by Nikki Mays
She opens one eye and looks at me. “Don’t give me that cocky ass look. It’s been a long day, that’s all.”
“Whatever you say baby...whatever you say.”
“I’m in a good mood, don’t ruin it.” She mumbles while burrowing under the covers.
I smirk at the woman trying her hardest to act like a meerkat. “How is my agreeing with you going to ruin your good mood?” I swear women are just nuts.
“Because I don’t even have to look at you to know that you still have that cocky grin on your face.”
“Why wouldn’t I? We both know that was damn good.” I can’t even help myself. I’m in a great mood and riling her up is a lot of fun.
“You better knock it off, or there will be no more sexy times for you.” She mutters half asleep into her pillow.
I just smile and listen to her breathing even out. Once she’s asleep, I get out of bed and make sure that everything is locked up tight for the night. Old habits die hard and what not.
Once that’s all finished, I walk back into her bedroom and just stand in the doorway for a few moments enjoying the view. There’s nothing remotely sexual about it right now. I’m just enjoying watching my woman sleep peacefully.
I walk in and slide into bed beside the woman who I fear has captured way more than just my undivided attention. I get under the covers and start to get comfortable. She must sense me and rolls over and places her head on my chest, while throwing her arm across my stomach.
The last thought that I have before sleep claims me, is that I could definitely get used to this.
The first thing that I notice when I start to wake up, is the heavily muscled tattooed arm sprawled across my stomach. Next, is the delicious scent of having him pretty much surrounding me. And last is the fact that I am sore in places that I have not been sore in for a long ass time. Thoughts of our night played back in my mind.
He earned the cocky smirk that he was wearing and I had to give myself props for being a young hot hip mom. Wait do people still say hip?
“What are you thinking about so hard that it has you frowning?” A sexy, sleepy and gravelly voice asks from right next to my ear.
I roll my head and look into JJ’s sexy, sleepy eyes. Seriously, is there a time that he doesn’t look like sex on a damn stick? Not now lady bits...we really need some time to recover from last night.
“Do people still say hip?” I ask.
He blinks at me a few times, obviously confused by my random ass question, or he’s still half asleep. “Like broke a hip?”
I completely roll over so that the front of our bodies are aligned. “No, like I’m still a hip, young mom right? Like young people still say hip, right?”
“Baby, I’m a few years older than you. I’m probably not the right person to be asking. Why don’t you ask one of the girls?”
I raise an eyebrow at the fool. “Ask one of our hormonal, teenage daughters what words are cool to use now? So, besides them making fun of me for having to ask, you don’t think that they would feed me a bunch of shit just to get a laugh?”
He gives me a big grimace. “Yeah, that’s probably not the best idea. Especially since we threw them at Danny and ran last night. I’m sure that we can look all that shit up online. I’ve been meaning to anyway.”
Now it’s my turn to blink at him in confusion. “You’ve been meaning to look up what words to use to still sound young?”
“What?” He rolls his eyes at me when he catches on to what I was saying. “No, I couldn’t care less if I sound old or not. Face it, I’m over forty. Me using terms that teenagers do would probably make me sound like a moron.”
Hmm, he has point, shit I don’t want to sound old though. “Then why do you want to look that stuff up?”
He lifts up on one elbow and the blanket falls to his waist. I get distracted by his well sculpted chest and abs for a few moments. If his smirk is anything to go by, I’m guessing that I was totally busted ogling him.
“I want to keep up on what teenagers say and use in text messages. It’s easier to know what the hell the girls are taking about that way. Plus, it would allow me to see if they’re up to anything bad.”
“You mean worse than what they did last night?”
He gives me a snort. “That wasn’t them being bad. That was them bored and deciding that they had little minions to do their dirty work for them. I mean like them going to parties and drinking.”
I give him a smirk and pat his cheek. “What you really mean, is so that you can find out if they’re dating and having sex.”
He actually gags at my words. “Way too early for those horrible thoughts. If I have anything to do with it, all three will stay virgins until the day they die.”
“That’s totally realistic.” I snark.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You never know. They could decide to become nuns.”
I wonder if it’s a male gene that just makes them this dumb? Like, are they all born with it, or does it just come out when they become fathers? I wish that I hadn’t sucked so much at biology in school. I’m lying, that shit was horrible and I’m glad that I have nothing to do with it.
“They literally had small children throw red paint, that was supposed to represent blood, onto women that they felt were staring at you guys for too long. Can you honestly tell me that you really see any of them becoming a nun?”
I sure didn’t.
My poor man physically deflates. “No.” He mumbles. “They’ll probably be taken into custody for planning a murder.”
I give him an incredulous look. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course that won’t happen!” He gives me a relieved smile. “They are all way too intelligent and organized to ever get caught.”
“You really know how to calm a poor man’s nerves.” He drawls.
I roll over and start getting out of bed. Realizing that I’m still as naked as the day I was born I walk over to my dresser and pull out some boy shorts, yoga pants and a T-shirt minus the bra. No self-respecting woman would ever wear a bra if she didn’t have to. Plus, JJ’s already been up close and personal with the girls.
