Predator
This scene wasn’t what I expected when I rode toward home.
I wanted to speak to Stalker and Daya in person to tell them that Webb hadn’t shown up for his parole meeting.
Instead, I got the text of a lifetime, and now I was waiting for my best friend to pull out so I could bury my aching cock inside of our woman.
Unable to wait a second longer, I came around the desk.
Right before I reached him, Stalker withdrew, moaning and stumbled backward.
Daya was lying on the desk, panting. I lifted her legs, hooked them over my forearms, and sank into her.
She and I both gasped. Even soaked with their combined cum, she was tight and felt delicious.
I admit, I set up a somewhat harsh pace, but she was moaning and whispering for me to fuck her harder, so I obliged. Stalker made his way to the chair where her head was. He sank into it, then leaned forward to lock lips with her. They ravaged each other’s mouths.
The thump of the desk didn’t deter me. I kept going.
I knew I wasn’t able to hold back for long.
I prayed I could get her to climax before I did.
To better the odds, I reached between us and rubbed circles on her clit with my thumb.
She tightened. I held out for a minute and a half, maybe two minutes longer, before she became like a vise and began thrashing.
I held her as I railed her, causing myself to spill my cum deep.
I couldn’t stop stroking in and out even after I was finished orgasming.
However, I eventually grew too soft to continue, and I had to pull away.
I sank bare-assed into one of the other chairs by the desk.
I needed a few moments to catch my breath and steady my legs, then I’d help Daya up and get her cleaned up.
???
We were all redressed and clean. Thankfully, there was a small bathroom attached to Stalker’s office.
We’d cleaned up the mess we'd made, and the room was sprayed with the air freshener he had kept there. No need to advertise to anyone who came into the room what we’d done, though they might’ve heard.
We bid those we ran into goodbye after we’d found Breezy.
Stalker checked out for the day at the entrance desk after informing them to call if they needed him.
Daya and Breezy rode back home in Daya’s car.
Minutes later, we gathered in the living room of the townhome.
It was hard not to keep picturing what happened in Stalker’s office. I was ready to re-enact it.
“Well, tell us what happened,” Breezy said anxiously. I got my mind back on track.
“He didn’t show up. No surprise, I asked Outlaw to see if Bauer had done anything with that information. We need to know whether he’s still going to pretend nothing is wrong. If he does, then we need to take a closer look at Steven Bauer,” I told them.
“Did Outlaw indicate how long it would take to look into Bauer?” Stalker asked.
“He said he was already thinking along those lines, and since right now, he can’t do anything new to find Webb, he has already started on it, along with his other assignments.
He hopes to have something for us by tomorrow,” I explained.
I saw that Stalker understood what I wasn’t saying.
Outlaw hadn’t stopped digging into Jess Crane.
“Well, that will be a relief. I feel like we’re all spinning our wheels and going nowhere.
And it’s not meant as a slight against Outlaw.
We know he’s working his ass off. Christmas is in two weeks, and then it’ll be a new year.
I want to be able to relax and enjoy them, if possible, without him hanging over our heads.
I want Outlaw and his family to have time together and him not buried on the computer all the time,” Daya explained.
“Dolcezza, my gut tells me we’ll be free of this by Christmas. How? I’m not sure. It’s a feeling,” Stalker confessed.
As weird as it was, I had the same one. Something was coming our way, soon. Only I had no idea how it would manifest.
“I agree with Stalker, though don’t ask me how. Let’s talk about something fun. That has nothing to do with Webb. What did you think of Warriors’ Haven? Did you enjoy your time there?” I asked.
I noticed Daya’s face flush, but her expression remained calm. Breezy burst into a huge smile.
“I loved it there. I met some wonderful people. I had fun. And I wouldn’t mind going back, if that’s allowed.”
“You can go anytime. Right now, we have to insist that someone take you there and back. But I’ll let the staff know you are free to come and go, just like Daya.
