ham
and cheese sandwiches, I lit a new fire in the fireplace and we
snuggled close on the sofa. For a long while, we sat in silence,
content to be together, kissing and touching. It was me who broke the
"Tara, did you really mean what you said, earlier?"
"Of course I did," she replied. "I always mean what
I say." She paused, then continued. "What statement of mine
"The one about you being in love with me." Tara moved
over to sit on my lap, facing me.
"Oh, that statement. Yes. I am definitely, one-hundred
percent, totally, madly in love with you, Gabriel Martin Stone."
I was stunned that she knew my middle name, but I knew better than to
ask how she knew it. "Want me to prove it?" she asked. I
wrapped my arms around her waist, smiled and nodded. Tara stood up
and took my hand, then led me to the bedroom. My long night was about
The way she made love to me was more settled, somehow. Less
frenetic and more loving. She was gentle, as if savoring every
sensation, and focused on giving me pleasure.
I matched her, poured my love into her, praying she could know
what was in my heart as we slow-fucked and kissed. Our acts of love
went far into the night, and like the previous night.
I went to the kitchen once she had fallen asleep. This time,
however, I stood in my living room drinking a bottle of water. I
hadn't been there long when I heard my phone buzz on the kitchen
counter behind me. It was Frank. I answered the call.
"Okay, bro," Frank began in a whisper, "we got
action, front. Two vehicles. Two four-man teams, moving to your
twenty. Four left, four right. One driver staying back in each
vehicle. What's the play?"
I was already rushing to the bedroom. "The play is we kill
the fuckers. Give them five minutes to get well into the kill zone,
then take out the drivers. Get their keys and move in on your four
from behind, you take the West side of the driveway, I'll take the
"Copy that," Frank said, "drivers in five, then
I dressed and geared up quickly, grabbed my Walther, three
additional mags, and a 22 rifle I had suppressed with a long, custom
can. Unsure if the men moving toward the cabin were equipped with
night vision, I slipped out the back door and moved around to the
southeast side of the cabin. I took up a good spot, about fifty yards
out in the treeline. That was the moment I saw the boats. Rowing in
silently, two inflatables were approaching my dock. I scoped them
with the infrared optic on the 22. Each boat carried six men. I
covered the face of my phone so no light would get out, then texted
this new development to Frank.
Frank texted back, "Roger, coming in hot." A few seconds
later I heard two distant, muffled shots, a second apart. I decided
that the best time to engage the jolly pirates was now, while they
were still in tight groups on the water. A.22 is not a hard-hitter,
but with subsonic ammo and a decent can, it's a very stealthy weapon
with almost no recoil, which was what I needed for rapid, accurate
From my line of sight, the six heads in each boat were closely
aligned. Nice. Seven rounds fired, six heads ventilated. The guys in
the other boat succumbed to panic and chaos. The two in front fired
wildly in my general direction, and one jumped off the back of their
The shooters in front were retired. The middle pair and the guy in
the back started paddling like crazy, trying to get to the other side
of the dock to get some cover.
Boat number 2 was clear, but I still had one in the water. Having
made it to the dock, he was staying low, moving around the dock
toward my boat. Oh, hell no, I thought, jumping up and running to a
Problem solved, time to reload. As I did just that, I heard men
shouting in the tree line, excited. The shouts were soon followed by
the distinctive sounds of Frank's slightly muffled, large caliber AR.
Gunfire erupted on both sides of the driveway. I handled the four on
my side of the driveway, Frank handled his four. It was over in a few
seconds. I met Frank on the driveway and we went around to each body,
confirming that the threat had been eliminated. We gathered guns and
ammo, but found no IDs or cell phones.
"Goddamn, man," Frank beamed. "We got, like what,
sixteen of these fuckheads? What do you want to do with them?"
I looked at one of the bodies, then out at the lake. "Fish
I awoke to the sensation of Tara's fingernails gently raking
through the hairs on my chest. I opened a sleepy eye and looked over
at her. On her side, she was busy studying me, smiling.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a silken
whisper. "I must be taking a toll on you, dear. It's almost
eight."
It was after four that morning when I had showered and slipped
back into bed without waking her. She reached down and took full
control of my morning wood. Scooting in close, she nibbled at my
earlobe, whispered in my ear. "Time to get up, darling."
The days and nights with Tara passed far too quickly, each filled
with hugs and kisses, snuggles and cuddles by the fire, hikes and
boat rides, and a ridiculous amount of sex. It seemed we were
addicted to it, like teenage newlyweds. If the cliché is true,
that time flies when you're having fun, our time was flying by with a
rocket up its ass.
On the eighth day, as Tara and I were fixing another supply
package for Frank, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Frank, saying,
"Heading your way. Mission complete." It was a good thing,
to be sure, but my heart sank when I read the message.
"Gabriel, what is it?" Tara asked.
I handed her my phone and she read the text. She looked up at me
and I could tell by her expression that she was as dumbstruck as I
was.
She stepped in close and wrapped her arms around me, squeezed me
tight. "What does this mean? Does it mean I have to go home,
now?" I held her face and looked into her eyes.
"It just means that the threat has been taken care of,"
I answered. "Let's talk to Frank and get some details, okay?"
Tara nodded. We kissed and went out on the porch to wait on Frank,
each of us grappling with our own thoughts.
When Frank arrived on foot down the driveway carrying all of his
gear, we greeted him and sat down to talk. Frank explained that the
seven-man assault team put together by Emmett and Jason had gone to
Guatemala and disposed of Enrico Zavala's brother, Jorge, who was
responsible for the attacks.
"Well," I said, looking over at Tara, "I guess
that's good news, right?"
Tara shrugged and looked down at her lap. "Yeah, of course,"
she replied, no cheer in her voice. "It's good."
Frank studied her expression closely, tried to read it, then
looked over at me. I knew what was running through his mind, and he
"Damn straight it's good news," he asserted, "but
it ain't the big news. Ready to have your brains explode?"
We nodded and Frank continued. "Tony put the puzzle together
on your rogue security asshole. Gabe, he was fucking Andrea."
