G-Men: The Series

by ANDREA SMITH

  I pulled a black, long-sleeved spandex top with a plunging neckline over my head. I pulled a pair of my tight Calvin jeans up, and shrugged a pair of brown leather boots on. Once I put my jacket on, I was good to go.

  I always parked at the same Park and Ride lot and then took a bus to Slate’s. His apartment was a half-block from the bus stop. It was a freezing cold day. There were light snow flurries as I walked the distance from the bus stop to his house. Just as I approached the staircase, two bikers were coming down the steps. I recognized the OMC badged one as Slash, the main dude for the Indianapolis chapter. The other one had the same badging as Slate. It was his buddy, Taz. He recognized me from the club.

  I waited for them to get to the sidewalk before continuing towards the steps. Taz gave me a nod as they passed. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t comfortable around bikers, with the exception of Slate. I just never knew when they might fuck with me.

  Slate had the door open for me when I got to the top. He was in the kitchen in front of the sink washing out his coffee cup. He was wearing jeans with no shirt or socks. His hair was damp, which meant he was fresh out of the shower. I loved the way his jeans hung low on his hips. He was so freakin’ hot.

  He turned as he heard me come in, and that’s when I saw the butterfly stitches over his left eyebrow. There was a huge gash beneath them.

  “Oh my God, Slate! What happened?”

  I hurried over to where he was standing to get a better look.

  “Just a little misunderstanding with a couple of business associates the other day. It’s no big deal.”

  “It looks like a big deal to me,” I said. “I think you need real stitches on this, Slate. It looks deep.”

  “The mother-fucker had a ring on, snagged me pretty good. Trust me, babe, he’s in worse shape than me right now.”

  I frowned at him. “Still, I think you need to go to the hospital and have it sewn up. What about a tetanus shot?”

  “It’s fine.”

  “Do you have any hydrogen peroxide here?”

  “Sunny - stop fussing over me. That’s not why I called you over here.”

  I’d already headed into his bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet where I found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a box of cotton swabs. I headed back to the kitchen.

  “Sit,” I instructed him in my no-nonsense tone.

  He rolled his eyes, but complied, straddling one of the two kitchen chairs at the table. I soaked one of the cotton swabs with the peroxide, squeezing out the excess. I dabbed it gently against the wound, carefully cleaning off some of the dried, crusted blood. I got another clean swab and repeated the process until it was pretty well cleaned up.

  I dug through my shoulder bag that I’d thrown on his kitchen table upon my arrival and found my make-up bag. I knew I had a small tube of antibiotic cream in there from when I’d scraped my heel against an exposed nail in the dressing room at the club. I squeezed out some of the antibiotic cream onto a fresh cotton swab and dabbed it gently on the wound.

  “There,” I said. “Hopefully that’ll keep it from scarring. I’m going to leave this here with you, so keep applying it several times a day until it’s healed, okay?”

  “Yes, bossy,” he said, getting to his feet and coming towards me. My heart fluttered at his nearness. He pulled me against him, his chin resting on my head.

  “Thanks, babe,” he said softly, holding me closely against him.

  He kissed my lips softly. My tummy did flip-flops. My hands rubbed his muscular back, loving the feel of his skin against mine. He pulled back, taking me by the hand. We headed into his bedroom.

  Slate stood in front of me and undressed me slowly and methodically. I shivered as he hooked his thumbs into the waist band of my jeans, once he’d unfastened them, and tugged them downward. They fell into a heap at my ankles. He instructed me to raise my arms so that he could pull my black top over my head. He was careful not to snag my extensions.

  I was standing before him in my black lace bra and matching panties. He unhooked my bra, cupping my breasts roughly in his hands, massaging them. He pulled my bra off then hooked his forefinger in my panties and lowered them so that I could step free.

  He pulled his jeans off. He was totally naked standing next to me.

  “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed.

