Covered by Bubbles

by Gracie Meadows

  Dylan looked at Brandie’s flushed skin as she glowed pink and he wasn’t done with her. She had set something off in him, and he and Chance weren’t going to let her go now. She was there and it was time she knew and accepted it. Flipping her over, he positioned himself at her opening and gently pushed all the way inside until he was balls deep. Chance took that moment to move in front of her and she automatically grabbed his cock, sucking him down. Dylan kept his momentum slow and steady, enjoying the feel of her around his dick. She was hot and tight, and it was pure heaven. He could stay inside her forever. He watched as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking Chance down with earnest and his friend grunted and groaned with each pass. He knew what her mouth felt like—a hot furnace that could drive a man insane.

  He picked up the rhythm a little as he collected the juices that flowed and took his thumb, playing with her back passage. He felt her tense. “Shh, I’m just playing. You’re not ready yet, but one day I will fuck this ass. It will be mine.” She seemed to be reluctant and he continued to play and push inside her. Whatever he did seemed to set her off because she hummed and it set Chance off as he called out her name, shooting his load down her throat. He waited until she released his friend before he picked up the rhythm and pounded into her. She moaned and pushed back against him. Pushing his thumb into her ass, he pounded but it didn’t seem enough.

  “Chance, I can’t last much longer, help push her over.” Chance seemed to know what she needed, he reached between her legs and started to rub her clit. Dylan removed his thumb and grabbed both her hips to hold her steady. Within seconds she screamed as her arms gave out and he empty himself deep inside her. He lay half on top of her totally spent.

  Quickly rolling to the side, he pulled her with him. Chance had left the room only to come back with a warm cloths. First he wiped her chin and then her pussy after he pulled out of her. Chance threw the rag at him, and he wiped himself clean as well before tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room.

  “I say we take a nap and then deal with the world. Mmm, okay?” Brandie said half dazed as she rolled over and rested her head on his chest. Chance joined them in the bed and pulled the blankets over the three of them, soon they all fell into a peaceful sleep.

  Chance was the first to wake and decided to start a fresh pot of coffee, after all he was almost positive Bubbles and Dylan were going to want some once they woke. Heading over to his computer, he pulled up his email program and went over the information of the case. So far they had been looking for missing cars, and finding bits and pieces that pointed to an obvious scam, it seemed like they were missing something else. The bigger question was who was the new big fish that was playing the town? He knew Dylan was going to be upset and try to get Trent out of the picture before getting the others behind bars. However, he had a score to settle with the fucker who drugged his girl's drink.

  Lost in thought he didn’t hear Bubbles come up behind him until her arms wrapped around his neck. “Whatcha doing?”

  “Trying to find the connection to everything.”

  “Drugs,” she stated. Turning, he looked at her.

  “Are you sure?” She came over and sat on his lap.

  “Yeah, while I was at the table they started to talk a little about leading the cops in the wrong direction, while they moved drugs around. So we are looking at the wrong people and direction. The auction, all that is, is a farce, and we need to look at large shipments of cars or parts.”

  “Well, it seems you aren't only beautiful, but useful as well,” he joked with her.

  “Hey, I resent that. I’m not a typical blonde, Thing One, so you better think long and hard before you get snarky,” she joked back.

  “Oh, baby, you are a far cry from a blonde, you are my personal G.I Jane. All badass and hot.”

  “What, no I’m not, G.I. Jane shaved her head, and I’m sorry but I can’t be her.”

  “Fine, you are the damn Joan of Arc of Rockledge,” he countered her.

  “Nah, she is Joan of Arc meets Wonder Woman.” He turned to look at Dylan pouring a cup of coffee.

  “Hmm, now that’s hot. What do you say about wearing a Wonder Woman’s costume?”

