Blind Copy (The Technicians Series Book 5)

by Olivia Gaines

  “Yes,” she said, letting her hand roam down his chest, “there is a Father Daughter Dance Friday night at the Rec Center and Karli signed you up. She really wants to go.”

  “What?” he asked, trying to look up at her over his shoulder. A Father Daughter Dance. They were supposed to stay in the house out of sight. Now he had a necktie wearing dog and a cat in a bleeping felt hat, and his patio was loaded with teenagers playing rap music by monosyllabic people mumbling euphemisms for sex.

  “Dancing. You and Karli. Rec Center. Six in the evening,” she repeated.

  “Can she even dance?”

  “Doesn’t matter, she just wants to be your little princess,” she told him, coming around to take a seat at the table next to him.

  “And what about Dusty. Does she want to go to this thing too?”

  “No, there’s a Sock Hop on Saturday night at the Rec Center, and she is going to that with Skylar,” she said. “Dusty has a date.”

  “She’s not old enough to date, and especially not that little octopus. Look at him, all touchy feely and shit. I have guns and weapons in this house. I will cut off his little pecker if he touches my baby,” Raphael said.

  He looked at Willow. Her face had gone all soft and her jaw was slack. The pupils in her eyes had dilated, and the nipples in the soft cotton of the dress were on high. The tip of her tongue snaked out of her mouth and right then and there, he wanted to knock all the handcrafted sea shell shit off the table and go for what he knew best. He would start the much-needed stress relieving session off by rubbing that delicious ass lambchop bone all of over her titties and licking off ever juicy drop. It would truly traumatize Karli, but he was wealthy enough to put the child in counseling for the rest of her life if need be.

  “Ahh damn,” he said, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, which was a particularly good method to refrain from touching himself and rubbing one out while she watched. His eyes pretty much confessed his dirty, filthy thoughts when he looked up at the woman.

  She nodded her head up and down, saying yes. “I’m ready. I am so ready. You don’t even have to ask. You can get it,” she whispered. “You can get it all night if you want to; I’m not even going to whimper.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that, but I have stuff in the car for you. It’s supposed to be for your birthday tomorrow.”

  Her mouth opened wide, “You know my birthday is tomorrow? I hadn’t celebrated a birthday in so long...you bought me a gift? Oh my goodness, I had to physically look at a calendar to get my bearings and you knew...my birthday is tomorrow.”

  “I bought you the gift of all gifts,” he said, feeling proud of himself. “Also, Tuesday, we are heading out of town to spend a few days with some friends. Well, my co-workers and their families. I meant to ask if the girls can swim. It’s a water park kind of thing. Lots of slides, floating lazy rivers and things of that nature.”

  “Like a family vacation?” she asked shocked.

  “Yeah, like a family vacation,” he repeated, looking at the woman who appeared to have stopped breathing. “I have to call back and change the reservations to include the cat in the hat and Pierce.”

  The dog barked at hearing his name.

  The kitten sat up and mewled for being disturbed.

  Willow was grinning from ear to ear.

  “I have a lady boner so big and wet right now, I need to excuse myself before I jump you and traumatize the children,” she said rising, walking away. “Please excuse me, Mr. Hoyt.”

  He continued eating as he watched her walk up the stairs. Her ass bobbed from side to side like two perfect melons in a well-worn gunny sack. The Archangel was right. He wasn’t that good of a man. Tonight, he was going to take care of the lady and her boner.

  “I’m going to take care of all of that, really well,” he said, cutting another piece of the chop. His chest lifted with pride at the wonderful goodie he had in the car. It wasn’t his way to buy shit to make a woman feel grateful to him, but this one time he was going to take one for the team. “Gonna get me some chocolate all in my teeth.”

  “Are you talking about the cake, Daddy? I’m ready to have a slice too. It will be my very first slice of chocolate yumminess,” Karli said.

  Raphael found himself chuckling. “Me too, Pooh Bear; me too. I can hardly wait.” He planned to be a conquering pirate climbing aboard a maiden vessel and getting all up in the booty.

