Chapter 41
Angel
“Keep sitting there with that look on your face and I’ll fuck you against the window.”
Testing my patience, Lauren rolls her eyes.
She’s doing it for attention. She’s become a professional over the last six months of thinking she can call my bluff.
My cock threatens to thicken, giving a little kick in my jeans.
“You think I’m playing,” I warn. “I don’t care who—”
I snap my jaw closed, drawing a tiny chuckle from her when the door opens after a quick knock.
“Good to see you two again,” the doctor says when she enters.
Lauren smiles at her, and it’s not one of the fake ones she struggles through in public these days.
“I wanted to start the visit with your test results.”
Dr. Taylor hands each of us a piece of paper, and we each studiously look down at the results.
I smile when I see my results, looking up at Lauren to find the same look on her face.
Nothing would change for us no matter what the results were, but I know she was worried about the health of the baby if the STD panel came back with different results.
She’s felt guilt for a while about what she put her body through and what that could mean for our unborn child.
“We’re clear?” Lauren asks.
“A hundred percent,” Dr. Taylor confirms. “The baby is healthy.”
“Our son,” I clarify, bringing a grin to the doctor’s face.
“The baby,” she counters.
Lauren chuckles again. She didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, but it hasn’t stopped me from trying to get the doctor to slip since our twenty-week ultrasound.
We work through scheduling the next appointment before the doctor starts asking the hard questions.
“Have you been to one of the meetings?”
Lauren holds her head high, refusing to let the guilt from not going to one of the support group meetings that were recommended after she was blatantly honest with the doctor, during her first appointment win.
“I made it to the parking lot,” Lauren answers.
“That’s a start,” Dr. Taylor commends.
The woman has never judged her or our lifestyle when uncomfortable questions were asked.
Lauren explained what she considered selfish thoughts about still liking things rough where sex was concerned.
“What about the dizziness?” Lauren asks.
Dr. Taylor gives her a knowing look that makes me wonder just what this woman is into that keeps her from questioning what we like.
“No more prolonged time lying flat on your back. The baby’s weight has gotten to the point that he’s pressing against something to cause it.”
“He’s getting pretty big, huh?”
Lauren rolls her eyes, but Dr. Taylor doesn’t fall for my trick.
“I can direct you to a website for other positions that won’t cause—”
“No back lying. Got it, Doc.”
I can’t sit in here, minutes after threatening to fuck my woman against the window, and listen to a conversation about positions to fuck her in without popping wood.
Lauren and Dr. Taylor both chuckle, and it causes me to send a glare Lauren’s way. She’s well fucking aware of what’s going on, and I’ll be happy to correct her behavior soon enough.
“And before you ask,” she begins, looking directly at me. “I have more clients coming in so no you can’t have a few private minutes in the room.”
“Jesus Christ,” Lauren mutters.
“You’re sure?” I verify.
Dr. Taylor laughs, but she doesn’t take the chance as she stands in the open doorway while I help Lauren off the table.
“Cockblock,” I mutter to the doctor as we walk past her.
Laughter follows us out of the office.
“Why do you always try to embarrass me?”
I smile as I keep my eyes scanning the parking lot as we make our way to the truck.
“There’s nothing embarrassing about you being so irresistible that I want my dick in you all the time.”
She doesn’t argue, and I know as much as she’s annoyed with what I said, her pussy is wet with the implication that I’d fuck her in the exam room.
“Before you get any wild ideas,” she says as I cup her ass a little too long as she climbs in the truck. “We have that meeting back at the office.”
I close her inside the truck, grumbling as I make my way to the driver’s door.
We’ve kept our promise to each other about not returning to work, but it’s left both of us bored.
Lauren suggested opening an office, a home base of sorts for the men I’ve been sending out on jobs.
I hate the idea, but I don’t hate her, so now we have office space in town.
“I think we need to turn the phone off,” she mutters as we pull up to the front of the building we’re renting space in.
“People will just keep knocking on the door if we do that.”
The company line to the public is that we’re private detectives and private security. We also happen to be booked out for the foreseeable future because all of my scheduling is still done with the guys through the dark web. We look legitimate, but honestly it’s dirty business as usual.
“Maybe a voicemail system?” she suggests. “My patience is wearing thin on people calling to get quoted a price for someone to follow their cheating spouse around.”
“You wanted this,” I remind her, pointing to the fucking logo on the front glass. “I was content to just sit at home with you on my cock all fucking day.”
She smiles but keeps her eyes locked on the Mission Mercenaries sign on the glass door.
The skull is a true representation of who we are.
The two birds are poetically us and the freedom we found in each other.
The flowers? I see them as a waste of space, but Lauren said it looked too fucking macabre without them.