The residents will appreciate the company.
For many, it’s isolating. Some of it is self-inflicted.
They’re too scared to venture from the grounds.
The risk of running into their abusers is too much. ” Stalker replied.
“I understand that. Don’t get me wrong. I love everyone and everything here. It’s safe. But it feels wonderful to get to interact with others. And I felt like I was helping them in a small way. It reinforced that I made the right decision,” Breezy added.
“Right decision?” I asked.
“Yes. I chose to get a psychology degree. I want to go beyond my bachelor’s to become a counselor.
I want to specialize in people like those at Haven.
I’ll be finished with my first degree at the end of spring.
One semester to go. Then it’ll be time to get into graduate school.
If I work hard, I can have my master's in three years.”
“That’s an admirable profession, and you can bring so much to it. Your past experiences can help others overcome what was done to them. You’re out, living, despite the trauma. They’ll see that,” Stalker told her.
“I hope so. Anyway, enough about school. Other than the disappointment over Marshall, how was your day?” Breezy asked.
From there, I gave a brief rundown of how things were going at Salvation. It led Daya to explain her conversation with Brett. It triggered me into action. The worst that could happen is she says no.
“Daya, I know that you’ve been on leave from your job. And your boss isn’t exactly happy. I have a question. Do you love your employer? Or would you be open to other opportunities?” I asked.
Stalker sent a chin lift my way, indicating he knew where I was going and agreed. Our old lady didn’t reply immediately. We sat there, quietly waiting for her answer. My heart was pounding at the thought of what I was about to suggest to her.
“I’ve worked for my company since I got out of the Corps.
I’ve built good relationships with my coworkers and even my immediate supervisor.
My big boss can be a pain to work with. He doesn’t like excuses, including when you have personal issues and need time off.
He only believes in work to the exclusion of everything else.
He doesn’t care if his employees have families and lives outside of work.
He believes the company comes first. I don’t prefer that,” Daya confessed.
“Have you stayed because of loyalty, or haven’t you checked around to see what’s out there?” I asked.
“I’m loyal but not to the point of utter blindness. I haven’t taken the time to shop for a new job. If I found one, I’d give my notice,” Daya confessed.
“Would you consider working at Salvation Security? Brett works at Haven, but he’s part of Salvation.
I believe your vast skills would come in handy.
We do some of the things your company does.
I want you to consider it. It’s not merely because you’re ours and we like family to work with us.
Your skills are exactly what we seek in applicants and then some,” I told Daya.
Her eyes widened. “Are you serious? You have the need, and this isn’t because I’m yours?”
I held up my hand. “I swear. Between customers’ needs and our various businesses, and even the compound's, we stay busy. When it comes to the compound and our businesses, those are primarily handled by the club family and members. We don’t want anyone knowing our defenses, not even those we call employees and friends.
With the addition of the veterans building adjacent to Haven, which you loved, that’s over a dozen club businesses to keep updated. ”
“God, you know how to tempt a woman. I love the whole concept of Haven and the veteran addition, even though there were places you should tighten up from a security standpoint. And to have the chance to do it for others would be great. What about personal security? You told me Salvation does that at times. Would I be involved in those jobs?”
I sighed. “The old man in me wants to say hell no. I bet Stalker feels the same. However, the old man in me also wants you to be happy. And if that’s required in your work to make it true, then I’d have to say yes.
But we’ll worry our asses off, no matter that we believe in your abilities.
It’s always gonna be that way for us. We want nothing to threaten or hurt you, Daya.
Am I wrong, Stalker?” I needed him to weigh in here. It wasn’t my decision alone.
“You’re correct. I know you can take care of yourself, Daya. It’s not an issue. It’s the possibility that something could go wrong, and you end up hurt or dead. We love you. We can’t live without you, Hailstorm,” my best friend admitted.