  The three of them laughed as they relaxed and tried to figure out the next step to find the drugs and bring these guys down. Bubbles had heard from the girls and it seemed that they didn’t get much more from the surveillance equipment. No names to go with the faces. But they did have the guys who were getting the cars. The men at the precinct were going to bring them in and question them. Bubbles had suggested using them as bait. Plant an idea with them and see if they find a way to get in touch with the big wigs. The chief seemed to be open to any and all suggestions at this point.

  Trent was going to be their connection. They needed to find an in with them and Trent was going to be the key whether he wanted to or not. The bigger question was going to be how Dylan would handle everything when it went down. As it sat, Trent was a prime suspect who provided security for the drug fuckers. They still couldn’t think about how they could have been led in a wrong direction. Both he and Dylan prided themselves on being able to think outside the box, and here they were not even seeing the connection with drugs. It just really pissed him off. Bubbles stood and went to shower while he talked to Dylan. As much as he wanted to join her and help scrub her back, he had to discuss this situation with him.

  “So, man, what are we going to do?”

  “Do what? Brandie, or the case?” Dylan asked him.

  “Bubbles is a big girl, and we both know she isn’t opposed to sharing, but that isn’t what I meant. I meant with the case, can you deal with the issues if Trent is involved? Can you make the arrest and prosecute him if it comes down to it?”

  Chance watched as Dylan ran his hand through his hair letting out a sigh before he grabbed another cup of coffee and sat down on the couch looking at him.

  “I’m not going to lie and say I would do it in a heartbeat, but the reality is I think there is more to the situation with Trent. I know him, yes he was in rehab, but it doesn’t mean he would fall back into that. He got with the wrong crowd and last I heard he was clean. But shit, man, this is bad, so fucking bad. I don’t know. I do know I will do my job if it comes down to it, but it’s going to be fucking hard as hell. Probably harder than it was when I took him so damn strung out to the rehab place and just dropped him off. But it needs to be done. If he broke the law there really is not much I can do, I took an oath to obey, protect, and serve, and I will, to the fullest extent of my ability.”

  Chance listened to everything Dylan said and would help him get through it all and between the three of them they would figure something out. Right now he needed to take care of Bubbles, and then set everything up. It was going to be a long day.

  Dylan watched as Chance worked away on the computer putting the information they received that did confirm the drugs from Brandie’s surveillance equipment. This was not something he was unfamiliar with, dealing with drugs, but Trent again, that was going to be challenging.

  He and Trent did the best they could, and he did everything he could, but at some point he had to go to school or they would come looking for him, pissing his dad off more. So it was easy to head off and escape the world of hunger and filth when at school. Being that he was older they went to different schools, but that didn’t stop Trent from hanging out with the wrong type of people. He couldn't count the number of times Trent was too drunk or stoned and he took care of him, but the night he dropped Trent off he had just finished the academy and Trent was done with school. He knew that if he got picked up he would be labeled a junky and then his ass would end up in jail. He took him to the rehab facility, they had the knowledge and ability to work with people who needed to get clean. He dropped him off and prayed it would work. The people said that it was better they had him because they had the equipment and training to get him clean, hopefully for good, but that decision would be left for Trent. The ratings were good for this p
articular facility, but he still wondered if it was the right choice. Shit, what if that was where he met up with the fuckers who have him now. Maybe they wanted more from Trent, did that mean Trent was part of a mob of sorts. Fuck, he needed something stronger than coffee this early, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  “You're thinking too hard. What's wrong?” He looked up into the soft eyes of Brandie as she looked down at him. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear her enter. She was dressed in one of his t-shirts and looked fucking hot as hell.

  “Nothing, just thinking that’s all.”

  “You know Chance left right. He went to try to get a trace and put out an APB on Trent. Maybe if they could find him, we would get some type of idea what we are looking for and where.” She sat down next to him, taking his hand into hers.

  “I don’t know what to do. He’s my kid brother, Brandie. I know I need to arrest his ass, and would in a heartbeat with anyone, but this seems off.”