Finnis mali, the end of evil in Latin, is our promise that when the guys go out to work, they are judge, jury, and executioner, no questions asked.
“Do you think we have time to fuck?” Lauren asks as I open her door and help her out of the truck.
My hand immediately goes to my son growing inside of her.
I never thought I’d find a pregnant woman so fucking irresistible, but I think I may keep her knocked up forever with how much she turns me on this way. The idea of my seed inside of her, growing a child in there, makes me a territorial bastard.
“We always have time to fuck, baby,” I promise.
She tries to get away from me, but I don’t allow it until she clears the curb of the sidewalk. She almost face-planted the other day, and although it scared the shit out of me, I made sure to show her the error of her ways once we got inside.
Fighting the lock is a huge pain in the ass, but the second the door is open, I’m on her.
She’s learned that dresses are better suited for anytime out of the house because I’ve ripped too many of her clothes.
“If you take those panties off yourself, I won’t let you come.”
Lauren freezes with her hands under her dress, indecision in her eyes.
She knows what she wants, but she also likes begging for it.
A pinch of disappointment hits me when she pulls her hands free.
“That fucking needy, huh, baby?”
I’m unbuckling my belt, working my zipper down as I walk to her.
“Fucking whore,” I pant when she turns her back to me before bending over the desk at the back of the office.
She rolls her body for more attention when I flip her dress up and slowly pull her panties down.
Jesus, the scent of her arousal is the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.
I grip a handful of her ass, relishing the marks left there from before our office visit with Dr. Taylor. She winces from the bite of pain before it turns into a moan.
I want to tease her, to torture her with waiting, but every second since the last time I was inside her a couple of hours ago has been my own form of punishment.
My jaw clenches in an effort not to show my hand when I slide inside of her. It’s pure fucking heaven.
“Fucking move,” she growls, demanding more when I attempt to spend a few seconds of bliss just enjoying the warmth and tightness of her.
“Greedy bitch,” I hiss, pulling my hips back and snapping them forward.
I’m going full force, my balls high and tight as she moans and screams my name. She is the perfect fucking woman, taking it all and begging for more.
Reaching around, I squeeze her tits, wishing she was facing me so I could get a mouthful. I’m rougher, annoyed with missing out on seeing her face, when she comes on a cry.
As always, she takes me right over the edge with her, an orgasm so strong my vision turns blurry for a second.
A throat clears behind me, and I’m forced to spin in that direction, my cock just open to the air.
“Whoa!” Liam says from his spot by the fucking door, but he’s looking past me.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Lauren pointing a gun directly at him. She isn’t embarrassed that we got caught fucking. She’s making sure we’re safe. Even seven months pregnant, the woman is efficient, still capable of using those honed skills she learned in the FBI.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry, Mrs. Guerra.”
Lauren growls again.
“That’s one way to get shot,” I mutter.
I haven’t had to ask Lauren to marry me. She’s been very vocal about not wanting that, and I thought hearing it would upset me, but it doesn’t.
She’s mine, now and forever, and I don’t need a piece of paper tying us together. I know she feels the same way.
“Call me anything but Lauren and I’ll have your balls.”
Liam nods his agreement, and he’s smart enough not to smile when he does it.
“You’re early,” I mutter, my eyes darting from the clock on the wall and back to him.
“I came to tell you I fucked up.”
Lauren mutters under her breath about all of this being a big fucking mistake, and I have to agree with her. Things were so much easier when I was dispatching these assholes from the comfort of my home office.
“We don’t offer insurance,” I remind him. “There’s no liability on my end.”
He nods, his throat working on a swallow, his eyes darting between me and Lauren who still has her gun trained on him, still undecided if shooting him is the wrong choice.
I place my hand over the top of the weapon, and despite looking annoyed that I’m taking her choice away, she lowers it.
“Can’t risk the police getting called,” I tell her before turning my attention back to Liam.
“I can explain. Well, I’ll do my best to explain,” he says.
The front door opens at his back.
“We’re closed,” I snap as a young woman steps forward.
“Jesus Christ,” Lauren says at the exact same time I realize I recognize the woman.
The other woman looks up at Liam for answers.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap. “Why is the senator’s missing daughter in my fucking office right now?”
Liam swallows again, and I know Lauren is getting ready to make good on her promise, with no regard to whether the police get called or not.
Raya, the twenty-two-year-old recent college graduate and daughter of Texas Senator Thomas Reed, steps forward with the entitled air of someone who grew up being handed everything in life.
She’s been missing for the last several weeks, and the manhunt for whoever took her has been on every news station daily, from here to the fucking Canadian border.
She hitches a thumb toward Liam. “He’s the one who kidnapped me.”
THE END