Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I spend another hour creating an encrypted document and then send everything over to Agent Smalls.
She’s been the head of cybercrimes for the FBI for the last ten years, but this goes beyond his cybercrimes.
This is all kinds of SEC illegalities, so the truth is, I have no idea how long it will take for them or anyone else to act.
Plus, we’re heading into a holiday weekend, and that always messes things up.
So, to that point, I leaked the money trail and text message stream between Alfie and Ezra, and Ezra and the mob boss guy whose name I left out of it—because I’m not fucking stupid—to the police and LA Times .
Now that all the pieces are in play, we wait. But once this goes live, Alfie will know he’s been hacked, and I don’t know what he’ll do or how he’ll react.
The only good news for Georgia is that because she married me, she’s safe.
I’ve protected all of her systems, her financials, everything.
More to that point, if she had married Ezra, who knows?
Between her own money, her father’s inheritance, and the shares, she was a target, and she didn’t even know it.
Now there is no benefit to them hurting her because it’d all go to me, and if they hurt me, it’d all go to probate, and their chances of getting anything are minimal at best.
Still, I’m not taking any chances.
I put a tracker on Georgia’s phone and in her purse.
She wasn’t happy about it, but she also didn’t argue it too strongly either.
After that, I passed out for roughly three hours, and now we’re driving down to Boston, both of us quiet as we listen to music, so very different from our initial ride up here together.
“Does this FBI agent have any way to contact you?” Georgia asks as we approach the outskirts of Boston.
“No. I send my person the stuff, the FBI analyzes it and then does what it wants with the information. I don’t get involved beyond that, and honestly, this is only my third time sending them stuff.
The first time I had intercepted a Russian hacking organization that was targeting US federal banks, the second was a bunch of assholes who were going to target multiple hospitals’ EMR with ransomware and were stupid enough to brag all over a dark web forum about how they were going to roll in it because hospitals have to pay so patients don’t die. ”
“So you reported it?”
“More or less. I fucked with both organizations a bit first, and then I reported it.”
Georgia gives me a wry look, and I shrug.
“I never claimed to be an angel or a hero, and I don’t typically fight fair.
So, while I did send everything to the FBI this morning because those fuckers need to go to jail several times and ways over, I’ve also cleared out Alfie’s foreign bank accounts.
The city schools of Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, Dallas, DC, and Boston will all receive large anonymous donations that will go through on December 15, so it doesn’t seem too closely tied timing-wise.
I’ve also locked both Ezra and Alfie out from making any changes or deleting anything from their systems. Other than that, I haven’t done much else because, while the FBI won’t care about the missing money in the accounts, I don’t want it to seem as if anything was toyed with or planted by an outside party. It has to look as clean as it can.”
Georgia crosses her legs and stares out the window at the looming city before us. “This is a mess. My mother was right when she said that.”
“Baby, money does funny things to people, and you have a lot of it. But with all this information out there now, it’s not a matter of if, but when they’ll go down.”
“Right. But it’s the waiting that has me uneasy.”
“As of right now, they don’t know it’s us or even that someone has done this to them.”
The simple truth is, I don’t know if everything I’m telling her will turn out as cleanly as I hope it will. Life doesn’t always follow a plan like that.
“Try and relax.”
She laughs. “Oh, you mean the way you are?”
I change lanes and take the exit that will lead us into the Seaport District, where Zax’s penthouse is. “That’s different. I’ve been fucking around with my best friends’ cousin for weeks and haven’t told them. And this is after I promised them I wouldn’t touch her again. Or lie to them. Ever.”
“Is fucking around all we’ve been doing?”
She can tease all she wants, but I know she hates hiding us from them.
I’ve told her I love her. I’ve told her it’s her and only her forever.
And though I never said anything even remotely close to her like this before, hiding our relationship from her cousins, my friends, is repeating old habits, and though she’s too stubborn to admit it, it bothers her.
I’m doing this as much for me and my relationship with Zax and Grey as I am for my relationship with her.
My girl is a force to be reckoned with, but right now she deserves someone to fight for her instead of against her. And honestly, as much as she hates us hiding what we are, I hate it even more.