  “Hey, it seems off because he’s your brother. Family shit isn’t something that is easy. Its messy and a pain in the ass. In the end we have to follow our heart, ease what is eating at us.”

  “Could you do it? I mean could you arrest and charge someone you love and have known all your life?” He was being serious, because well, he hadn’t met anyone he could be open with until Brandie and she was now his. He wasn’t letting her go.

  “I don’t know. Each person is different. If it was someone dancing nekkid in a pool of happy juice in Time Square. Sure, Rainbow would get a kick out of it and add it to her list of offenses. However, something like this is different. It’s a big deal. This isn’t some small charge, this is federal issue now, and they will be brought in. Along with the DEA I am sure of it. I just don’t know. But hear me now, Thing Two, I will be here for you. No matter what. Got it!” He smiled when she was feisty like this. He nodded, the subject closed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bubbles needed some clean clothes and her computer, so Chance went with her so Dylan could think. She originally didn’t want to leave him alone, but he said he just needed to try to piece together the puzzle and then he was going to head into work to set up the meeting with the DEA and see how they played into this situation.

  As they entered her place, she leaned down to retrieve the mail that lay on her floor after being delivered through the slot in her door. Carrying it, she headed for her room for clean clothes. Before laying the mail on her dresser, she flipped through it, a folded piece of paper caught her attention, setting the rest of the mail down, and unfolded the paper.

  I have information you need to know. Don’t tell the cops, they will blow everything. Come by the Rockledge Community Church at three and I'll give you what you need.

  She didn’t know what to think. She could tell Dylan and Chance, but the chances were she was being watched and that didn’t sit well with her. However, she never got a chance to say anything as Chance walked up behind her taking the note. Shit.

  “So were you going to go by yourself and hide this, or were you going to tell us and ask what you should do. Be honest here, Bubbles, because one call and I could have Dylan here and we both will tan your ass bright red for lying to us.” Knowing he wasn’t joking, she let out a sigh and told the truth.

  “Fine, you jackass, I wasn’t going to tell you. I was going to call one of the girls and have them keep an eye out for me. There, happy. Now tell me, your royal pain in the assness, what do you suggest?” She stood her ground and was happy to see that Chance didn’t seem put off by her natural bratty behavior.

  “Well, since you were a good girl.” She went to speak and tell him to take his good girl comment and stick it up his ass, but he continued cutting her off, “I’m going with you. Technically, you didn’t go to the cops, you went to your boyfriend. So suck it up buttercup, I’m coming with you.” He wrapped his arm around her and she sighed because no matter how much she tried she wasn’t going to win this damn argument with Mr. I know how to get everything I want and you will just smile because I am that damn cute know-it-all.

  “Fine, it said three in the note, I say we get there sooner and see if we can spot someone from the bar.” He agreed, but soon she found herself in her car while the bastard drove there. They arrived at the church right at two-thirty and jumped out of the car. They walked in and she was amazed at how beautiful it was inside. The church had detailed stained glass windows and deep oak pews that housed red velvet material. At the head of the church stood the cross and a long table. She felt out of place, not having been to church since she was a child. Not sure what to look for, she glanced around and spotted a man in a suit and as she got closer, she knew it was Trent. He was down on his knees with his hands folded together as if praying. She whispered to Chance to wait back a row so she could sit next to him and not look so out of place. He reluctantly agreed but only after she showed him her gun. She learned real quick that it needed to stay with her until this shit was taken care of.

  Sitting down, she got a good look at the man named Trent. He looked a lot like Dylan, but cleaner shaven and his hair was longer. He didn’t once look at her as he spoke. “I said no cops, what’s with the guard dog behind me?”

  “Did you think I would come to something, without someone watching? Thought you would be smarter than that.”

  “I am, I also know you have a Glock tucked in the back of your jeans, and a small knife on your ankle. See, I know more than you think, Brandie. Question is, do you know what the hell you’re doing?”