We were seated on the couch. Breezy was across from us in one of the overstuffed armchairs. Stalker and I scooted until our bodies touched Daya’s. Her smile was loving and filled with understanding.
“It would be the same if anything happened to either of you. You could be doing a bodyguard assignment, Predator, and end up harmed or killed. Yet, I know that I have to let you be you. I want the same courtesy. And Stalker, even if you work at Haven, you’re at risk if someone’s abuser finds them.
There are no guarantees in life. We can only make ourselves as skilled and strong as possible to lessen the likelihood of it.
Do you wear Kevlar when you work those cases? ” Daya asked.
“We do. And before you ask, if we’re headed into a dangerous situation, such as going after someone like Webb, we wear it then, too. We’ve gotten more safety-conscious since members began settling down. Everyone wants to come home to their loved ones,” I assured her.
Our woman grasped our hands and squeezed.
“If you can give me the same consideration you do your club brothers and the employees you hire, then I would adore working with you and the club rather than a stranger. I might even know some great assets you might want to hire. I won’t poach them, but there are a few who said if I leave, they’ll go where I go,” she admitted.
“Let me run it by Outlaw, since he officially manages Salvation and would be your boss. Ajax and I function as his backups.”
Unable to wait until later or tomorrow, I took out my phone and called. Outlaw picked up on the second ring.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hey, Outlaw. I have a question for you. I’m here with Stalker, Daya, and Breezy.
We’ve been talking, and Daya is willing to quit her security job to work for Salvation Security.
I told her you have the final approval as the manager.
What do you think? If you need to think about it, we’ll wait.
I needed to get it out there. Daya’s current employer is pressuring her to come back to work.
And I believe she’d be an asset. And it has nothing to do with the fact she’s my old lady.
She gave them ideas for additional security measures at Haven today. ”
“Put me on speaker,” he said, then paused to give me time to do it.
“You’re on speaker,” I told him.
“Hey, guys. So Brett told me you gave several tips on tightening things up at Haven and at Warriors’ Mooring.
Spot on, and we should’ve done those already.
He was impressed and asked if there was some way I could get you to work for us, Daya.
Oh, and without Predator or Stalker saying no,” Outlaw admitted.
“He did? Wow, I had no idea he thought that highly of my basic suggestions,” Daya said.
“He did. And I’d love to hear what you find after a walk-through on our other businesses. What about bodyguard assignments? Would you be available for those? We’ve been asked about having females before,” Outlaw added.
“I agree, though we’ll be worried,” I stated.
“And I’m the same. But we know that Daya has to have variety to be happy and not bored with her work,” Stalker informed Outlaw.
“Don’t we all worry? Hell, I get worried if Tarin and Melody go to town without me, but I can’t force them to live as captives at the compound.
I don’t need to think it over. If you’re serious, Daya, and my brothers can control themselves, I want you to come work for Salvation,” Outlaw boldly offered.
At our nods, Daya laughed and hurried to say, “Then you have a new employee. I have to give my notice at work. My leave is up on the thirty-first. My boss refused to extend it. I understand he has to look out for his company. But I planned to quit if this problem we’re having wasn’t cleared away by then.
Thank you. I promise I won’t let any of you down,” our old lady vowed.
“We never thought you would. Thank you and welcome aboard. We’ll get you into the system and handle the paperwork this week. Once we’re clear of other obligations, we’ll have you come in, meet the team, get on the roster, and all that. I’m pumped,” Outlaw informed her.
There was a minute or two of celebration before I ended the call. Daya beamed. Breezy appeared lighthearted. Despite the risk, Stalker and I were elated to have her work for us. And with her doing so at my workplace, I could, to a degree, watch over her.
After a bit more chatting about what they saw and did at Haven and Mooring, Breezy excused herself for an hour.
She promised she’d be back to help make dinner.
I suggested we go out and eat. They asked if that was doable.
We assured them it was. That changed our plans from eating in to going out. We needed to celebrate Daya’s new job.