Ugh. This man’s head lives in the gutter and I’ve only met him a mere moment ago. But damn if he doesn’t make my nipples tingle and beg for some attention.
“Sorry to disappoint you, stud. I brought crutches.” I add some sarcasm to my voice and add, “Surprise.”
I grip my breasts and give them a little squeeze to give back what he keeps throwing at me. “These are not on your to-do list. Getting you up and walking is.” I smirk.
“Give me those crutches and I’ll fucking chase those two puppies with a speed you’ve never seen,” he grumbles.
I laugh and shake my head as I stroll to the closet. “What clothes do you need? I’m planning to get you out of bed and into the living room. Once there we will have coffee and see how your leg and shoulder are doing before we add some other things on your to-do list.”
“Sweatpants,” he says and points at a drawer.
I take out a gray pair and throw them in his direction. “Put them on. And no, I won’t kneel to dick-level and help you. There’s nothing wrong with one side of your body and your ass can bend over to put on some pants. Make an effort, you’ll feel better about yourself.”
I head for the door and hear him mutter, “It’s my back that bends, not my ass.”
There’s a smile on my face as I head for the kitchen, but it falls when I think about the reason why I’m here. It has nothing to do with getting Alfie Garmsons back on his feet again, but it’s part of my undercover job nonetheless.
If I didn’t hate my job before I walked through this door, I do now. Barely an hour into my first undercover case and I doubt the reason why I’m here. These two seem like nice and honest people. They’re nothing like the MC the DEA thinks they’re connected with.
My job really sucks, and I’m seriously questioning my reasons for doing the whole career shift. Though, the hating part of my job is mostly due to the guy I’m supposed to report back to. I should have never agreed to do this. But here I am, so not living my dream. But I guess life is all about moving forward one step at a time. And that’s all it really is, another step to my next paycheck; I almost have all my debts paid.
I place my hands on the kitchen table and brace myself to pull in a large gasp of air and hold it. I should walk away now. Drop everything and go for yet another career shift. It sure sounds like a necessity. I’m such a job-hopper. Maybe I should get my nose back in the books and become a doctor, a rehabilitation specialist.
I need more coffee to think over my crappy life, not to mention, I’m here and have to see this through first. Grabbing the crutches, I head back to the bedroom where Alfie is lying in his bed instead of sitting on the edge of the mattress and getting ready to slowly return back to his old life.
“Get up,” I snap, making his head swing my way as I place the crutches against the bed.
Damn him. My life is crappier than his and he doesn’t get to sulk. From what I’ve heard he’s been sulking for weeks now. Enough is enough.
“I’ve read your file but I’ve also talked to Joaquin this morning and all of it tells me your ego got injured more than your body. Well, boo-freaking-hoo. Get up, grab those crutches, face the bite of pain your body gives and push through. I have coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.” Anger is rolling off him in waves and remembering his flirty behavior, I might as well add a little something from his weirdo state of mind. “And if you make it to the kitchen? I’ll flash you some boob.”
Totally unprofessional but I’m here to get a job done, and my line of work requires to be willing to do everything to see things through. Well, if I would believe Matt, my DEA partner, that is. Such a promotion hungry workaholic asshole.
Alfie’s eyes bulge. I don’t wait for a reply but turn on my heel and head for the coffee maker. I make myself another cup of coffee and have one ready for Alfie when I hear a frustrated grunt and the sound of crutches on the dark red tiles on the floor of this cabin. Such a cozy home. You wouldn’t guess two men lived here.
I’d bet money it was decorated by Joaquin. He might be a lean, handsome, manly man, but he wears black nail polish, and his clothes are neat. Like he just walked out of a fashion magazine. Oh, and the scarf he was wearing around his neck? Silk. I’m sure. Feminine and yet it looked hot on a guy like him.