“Don’t start with the poor me crap.” I say while getting dressed. “You need to be realistic. They’re going to date and have sex someday. Just like if they ever plan a murder, that shit will be so well thought out, that no one would ever suspect them. Not to mention that they would probably find a way to have air tight alibis.”
When I get nothing but silence in return, I turn to find JJ just laying there staring at me. “Are you listening to me?”
He shakes his head while giving me his panty melting smile. No, no lady bits, we still need to recover. “No, I tuned you out when you started talking about them dating. But I was thoroughly enjoying the show that you were putting on.”
“I was getting dressed.” I deadpan.
He shrugs his massive shoulders. “I’m a man. We’re visual. And I was really enjoying the view.”
I bend down and grab his boxers off the floor and toss them at his face. Much to my chagrin he catches them with laughable ease “Come on Casanova, I’m starving and I’m guessing that we only have another hour or two before Danny loses it and brings the three terrors here.”
JJ gives me a sardonic look while sitting up and putting on his boxers. “That’s if he’s still alive. You just stated yourself that they’re more than capable of planning a murder.”
I nod and lean against the door jam, enjoying the view of watching him getting dressed. “Yes, but I said that it would be planned perfectly and that they would have air tight alibis. Too many people knew that he pissed them off.”
“So, at least he’s alive.”
“He’s alive, but that doesn’t mean he’s totally whole.”
JJ gives me an odd look that I can’t really place. “What do you mean by that?” I hear him question as I start walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Well mainly my coffee maker, but I’m sure food is somewhat important too.
I
chuckle darkly. “He’s either got a shit load of sharpie all over him or he’s bald.”
JJ scoffs at me as he enters the kitchen. “How in the hell would they make him bald without him knowing it?”
I stop putting the coffee grounds in for a moment and raise my eyebrow at him. “Ever hear of Nair? That stuff doesn’t even smell bad anymore. That poor idiot wouldn’t even know until it was too late.”
It’s wrong for me to hope that but I can’t help it.
“I feel like we should call him to make sure that he’s okay.” JJ says in a worried tone.
I just shrug. “I’m sure he’s fine. He would’ve called if he was totally losing his mind. He’s probably having a ton of fun ordering them around.”
I look over at JJ after setting up the coffee maker to see him texting. “You’re texting him aren’t you?”
JJ looks up from his phone for a second and then goes back to texting. “Of course, I am. There’s three of them and one of him. Do you know how bad I’ll feel if he ends up bald? That shit just ain’t right.”
I don’t know whether to be happy that they get along so well or scared. I should probably be happy about it truthfully.
“He has really good hair.” I hear JJ mutter to himself.
I blink a few times because I know that I didn’t just hear that. “I’m sorry, would you like to repeat that? I don’t think I heard you correctly.” Because there is no way in hell that I heard him correctly.
JJ looks at me with a frown. “He has a good head of hair. It would be fucked up of the girls to mess with that. He doesn’t have the right shaped head for the bald look. Plus, he’s mentioned how he likes keeping it a certain length.”
“You guys talk about your hair?” I ask slowly because I just really can’t comprehend this entire conversation that I’m having right now.
He looks up at me from his seat at the table like I’m crazy. Right because I’m the one with the weird conversation. “Yeah, Rocco asked him if he ever considered tatting his head since he’s pretty much covered. He said no because he wouldn’t want to have to shave his head. And I told him that I agreed because he just doesn’t have the right shape for it.”
He looks at me again and frowns hard. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I ask because I’m not even completely sure what look my face has on it right now.
“You’re looking at me like I’m some weird experiment or gum on your shoe.” He’s still frowning at me...hard.
I turn to my coffeepot and pour myself a gigantic cup of coffee. I am way too under-caffeinated to be having weird ass conversations like this. I turn back to the man still frowning at me and take a nice healthy sip of liquid gold.
“I just never realized that men actually have conversations like that. Just kind of threw me for a loop is all.”
“What do you think that we talk about while we’re training and shit?”
“Not that.” I tell him honestly because well, yeah, that would not have been a guess...ever. “Don’t get me wrong. I know that ya’ll are a bunch of gossips.”
He scoffs at me. “We are not gossips.”
“Oh really? Then how is it that if something happens to one of you... you all know about it within an hour?”
“We have great communication skills. As a team, our lives depend on it.” He tries his hardest to defend.
“Your lives depend on knowing when Rocco or Declan strike out with a woman?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” Okay now I’m curious. “Please explain that to me.”
He gets up and makes himself a cup of coffee, obviously stalling to come up with some bullshit to feed me. “We all need to know what type of mindset each guy will be in.”
I smirk at him. “Why don’t you just admit that you’re all nothing but a bunch of gossips. You cannot expect me to buy that crock of shit. Don’t forget that I’ve met Damon.”
“Oddly enough, he’s the most consistent.”
“Yeah, because according to his own wife, he’s one step above a serial killer.” I deadpan causing JJ to wince.
“He’s not that bad.”
