Chapter 3- Field trip
My lady was downstairs in the kitchen before me this morning. I stared at her in the doorway watching her make her breakfast. She was wearing just a tank top and the sexiest pair of boy shorts. Watching her stretch up to get the peanut butter from the cabinet was beyond drool worthy, and was only topped by her bending into the fridge to get the orange juice.
“Now you’re just playing with me.” I groaned walking all the way in. She already had a glass of juice on the table.
She flashed me a smirk that let me know that she was completely guilty. “I heard you when you came downstairs.” She confided spreading the peanut butter on her waffles.
I should have known, there wasn’t much she missed. “Any good news today?”
“Yeah, it is the first day there is no mention of us in paper in any way.” She reported, her green eyes ecstatic. She hated everything that involved Neil Industries, President included.
“Really?” I asked surprised, taking the eggs out of the fridge. “What took the attention?”
She shrugged, “Corrupt senator.”
“Ah,” I nodded recalling glimpses of the news last night, when the story first broke.
“I’m thinking of cleaning out the tree house.” She mused looking in the back yard.
When Kristen had first gotten pregnant, Chance would lie in bed, talking about all of the things she wanted when she was younger but couldn’t have. A tree house was one of them. She said that if she ever had children that she would want them to have one.
I immediately got to work on planning it, determined to give her whatever she wanted. I brought it up to her as something that Juan could play in since he was at our house almost as much as Doc and Ross’s place. Though skeptical of my reasoning she agreed because Juan was already for it.
So as the girls lounged in hammocks all summer, the guys and I got to work on a tree house that would rival anything from a Home and Gardens magazine. It was technically two tree houses with a rope bridge connecting them. They had locking doors and windows, with a balcony and stairs instead of a ladder. The thing was fucking awesome.
“Do you think Juan is spoiled?” She asked shaking her head, coming out of her own thoughts. “Maybe the tree house here was a bit much.”
“I know Juan is spoiled.” I joked leaning against the counter. “But it wasn’t just for him.”
Alyssa thought about it and then nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure Makenna will be trekking through it when she’s old enough.”
She missed my point entirely. “That too… but, so will our own kids someday.”
Alyssa completely changed the subject. “I am going to need one of the guys for a security job in Baltimore. Some fashion designer is opening a new line downtown. She needs to get from the airport, to the show, to a meet and greet, and then back to the airport. It's just a day job, but an all day job."
"Dario can probably take it," I grunted hating when she did that.
She nodded once grabbing her phone to send a text. "Okay, I’ll get Kristen to give the details to Dario before confirming it.”
“Do you really not want a family with me?” I asked bringing the conversation back to the original topic.
She pushed her bangs from her face, but didn’t look up from her food. “I told you, I wouldn’t make a good mother.”
I groaned ignoring my eggs on the stove, not feeling so hungry anymore. “Honeyface, don’t do that. You can’t say that you wouldn’t make a good mother, or a good wife. I see you with Juan and Makenna every day.”
“Yeah, and every time one of them is in my possession I obsess over every little thing to make sure nothing happens to them while they are with me.” She disagreed, standing up, abandoning her food as too.
I stopped the argument before it could start, because I knew that she still struggled with losing a team under her command all of those years ago in Cuba. She’d been careful with everything since then. But now that we were together, we’d been working on her fears and issues and she had been doing so fucking well. So I calmed myself, attempting to put myself in her head. “I know that you’re worried; but I love you, and you love me. That is more than enough to handle anything. Throw in our special abilities and we are unbeatable, Love.”
“I don’t wantto have a child, which I am not even sure I’ll be capable of loving properlythe way they would need to be loved.” She emphasized. “Juan has Doc and Ross, and Makenna has Macon and Kristen to handle the bonds of love and connection. That would be our job, and I’m not sure I can do that. You don’t get it. It isn’t an option—for someone like me. ”
“You love me don’t you?” I asked not understanding how it was different.