  Chapter Thirteen – Reproduction

  IT FELT LIKE A REPRODUCTION of Christmas morning, only it was May. He sat in the big chair, just as his father used to do, watching the kids enjoy their presents. The teens occupying his patio were sent home to allow Raphael to be alone with his family. He took his time bringing the items inside from the vehicle, thinking he also required time to clean his weapon, and ensure everything was back in place before the next assignment.

  First, he brought in the dolls for Karli. She fawned and fussed over each one, happy for the gifts. She thanked her father six times, one for each doll. The bag that came with the dolls also held doll clothing with at least one change for each little princess.

  “I love these so much,” she said, kissing his cheek six times for good measure.

  Next, he brought in the bicycle for Dusty, who thought it was the greatest thing in the world. The bell on the handlebar and white basket was perfect to carry Pierce to the beach and back, as she told him. She didn’t even mind the mint green color.

  “Dusty, we can strip it down and repaint it any color you’d like,” he said. “It will take a little work, but I’m willing to put the time in if you are.”

  “A project for just me and you? I love it, Daddy. Thank you,” she said, looking at it with apprehension and excitement in the same breath.

  “I have some other items in the car as well,” he said, going back down the stairs and returning with the bolts of fabric.

  Karli squealed at the top of her lungs seeing the unicorn paneled fabric, while Willow and Dusty eyeballed the other materials, colors, and patterns. Raphael used that moment to sneak out to bring in both sewing machines. He set them on the floor.

  “Dusty, this one is for you, and Willow, this one is yours. Happy birthday,” he said, watching her face.

  Willow, now speechless, kicked off the high heeled sandals and got on the floor. She stared at the box, running her fingers over the top and sides of it with her back to Raphael.

  “Willow, do you like it?’ he asked, thinking maybe he should have gotten her pearls instead of a home making device. Maybe she would think he was trying to make her into a domestic goddess or something and devaluing her worth as a person. Raphael wasn’t prepared for what he saw when she turned around.

  Her eyes shimmered with tears. Each time she blinked more droplets ran down her cheeks; then Dusty started to cry. Karli wanted them both to stop crying, which made her cry and the damned necktie wearing dog to start howling. He looked at the cat in the stupid felt hat. The cat looked back at him in total lack of amusement as if he were saying, none of the emotional outpouring fazed it in the least. All of it was getting to Raphael.

  “I guess that means you like your gifts,” he said through a snarl which was supposed to be a smile.

  “Raphael, this is the gift of all gifts. I have wanted one of these machines my entire life. I was saving for one when Hymn took all my money,” she said. “I was planning to open a little side business on Etsy creating handmade items with embroidery. All of that fell apart and I gave up hope. You got me the perfect gift. I’m so humbled. So thankful for this, for you. I can’t tell you what it has meant for you to take us into your home. The simple option of allowing us to breathe and find ourselves or rather for me to find myself again. I owe you everything. I owe you so much. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said, feeling the biting, stinging irritation of tears at his eyes. He didn’t cry. He’d seen men that served beside him for several missions blown in half during military deployments and he didn’t cr
y. He’d witnessed the worst atrocities known to man and he didn’t weep. He bought a woman and a teenage girl sewing machines which made them cry, and now he too wanted to bawl like a big fat, knuckle-headed baby. He wasn’t going to do it.

  “I’ve been driving all day. I’m tired,” he said, going to the alarm panel. “I’m setting the alarm with my code. If anyone tries to disarm it, the alarm will sound.”

  He said it looking at Dusty Rose.

  “Goodnight, Daddy,” she said to him, giving a blushing smile.

  “Goodnight, Daddy, I love you so much right now that my heart is about to burst wide open and spill my guts all over this floor,” Karli said, walking over for a hug.

  It was too much. He had to say it back or he would crush her little feelings. “I love you too, Pooh Bear,” he said, winking at Dusty and heading for the stairs.

