Undercover Love: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  I can't help but wonder if I'm doing the right thing. I've opened up this gaping vortex of feelings that I'm not sure I'll be able to plug back up once this operation is over and done with.

  I feel pain in my chest at the thought of it all ending, but I steel myself for the inevitable that's bound to happen.

  Get it together, Nya.

  Thirteen

  David

  The excitement that I feel at finally putting this case to a close can only be dampened at the thought of having to end the pretend relationship that I have with Nya.

  Nya. A goddess that walks the earth among us mere mortals.

  I sigh, knowing that this thing between us can only be temporary. I shouldn't get my hopes up. Nya's my best friend first before anything else, despite wanting something much much more from her.

  "Hey, man. Are you alright?" Javier asks, bringing my attention back to reality.

  I clear my throat.

  "Sorry about that. I can't wait to be a happily married man like the two of you," I say with a grin, trying to cover up my earlier lapse in concentration.

  He smiles at me, "I feel you. I can get you a good price, seeing as your soon-to-be-wife is good friends with mine."

  "Yes. Don't hesitate to give me a call as well, and we'll talk business," Michael Jones says adds, handing me his business card.

  I smile internally, knowing that I've got myself an in.

  This is precisely the opportunity that I've been waiting for. I'll talk some more business with the two of them, and they're bound to slip up and give me the leverage that I need to nail this case shut.

  I feel like celebrating my breakthrough with the case. I've gathered enough evidence to organize a sting operation. Director Cavanaugh was over the moon at having this case in the bag in just a few days. I swear, the woman was about to show me just how much she appreciated all my efforts, but I shot her down. Having a taste of Nya's lips, I can't bring myself to taste another's.

  I visit Nya and Jerome spontaneously, hoping that they're home. It's the weekend, and I want to take them out for a movie and some pizza. It's the least I could do, seeing as Nya has done so much for me.

  I ring the doorbell to their home. A few minutes later, the door opens, revealing a slightly surprised Nya. She looks at me, questioningly.

  "What are you doing here?" he asks, opening the door wider for me to follow her inside.

  I close the door behind me.

  "Well, I was wondering if you and Jerome would like to go out for a movie and have some pizza," I say, hoping that she'll say yes.

  I just really want to spend some time with the two of them.

  She gives me a soft smile, "Of course, we're free."

  She calls Jerome, and he cheers loudly at hearing the news. He runs back to his room to get ready.

  "I'd ask you to get ready yourself, but I guess there's no need to," I tell her, seeing as she's already dressed up, and beautifully I might add.

  Casual wear or not, Nya can wear a damn sack, and she'd still look like the most beautiful woman on earth in my eyes.

  She chuckles, "Well, yeah. I always look dressed up even when I'm not really trying. It comes with being the CEO to a huge clothing line."

  "And you always look beautiful," I compliment, causing her to look a bit embarrassed, there's a pretty hint of red on her face. Her eyes sparkle, like beautiful gems.

  I smirk at how easy she gets affected, and then the thought of someone else causing her eyes to sparkle, just like I did enter my mind. My fists clench. That thought does not sit well with me at all.

  I erase the thought just as quickly as it came, not wanting to dwell on what that thought even means.

  She's now biting her lip, and I want to be the only one to do that. I move in closer, pulling her body against mine. She gasps as our chests collided. I move my face closer to hers, eager to taste those luscious lips that I've been dreaming of for nights on end.

  "What are you two doing?" a curious voice sounding like Jerome's breaks us out of whatever moment we had.

  Nya clears her throat awkwardly.

  "Oh, nothing, sweetie. I just had something in my eye, and your Uncle Dave was trying to get it for me," she replies lamely.

  I snort at her explanation.

  And by the look on Jerome's face, I can tell that he doesn't quite believe her.

  "I'll just head to the car now," Nya says, avoiding any eye contact with me. She walks away in a rush, leaving me alone with Jerome.

  Jerome's face turns serious.

  "So, what are your intentions with my mom? I might be ten years old, but I'm not stupid," he says, crossing his arm over his chest, waiting for my answer.

  I chuckle at how protective he is over his mother. It makes me proud.

  "I assure you, Jerome, that I have nothing but the sincerest intentions with your mom. I want to date her properly," I say.

  He smiles, seeming to be satisfied with my answer, "Good. I like you, Uncle. You're already like a dad to me."

  I smile and give his shoulder a squeeze. I'm glad that he sees me that way since I really do feel like he's my very own son.

  We all get in the car. Nya is quiet, her gaze fixed on her lap.

  I chuckle at how adorable she can be when she gets embarrassed. Getting caught by her son in an almost compromising position must have really done her over.

  "What do you want to watch?" I ask Jerome.

  "I want to watch the new Avengers movie!" he says, jumping up and down excitedly. I laugh.

  "Easy there. I'll buy the tickets. Why don't you take your mom and get us some snacks?" I suggest. Jerome pulls Nya by the hand in a hurry to the popcorn stand.

  I look at the two of them. I've done this countless times before, taking them to the movies then heading out to buy some pizza. But this time, it feels different. It's almost like we're a family. I won't even try to deny that I like this feeling very much.