  “Excuse me. Who the hell granted you the God wand, allowing you to be a prick?”

  He chuckled, “Well, I know Dylan has his hands full with you. Yes, I know you are with him as well. You have two men, and that’s fine. Take care of him, but you need to back off before you blow this deal.”

  She lowered her voice some, “What the hell, that’s what we are trying to do. This shit has gotten out of hand and seriously, if you need help we can help you. Just point us in the right direction and we can stop this.”

  “Really, you have no idea. Wow, they sure as hell covered their shit. Brandie, I am not working with them, well, not the way you guys think. I am DEA, and undercover. I have been for three years now. You're going to blow a bigger operation. The guy I am working with now is only chump change compared to what is out there. I was close to finding out who when your friends set the fire. And yes, it was me who drugged your drink. I needed to get you out without anything happen, but you, I have to admit, were one step ahead of me. So back off. I don’t want you hurt. It would kill Dylan.”

  She wanted to say something else, but it seemed something set Chance off as he leaned over and tapped her.

  “We need to go, we have company.” Acting like she needed to sneeze, she looked back and saw two of the suits walking into the church. Shit, shit, shit! She went to stand, but Trent grabbed her arm and pointed to the small room looking thing off to the side of the church.

  “One at a time, go. They came for me, but they are early.” She nodded and rose, doing a cross thing before she headed to the small doors. There were three and she grabbed the one in the middle, opening it and jumped in. It was a confessional and she would think of something if a church member came in and started talking. She jumped when it opened, but it was only Chance. He climbed in with her and sat down on the small seat provided. She automatically sat down on him.

  “We will stay here for a bit and wait until they leave. So what did you find out baby?” he said, rubbing her leg, causing a warm friction.

  “Umm…Trent is not what we all think. Actually he is DEA. Did you know?”

  “No, fuck. Well that explains so much now. We were going to contact them, but they got ahold of Dylan first, so now we know why. Just what does it all mean?”

  “He told me we need to back off. These guys are small fish compared to what he is trying to do. So now what? We can’t just back off. We have too much vested and the chief wants answer. Fuck this shit, Chance. What i
s Dylan going to think?”

  “I will leave Dylan to you. You seem to be able to reach him better than the rest of us. Tell him about Trent and we will have to see what he thinks. I do know he is protective of him. I would be the same too, but shit, DEA. I didn't see that one coming. We are going to have to talk to the chief once we talk with Dylan. Maybe we could find something that works to pacify the car thefts, but not expose Trent’s cover.” She was going to respond but suddenly one of the other doors opened and a small amount of light flashed through a small hole covered by a dark screen.

  “Please, Father, forgive me for I have sinned.” She gaped at Chance and he shook his head at her trying to get her not to talk.

  “What sins have you committed my child?” Chance said in a clear and unrestrained voice. Bubbles look at him and glared. He mouthed the words “what” to her. He suddenly had an idea, and wanted to see how quiet she could be.

  “Well, Father, I have had improper thoughts. Thoughts that a married woman my age shouldn’t be having.” He listened to this woman go on about what thoughts she was having as he watched Brandie's face. It was priceless. He had her in complete shock.

  “You see, Father, I started to read these books. I found them on my daughter's Kindle and was shocked when I saw the content. But then I found myself reading more and more.”

  “Go on, my child, what was it you read. Be as detailed as possible.” He coughed when Bubbles smacked him across the chest.

  "Stop this now, Chance," she whispered.

  “Quiet, baby, or she will hear you,” he whispered in her ear. And when he pulled back and looked at her, he almost burst out laughing himself. She glared at him to the point he swore he felt the daggers coming out of her eyes. “Then, Father, the other man came into the picture. I never thought about two men, doing you know…that," the woman continued and Brandie pinched Chance's arm, hard. He looked at her as she made a slash motion across her throat, telling him to cut it out. He smiled back at her.