Chapter Five
Axton
“A re you sure this is a good idea?” I asked Creed as it began to unfold in front of us. It was a Christmas party put on by the newly formed group that was referred to as the ladies guild, and created by the very pregnant and already exhausted Morgan Creed. It was the wives and girlfriends of senior officers that were slowly taking over some of Felicity’s responsibilities. Felicity was not happy about it, but the ladies felt the women that stayed at Creed’s Lake for things of a more sexual nature probably shouldn’t have been planning all of the children’s events. From what I was seeing, the ladies guild might not have been making the best decisions.
“He better behave himself.” Creed growled.
Drakos was dressed up as Santa and Melissa was Mrs. Claus. They were posing with the children for pictures. I was pissed because Kayla showed up and was the one taking the photos. I told her over and over again to stay the fuck out of Creed’s Lake, but she refused to listen, and Creed gave her clearance to enter. One minute she was baking cookies and for all I knew she’d be at Club X dancing, and I’d have to kill someone.
My little sister was adorable and innocent. I worked damn hard to keep her that way. I started working when I was about ten years old to help my drunk of a mother make our bills. I didn’t make but pocket change, but I learned hard work young. By the time I was thirteen I had two jobs while school was in session and three in the summers. Went straight to the military as soon as I graduated, just so I had reliable income to send home, and I did a damn good job raising my sister. She had what she needed, and I didn’t give a shit what I had to sacrifice to give it to her. She was smart, and I didn’t want her working through school and not focusing on her future. I had to get her off that mountain and on to college so she could have a good life. I did everything I could to make extra money, including joining special forces. I fucking went to war to give her a better life, yet there she was surrounded by other fuck ups like me. I asked for one thing when she came to work for us and that was to stay away from Creed’s Lake. Fuck, I even bought her a damn house after paying for her education. It pissed me off to no end, and not even Creed would back me up on the matter.
“Ouch fuck!”
I knew what that was before I even turned around.
“Dammit.” Creed groaned. We both turned and saw what we knew we would see. Creed’s brother, Weston, laying on the floor cradling his balls. Addie bent over him then spit, and Creed took off to find out what the hell Weston did that time. Obviously, I couldn’t resist and walked over to see for myself what Weston did that time to piss off our future little operative. The funny part was, that Nikko, her trained protection dog, just sat back and let it happen. He knew the drill when it came to Weston. It was nearly a daily occurrence, since Weston’s face alone was enough to piss Addie off.
“He told mommy to fart on Santa so we could all go home!” Addie stomped her foot and crossed her arms.
I could see Weston’s point. He got into a little trouble a few nights ago and was in an elf costume as punishment. The kid was caught making out with Jennings’s daughter down by the lake and he was already warned about that behavior with an operative’s daughter. I mean, he was a kid, and I thought it was stupid to punish him, but whatever. Creed didn’t allow his brothers to go out at night around girls because they were being reformed and pretty much grounded for life. Weston was arrested for some crazy shit in California and his other brother knocked a girl up. They were both still in high school and not really going anywhere in life. They were spoiled and needed to get their shit together for the real world. The kid was dumb. He got the shit kicked out of him on a daily basis by a seven year old girl because he always did shit to piss her off. Just last week he taunted her by saying her mom was definitely pregnant with two boys. Creed had to run Weston to an emergency dentist for the cracked tooth she gave him. I hoped nobody at his school found the bruises she gave him, or CPS might have come to do a welfare check on him. Addie was grounded for a week for breaking his tooth and it was her first day out, yet she didn’t learn a damn thing. It was her first day of freedom and she couldn’t resist herself. I saw Creed walking out with her and knew he was secretly happy as hell to take her home as punishment. I wish I had an excuse to leave. I had about a million other things to do other than watch Drakos play Santa and God only knew what Melissa had planned for him in that costume later. I threw up just a little in my mouth because of that thought. I could have lived the rest of my life perfectly fine without knowing that Melissa was dominant and Drakos was her submissive.