“He tried to kill some guy that Michelle went out with! Don’t think that I haven’t heard that story. He literally tried to kill her ex.”
He raises his index finger. “Technically he was just trying to scare him and that asswipe ran into traffic. He was supposed to run in the opposite direction on the sidewalk. If you ask any of the guys who were there, that car came out of nowhere. Almost like an act of God itself for that guy being such a douchebag.”
I hold up my hand. “Okay, fine, I’ll give you that one because I’ve heard how badly that dude treated Michelle. But what about all the other men that him and Declan would stalk and scare away from her? You cannot tell me that is in any way normal.”
“Brotherly bonding.” JJ shrugs carelessly while walking over to my fridge.
He opens it up and looks through the contents. He sticks his head out and looks at me. “Want to help me make some eggs and bacon?” He asks like he didn’t just say that it’s totally normal for his officers to stalk people.
I nod more because I’m at a loss for words, than for the fact that I want to help cook. “You’re the team leader, right? Like you’re in charge of them?”
“Yeah.” He answers while looking at me warily.
“And you see nothing wrong with any of it?”
He scratches the side of his head while giving me a sort of wince. “I mean, no one died. And Damon and Shell did end up together, so it’s not like the guys are still out scaring people for fun.” He quickly turns away and starts preparing breakfast.
I blow out a breath. Wow...just wow. I’m beginning to see why him and Danny get along so well. They’re both freaking nuts. How do I end up with crazy men? Granted they’re very hot men...but still freaking nuts.
He looks up from cracking some eggs in a bowl. “What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. I’m just going to go in the living room for a bit and drink my coffee. This conversation has been a lot for me without being properly caffeinated.”
“Ah, okay. I’ll give you a shout when breakfast is ready.” He says with a smile.
I give him a smile in return and stand on my tippy toes and give him a quick kiss on his lips. “Thanks.”
I turn and walk into the living room. I’m still contemplating how I end up with crazy men when I look out the window that shows me my driveway. It takes me a few minutes to comprehend what I’m seeing, but once I do, I let out a scream that could wake the dead.
JJ comes running into the room looking like he’s ready to kill someone. He runs up to me and starts looking me over. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He rubs his hands up and down my arms.
“My baby.” I let out a croak. “My beautiful baby. Someone hurt her.” I look up at him with tears in my eyes.
“Who hurt the girls? Tell me what happened.” he shakes me a bit.
I shake my head. “Not them...my baby!” I yell while pointing to my poor scraped up car.
He turns his head in the direction that I’m pointing and stops and stares for a minute. “What the fuck?” He mutters under his breath but loud enough for me to hear it.
Even from where I’m standing I can see the word WHORE scratched into my hood. It looks like all of my tires have been slashed. That’s all that I can see from in here. I don’t want to get any closer to my poor car. Logically I know that I have to, but if it looks this bad from a distance, I’m scared to see it up close.
“Still nothing yet huh?” I look up from my desk at the sound of Rocco’s question.
I shake my head grimly. “No, it’s been a few months now. If we would’ve found out who did that to her car, we would’ve found them by now.”
Which is unfortunately true. But damn I wish I could’ve found who had vandalized Sage’s car.
Once Danny brought the girls home we fed them some bullshit
excuse that someone sideswiped it and it was in the shop. Unfortunately, living in a small ass town worked against us and the girls found out what really happened. Needless to say, they were less than thrilled that we lied to them.
When Sage and I both came to the conclusion that it was Jackie we were disappointed to learn that she and Harold were an hour away at a wedding. Which brought us back to square one. No suspects.
“It really does seem like some jealous ex fucked up the wrong car.” I tell him.
He’s leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed. “Probably. Some chick was looking for a dark blue car and never took the model into consideration.”
I nod my head in agreement. “That’s been my thoughts too. Although, I wouldn’t have been too upset if it was Jackie.” I smirk. What? I was stuck with her ass for years. Men can be petty asses too...don’t let anyone tell you differently.
Rocco chuckles. “I think all of us would’ve loved bringing her ass in. How’s Sage been about it?”
I give him a shrug. “Pretty good. She was upset like the rest of us that it wasn’t Jackie, but once she got it fixed, she was fine. She doesn’t know who else it would be, so she thinks that it was just a fuck up on someone’s part. She even laughed that the dude cheating better watch his ass with how much damage that chick did.”
He looks at me with wide eyes. “That car really was jacked the fuck up. I’d be surprised if that dude still has his nuts attached. That chick is obviously on a whole different level of crazy.”
I just nod in agreement. He’s right though, that’s some serious crazy with a huge helping of anger. That’s a bad combination. I feel sorry for the dude having to deal with that shit. Hell, Kayla tried to drown Craig and even she wasn’t at that level of crazy.
“What’s up man? You just decide to hold up my door frame for no reason?”
Rocco rolls his eyes and walks in and takes a seat in front of my desk. “No, I have a question to ask you.” He scratches the back of his head in a nervous gesture. “Well, more like a favor.”
He looks strangely nervous, which is unusual for him.