  I did as I was told. Slate knelt in front of me, spreading my legs with his hands. He grabbed a pillow, lifting me to place it underneath my ass. He placed each of my feet on each of his shoulders, and pulled my hips closer. I arched my back instinctively.

  I felt his fingers touching and exploring my cleft. Pretty soon his lips and tongue followed, tracing a hot path of pleasure beneath the folds of my sex. His tongue continued to roll and explore my clitoris, flicking it gently, and his fingers were probing inside of me now. I was soaking wet, partly from him and partly from me.

  “God, your cunt tastes good, babe,” he said, his warm breath against it sending waves of pleasure through me.

  My hips gyrated in a circular motion as his tongue now joined his two fingers going in and out of me.

  “You like it when I fuck you with my mouth don’t you, Sunny?”

  “Mmmm, I love everything you do to me,” I moaned softly, thrusting my pelvis into his face, which was now wet with my arousal.

  He kept it up until I knew I was going over the edge into major orgasmic pleasure. I felt myself contract as I whimpered and writhed beneath his touch, my body taking control as my climax unraveled around me.

  His mouth continued to work my sex, more gently now as I enjoyed the last remnants of my orgasm. My face was flushed, as was the rest of my body, post-climax.

  He lifted me gently and pulled the covers back, placing me on the sheet of his bed. He was right beside me, kissing my lips, my neck, and then moving downward to my breasts. He brushed his lips across each one. My nipples became erect for him immediately. His tongue played and teased my nipples. I arched my back wanting his mouth fully on them.

  “My sweet girl’s greedy,” he teased, taking his time and enjoying my impatience.

  His tongue lingered on a nipple, circling it over and over again before taking it into his mouth. He suckled it roughly. I liked when he did that. A few minutes later, he moved to the other breast, teasing and then sucking it fully.

  He straddled me, moving up my torso. This brought my hands instinctively to his ass, pulling him towards me as he guided his stiff cock into my waiting mouth.

  It was my turn to suckle, and I did so with pleasure, loving the feel of him and the control it gave me. His hips gyrated back and forth as his cock moved in and out. I watched the pleasure revealed in his face. His blue eyes were hooded; his breathing was coming harder and faster.

  In an instant, he pulled himself from my mouth and flipped me over onto my belly. I pulled my legs forward and raised myself up on my forearms. Slate’s fingers were splayed underneath on my abdomen, raising my backside to tilt in front of him.

  “Diaphragm in, babe?”

  “Yeah,” I answered huskily.

  He plunged his cock into me deeply. I cried out in pleasure. He backed out and then slammed into me again and again.

  His hands were braced on my hips as he continued to rock in and out of me. I was moaning with each deep thrust. He was groaning loudly as he increased his momentum. I felt his hands dig deeper into my hips as he braced me for his orgasm. Mine was close behind.

  I rolled my hips in a circular motion, allowing him to hit my special spot. We came together in our usual frenzy. I could feel his cock throbbing as his warm jism squirted inside of me. My pussy was contracting around it, squeezing every last drop out of him.

  He pulled out, collapsing on his back beside me.

  “Fuck, that was good,” he said breathlessly, his hands running through his still-damp locks. I curled up next to him, breathing in the smell of our sex that permeated the
room.

  My fingers traced along his treasure trail, then northward towards his chest. I gently fingered his silver cross that lay across his chest.

  “Something you want to say, babe?”

  He knew me so well for not knowing who I really was at all.

  “Did we make love today, Slate?”

  “We fucked baby. That’s what you and I do. We fuck. And today we did it pretty damn well.”

  He was so freakin’ careful about never letting his feelings show. My woman’s intuition told me it was more than just “fucking” with him. He was simply not clued in on that yet. I wouldn’t let it spoil my afternoon with him. I hadn’t given my heart to him yet. I probably never would.

  Several hours and three orgasms later, I dressed to leave. As I sat on Slate’s bed putting my socks back on, I heard him holler out from the bathroom where he was taking a leak.