And he was flirting. With me, a woman, that doesn’t scream gay. Hell, if I didn’t read up on these two, I wouldn’t be able to figure them out other than Alfie is clearly the alpha in their relationship. And to think these two like to have a woman in between their hot bodies. My brain mentally slips off my drenched panties and dives right into the gutter. Yeah, getting in between these two hot guys would make any woman’s inhibitions evaporate.
“Show. Me. The. Goods,” Alfie grunts while he’s leaning against the wall.
Sweat is beading his forehead and I know getting out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen cost a lot of his body. Joaquin mentioned how Alfie hasn’t done anything other than leave his bed to go to the bathroom and back.
Without thinking I tear my blouse out of my jeans and pull it up, giving Alfie an eyeful of my breasts wrapped in a purple lace bra. When I tug the fabric back into my jeans and meet his eyes, I notice his hand rubbing his dick.
“Really?” I roll my eyes and move the coffee closer to him, shoving a chair out for him to sit on.
He shoots me a smirk and focuses to move closer to the chair. The man clearly needs to adjust to walking with crutches and the ankle on his bullet-hole free leg might not be fully healed either. But he needs to get his ass moving while keeping an eye on the pain.
Lying in bed for weeks on end is a huge change for someone who was very active in his life. It allows your mind to work overtime and fall into a hole one likes to hide in and it’s hard to crawl out of. But Alfie is sitting in the kitchen, the first step to regain his active life back.
“There, isn’t this better?” I tell him and take the crutches to place them within his reach against the chair next to him.
“Seeing a nice set of tits is always better. It’s why Joaquin and I need a woman in between. Tits and pussy all day, every day.”
“An eyeful of my breasts is all you’re getting today, Mister,” I tell him in a stern voice and take a seat across from him, grabbing my coffee in both hands.
“Fuck, you’re strict. If you were mine, I’d spank that ass of yours a nice shade of red.” He tilts his head. “Anyone ever spank your lush ass? It’s made to wear a handprint by the looks of it.”
I narrow my eyes. “The sex talk. It’s your defense mechanism, right? Anyone ever smack you upside the head? Because my hand is itching if you want to keep that fucking mouth of yours running.”
He grumbles something underneath his breath and if I can trust my ears it sounded something in the lines of, “I need Joaquin here to tame your ass.”
We glare at each other while sipping our coffee. A thought comes to mind and I grab my phone from the table and snap a picture of Alfie, quickly sending it to Joaquin who gave me his number when he hired me on the spot this morning.
“What did you do?” Alfie growls.
I tilt my head. “Are you going to keep growling at me at every turn? I’m going to be living here for the next week or so, you could try to be nicer.”
“I don’t need a babysitter. Unless you do your job naked or topless, I could be persuaded to let you stay.” The man shoots me a smirk and if I keep rolling my eyes, I’ll be able to check out my own ass all day, every day.
“I’m not a babysitter, I’m a caregiver, there’s a difference. And no, don’t expect me to go naked or topless.”
“What did you do?” He points at my phone and ignores what I just told him.
I shrug. “Sent Joaquin a picture of you sitting at the kitchen table.”
My phone indicates I have a message and see Joaquin’s response. And I swear I hear his voice in my head when I read, “Ohhh Emmm Geee. You did it!”
“Tell him about your tits. Better yet, text him a pict
ure so he can forward it to me.”
“For fuck’s sake, Alfie,” I gasp but can’t help to throw my head back and laugh. Shaking my head and trying to get my laughter under control I mutter, “I think your head never leaves the gutter.”
“Reality is hard enough to deal with, one foot in the gutter keeps shit real enough.”
“Your foot isn’t in the gutter, your ass and head are: you’re drowning over there.” I stand and rinse my mug and place it on the counter.
Alfie places the phone he was holding on the table. Both mine and his give an indication we have a message. I reach for mine at the same time Alfie checks his and a husky chuckle lets a hot zing spread in my veins.
I shake my head. “No wonder Joaquin is with you. Was he just as bad or did you infect him with your dirty mind when you two met?”
