Chapter 3 Crew
CREW
Iknew today was going to be a battle with keeping my hands and cock to myself.
I should have told Todd to fuck right off.
A conflict of interest, my ass. What about the way I’ve imagined taking her every which way, particularly with her bent over my desk, skirt above her ass, and watching as her body comes alive for me?
I’d start with my hands, running my fingers along the slit of her pussy, seeing how wet she would be for me, and once I’d feel her quiver, well, then I’d slide one finger inside, more for my sake than hers.
I’d bet my left nut she’d be able to take more than one.
The thought of feeling her pulse with something that isn’t my dick would no doubt send me into a downward spiral.
I’d work her up till she’d be teetering on the edge and undoubtedly had me doing similar.
Fuck, I’d probably come in my pants watching her pussy sucking my fingers deeper inside.
Then I’d take them away, both of us so damn ready for the same thing.
The second my cock sprang free, I’d be slamming inside her, feeling every ripple surround my bare flesh.
I bite the inside of my cheek when my attention is drawn to the light tapping of heels outside my office door.
I watch as Serena walks toward Mary’s desk in a slow and seductive strut, further turning me on.
It looks like I’ll be keeping the suit jacket on for the time being.
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? Even before seeing her, I’d be doing the same thing.
I’m yet again at another battle with myself.
Do I stand up and walk out to where Serena and Mary are quietly chatting, or do I stay in my seat?
I decide to do the latter, keeping my ears open and my eyes focused on the emails that keep pinging at a rapid-fire pace.
We have a few plans that need to be solidified, and there’s no time like the present.
My phone interrupts me before I can even place my hand on the mouse.
Asher: Who’s hosting what this month?
Tysen: We can, unless there are any other takers.
Jagger: We’re down for whatever.
Johnny: I’ll talk to Winnie. Depending on the date, we should be good.
Trent: I’m out, but the girls are all in. My new schedule fucking sucks.
I’m about to respond when my desk phone rings. Jesus, its Friday. Usually, shit is settling down, not gearing up.
“This is Crew,” I answer while watching the text messages continue to come through.
Asher: Sucks, man. I’ll pick Kennedy and Briar up if you don’t want her driving.
Jude: That’s your fucking funeral, and you know it. Your sister will have a shit fit if you even suggest that.
Jagger: Cover your balls and pray for your life.
Tysen: Where are Matthew, Crew, and Luke?
Luke: Working. Something you all don’t seem to do anymore.
Matthew: Speak for yourself. I’m busy with my woman. I’m good with things going on at Tys’. Let me know the day and time. We’ll bring food.
Me: Thank god Letty cooks, or we’d be eating some type of charred food.
“Hey, Crew, it’s Todd. Checking to see if Serena made it to you yet?
” Todd says on the other end of the line.
The clear view of Serena is right in front of me, and while I could answer him right away, I’m too distracted by her beauty.
All week, she’s been in a similar style outfit, business with a touch of allure.
Skirt, pants, it doesn’t matter. The woman has my full attention in whatever she’s wearing, and today is no different.
Today, she’s wearing a purple-colored blouse, short-sleeved style, and it’s tucked into a pair of black high-waisted pants.
They’re tailor-fit, showing her curves, and when she turns around, I can see exactly what it does to her ass.
The high heels she has on her feet elongate her lithe body and have me wanting them digging into my back.
Tysen: You can say that again. Out of all of us, Matthew not being able to cook is saying something.
Me: Gotta go. New engineer is starting today, and Todd has me training her.
Matthew: Well, shit.
Jude: Answer me this, male or female?
Asher: You know he wouldn’t be shutting shit down if it were a male. He’s the last man standing, for now.
Jagger: Took the words right out of my mouth. @Jude, do some digging and pop a picture in here.
Me: Fuck all of you.
“Crew, you there?” Todd clears his throat on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, I’m here. So is Serena. She’s talking to Mary.
I’m still not exactly sure why she’s not with you,” I say with a hint of disdain.
The more I think about this, the further down the rabbit hole I go, thinking about all the reasons why Todd is foisting Serena off on me when he very clearly has some kind of attachment toward her.
“I’ll leave that up to her on the reason. Just know you’re doing me a solid, and the favor isn’t going unnoticed. Don’t forget about lunch,” Todd follows up.
“Already got Mary on that. Gotta go. She’s walking in.” I don’t want a response, so I put the phone back on the receiver and pick up my cell again to finish reading the messages that I’m sure are piling up.
Luke: Shit, I’m out of the loop. Someone break it down for me.
Matthew: Todd roped Crew into training a newbie at the firm. He’s been pissed about it since the very beginning. Then he meets her, can’t figure out what her relationship is with Todd, and today, she starts with him. Did I mention he can’t keep his eyes in his head? You know, the usual.
After that last response, I open my desk drawer, toss the phone inside, and while I’d prefer to slam it closed, I don’t, partly because the last thing I want to do is draw Serena’s attention from Mary.
Instead, I let it close lightly, stand up from my desk, smooth my clothes, and walk toward the woman who has me chewing on the inside of my cheek to keep my cool.
“Mr. Garrison,” Mary says as she realizes I’m standing on the threshold of the door. She hurriedly stands up and is about to make formal introductions, which aren’t necessary.
“Mary, I see you’ve met Serena?” I help her out.
“Yes, I was about to walk her into your office, but it seems you have this handled. Please excuse me. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” Mary skirts around us, taking off to what I can only assume will be the employee lounge to grab a bite to eat.
“Shall we?” I ask, attempting to keep the conversation cordial and friendly, a damn hard feat with the way she makes me feel.
“Yes, please. I have my tablet and am ready to get to work.” Serena holds up her bag, showing me she’s all set up from her time with HR.
We all get a standard-issued tablet, though there’s nothing standard about it when Jude is the computer/hacker guru of our group.
No expense is spared when it comes to our personal and business lives.
“Alright.” I extend my arm for her, allowing her to precede me in the office.
My hand automatically goes to her lower back, and I wish like hell there weren’t any fabric between us, wanting to feel her smooth skin.
Serena stutters in her step for a moment, and when neither of us mentions anything, she slowly sinks back into my warmth.
Once we’re inside my office, I close the door behind us, and Serena doesn’t miss a beat. She notices the chair I set up near my desk, but what she doesn’t know is that she won’t be using it.
“Take a seat in front of the computer. We’ll go over a few plans for the day, see what you think, and go from there.” I walk with her, but instead of sitting down beside her, I come up behind her. This is a human resources nightmare waiting to happen, but fuck if I give a god damn.
“You’ll have to guide me to what I’m looking for, Crew. Your computer isn’t like what I’ve trained on this week.” Hearing my name tumble off her lips has to be the best damn thing I’ve ever heard.
“That’s because my buddy, Jude, built it. Nobody else has one here. I’ll help you every step of the way.” I place my hand on top of hers that’s on the mouse.
“Oh, well, that makes sense.” We go with the motions as I help her open the plans I’ve been working on for Jagged Edge Builders, Jagger’s business, even if we all own a small piece of the pie, but for the most part, it’s his blood, sweat, and tears.
“Yeah.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask about Todd when Serena starts talking shop.
I’m left leaving that subject for another time, and as much as I hate it, it’s also nice as hell to see the drive and determination she has to figure out my computer operating system.
She also starts picking my brain and asking the important questions.
And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more than I already am.