I wipe my grin away with my fingers at the playful gleam in her voice. “Well, in fairness, until the other day when I told you I loved you, yes. You were using me for my… what did you call it? My wonder dick?”
She rolls her eyes. “Pfft. It was meant to be ironic, and it certainly wasn’t me using you.”
“Hmmm… I seem to remember someone seducing me on our wedding night, followed by having naughty dreams about me and then dropping to her knees in my shop.”
She glares balefully at me. “Interesting, since I seem to remember you biting my lip on a plane and finger-fucking me to orgasm in a public bathroom. And for the record, I never invited you into my room in the middle of the night. That was all you, Pervy McPervster.”
“I bit you to abate a panic attack, and it’s not my fault that you only listen to reason once you’ve come.”
She rolls her eyes and leans over and flicks my ear with her finger. “See, I was going to help you with my oh-so-scary cousins that you’re obviously rightfully terrified of, but now you’re on your own.”
I laugh as we pull into a spot in Zax’s garage, put the Shelby in neutral, and pull up the parking brake before shutting her off. “Maybe I should make you come then in order to secure your allegiance against your oh-so-scary cousins that I’m terrified of.”
“In the Shelby in a public garage?” She gasps in feigned horror.
“Whatever works. These are desperate times.”
I catch her sharp intake of breath as I reach over to lift the hem of her skirt, grateful she’s wearing one, when she smacks my hand away.
“Nu-uh. I don’t see why I should reward you right now.”
I choke on my tongue. “How about because I’m about to help put your thieving, murderous ex and his father in prison?”
She shakes her head as she leans back against the soft leather of the seat, a twinkle flashing in her eyes. “Give me more than that.”
Every inch of me starts to melt as I watch her thighs part and her hand slide up. “I married you.”
She smirks. “Mmm,” she hums as her hand reaches her pussy beneath the hem of her skirt where I can’t see. “That is true. You have done a lot for me lately.”
I feel like fucking Alice begging for a treat.
“Exactly. Now lift up that skirt.” I fist the steering wheel, wanting to touch every inch of her smooth, creamy skin, salivating over every glimpse she gives me as she finally starts to slide her skirt up, only she stops before she gets anywhere close to where I want her to be.
The hand under her skirt, though? That hand doesn’t stop. It climbs up and up until I watch as she starts to play with her pussy, my breath held in my lungs. She’s masturbating. Again. Only this time she’s not including me.
“Oh,” she moans when she makes contact, her neck arching and her head rolling. “Oh, that feels so good.”
Fucking brat.
Her hand that I’m insanely jealous of continues to move beneath her skirt, and where my jeans had been tight before at the thought of making her come, they’re brutal now. She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, all the while keeping her eyes on me.
“Lift the skirt,” I tell her.
She gives me an innocent look, her cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade of rose. “Do you think that’s a smart idea? I mean, we are in a garage.”
“Lift the fucking skirt, Georgia. Now.”
“If you’re sure,” she murmurs coquettishly as she uses the hand not fucking her pussy to lift her skirt up to her hips, giving me an unholy view of her thong pushed to the side and her fingers shoved deep in her cunt.
Jesus.
“Spread your thighs wider, baby. As wide as they can go.”
“Like this?” she asks, all soft and delicate in a way that’s one hundred percent meant to fuck with me. Her fingers plunge in and out, covered in her slickness, but then she kills me as she brings in her other hand to rub her clit.
The enclosed air in the car is stifling. Every move of her fingers and every twitch of her body completely dominated my senses. Her moans vibrate over my skin, filling the air with their sweet sound. She’s not even putting on a show. No porn-style moaning for Georgia Monroe.
Speaking of… “I want to change your last name.”
She raises an intrigued eyebrow but says nothing.
“Moore. I want you to be Georgia Moore.”
“And I want you to be Lenox Monroe. It has a better ring to it.”
“How about you let me finish what you’re doing for you?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not when this feels as good as it does,” she breathes out, teasing me cruelly. “If only I could watch you jerk off while I was doing this. Oh!” She moans. “That would make me come so hard.”