  “You have family plans for Christmas, Sunny?” Christmas was the day after tomorrow. Lindsey would be home this evening; Jack tomorrow.

  “Sort of,” I replied. “My period’s due that day.”

  I heard the toilet flush followed by running water in the sink.

  “Good,” he said, emerging from the bathroom drying his hands and smiling. “I guess that kills two birds with one stone then.”

  “How’s that?” I asked, frowning as I zipped my leather boot up.

  “I’m going to be out of town. So I guess I’ll see you after the New Year.”

  “I guess,” I shrugged, acting way more impassive than I felt. “Have a happy holiday.”

  I went to the kitchen and picked my jacket up from the chair, shrugging it on. Slate was putting his jacket on as he followed me out. He always walked me to the bus stop and waited until the bus got there.

  It was already starting to get dark out. I needed to beat a fast path home to shower and scrub this make-up off before Lindsey got in. Her best friend, Julie, was picking her up at the airport. I’d offered to, but she said she and Julie needed to catch up.

  We walked in silence to the corner. There wasn’t a lot to say outside of the bedroom. So many topics were off limits between us.

  “Can I ask you a question, Slate?”

  “You can ask away, but it doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get an answer.”

  “How old are you?”

  He turned to look at me, quirking a brow. “Doesn’t that break our “no sharing of personal information” rule?”

  “I guess it does,” I replied, looking downward as we reached the corner. I could see the bus coming down the street. I stepped to the curb.

  Slate’s arm reached out and hauled me back. He lowered his face to mine, searching my eyes with his.

  His lips found mine as he kissed me sweetly and tenderly. His fingertips tilted my chin upward so that I could see his beautiful eyes. He kissed my lips a couple of more times quickly as the bus pulled over.

  “Twenty-six,” he said to me softly. “How about you Diamond Girl?”

  I hesitated momentarily. “I’m a little older than that, Slate. Merry Christmas.”

  I boarded the bus and took a seat by the window.

  He was still standing there, watching me from the corner. The wind was blowing through his thick, dark hair. His brooding eyes locked with mine.

  Damn. He’s only twenty-six.

  Shit.

  chapter 17

  I got through the Christmas holidays by the grace of God and having Lindsey home. Jack always acted more sociable when she was around.

  My parents had come home on Christmas Eve. We had dinner with them and exchanged gifts. They were all excited about leaving for Florida before New Year’s Eve. They would be there until the end of March, like always.

  My dad was full of questions for Jack about Banion Pharmaceutical. He wanted every detail pertaining to the new distribution center, sales growth forecast for the following year, and the R & D budget proposal.

  Even though my father was retired, he was still the Chairman of the Board. I could see that Jack liked telling my father exactly what he wanted to hear. That’s what everyone had done for as far back as I could remember.

  Lindsey and I’d decorated the tree at our house Christmas Eve morning. She’d been a bit surprised that I hadn’t gotten to it yet.

  “What’s been keeping you so busy, Mom?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, this and that I guess. I’ve had Christmas shopping to do.” That wasn’t altogether a lie.

  I’d hurriedly done all of my shopping by catalog, having it shipped next day air through a courier service. It had arrived the evening I’d returned from Slate’s. I’d hurriedly wrapped them all before Lindsey got home from the airport.

  Christmas morning, I made our traditional breakfast of bacon, eggs and waffles. We then went to the family room to open presents.

  Lindsey loved all of the clothes I’d bought for her. I’d also given her an assortment of gift cards that she could use at school. Jack gave her the next generation iPad tablet that had just come out.

  Lindsey bought me an assortment of CDs with Hits of the 1980s on them. She knew that I loved that genre of music.

  Jack opened his gifts from me. It was always the same thing every year: shirts, ties, cologne, and a new wallet. It was what he wanted and I didn’t dare disappoint him.

  Jack was now showing Lindsey how to download new applications on to her iPad. I was looking under the tree for my gift from Jack. There weren’t any more packages to unwrap. He finally looked up; a smug smile crossed his face.

