Chapter 27 #2
This time, I aim for her lips to seal my words.
We stay locked together in a manner that is more fervent than lustful.
When she moves, it’s only to get closer and climb on my lap, hooking her arm around my neck.
She pulls away, allowing me to drown in the constellations of her freckles, the thick fringe of her lashes, the round plumpness of her cheekbones …
“Thank you,” she whispers, the warm breath of it fanning across my wet lips.
“For what?”
“For leaving Canada behind and letting me come back home. I know I forced your hand, and I know how much it cost you to get us here, emotionally and financially. I promise that as soon as all this mess is over with, I’ll be the most obedient and docile girlfriend.”
“Your stubbornness is half of your charm. I might love you less if you weren’t this pigheaded.”
She giggles and gives me an urgent, uncontainable peck. “Let’s get you to bed, my love. It’s been an intense couple of days.”
“Try an intense five months,” she corrects me with a wince.
“Yes, true. I can’t wait for us to have a boring little life together.”
“Me neither, baby.”
I hook an arm under her and behind her back before standing up with her. As much as I’d love for us to have remained in Canada, she’s right. We always had to come back to reality.
And be it here, there, or wherever we wind up, I’ll forever protect her. No matter the cost, emotional or financial.
The following day, we’re both up and hard at work at the crack of dawn after sharing a quick breakfast. We keep working on her approach to infiltrate Becker’s security system, needing it to be flawless.
For lunch, we order food again, too busy to cook.
We have it on the high counter of the kitchen, discussing our next steps.
At some point, she gets a succession of notifications on her phone, and after checking them, she sighs and returns it to the counter, face down.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Kate told Tammy we were back. And Tammy told everyone. Mace organized something for my birthday weekend back then, but that obviously fell flat. And now they’re all harassing me to take me out for a late birthday party.”
Ah. I can hear how much she wishes she could say yes, and I’m aware of how much she missed her friends while we were away.
I can’t relate much, but this is important to her.
And if she refuses, they’ll surely worry and raise questions neither of us can answer.
She should probably accept, but it poses a security problem.
“You can’t do that,” I remind her.
“I know.”
“Going out there would be too unpredictable.”
“I know.”
“And dangerous.”
“Lex, I know,” she repeats, growing annoyed.
“But you could do it here.”
“Alexander, I kn—Wait, what?”
“Have it here,” I say, motioning at the vast open space. “We can hire a mixologist for the drinks, a DJ if you want, or you and your friends could have a movie night … anything, really. There’s enough room for it.”
“Are you serious? You’d let your personal space be invaded like that? And by your employees.”
“Ex-employees. And it’s your space, too. Which makes me realize, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about hiring a moving company to pack the rest of your stuff from your old place and bring it all here.”
She doesn’t answer right away, still dazed by my offer, looking around at the room. “Are you seriously okay with that?”
“With moving your things here?”
“With hosting a party or something.”
“Yes.”
Her skeptical hesitation turns into a luminous smile when she understands I mean it.
She wants to see her friends, and while I’m not letting her put herself in danger by going out of this apartment, I have no qualms with them coming here.
I’ve kept her away for two months, having her all to myself. I can share her for an evening.
“Thank you,” she practically shouts with effusive joy, dancing on her chair.
“At the very worst, I’ll lock myself up in my office and let you have your fun,” I explain.
“And at the very best?”
“I’ll take part and have a few drinks, or you’ll pay me a visit so I can show you another kind of good time.”
“I think my impulsiveness is rubbing off on you, Coleman.”
“I think it might be, yes. Any objections?”
“No, I love seeing it.”
The small concession earns me a quick peck on the cheek before she grabs her phone to text her friend back. “I’ll see with Mace if he’s okay with that, and let him warn everyone.”
She’s still grinning by the time we return to work after cleaning up our lunch.
We work together all afternoon, running tests and looking for a way to bypass whatever antivirus software will be installed. Our malware needs to be smart enough to raise no suspicion, or we risk alerting Becker and his team.
At some point, Andrea’s phone rings, and while I don’t have time to see who it is, she answers in Spanish with “Hola, mamá.” She steps out to allow me to keep working, which I do. When she returns about ten minutes later, she softly calls, “Baby?”
