Marcus

My woman is smart as fuck! I can’t believe with all the training we all have that we didn’t manage to put that possibility together. My first call was to Jensen, my second was to our Commander and the last one is to Wasp. None of them complained about me calling at this hour due to the topic of conversation. They’ve all agreed it deserves to be looked into, and Wasp still has some friends inside who can gather intelligence and get back with us. Commander Austin is going to see what he can come up with, but he expects to hit the same brick walls he has since this thing started. Wasp tells me that earlier in the day he called in a favor to his friends from the Lost Devil’s Outlaws. Someone by the name of Hawk and Uncle Jed are on their way. Apparently, they’re the best trackers he has ever met and he thinks if anyone can find this cretin it will be one of them. I trust him, and at this point in time what do I have to lose anyways? It’s not like I’m going to question him or who he trusts, because I’m not crossing that bridge, not even with a blindfold.

Wasp can be one scary motherfucker when you question his authority or what he believes is best for all involved. The only care I have in the world right now is making sure my little family stays safe, and never becomes a victim of circumstances at his hands. I’ve never considered myself a violent man by nature, but I will do whatever it takes to keep all of us safe, even if it means I have to take a man’s life to do so. I’ve taken an oath to protect all, but that doesn’t mean I will not break that if it needs to happen.

Once I’m done with my phone calls, I head towards the back of the house. I stop and check on Shyann before making my way to our bedroom. She’s managed to kick her blanket off of her, so I replace it and kiss her forehead. She wakes slightly and smiles at me before closing her eyes once again. “I promise to always keep you safe and make sure you know how loved you are,” I say to her before I leave her room. I continue down the hallway and come to a dead stop in my bedroom door. I watch Emory as she peacefully sleeps. She’s one of the most beautiful pictures I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. I take out my phone and snap a picture and quickly make it my wallpaper. I can’t help the pride I feel at what a lucky bastard I am to have her in my life. A man couldn’t ask for a stronger woman to be at his side than her.

I head into the bathroom and strip out of my clothes, I turn the shower on and step in. Luckily, it doesn’t take long to warm, and I hang my head and let the water wash over me. I need to try and get inside of Branson’s head and figure out what his next move will be. Trying to think like a slithering snake isn’t an easy feat for someone who doesn’t try to harm others purposefully. I think back to all of the people we served with, who he was friendly with and who his supporters were who stuck by him in his trial and even after his conviction. Most of his supporters pulled from him once all the evidence was presented, the proof was overwhelming and there was no denying it was him, especially since he was caught in the act itself. There was one person, one woman, a woman whom he’d happened to be in a relationship that is standing out like a sore thumb in my mind. Krista Black, she was not only his strongest supporter, but she was convinced that he was set up. Love is blind, and no one had their eyes covered more than she did when it came to him. I need to send her name to both Wasp and the Commander, she definitely needs to become a person of interest. I wonder if she’s still in intelligence, you’d think with her placement in the military she’d not have been so stupid or blind where it came to him, and he must’ve been a lot smarter than any one of us gave him credit for, since he was able to pull the wool over her eyes and garner such loyalty from her.

Ready to end this day, I step out of the shower, pull my boxers on and crawl into bed next to Em and pull her body back into mine. I fall in a deep sleep with her heartbeat lulling me.

God! This is the best dream I’ve experienced in my adulthood. My hips rise at the heat surrounding me, my eyes open quickly, once it hits my mind that this isn’t a dream at all.

“Fuck, Emory.” I rasp out. The bliss she is inflicting upon me is affecting my ability to think rationally, and those are the only words I can form. Her mouth is sucking me in, and the tongue she adds to the action, makes me unable to form any type of coherent thought. All I can rationalize is pumping my hips up and down, she takes me deep causing me to moan out in delight.

She stops long enough to say, “I woke up needing to taste you, it was a need that I couldn’t stop thinking about.” Then she gets back to business, her cheeks hollow up with every pull, then her tongue comes out with every downward descent.

“That feels fucking fantastic,” I pant out. She hums causing me to nearly detonate right here and now. I grab her hair and pull it into one hand, so I can watch as I disappear down her throat. “You like having my cock buried in your throat, Em?”

She hums again, and it causes my hips to take on a life of their own. I begin thrusting in and out of her mouth. I begin to fuck her face and she lets go and lets me take control. I grab ahold of the back of her neck with my free hand to hold her in place, I pick up the pace, never burying myself in all the way. I do this until I begin to feel the tingles down my spine. Then I take my hands and place them under her armpits. With a strength I didn’t realize I possessed, I drag her body all the way up mine until her pussy is over my face. “Hold on to the headboard for support, baby. I’m going to be here for a while,” I tell her as I bury my tongue inside of her. She’s already wet and ready just by giving me one hell of a blowjob. I take my hand and spread her open, so I can pay attention to every square inch of her. I suck on her lips and play with them using my tongue until she’s writhing on top of me.

“Ride my face, Em.” I tell her before burying myself back in my favorite place on her body. I slide two fingers inside of her easily and work that special place inside of her that causes her to lose all control. She does as I ask, and her hips move back and forth, every once in a while, she’ll swivel her hips, looking for that one spot that will cause her to detonate. I twist my hand and cause her to cry out. I suck and lick her clit and I see her hair flying as she throws her head back in a moan.

“Please, Marcus.”

“Please what, Emory?”

“Please, please make me come.” Orders given and received, I go to town and eat her out like she’s the last meal left on earth. She screams out and I can’t wait any longer, I climb out from beneath her and pull her hips back, her hands are still firmly holding onto the headboard. I enter her in one thrust, and she arches her back, her neck suddenly looking delectable. I lean over and nibble on her neck and behind her ear, I know this is one of her erogenous zones, so I take my time and make each nip count. I slide my hand underneath her and find her clit, I put pressure on it as I tunnel my way in and out of her. I’m frantic in my thrusts, using all of my control not to explode, I want her to have another orgasm with me planted inside of her.

“Oh God, Marcus! I’m fixing to come,” she tells me. I feel her walls tightening on my dick and my balls draw up.

“Come now, Emory, or I’ll be going without you,” I holler out. And come she does, she comes so hard that she clamps down on me to the point that I can barely get back inside of her. I join her moments later calling out her name.

“Emory! Fuck I love you,” I say as I collapse on her back. “Best wakeup call I’ve ever received, baby,” I say as I kiss her neck one last time and pull out of her.

“Any morning I wake up next to you is the best wake up call for me,” she says as we both get up and make our way to the bathroom. We hop in the shower where we clean ourselves up only to get dirty again.