“He was already perfect when I met him.” Alfie grins and there’s clear affection in his voice.
“You two are cute together,” I blurt. I clear my throat and add, “I need to pick up some of my stuff from my apartment later today and then I’ll be here for the upcoming week, maybe two. From what Joaquin told me it’s what he prefers since you won’t get out of bed and do the work you need to do with your leg to get your body back to full strength. Plus, he works some nights for the veterinarian clinic, right? Well, if you do the work, I’m sure I’ll be out of your hair in no time at all.”
“I’m allowed to sulk,” Alfie grumbles.
I grab his mug. “True. But you also need to get back on that horse. In a manner of speaking. But not. Well, you do train horses, right? Joaquin might have mentioned it when we had the job interview before he left for work.”
“I do. Have you ever put your ass on one?”
Holding up the mug I question, “More?” He nods and I make my hands busy with making him another coffee as I start to tell him, “My parents loved all animals. I think it’s also the reason why they retired at an early age and bought a small ranch. We had eight horses, two pigs, chickens, three dogs, and a cat. Sometimes I wonder what my parents thought of me because I rarely used to ride with a saddle. Hell, there were times I would just jump on and let the horse find its own way through the pasture.” A deep sigh flows from my body as I fondly think back on the time I had with my parents.
“Without a saddle.” Alfie’s voice brings me back to the here and now and I turn to place the coffee in front of him. “Your parents still own horses?”
“Like I said, they retired at an early age but they were very career driven when they were younger. That is also the reason why my mother was forty-six when she had me, my dad was over fifty. They enjoyed their retirement and had all the time for me growing up. They died three days apart from each other. I think my mother died of a broken heart.” I plunk down on the chair and slowly spin my phone around on the table with one finger. “My father had a bad heart. Both my parents were surgeons and decided to sell everything they owned, retire, and buy a tiny ranch with enough land to save animals and enjoy life for as long as they could. I was barely eighteen when I lost both. Rebuilding the ranch and giving everything up for the animals…by the time they died they had debts so everything we owned was lost and I had to do some weird damn jobs to pay off most of it.”
“Sorry to hear that.” His voice carries honesty and affection and it makes me connect our gaze.
“It is what it is. I do have fond memories, though. And hey, maybe you can speed up your recovery and offer me a ride on one of your horses. This ranch is huge from what I’ve seen when I drove up. And I only saw the pastures along the road to the cabin. You guys also own Longhorns, right?”
“They’re a pain in the ass,” Alfie grumbles. “But, yeah we do. And I’ll be more than happy to give you a ride on my–”
“Do not say cock,” I snap.
“You’re no fun when you’re stern. I rather have you flashing your tits at me again. Just give me a warning first. Joaquin is pissed I got to see them before he did.”
“Ugh, you two are two dirty peas in a pod.” I sigh and roll my eyes again.
But a smile tugs my lips when I hear his chuckle. The morning goes by in the blink of an eye and I do believe the whole back and forth banter is the reason Alfie is at least interacting and trying to listen when I ask him to do something. It’s a personal win, though I’m not really here to make sure he gets back on his feet so to say.
“Are you going to be okay for an hour or two?” I ask and check my watch. “I’ll be back later and Joaquin said he’d be here in about an hour.”
“I’ve been alone from time to time over the last few weeks. I won’t pee my bed or fall face first on the floor.”
“Okay, Snappy,” I mutter.
He was doing fine until I mentioned I had to leave and asked if he could manage for an hour or two. This man has some serious issues with asking others for help and getting back to fully functioning. As if it’s a crime to be injured or something.
His eyes are set on the television and it’s clear he’s dismissed me. I slowly back out of the room and grab my purse from the table. Time to head to the apartment where I’m supposed to update Matt, my partner, and get back here to fully start my job to find out if this MC is in any way linked with some of the illegal activities Deranged Hounds MC was wrapped in.
CHAPTER THREE
– JOAQUIN –
“When will she be back?” I question and try to scratch the black nail polish off my thumb.