I stop what I’m doing and turn around. “Hm?”
“Did you pay MC’s medical bills?”
Right. I forgot to mention that. “I did.”
“When?!”
“I made an upfront payment while she was in the operating room for her hip surgery. If it wasn’t enough, the hospital has my information to bill me the rest.”
She stares at me, astonished. “Why would you do that?”
“What is money good for if I don’t use it to help loved ones and family?”
“Family?”
“Well, they’ll be mine someday, won’t they? I’ll even share a name with your parents.”
She almost melts, the tension in her shoulders releasing at my words. But she doesn’t speak for a moment, which triggers some anxiety in me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I worry.
“Something wrong?” she repeats, stepping closer. “Alexander, I’m so fucking grateful, I’m about to suck your cock so hard your eyes will be swallowed in.”
It’s my turn to be entirely befuddled. “The image is both … terrifying and intriguing. Anatomically, it can’t work, but I’m still curious about the possibility.”
“I think we should find out.”
She closes the distance between us and kneels in front of me, between my parted knees.
Her slim hands fly to the elastic waistband of my sweatpants, and I can’t help but recoil slightly.
“Andrea, you don’t have to do this.” Her beautiful brown eyes look up.
“I didn’t do it for favors. I’m not expecting anything. ”
“Baby … I promise you I’m not forcing myself to do anything.
I meant to do it since you offered that I have my delayed birthday party here.
Actually, since you got us to Portland, but my mind was too preoccupied for it.
” She tugs at the pants, and I lift myself to help her, and she brings them down to my thighs.
“I’m very thankful for what you did, even if my mom had some objections,” she continues, still looking up at me while she wraps her palm and fingers around my length.
I’m barely hardening yet, but the touch alone is enough to send more blood into my cock.
“So, let me show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my family these past few days.”
Again, I want to insist she doesn’t have to repay me in any way, but she bends to take me in her mouth, swallowing the modest length entirely. My thoughts die in my throat, replaced by a grunt that sounds like her name.
“Mmh …” she approves, licking her lips. “I love when you’re not hard yet. It makes it so easy to take you whole.”
She’s back on my cock, running her tongue on its underside as she sucks in her cheeks when I say, “If you continue like this, I’ll be very hard, very fast.”
I’m shiny with spit when she releases me to say, “Good thing I don’t have a gag reflex, then. And with all those hikes we did, I’m sure I can hold my breath for even longer now.”
Fucking hell …
Genuinely, everything I’ve done these past three days has been what I would consider the bare minimum. I expected nothing beyond a thank you for my actions.
But if this is the way my horny little dork wants to extend her thanks, who am I to stop her?
Lex’s eyes didn’t get sucked in, even though I gave it my all. We agreed that running an experiment on a single occurrence isn’t very scientific of us, so we’ll try again in order to gather more data.
We do succeed in getting into Becker’s security feed, though, which is a far bigger accomplishment.
It takes us three more days, a lot of gray matter, and one very shitty electronic song, but we fucking manage.
The Trojan horse virus lets us into his son’s computer, and from there, we work our way through the penthouse’s secure connection and find our way in.
Delighted by our accomplishment, we spend two whole hours seated in front of the screen, flicking through the cameras.
There aren’t cameras everywhere, and most of them are in the less private rooms of his penthouse.
Only four of them record audio. One in the entrance hall, one in the kitchen, and the other two seemed to be in back rooms dedicated to the staff.
Hopefully, we’ll get some information when a visitor comes in or out, or straight from the employees relaxing in their break room.
This is incredible. We now have an undetectable glimpse into the life of the man who wants us dead.
We might catch a conversation or even actions that can point us in the right direction.
It looks like no one but the staff is home, but it helps us get a sense of the layout.
Plus, those people surely know things, and listening to them gossip could provide some valuable insight.
It seems that all of them speak only Spanish, though, so I do my best to translate for Lex.
At some point, we stumble upon two women who come into the break room and prepare themselves a mug of tea.
“What are they saying?” Lex asks.