She washed her dish, and put it on the dry rack. “Don’t I show you?” She asked like she normally did.
In times like this it bothered me that she never out right said it, though I knew that she did. “Every day—and it would be exactly the same with a kid.”
She changed the subject again. “Are you coming with us on Juan’s field trip? Doc isn’t going to let me out of it. ”
"Yeah," I said with a nod. "My last case is in the wraps and Macon is trying to find the birthmother for that custody case. He doesn’t need me."
She nodded and leaned against the counter, her work voice surfacing. "That’s a tricky one, because records are sealed when it comes to adoptions. Maybe he should get Tink on it too."
"No he shouldn’t,” I laughed before I could help it. “It’s totally against the fucking law.”
She smiled too, “But when has that ever stopped Margaux?”
I frowned when I realized that she successfully strayed away from the topic and took me with her. “We need to talk about this Alyssa”
“Not now, I have three potential cases to discuss with Ross, Doc, and Dario. Four very long phone calls. I have to do a payroll breakdown, make a schedule for all three new cases, and assign those cases.” She listed going down the hall to get dressed for the day.
When we got into the office Juan was coloring at the front desk with Doc going on and on about his upcoming trip. “I really hope that Cedric can be my buddy.”
“Well what about Lizzy? She was nice.” Doc asked picking a random playmate from his party last year.
“She’s a girl.” He gagged frowning at the opposite gender and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“He won’t have those same thoughts in a few years.” Macon swore shaking his head.
“Hey, I’m a girl,” Chance frowned pretending to be offended; her nose doing that sexy wrinkle thing I loved so much.
“And I’m a girl.” Ross reminded.
"No!" he corrected, doubled over in laughter. "You're...Mommy! And you’re my Tia."
Doc laughed looking over her notes for the Expo. “So, it looks like we have about three different classes coming to the expo. I’m going to be running an art booth so you two will have to chaperone with the others by yourselves.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes, “So you’re going to stick us in a den of room mothers alone?”
“Chance, you’ll know some of them, it’ll be fun.” Doc encouraged with forced enthusiasm. “ Macon is going to drop Roslyn off when they wrap up their work for the day; and she’ll keep you company.”
Chance just sifted through the mail, with a blank expression on her face. “I won’t change my mind Tawny, I already promised Juan,” before walking in the back to her office. Something was really up with her today.
“I’m glad Makenna isn’t at that age yet.” Kristen admitted in relief coming out of her office. “ It’s going to be a forty kid play date.”
Doc counted through her list again, “No, not forty, our total confirmed is sixty-four.”
“Good luck with that shistuff bro.” Macon apologized, when Kristen elbowed him in the ribs to keep him from saying it the way he wanted to.
I snorted, shaking my head at how we all had to tone down our language around Juan. That kid was a sponge and
we learned that shit the hard way. He'd gone through a phase where he'd repeated everything that anyone said. When he was three, he got really pissed at his Uncle Dario for taking one of his toys, and he'd snapped, "Hey, give me that back, asshole!"
I of course, couldn't breathe, because it was so funny, especially the look of pride and shock on Macon's face. But Doc had put an end to it instantly, telling us if we didn't start watching what we said, she was going to enforce a swear jar. And not just any swear jar; this bastard was expensive. The fouler the word, the higher the price. An f-bomb was a hundred bucks. She told us it would be for Juan's future therapy sessions for all the damage we would cause if we didn't "cut it the fuck out!" It took a week and almost a thousand dollars for us to get the hint.
“Uncle Macon almost said a bad word.” Juan reported looking up from the giant color by numbers poster he was working on with Tink.
Ross, who was lounging across the couch in the waiting area laughed. “Yes he almost did, and how much would that have cost Uncle Macon?”
“Fifty dollars.” He certified.
Tink decided this would be the perfect time for a random fact. “Did you know ninety-seven percent of all paper money contains traces of cocaine?”