“Maybe if the rest of us took Addie’s lead, we’d be out of here and kicking back with a beer.” Irons said as he stood next to me.
“Where’s your better half?” I asked.
He looked over at me. “You’d think being with a fellow operative would get me out of this kind of shit, but no, she’s in the ladies guild and helped plan this party. She’s off somewhere helping Steph.” He took a sip of fruit punch and scrunched his nose. “Her punky elf costume is pretty damn cute though.”
“Of course, they had to plan this when we didn’t have any units shipping out. Damn, I’d volunteer if it got me out of here. You know as well as I do Melissa has plans for that Santa suit later.”
He coughed on his fruit punch. “Thanks asshole. I could have went the day without thinking up that shit.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “If I have to think it, you can too. Where’s Morgan?” I half expected her to pop by that point.
“She’s been given strict orders to stay seated over by the Christmas tree. She has gifts for the kids later.”
I tilted my head. “They are spoiling the hell out of these kids. Hell, Santa didn’t even come to our house until I saved enough money to buy Kayla a few small things. It’s been Christmas for like a month in this community.”
He shrugged. “I can’t say too much. My uncle spoiled the hell out of me, and so did Wrenly’s dad. Those two guys really made Christmas come alive for us. Granted, I wished my parents would have come around, but it was still fun.”
“So, other than stand around in misery, what the hell are we supposed to be doing?” I asked, since I received strict orders from the ladies guild to be in attendance that day.
He shrugged his shoulders. “The fuck if I know. Wrenly only said to help where I am needed.”
“You are so pussy whipped.”
I waited for him to argue, but instead he smiled as he went for another drink of his punch. “Yep, and I’m not ashamed.”
“What the hell, Irons? Come on, you follow her around like a lost puppy. You’re a former Delta Force operative and a fucking millionaire God knows how many times over. The pussy can’t be that good.”
He shook his head as he chuckled. “You have no idea, buddy. Wait until it happens to you. You’ll understand someday.”
I gasped. “The fuck I will.” The hell with that shit.
“So, where were you last weekend?” He acted like I was hiding a secret girlfriend or something.
“That’s personal.” I warned him. They all knew better than to question me about my personal life.
“Who is she?” He pushed again.
“There is no she.” I growled.
“Okay, then who is he?” He chuckled.
“You better shut the fuck up.”
He laughed. “Damn you’re so secretive. I thought we were family, and family shares the important parts of their lives.”
“Not all families share details of every aspect of their personal lives. Anyway, you were called out last night. What happened?” I was more than happy to change the subject. Irons and Carlson were both members of the local SWAT team.
“It was a domestic disturbance. Nothing exciting, we de-escalated the situation, and one was arrested. It was more of an inconvenience than anything.”
I looked around the room and my eyes landed on Patrick Rossi. “I’m surprised Patrick came today. Didn’t he just come off a shift at the firehouse?” I asked.
“Yeah, but Morgan probably sucked Creed’s dick to make today mandatory just to torture him. Darren is also here, and Wrenly’s parents are visiting. Magnus just finished the skating rink and they’re going to open it up after the party.”
I sighed. It was something I voted against as a waste of funds. We were a military community, not the north fucking pole.
“Look at the bright side. Creed ordered hockey equipment.”
That caught my attention. “Oh yeah?”
He nodded. “Magnus is out there putting on the last touches. He offered to teach hockey to the older kids.”
“I guess that’s okay and a good use of it. Wanna put together some teams?”
His lips turned up and he looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes. “Hell, yeah I want to put together teams.”
After three hours of misery, I made my way home. My place wasn’t huge like Creed’s. It was a simple log home on the lake with a dock and a large garage. The lake was frozen over because we were in some sort of polar vortex, and we were hitting a high of about ten degrees during the day and the low was in the negatives. Then of course there was the wind chill that made it feel even colder.
I set my keys in the bowl on my kitchen counter and went straight to my wood burning stove to add some wood to it. The furnace was working hard, so the fire gave it a little help. It heated the second story pretty well, and I’d wake up once at night to add more wood and keep it going.