  For good measure, he checked the two extra bedrooms. The first bedroom he could tell Dusty had moved into. She was a neat teen as far as he could tell. He moved on to check the second bedroom which had not changed. Karli, he surmised, was still sleeping in the room with her mother. He went on to his room, not bothering to check the room where Willow slept. The sociopath in him walked over every corner of his bedroom, checking for items out of place or items which had been molested. Nothing had been touched, which almost disappointed him to a certain degree. Secretly, he wished to discover Willow had been in his room, lying in his bed, wearing his tee shirt, or spritzing herself in his cologne.

  They would need to talk, but he required a hot shower and to think about something other than her lips, those tears, and the joy on their faces.

  “Shower, then maybe talk to her about getting that slice of chocolate cake,” he said, closing his bedroom door and heading into the master bath.

  RAPHAEL LATHERED HIMSELF from head to toe, giving a bit of extra attention to the undercarriage, just in case, plus he’d been sitting all day in the truck with leather seats. It was a sorry excuse to scrub his balls extra hard when what he was really hoping for was a bit of popsicle action from lady. Laughing at himself, he added shampoo to his hair, rinsed twice, then a handful of conditioner. He considered himself lucky to have gotten a good deal of his mother’s Hispanic genes. The thick black hair didn’t appear to be thinning anywhere and for that he was grateful. After a full rinse of his body and a final rinse of his hair, he toweled dry. A smaller hand towel was used on his hair while the bath sheet draped about his waist.

  He could barely see the bedroom as anxious hands briskly ran the towel over his scalp and hair to remove any excess moisture. Very seldom did he go to bed with a wet head, but tonight, emotionally, mentally, and physically, he’d hit a wall. In the morning, he expected to have a better perspective. The cat with the hat. The dog with the necktie. Dusty having a boyfriend. That lambchop. The chocolate cake.

  “I want some damned chocolate,” he mumbled, nearly pouting.

  All the thoughts floating through his head stopped when he noticed the covers on the bed were turned down. The bed had been fully made when he went to take a shower, and now the king-size bed covers were turned down to the foot, revealing the sheets as if two people were about to tear up the bed. The towel on his head came off in his hand as he looked about the room to find Willow, sitting in the corner in a revealing negligee, her deep brown nipples erect. He could see the dark hair covering her womanhood in the light, and he swallowed hard. Instead of addressing the situation right away, he stepped into his bathroom and pulled on a bathrobe over the towel, tying it at the waist.

  “Before you say anything and tell me all the reasons you can’t or won’t, I’m going to tell you that I don’t care,” Willow started.

  “Willow,” he said, walking to the door to open it for her to leave, “you don’t owe me your body in repayment for what I have done.”

  “I’m not offering you my body as a repayment for anything. I’m asking to be with you as your woman,” she said, getting to her feet. “Raphael, I know men with less than half of what you have here that would have taken advantage the first night, not only of me, but of Dusty and possibly Karli. That is not you. Your heart is right. Your eyes hold a darkness behind them, but the truth of your heart overcomes all those things.”

  “And I’m not going to be an asshole and take advantage of this situation,” he said, gripping the handle of the door.

  “How are you taking advantage when I’m all but begging you to take it and making a fool of myself asking you to be with me? I know you like women. Hell, I know you like me. I’ve seen you watching me when you thought I wasn’t looking,” she told him. “I’m not going to even start trying to lie, Raphael. You turn me on. Honestly, right now if you touched my breast, I would make a gushing mess on the floor.”

  “Damn,” he said, mentally willing his body not to react.

  “That’s nothing,” she replied, pulling off the flimsy material and standing before him nude. “Let that big brain of your process this bit of information. I haven’t been touched by a man in six years. Think about that. Six years. Not a kiss, a feel, a rub, anything. It’s going to be like a maiden ride on prom night.”

  His body was a traitor and responded to the words. Sweat formed on his forehead and under his mustache on his upper lip as she sat on the bed. She moved back to reveal a damp spot she’d left, raising her knees to showcase the treat he would earn if he was a good boy.