  I've always wanted a family, but have put the idea on the back-burner while I was building my career. Then one year turned to two and so on and so forth. Before I knew it, I'm already 32 years old, and still without a family.

  With Nya and Jerome, I feel like I can finally get what I've always wanted. It would be so perfect.

  I sigh heavily, wondering what Nya would think if she can read my thoughts. We're ushered to our seats. Throughout the movie, I hold Nya's hand. I can't help but feel that it fits perfectly with mine. I like this feeling.

  After the movies we go out for a couple of slices of pizza, then head home. I notice how quiet Nya has been, and I wonder what's going on in that head of hers.

  I put Jerome to bed, and we talk a bit about football before he drifts off to sleep. He's an endearing kid, I can't help but smile. Today has been perfect.

  I go out to look for Nya to bid her goodnight, but I'm greeted by her lonely figure, holding a glass of wine elegantly as she stares out the window with a thoughtful expression.

  My heart skips a beat at the sight of her gloriously beautiful form. All thoughts of going home leave me as I slowly approach her.

  I turn her towards me, shocking her back to her senses. Before she even thinks of protesting, I press my lips on hers.

  We moan sensuously as our lips touch. This is what I've been waiting for.

  Fourteen

  Nya

  I thought the first time that we kissed was amazing. But this time, I am breathless and speechless. Does this mean David's kisses can only get better?

  "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" Dave mumbles as he bites on my lower lip.

  I moan at his aggressiveness. I pull him closer, opening my mouth to offer him entrance. He takes the hint, tilting his head, plunging his tongue inside my mouth.

  I groan as soon as our tongues meet in a fiery and passionate dance inside our mouths.

  I love it. I love this feeling.

  All those years, even with Jerome's father, I have never felt anything as wonderful as this. I am becoming a sla
ve to my body's desires.

  I pull away from the kiss, and he groans in protest, panting. I give him a teasing smirk. I tug on his tie, sashaying my hips while I guide him to the bedroom.

  His forest green eyes turn into dark pools of green. I can see pure want on his features as they darken with every step that we take towards the bedroom.

  I feel an instant wave of pleasure at being the one to cause him to lose control.

  As soon we're inside, he locks the door and pushes me against it.

  His face hovers close to mine.

  "You are such a tease. Do you know how long I have wanted this?" David says, hoarsely.

  I smile at his statement, shaking my head at his question. His lips are just a hairsbreadth from mine.

  "Too long, Nya. Too fucking long," he whispers hotly, and I shiver in anticipation.

  He closes the gap, and we kiss yet again. I can see the fireworks behind my eyelids. He tears my shirt, not breaking the kiss.

  I gasp indignantly.

  "You make clothes for a living. I'm sure you can make some more," David says through our kiss.

  I encircle my arms around his neck and wrap my thighs around his waist. He carries me to the bed, and we land with a loud thump.

  I lay there panting while he starts trailing wet and hot open-mouth kisses down to my neck and to my breasts. He tears my bra open. I can only groan in pleasure as he sucks eagerly on my nipple, alternating with licks and swirls on my now very hard nubs.

  I grasp on his hair as he continues to move south.

  As soon as his mouth touches my pussy, my hips arch, eager for more contact. He laps his tongue on my pussy slit all the way up to my clit before he ends my misery by plunging 2 fingers in my wet and eager cunt.

  "You taste so good. Amazing. Wonderful," David says in between licks and nips. He continues to move his fingers in and out of me.

  I can feel the pressure in my lower abdomen build.

  "I'm fucking close. Don't stop," I manage to get out in between pants.

  He moves faster, and in no time, I cum so hard I almost blackout from the sensation. My eyes are still closed as I lay panting on the bed.

  My eyes dart open at the feeling of something hard poke on my pussy.

  "Fuck," I groan, lifting myself up on my elbows to take a better look.

  My mouth hangs open in awe. David's fucking huge! I breathe out slowly.

  "Go in slowly," I say, not sure if I'll be able to take all 12-inches of his monster-sized cock. He chuckles with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  "Don't worry, baby. Just let me do the work. Relax," he says in a soft assuring tone.

  He must have mistaken what I said for nervousness, but it was the other way around, it's fucking anticipation at having a go-to have all 12-inches of him inside of me.

  He moves in slowly. Just from the head of his dick, I feel myself stretch. He keeps pushing forward. I lick my lips in pleasure as I get stretched further.

  As soon as I feel his balls against my weeping cunt, I groan in delight.

  "Good girl. See, you can take it," he says, rocking his hips back and forth slowly at first.

  "Faster!" I shout as soon as I feel the familiar pressure building in my abdomen.

  He wastes no time in doing as I say. He thrusts in deep and fast. I feel my eyes roll back to my sockets.

  "Fuck you, Dave! Don't fucking stop. I'm so close. You're going to make me cum again," I rasp as he continues to plow into me like a pro.

  "I'm almost there. Where do you want me to cum?" David groans, not slowing down at all.

  "Inside. I'm safe," I manage to get out, wanting to feel David's cock twitch inside of me as he lets out all of his cum.