Like Creed, my basement was finished and had a small theater room, a pool table, and a guest room and bathroom. The first floor was open concept that also had a guest room, a large kitchen, a living room, and a small area for a dining room. The wrap around porch offered a great view of the lake where some of the guys had been ice fishing. The second floor had the main suite and another guest room. It was a little big for just me, but a few other single Originals had the same house plan as me. It wasn’t as big as Grangers, but way smaller than Creed’s mansion of a log home. It was a hell of a step up from the single wide trailer where I grew up in West Virginia.
I wasn’t doing terribly bad financially. I paid off all my debt from Kayla’s education and had more than I ever dreamed in the bank. I wasn’t nearly as rich as Irons and definitely not Creed, who was a billionaire, but I made my first few million. We did great with the contracts we were bringing in, and our non-prophets were doing great, at least coming out even every month. We were getting donations, and a few grants to run that side of things and we were doing a lot of good. Our community was thriving, and a few of Felicity’s girls earned their GED’s and were learning to become independent. We had a lot of domestic abuse cases, but we were so new to it that we hadn’t had anyone graduate from the program yet. I could say by that point the ones staying with us were thriving and their children were adjusting. We needed more teachers though, Morgan couldn’t take on everyone that needed an education, and our abuse victims weren’t likely to send their children to public school. Most were under our protection and hiding from their abusers.
After my shower, and a few hours watching television, I laid in bed thinking about the next trip I had planned with Faye. Unfortunately, it was six weeks away, but it was planned for an entire week in Croatia, and it was at a resort with a grotto that made me more than curious. I daydreamed whether I would have some one-on-one sex or maybe a threesome. Last weekend on the bliss cruise was great, but I left unsatisfied, and it wasn’t quite enough. I wasn’t too interested in BDSM, and I was running out of ideas. What was wrong with me? What was I missing? I was thirty one and had been sexually active since I was too young to be having sex. I tried everything but still didn’t know what I needed to feel sated. I had about every kind of sex, excluding fucking a dude, which would never happen. I had public sex, secret sex where we wore masks to hide our identity, group sex, and I even had vampire sex once. That wouldn’t be happening again anytime soon. It was in New Orleans and my partners drew my blood and drank it as we fucked. Faye agreed, that was never to happen again. It was her idea, and we agreed she would let me make the travel arrangements after that God awful trip. We went on a sex hunt in Oregon. The women were set loose to run and the men wore the same clothes and masks. We hunted our prey, but once I found mine I chickened out. I was supposed to fuck her into pieces, and I just couldn’t make myself do it. It was a women’s fantasy trip where they didn’t want to know who they were fucking, but they wanted it hard. Again, I was disappointed. Faye on the other hand was sore for a few days, and she recovered in our hotel room. I was more of a dominant, I knew that much, but wasn’t ever sadistic. I didn’t get off on other people’s pain. That didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy a little bit of pain for myself every once in a while. I’ve been in orgy’s, participated in BDSM which I didn’t like at all, I watched as others fucked, and let others watch me. I did enjoy some vanilla sex and always needed it with Faye at some point during our trips. I was horny as hell, sexually frustrated most of the time, and I had several weeks until I would see Faye again. I could have hit Louisville for some quick pussy, but my aversion to untested partners fucked that idea up. I wasn’t attracted to Felicity’s girls or our female operatives. The idea of mixing work with pleasure ruined those opportunities. I wasn’t a vanilla sex kind of guy with someone I didn’t know, so finding a partner willing to explore in bum fuck Indiana made things difficult. I wasn’t attracted to innocence like Creed always was, and most of the women in the area were the girl next door types. Some were even the farmers daughters, and I wasn’t sure if that was any better.
I often studied Creed and Irons, mainly the way they looked at their women. There was absolutely no doubt they were happy with how their lives were turning out. They were in love or whatever, I guessed. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in love, I knew it was possible and even experienced it once. What I did learn was that it wasn’t worth the heartbreak. I was bored as hell and something in my life had to change.