“Are you trying to make me come in my jeans?” I stare around at the leather of my car and then back between her legs. Fuck it. It’s just leather. Shifting, I undo my jeans and release my cock, groaning when she licks her lips like she’s hungry for it. “See what you do to me.”
“Show me. I want to watch your wonder dick shoot everywhere.”
A strangled laugh-groan slips past my lips as I spit on my hand and start stroking my cock in time with her fingers pumping in and out of her. Her other hand continues to rub her clit, and her eyes stay locked on my cock as I jerk him hard, fast, and furious.
Just watching her do this, I could come, but knowing she’s getting off to me as well turns my blood into liquid fire.
“I keep thinking about how good it feels when you fill me up. When you pound into me. When you give me exactly what I need.”
Christ. This woman will be the death of me.
“Tonight, Mrs. Moore, I’m going to tie you to our bed and tease you until you beg me to let you come.”
“But what if I drop to my knees first, Mr. Monroe? What will you do to me then?”
Fuck. “Make yourself come, Georgia. Do it now and show me it on your fingers. If I’m not satisfied with what I see on them, I’m going to make you come again, and I won’t be gentle.”
“Yes, Mr. Monroe.” Her hand picks up its pace, and mine follows, my grip tightening, sliding over each barbell, pulling myself closer to the edge right along with her.
Her thighs part wider, her eyes a dark jade green, and I want to feel how her pussy clenches her fingers.
I want to feel how wet she makes them when she comes.
Her whimpers and cries grow louder, my breath held tight in my lungs, and when she starts to come, I feel my balls draw up in response.
“Ah! Yes.” Her hips roll and roll, fucking her body into her fingers, and that’s it. I growl out a harsh breath and cum without anything to catch it all over my fucking Shelby. But God, who cares when Georgia looks this beautiful?
The moment I’m done, I lean across the front seat and kiss my wife full on the mouth, my tongue thrashing with hers, swallowing her small whimpers, and loving how her hand dives into my hair so she can hold me tighter against her.
I pull back, and she shows me her wet fingers. “How’d I do?”
“Good enough for now.” I reach over and lick them clean, feeling my cock twitch at the taste of her.
“We need to get upstairs,” she rasps into my mouth, and reluctantly, I agree with her.
Reaching across her, I open the glove box and pull out a pile of napkins I keep in here just in case. I use them to wipe up the mess I made, already cringing since I don’t have a proper cleaner. “If this doesn’t prove my love for you, I don’t know what would.”
Georgia rolls her eyes. “Boys and their toys. Though, admittedly, this car was hot. You know, until you came all over it.” She winks at me, adjusts her clothes, and opens the door so she can slide out.
Christ. After tucking myself back in, I wad up the used napkins and then get out of the car, then toss them in the trash bin by the elevator door.
“Feeling better?’ she asks with a self-satisfied smile.
I lean in and kiss her lips. “No.”
The elevator door opens, and I wave her on before following, pressing the button, and entering the code for Zax’s penthouse.
The car shoots up, and my stomach lifts with it.
I’ve thought about what I was going to say to them a lot.
I’ve put myself in their shoes. But at the end of the day, I need to just lay it out there for them and hope I don’t get my nose broken over it.
Or worse, lose them.
The doors part, and we step out into Zax’s foyer, only to immediately hear Asher’s heavy footsteps as he yells, “They’re here. The newlyweds are here.”
I groan. Fucking Asher.
The moment we turn the corner and spot him, he stops short, his eyes wide as he takes us both in, and starts cracking up.
“Holy shit,” he exclaims. “It’s actually not a joke. Look at the two of you. You’re all flushed and mussed up. You’re totally fucking.”
Both Georgia and I freeze, blanching, but I don’t have it in me to look at her and see for myself, and neither does she. Shit.
“You better hope Grey and Zax don’t see you both looking like this.”
“Too late,” comes from Grey as he walks into the foyer to greet us, Zax right behind him. And man, are they fucking unhappy.