“Really Tink?” Doc chided looking up from her work.
Tink looked up confused. “Yes really, it’s true.”
“True, true, true,” Juan repeated kicking his legs and still coloring.
I cracked up, “ Good luck explaining that one in playgroup next week Tawny.”
“I think Tink should have to pay the jar.” Macon suggested tossing a paperweight in the air, catching it over and over.
“I didn’t swear.” Tink argued confused.
Dario laughed, “Still damaging.”
“Jackson…” Tink whined waiting for interference.
Jackson just chuckled, his Texan accent ringing clear. “Oh no Sugar, I’m out of this one.”
“Then Macon should have to pay too for his almost slip. Whether you said it or not it still put the word in his head.” She argued.
Macon just grinned, “Juan won’t make me pay. I’m his favorite uncle.”
“I wuv all of my uncles.” He stressed looking between the four of us with a nervous glance that was almost comical.
Jackson just shook his head. “Stop stirring up shitrouble Mack.”
Juan loved all of his "uncles," even though we weren't blood related. He wasn't lying about that, but what I noticed was that he went to us for different things. With Jackson, he could be calm, and he taught him outdoorsy things, like how to find the best wild blueberries or track a deer in the woods when we camped, so he could see “Bambi”. With his Uncle Macon, he could be rowdy and loud, wrestling with him. And with Dario he really just listened, he made him laugh with stories of Italy and actually talked to him like a tiny adult, instead of a little kid. He respected it, whether he knew what the word meant or not. But with Tink around I was sure that he did. With me he got all of the soldier stories I was allowed to tell. Let him see my guns, play with the bullets and the vests, even put him in face paint since I wasn’t using it anymore.
“Not you too Jackson.” Doc sighed in disappointment.
Ross just shrugged, “I give it a month before we have to bring the swear jar back.”
"Idiots,” Kristen snorted, rolling her eyes. “Just for Macon trying to get you in trouble, I'll buy you a hot chocolate. I’m in need of caffeine.”
"Wif whipped cream?" He verified, bright brown eyes shining at the thought.
“With whatever you want,” she promised, giving Dario a raised eyebrow. "Should we invite these uncles to come?”
Juan nodded only caring about the sugary treat waiting for him, “Let’s go, go, go!”
"Aw heck," Jackson drawled, getting up. "It’s a slow day. Let’s go, Darlin’.”
Doc watched the five of them travel to the Starbucks across the street, before turning to Ross, breathing dramatically. “I swear, I think they love him more than us now Roslyn.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” I disagreed looking through my messages.
Chance called from her office loud enough for us to hear. “Yes it is.”
“Let’s go get a coffee too.” Ross smirked not wanting to be left out.
I wanted to return some calls before it got too late in the day so I stayed behind, occupied in the office I shared with Dario, Chance shut in hers. I wasn’t until later, when we she tapped on my door that I even realized that we were alone. “Hey, just came to put these on Dario’s desk.” She informed quickly putting the folders down.
I don’t know if it was the jeans, or the fact that I knew the underwear she was wearing underneath that turned me on but I was. Unfortunately when she was focused on work she was fucking focused. As quickly as she appeared she was gone again, heading back down the hall to her office. I got up following behind her deciding it was probably better that I made my move in her office anyway since she didn’t share hers. She was leaning against the front of her desk retuning a call, and I took the seat in front of her trying my best to wait until she got off.
My hands were immediately drawn to her legs. Starting at her ankles, up her calves—giving her knee cap a firm squeeze to get her attention— my hands traveled up, only to slip ever so slightly where her legs met and back down to start all over. It was nearly impossible, to keep my hands off of her. I was completely insatiable when it came to this woman.
Once she told whoever was on the line that she would return their call later I pulled her down into my lap for a kiss. "Someone could walk in..." She cautioned as I kissed the nape of her neck.
