by Emily Snow
“I take it you haven’t seen Ghost’s downtime jerseys?” Hounder looked to Trig who simply smirked in response before he returned his gaze to Sam’s.
“Every time I’ve seen him, he’s been in khakis or joggers. Once, I saw him in jeans.”
“Jeans? He had one on.”
Trig sat at one of two pushed together tables. Sam took the seat next to him.
“One what?” B.B. asked as she joined them.
“Sam is giving Hound dog shit about his shirt.”
Prophet didn’t even bother to look up. He continued to move his fingers across the screen of his tablet.
“Hmm. That’s nowhere near as bad as some of Lead Dog’s or Trig’s.”
Brian cleared his throat to let the team know that he was in the area. He smirked when Charlie Boy jump in response to the rumble of his action.
“I have a couple, but Trig has my favorite.”
Brian was seated at the other end of the table next to Isa. Her hand was rested on his thigh. He appreciated the gesture.
Trig stood and pulled his hoodie over his head. Beneath it was a black t-shirt. The picture had a mouse at the end of a maze eating its cheese. The maze walls had a path blown through from one corner to the prize corner of the cheese. It read: “U.S. Marine Logic: If you don’t get this, you’ve never been a Marine … Why mess with 223 years of success?”
“It’s alright. Yours is best.”
Brian stood and unzipped his jacket. His black t-shirt read: “Before asking a Marine to kneel before you, remember they consider it a firing position.”
Isabelle’s laughter filled the air and Brian couldn’t help his reaction to it. A smile lit his face.
“I think that one is one of my favorites. I have one that I like better though,” Isa offered.
B.B. smiled in Brian’s direction and he knew from the smile that the thing with Isa was going to be something she would torture him with later. She just nodded her head in silent acknowledgement before turning to speak to Isabelle.
“Which one do you like best?”
“The one that says, ‘Marines: When the Grim Reaper takes a vacation, somebody’s gotta pick up the slack.’ I think I doubled over laughing the first time I saw that one.”
Everyone in the room chuckled. Brian zipped his jacket up before returning to his seat.
“Don’t let her fool you. She has one that is just as bad.”
“What? No I don’t.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Trig agreed.
“What are you saying? No, I don’t have something as bad as those shirts.”
“The shirt reads, and I quote: ‘Just because my mouth is bilabial does not mean it swings both ways’.”
Everyone at the table began laughing again, including Isabelle. The sound of her laughter had him fighting another smile. She’d been through a lot in her life. Being raised in Germany by her abusive aunt and uncaring uncle had her fighting to find herself. An afterschool language program was what saved her. It was something new they were trying in the country. She’d been born in the states, but her parents’ death meant going to the next of kin. Two people that didn’t have children and never wanted them shouldn’t have been awarded such a gift as Isabelle Pinters. Her studies of the six languages she was drawn to brought her back home to America when she was twenty. She never looked back.
The Marines were the first to pick up on what an asset she was. That’s how the two of them met. Isabelle was the person who translated all of the manifests and documents with the necessary intel to take out one of the higher ranking guards of weapons ring. It was magnificent to see her in her element. They’d grown close; close enough for him to want to spend the rest of his life with her. Having her near him meant more to him than he thought it would.
The banter continued throughout the meal. The team agreed to work their contacts and reconnoiter the next morning; 0700 to be exact. When the bill came, the waitress made her way to his end of the table. He shook his head and pointed in Hounders direction. When Thea the waitress stood next to him, Hounder’s head turned in his direction. The questioning look was priceless.
“Your fuck-up. Your fee.”
Hounder groaned when he looked at the bill and everyone else snickered before beginning to gather their things to leave. As they filed out, he took Isa’s hand and held her back from the group.
“Where do you think you’re going, Lucky?”
“I rode in with Trig.”
“I know. I had him drive you because I knew we had unfinished business to attend to.”
Isa moved in to press her body into his. “Do we now?”
“Oh, we most definitely do. There’s the matter of a four-year make-up session.”
Isa swallowed. He could see the desire there, but also the nerves of what four years of need would feel like.
“Four years?”
He chuckled at the underlined question.
“It hasn’t been four years since I’ve been with a woman. It has been four years of really wanting you.”
He kissed her then led her to his truck. Mentally, he reviewed placement of key people. Their mothers and their daughter were at his place tonight. Little Belle wanted to be there, so that’s where they took her. It meant Isa’s place, which was ten minutes from his home and the place they were headed.
* * *
Brian fisted the top of her jeans. His large hand was able to take the entire top half of them along with the thin scrap of fabric that was her panties. When he moved to yank them down, she grabbed his wrist. His eyes were heated embers of black as he looked up at her. Brian knew they were. Over the years, he’d had more than enough females tell him as much. With the desire he was feeling, he knew they had to be black as night. He hoped it showed that he didn’t want to be bothered with conversation.
“Are you sure?” she asked him between their exchanges of passionate kisses.