  “Raphael, I’m also a vegetarian,” she said, smiling at him.

  “Yeah, I know,” he said, squeezing the door handle, not ready to close it just yet.

  “What you may not realize is that I haven’t had sugar in six years, not even since I’ve been here,” she said, opening and closing her knees. The ready to mate with you pheromones were filling the air as his pupils began to dilate. “I haven’t consumed any artificial sweeteners, any meats, no sodium or processed foods.”

  She had his attention as she leaned back on the bed. Her long legs crossed at the ankles as she stuck them up in the air. Slowly she opened them to reveal the vee in the center, the moisture glistening on the girl curls. Raphael licked his lips.

  “Man, you have no idea how absolutely delicious this is going to taste,” she said, opening her legs to a position that only a gymnast or a woman with no bones in her hips should have been able to perform.

  Raphael closed the door. He didn’t look back as his fingers turned the lock, securing their privacy. Instead of walking to the bed, he walked past her, removing the towel and tossing it in the laundry basket. Willow wanted to know what he was doing, but the excitement inside of her was too great to care. As long as he didn’t come out of the closet wearing a Gimp mask with a zipped mouth, he could still get it. Hell, as far as she was concerned, he could come out of the closet in an entire monkey costume and still get it. Instead, Raphael came out with a necktie.

  “Oh, you want to tie me up?” she asked, looking concerned. Honestly, she didn’t care. He could tie her up and still get it.

  “No,” he said, leaning over the bed and shoving it in her mouth. “Don’t want the girls to think I’m in here hurting you.”

  Her eyes were wide as she pulled out the tie. “Are you going to hurt me?”

  “Not intentionally, but probably,” he said, unfastening the robe.

  “Oh, good goody,” she said, clapping her hands like a circus seal. Willow shoved the folded necktie in her mouth, flipping over to her belly and coming up on her knees. The ambrosia of her nectar filled his nose, and that was the last thing he remembered.

  His hands slipped under her knees, lifting her body wheelbarrow style. He buried his face. He took one long lick from the top of her cooter to edge of her pooter, and Willow shivered in delight. Raphael licked her again, this time stopping at the hood, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, playing with the sensitive button.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, pressing her hips against his face.

  “You’re right, this tastes...damn,” he said, using a digit on his right
hand to test the tightness of the opening. He could barely get an index finger inside. He continued to work until he managed to get two fingers inside the tight opening, then he flipped Willow over onto her back. Double checking the placement of the necktie, ensuring she had it firmly in between her teeth, he jammed two fingers all the way in to stroke the inner clitoris as his mouth sucked on the outer button.

  “Moferckinglickthatamanospusspuss,” Willow mumbled behind the necktie as her body shook, her hips gyrated, and a gush of warm liquid hit him in the mouth.

  “Fuck me,” he said, standing up and yanking off the robe.

  “Okay. Yes. I will. I can. Get it,” she mumbled through the necktie.

  Willow could see his entire body. Raphael had far more muscles than she expected and was in excellent physical shape. Her eyes went to the prize and she grinned, biting down hard, still holding the necktie in her mouth. She yanked it out.

  “Ham hands. I get it. Pork shank. Osso Bucco. Oh yeah. Let’s do this,” she said, sticking the tie back in her mouth, grabbing him and pulling the man down on top of her.

  Raphael removed the necktie from her mouth. Gently he kissed the lips, attempting his first taste of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. Willow opened her mouth to allow the exploration as he positioned himself between her legs. The kiss deepened as he pressed himself into her, making a first effort to enter the private oasis. He pushed harder as he deepened the kiss.

  She moaned into his mouth. Raphael pressed deeper, continuously, until he was completely seated inside the tight cavern. Willow had barely moved her body underneath him but once she did, he knew, everything for them would change. There was no going back from this. The connection felt as if he’d been waiting all of his life to come home and now, he’d finally arrived. He started to move slowly inside of her, withdrawing, planting deep, withdrawing, planting deep. He continued this for several minutes until he felt dampness on her face touch his cheek. Willow was crying.