“Door locked.” I reassured, knowing I covered all of my bases.
"'I don’t know," she breathed, but she made no move to get down from my lap. In fact, her eyes stayed glued to my mouth, her breathing a little heavy while she bit her lip.
Suddenly, I just needed to kiss her again...and then some. She'd been so quiet the last few days. Trying to avoid the marriage and family topic, not to mention this shit with Paul, she was more than preoccupied.
I could understand the need for Alyssa to have a poker face. To appear to be in control for the sake of getting things done, but it frustrated the hell out of me because I was starting to see signs of it when it was just the two us.
Her controlled masks were good, hell great, because Doc and the others didn’t even see the changes. But the fact that she threw herself into work didn’t fool me. The fact that she'd wake up and make sure I was still there didn’t fool me either. Something was wrong, and she was starting to retreat inside herself to try to deal.
I needed her, I needed some type of reaction from her. I wanted to see that sparkthat flare of my naughty Alyssa, just for a bit, because I didn’t know any other way to handle things.
I picked her up, sitting her back on the desk, moving a few things aside. “Don’t go cold on me, Honeyface. I know you like being in control, but you aren’t alone.” I ordered, stroking her cheek before kissing her again.
Brushing my hands down her sides, I hooked my fingers under her knee, wrapping her leg around my waist. It brought us closer, and my tongue traced her bottom lip waiting for her to give me access. Our moans were quiet, muffled against each other's mouths as our tongues teased and tasted. The hand that was holding her leg around me traced the top of her jeans.
“I’m not alone?” She repeated moaning a bit between kisses.
“You know that Honeyface,” I assured running my fingers through her hair.
She pulled away abruptly, a shimmer of sin and suggestion in those green pools. “Then control me, Adrian.”
“Oh, I plan too, Love” I guaranteed, dragging my teeth down her neck and opening my mouth to the soft spot on her collarbone. I unbuttoned her jeans pulling them off as she kicked off her shoes.
There was my naughty girl coming out to play. Chance could absolutely drive me insane with want, lust, and just the need to fuck the shit
out of her. There was the girl that had given herself to meeven when she had to walk through the gates of hell just to run into my arms on the other side. It was the same girl that could walk into a room and with just one look, have my dick standing at perfect attention. I loved the parts of her that no one else got, not even her closest friends.
I chuckled darkly, feeling her whole body shudder when my fingers moved past the lace of her underwear, and into her hot pussy. "You’re pretty wet for me, aren’t you Honeyface?"
“Always…” she gasped, her head falling back with a moan.
I smirked at her confession, loving that we could do this to each other, still push each other's buttons until one of us just took the other.
Part of the reason I never wanted to attach myself to anyone was because I thought the excitement would fade. It had only gotten stronger with us, and I was ninety-nine percent sure it was due to how we started. Alyssa wasn’t trusting, and we had to do things so carefully.
Every orgasm, every kiss, every touch had to happen at the perfect time. All of our actions had to mean something, nothing could be done for the hell of it.
I got a wicked idea as I slid down her body, kneeling in front of her, my hands resting on her beautiful legs. “If we’re going to do this Honeyface. You’re not allowed to make a sound.” I ordered in a rasp pulling her underwear down. I knew we were alone, but I wanted to play with her. "If you make a noise, I stop, got it?"
Her green eyes flickered in confusion but I ignored it tracing my tongue lightly against the inside of her thigh. A small moan escaped from her lips when my tongue ran over the spot between her thigh and hip.
"No, no," I tsked, pulling away.
Her face twisted in the sexiest pout of frustration. “But—”
“—I said quite Honeyface,” repeated sternly. “Do you want to come or not?” She nodded, her nose wrinkling from her frown. “Next time, I stop for real.”
She took in a sharp breath when my tongue swirled around her entrance, then blew a cool breath on her clit. She gave me another pleadingly lustful glance before I gave her exactly what she wanted.
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