  "I'm cumming," I groan, biting on his shoulder as the familiar white heat envelopes me, my body shivering from the best fucking orgasm of my life.

  "Me too," he pants, as he pushes in deep. His dick twitches deliciously inside me as I feel his hot cum spurt.

  He groans and lays himself on top of me. We're both catching our breath.

  We both cuddle close. My vision gets darker as sleep starts to take over.

  I love you so much. I think before succumbing to wonderful oblivion.

  I wake up as soon as the sun's morning rays hit my closed eyelids. My body aches all over. But that's alright because I feel like a queen that was fucked thoroughly.

  I sigh contentedly, trying to feel around the bed for Dave. Realizing that I'm alone, I hesitantly open my eyes, wondering where Dave could have gone.

  I look at the nightstand, and there's a note.

  I loved it last night. Heading off to catch the bad guys. Have a great day.

  Love,

  David.

  Love. My heart swells at the word. No, I shake my head, not wanting to put any meaning into his words.

  As soon as the case is over, I'm sure I'll be nursing a broken heart.

  Fifteen

  David

  ”Is everything clear for the operation?" Agent Fuller says through my earpiece.

  I look around, and our targets are unsuspecting of the impending operation that we're going to launch. The place isn't even heavily guarded. This is the most opportune sneak attack.

  "Everything is clear," I confirm.

  "Roger that. Proceeding with the operation," Agent Fuller says.

  Not even a minute later, police are swarming the place. The targets look surprised. I can see how the shock slowly morphs into fear.

  "Who let you in here?!" Suarez shouts, trying to put up a brave front till the end. The police detain the three of us while reciting to us our rights.

  Agent Fuller then comes into full view.

  "Gentlemen, I am Agent Fuller. You are being charged with tax evasion, Illegal distribution of drugs, and money laundering," he says in a no-nonsense manner.

  Suarez and Jones choose to remain silent at the accusations.

  They do not suspect that I have anything to do with this since I'm being captured right along with them. I smirk inwardly, it's finally done. This case is officially closed.

  Once we get to the station, I'll be free to go.

  As soon as Suarez and Jones are locked up behind bars and out of sight, the police uncuff me.

  Agent Fuller pats me on the back for a job well done.

  "The director wants to see you," he says, giving me a knowing smirk. I sigh, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.

  I am a changed man.

  Nya's face appears in my mind, and a smile makes its way to my lips.

  Agent Fuller clears his throat, awkwardly, "You can stop daydreaming about fucking the director in front of me."

  I shake my head as I reply, "I'm actually thinking of someone else."

  He grins as he states, "Well, whoever she is, it's obvious that you're head over heels in love with her."

  My mouth opens slightly at his words. Me? In love with Nya? I find myself contemplating his words carefully.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," I say, voicing out my confusion.

  He chuckles, "Trust me. In all the years that I've known you, I have never seen you give such a dopy look while thinking of someone."

  I feel more confusion at his words. All I know is that I've had a crush on Nya for a long time. I have feelings for her. I even want to date her. But is that really love?

  I'm taken back to reality by a hard thwack to the back of my head.

  "Hey!" I let out indignantly. Fuller laughs loudly.

  "Don't strain yourself by overthinking about it, Mackall," he advises me before leaving me to my thoughts.

  Nya. I miss her. I miss Jerome as well.

  I can't wait to spend more time with them and to tell them all about catching the bad guys. However, remembering that there's still work to be done, I decide to or organize a meeting with them for tomorrow.

  I knock on Director Cavanaugh's office.

  "Come in," I hear her shout through the door.

  I enter her office, ready t
o give my debriefing of what had transpired during our operation. She greets me with her usual sexy and haughty smile, but for some reason, it doesn't elicit any feelings of excitement from me whatsoever.

  Before, just an ample view of her cleavage would get my cock to stand like a flagpole ceremony to the United States of America. But now, nothing. Not even a little twitch of my dick.

  She saunters close, pulling me by my tie.

  "Nice work, agent," she says, closing in to kiss me.

  I push her away.

  "I'm sorry. I think we should stick to being professional around each other from now on," I say, looking her in the eyes to convey my seriousness.

  The smile from her face drops, and she immediately goes into work mode, plastering on an indifferent expression.

  "Very well," she says, taking a seat on her chair.

  "Please, sit. We need to get this debriefing out of the way before we can start on the paperwork," she says.

  I'm impressed at how easy it is for her to slide back into a professional persona. I take my seat in front of her.

  "Before we begin, I would like to extend my sincerest congratulations to you for finishing this case quickly, without complications, and without any casualties," she says appreciatively.

  I nod, "Thank you, Director. I'm just doing my job."

  I give her my debriefing for the entire case, then take my leave to my own desk.

  I sigh, looking at the pile of paperwork that's waiting for me. I sit down. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I get to spend time with my family.

  Realizing what I had just thought, referring to both Nya and Jerome as my family, I stop writing.

  Family. I rethink.

  Is it presumptuous of me to feel this way?

  I revisit my thoughts about Nya. Just the thought of her unparalleled beauty that is rivaled only by her kindness brings a smile to my face.