“If I were anymore surer, then you would be riding me all the way to the courthouse instead of up against this door.”
She blinked a few times before practically purring.
“I love it when you’re all brute force.”
His smile took over his face as she lifted those lids of hers to look up at his now standing body.
“I want inside …”
“I know. I was trying to unlock the door ...”
“You. I want inside you.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
The next time he attempted to pull down those jeans he met no resistance. They were down around her ankles before any protest could be given. He was happy that her porch light was off. Thinking about her being completely naked from the waist down had him wanting inside of her even more. He didn’t want to have her exposed if any of her neighbors decided to go on a stroll. Snatching the keys away, he unlocked the door and lifted her up before carrying her inside. Her clothes and shoes were in his hands, but dropped once they entered.
Isa was placed on the dining room table with her ass at the edge. She was a meal set to be had and he was going to have a field day with her. He felt like Sylvester seeing that yellow bird for the first time. Licking his lips, he dropped to his knees and set course for a “feast of Isa.” Her loud moan did his heart proud.
“Mmm, right there. Yes, right there.”
Lifting his head, he waited for her blue eyes to open and look at him.
“Lovely Isa, remember I’ve owned this already. I know this territory better than my own name. Don’t question my knowledge of what’s mine.”
The beauty opened her mouth to respond, but Brian clamped down on that most sensitive part of her anatomy while reaching his long arm up and grabbing hold of one of those breasts that had been teasing him all fucking week long. When he tweaked her nipple, she screamed.
“BRIAN! Oh sh … iiiiitttt! Yes!”
“Owner?” he asked before flicking his tongue out.
“You … damn it … mon ami. Ay dos mios it’s yours.”
The beauty
of loving a language expert is hearing their pleasure expressed in multiple languages.
“That’s right, Lucky. Don’t you ever forget it!”
He was on his feet in the next moment. Lifting her pelvis, he drove inside of her and the scream she expelled had him pulling back then powering back in. Brian’s excitement meter hit an all new level. The sound of their bodies connecting and her whimpers of pleasure had him wanting to bend her over in a different position. This one was too good to let go of just yet. He needed her to reach that note. It was the note that said he’d hit the spot for her. It was in that moment that it came through loud and clear. The musical note rang out around the room. It was pure and perfect. He joined her with a groan which caused her to quiver in response.
Their coming together was always amazing, but there was something different about this one. This one was new because they were in a new place. This time was different because there was nothing hovering in the background waiting to be revealed. As she kind of melted into the table, her eyes opened.
“Chocolate Ghost … ooooh … that was amazing.”
Kissing her, he smiled to himself before whispering in her ear.
“Isa, did you believe I was done? I’m going to fuck you until every fiber of your being knows that it’s owned by me.”
She stretched under him and he latched on to her puckered nipple. She moaned.
“Wh … what if I already know … shit … yes. What if it already knows that Brian Michael Wallace owns every ounce of this body?”
“That’s all well and good, but time has passed. There’s a certain part of my anatomy that needs to know you’re …”
“Oooh, I see.”
Her hand moved between them and began to massage his balls then upward to pull him out of her. Her petite hands but strong grip had him growing with every stroke.
“Ownership defined.”
Isa’s laughter filled the room before he lifted her, took her to her bedroom, and had her riding him well into the morning hours. This was definitely something he could get used to.
As they finished a quickie in the kitchen after an early morning breakfast, he had her pressed against the wall. Both of them were breathing hard.
“Take the edge off?” she asked while trying to fix the clothes she’d dressed in and Brian had practically ripped off when he saw her long legs on display.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
“You ready to go to work now?”
“Fuck. Give me five then I’ll be able to move again. Wait, maybe ten.”
Her sexy laugh filled the room. He looked forward to this being their lives. That would have to wait. They had a mission to complete. This was a very necessary release.
The Future Decided – Chapter 7
Brian rapped on the door that afternoon, making a staccato beat to the song that he and Isa had loved ever since the first moment they’d heard it. The morning meeting hadn’t warranted any new news, so everyone just checked in before heading back out to work some other leads. He was waiting out a response to his inquiry before addressing the obvious issue of broaching the subject of Sam’s brother’s involvement.
As he waited for a response to his drumbeat knock, he reminisced. He’d been playing the song in his truck on his way to her place. “Dirty” by Christina Aguilera was one of the first songs they’d listened to in the club where they’d met so many years ago. He remembered it like it was yesterday.
Isa had been exquisite even then. The skintight, ocean blue dress set off the matching blue of her eyes when he was finally able to see her up-close and personal. He loved her in blue. She was even more breathtaking when she stood along the water’s edge. Her eyes sparkled when the sky and ocean were her backdrop. The woman was practically a fish when she dove in and became one with the sea. That night she’d been as gorgeous as she was near the reflective surface of the deep blue.