  “I didn’t forget you, Sammie. Merry Christmas, darling.”

  He handed me a green envelope with a card inside of it that said, “To my Wonderful Wife at Christmas.” I opened the card. There was a stack of one-hundred dollar bills clipped together.

  “There should be five thousand dollars there,” Jack said.

  “Thanks, Jack,” I said, puzzled at his generosity.

  “I figure you can pick out whatever you want, honey.”

  “Let’s shop, Mom,” Lindsey said with a laugh.

  Lindsey helped me in the kitchen with getting the turkey into the oven. She was telling me about her classes at Cornell. Apparently, she’d met a guy and they’d been out a couple of times. She claimed it wasn’t all that serious, yet.

  “I can’t believe how great you look, Mom. I know you said you’d been working out, but you’re hot. You could hold your own on campus, I bet.”

  “Yeah, right. You’re silly, Lindsey,” I teased.

  “I’m serious, Mom. The guys would definitely call you a MILF.”

  “A what?”

  She leaned close, whispering in my ear the definition of “MILF.”

  Mother I’d Like to Fuck…?

  “Lindsey,” I gasped, halfway shocked, “I can’t believe that you said that to me.”

  I couldn’t help smiling at her, though. I guess we were more like friends these days. Becky had been right.

  “Is a MILF the same thing as a cougar then?” I asked, curious to know if I qualified.

  “Only if she takes him up on it,” she laughed.

  Oh Christ!

  We had our Christmas meal in the evening. Lindsey was then going out with Julie and a couple of the other girls that were home from college on Christmas break.

  As predicted, my period had started earlier in the day with a vengeance. I felt crampy and a bit of irritability was sinking in at being home with Jack, now that Lindsey had gone out for the evening.

  I pacified myself by taking a leisurely shower. I then dressed in some warm pajamas and curled up in bed with a book.

  I remembered that my track phone was stashed in my bedside drawer, along with my diaphragm. Since Jack was busy on the computer in his office, I decided to power my phone on to see if I had any messages.

  I immediately saw the symbol that showed that a voice mail was in my inbox. My stomach did
flip-flops as I waited to hear it. My skin tingled as soon as I heard Slate’s sexy voice on the message:

  “Hey babe, hope you’re having a nice Christmas. Was Santa good to you this year? I’ll see you in a few days. Be a good girl, okay?”

  I texted him a message back:

  ‘Got your msg. Hope your Xmas is going well. I look forward to seeing you soon. Of course I’m being a good girl! XOXO’

  I hit the ‘send’ button, instantly worried that Slate might not like the hugs and kisses symbols I’d put in the text. He wasn’t one for romantic or sentimental shit…that was obvious. Oh well, I couldn’t worry about that now. Perhaps it would be forgotten by the time he came back to town from wherever the hell he was spending Christmas.

  I was getting ready to power my phone back off when I heard a ‘beep’ indicating that I had a text message.

  Oh shit.

  I looked at his message and smiled.

  ‘I’m glad to hear that, babe. XOXO’

  I powered my phone off, vowing that I would never erase his text message or his voice mail from that phone. I could pull either of them up whenever I missed him, like now.

  I snuggled under the covers and fell asleep. Hearing from him had been my best Christmas gift of all.

  chapter 18

  Jack left for Charlotte on January 2nd. Lindsey went with him. She didn’t have to be back for classes until the second week in January. Jack had thought she might enjoy the warmer weather and they could spend some quality time together.

  A year ago, the fact that Jack would have asked Lindsey to travel with him on business and not me, would have injured my feelings. It didn’t faze me now.

  I’d miss my daughter for sure. The rat bastard? Not so much. Slate referred to him as that so often that it had worn off on me. I had to watch to make sure I didn’t use the ‘RB’ nickname in front of Lindsey.

  I went up to Jack’s office to pay bills and update our account balances to reconcile with the online figures. I’d posted everything to the Excel file, and balanced the personal checking account, but the figures still did not match.