Alfie bats my hand away. “Stop fidgeting and open the door. Weston will be here any second and you know as well as I do Greta will be back in about two hours. It’s her routine since she always leaves once every two days for exactly two fucking hours.”
“I don’t like it,” I huff and stalk to the door. “You should tie her to the bed and spank her ass like I told you to. I don’t know why you have to bring Weston into this, we’re perfectly fit to handle her ourselves.”
Mister grumpy rumbles a growl and it vibrates through his chest. “She’s been here ten fucking days, Joaquin. None of the other caretakers stayed. She’s like the perfect little pussy taunting her sweetness in both of our faces. Your cock is hard, mine is hard, and she doesn’t shy away. Not even when she caught us. You on your back, tied to the bed while your head was falling off the mattress as I fucked your upside-down mouth while jerking you off. She merely asked if I could support myself on my fucking leg with all the hip action. She ain’t normal.”
I grind my teeth and hiss underneath my breath, “She shouldn’t be normal if we want her.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Joaquin. Open your damn eyes. She isn’t here to help me, something’s up. And we need to get to the bottom of it seeing you’re already wearing your rose colored glasses of love.”
My hands clench into fists. Asshole. How can he not see the woman is sexy as hell, doesn’t run away screaming when caught in a compromising position, and is intrigued by what Alfie and I have together? Though, I’m actually questioning what we have because he’s such an undeniable, stubborn, hardheaded, grumpy, undisputable, horrific asshole.
Alfie sighs and steps closer to me. I want to turn on my heel and stomp out of the room, but I also see the wince on his face, due to the effort it takes by walking with just a cane. He cups the side of my face and lets his thumb stroke my jaw.
“Don’t give me that look. You know I like those rose colored glasses on you. Always the ones with the big heart and massive trust. And I would like to have this little firecracker in between us, but not when I have my suspicions about her ulterior motives for being here. She’s hiding things and that’s unacceptable.”
My shoulders sag. He’s right. I always jump first and see where I land later.
“She’s lying.” I don’t have to phrase it as a question, the look on his face is all telling.
Alfie’s eyes shift and his hand drops, taking his warmth with him. Dammit. It’s been a while since he’s shown affection. Ever since he was shot, he’s been withdrawn and ev
en the sexy times we shared were lacking intimacy and basically me sucking cock, and him getting the both of us off quick and easy.
It’s basically the reason why I called his doctor and asked for advice because he wouldn’t get out of bed and sent the nurse away on the first day, the one who had to change the bandages and check his injuries.
I know he’s struggling with the whole situation of not liking the restrictions suddenly laid upon him. And it’s also the reason why I received the suggestion to try and find a caregiver. One who would stick around.
The first few, like the nurse, were easily scared away by Alfie. And then Greta showed up. I didn’t even know the agency sent over a new one. To be honest, after the first few ran away screaming, I didn’t think they would send over anyone else.
Weston walks inside and a lump is growing in my throat. I’m such a damn idiot. Alfie is right, I always get blinded by wearing rose colored glasses; seeing everything with a dash of roses and sunshine and expect the good in people. And it’s weird because I come from parents who did nothing but kick me down all my life.
“Aw, fuck. Prez, can you please wait in the kitchen for us?” Alfie grumbles.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose while I wave my hand in my face in an effort to cool myself down. I feel Alfie’s strong, big hand with callused fingers wrap around my nape as he gives a harsh squeeze.
“Open your pretty eyes, boy. Give me the stormy gray.”
I rapidly blink a few times to make the stinging go away. I hate crying and being emotional. I can’t help it and most times it happens when I’m angry. All while people think I’m sad or pathetic.
“You and I will find out her intentions. Good or bad, we could always tie her to our bed and spank her lush ass, right?” The corner of his mouth twitches and now I’m getting a freaking lump in my throat because for the first time I’m seeing and hearing the affection in his voice and face which has been missing for weeks.
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