The bar he’d frequented in Vegas always kept up with the latest music. It was true then just as it is to date. On this night, it was throwback night. Isa entered the bar with a lanky-looking dude and instantly caught his attention. The dress was out of the normative colors that were worn by the females who warmed the seats of the bar. First, it was a dress. Most of the women wore short skirts, jeans, or joggers. Second, it was sexy and elegant. That fact alone put her a step above the rest.
When she began to make her way to the dance floor as the song began to play, she reached a totally new bracket for him. Hearing Redman in the background as Christina’s voice brought the intro into the song had Isa throwing her hands up in the universal sign of “that’s my song” and immediately fighting her way through the crowd while swaying her hips. She’d done some kind of complicated move with her feet while swaying those sexy hips to the beat when the throngs of people on the floor parted and her eyes locked on his.
He’d been there because of the guy she’d come in with. Brian had been told he had a contact on the inside, but hadn’t known just who that individual was. The way she’d introduced herself had him wishing he hadn’t learned anything. As he thought longer about it, he retracted that thought. He wouldn’t have changed that introduction or anything else even if he could.
“You here for a reason, Chocolate Ghost?” she asked as she opened the door to her home just as she had that day.
It was her version of his call sign and nickname. He chuckled just as he did then.
“You know why I’m here, Lucky. Is she awake?”
Brian leaned against the frame of the open door. When she turned to walk away, he was given a view from behind that he quite enjoyed.
“If she wasn’t, I know she is now. It doesn’t take long before she knows you’re around. Stop watching my ass if you’re not going to give it proper attention.”
“Um, I believe there’s evidence of proper attention that was given to it last night.” He stepped close enough behind her for her to feel his presence without touching her. “If that’s an invitation to repeat, rewind, and recalibrate, then I’m more than willing to ‘reset your clock’ at any time.”
Isa moved to turn, but Brian prevented the motion. He moved to pull her back into him when he heard the familiar sound of little feet.
“You’re here! Woohoo! You’re here! It took you long enough. Mommy, you said we would not see him. I knew you would not be away from me too long. I made you something. You’re here!”
The mini version of the two of them bounced in place before she took off. The little chocolate lab that she’d received for her birthday was quick on her heels.
“You were saved from a quick taking over the back of that chair just now.”
Brian grabbed a handful of her ass and gave it a good squeeze before adjusting his pants. Isa chose to not engage him in their usual teasing when it was just the two of them.
“Thank you for Lead Dog. She loves him. I’m guessing you figured she would.”
He had. His two were loved by his little girl. Ceasar and Brutus were well-trained. They were both beautiful and loved his precious beauty. When he brought them to the park to play with her, he had to order them away from her when it was time for him and the dogs to go home. The fact that Isa wasn’t engaging him had him questioning what was going on.
His answer walked around the corner. Her blue eyes sparkled with mirth as she entered the room. She had a similar build to Isa’s, but was a bit more filled out. Her short, curly hair was almost completely white. There were some sporadic pieces that showed her previously brown hair. The hair was something that their Iris Belle had inherited. Isa’s mother’s lips twitched, which meant that her supersonic hearing had picked up on something that Brian had said or done.
Every time Margo Pinters walked into a room, he felt like a teenage boy that was trying to take the woman’s daughter’s virtue. She tortured him mercilessly whenever she was around because she knew this was how he felt. He’d let it slip once.
“Grabby hands, sexual innuendo, and a sizeable appendage excited by my daughter�
�s presence. Sergeant Major, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.”
Brian smiled as she moved to stand before him and reached up to place her hands at both sides of his face.
“Hello, Momma Pinters.”
“Hello, my son-in-law.” She kissed his left cheek, forehead, and his right cheek then quickly popped him in the back of the head.
“Ouch!” Brian bent down to give her the access she needed. He hadn’t expected the slap.
“When are you making this beautiful woman an honest one? That little girl should have her family together.”
Isa’s grandmother was a full-blooded Italian and Brian felt like the woman’s spirit had just taken over Margo’s body for a moment. That would definitely have been something she would have done.
“Now, you understand,” Isa stated while covering the smile she was trying to hide.
“The secrets you two keep. The ‘protection’ that is given because of the careers you two have. It hurts that precious beauty you two created. She should not have to be without the two of you. Together.”
Brian looked at Isa and leaned his head in her mother’s direction.
“I know. I’ve been listening to this for the last two days. She doesn’t know.” She paused and took in his incredulous expression. “I haven’t had a moment to tell her. Actually, I was angry with myself, so I may have let her believe something that wasn’t true.”
Her mother looked as if she were going to levitate. “What don’t I know? Is it something about my creamy baby?”
Brian couldn’t contain the laugh at that phrase. Isa’s mother loved Iris’ coloring from the moment she was born. The same creamy complexion she was born with was the same one that his little girl sported to this day. Her nose was her mother’s. The shape of her eyes and fullness of her lips were his. The light brown eyes were a combination of the two of them. Her hair was the same color as her mother’s and the springy curls were her grandmother’s. Margo straightened her hair to wear the short, heated-curl look she was sporting. Looking at Margo’s face, he quickly straightened up his act.