She drops the leg she was massaging and plunks her ass down on the bed beside me. “You like to watch? How does that work? Don’t you get jealous to see him with someone else?”
“Hello, live porn. Why the hell would I get jealous? Joaquin is mine: he won’t ever betray or leave me. We have an understanding. Others might not be able to wrap their mind around it, but we have our ducks in a row.”
Sounds twisted, I know. But I meant what I said about Joaquin being mine and how we have a solid bond. It’s grown for years and it might have started out as lust evolving into the craving to fuck a woman together, but we always moved on, the both of us…together, yet still looking for the one woman to complete us.
“That’s special,” she murmurs thoughtfully. “And ducks are cute.”
“He is special,” I agree, because if it was anyone else with a cock asking me to be in a solid relationship I would walk away. Joaquin’s the only one ever making the craving flame inside me to break a relationship into three pieces of a whole.
CHAPTER TWO
– GRETA –
“Lucky man,” I tell Alfie and give him a beaming smile before patting his injured leg on purpose.
He growls low and I have to swallow my laughter. I know he’s hurting and still recovering from the injury, but I also know pain can be a motivation and this man needs to get his ass off the bed.
“Come on, enough talking about your magnificent dick and that man of yours. I’ve brought you a surprise.”
“You didn’t bring me a surprise, it’s always attached to you. Just open your blouse and show me those lushful looking titties. That’s the surprise, right?” He rubs his hands in glee and I swear he’s holding his hands out the next moment to size up my breasts and to get ready to hold and knead them.
Ugh. This man’s head lives in the gutter and I’ve only met him a mere moment ago. But damn if he doesn’t make my nipples tingle and beg for some attention.
“Sorry to disappoint you, stud. I brought crutches.” I add some sarcasm to my voice and add, “Surprise.”
I grip my breasts and give them a little squeeze to give back what he keeps throwing at me. “These are not on your to-do list. Getting you up and walking is.” I smirk.
“Give me those crutches and I’ll fucking chase those two puppies with a speed you’ve never seen,” he grumbles.
I laugh and shake my head as I stroll to the closet. “What clothes do you need? I’m planning to get you out of bed and into the living room. Once there we will have coffee and see how your leg and shoulder are doing before we add some other things on your to-do list.”
“Sweatpants,” he says and points at a drawer.
I take out a gray pair and throw them in his direction. “Put them on. And no, I won’t kneel to dick-level and help you. There’s nothing wrong with one side of your body and your ass can bend over to put on some pants. Make an effort, you’ll feel better about yourself.”
I head for the door and hear him mutter, “It’s my back that bends, not my ass.”
There’s a smile on my face as I head for the kitchen, but it falls when I think about the reason why I’m here. It has nothing to do with getting Alfie Garmsons back on his feet again, but it’s part of my undercover job nonetheless.
If I didn’t hate my job before I walked through this door, I do now. Barely an hour into my first undercover case and I doubt the reason why I’m here. These two seem like nice and honest people. They’re nothing like the MC the DEA thinks they’re connected with.
My job really sucks, and I’m seriously questioning my reasons for doing the whole career shift. Though, the hating part of my job is mostly due to the guy I’m supposed to report back to. I should have never agreed to do this. But here I am, so not living my dream. But I guess life is all about moving forward one step at a time. And that’s all it really is, another step to my next paycheck; I almost have all my debts paid.
I place my hands on the kitchen table and brace myself to pull in a large gasp of air and hold it. I should walk away now. Drop everything and go for yet another career shift. It sure sounds like a necessity. I’m such a job-hopper. Maybe I should get my nose back in the books and become a doctor, a rehabilitation specialist.
I need more coffee to think over my crappy life, not to mention, I’m here and have to see this through first. Grabbing the crutches, I head back to the bedroom where Alfie is lying in his bed instead of sitting on the edge of the mattress and getting ready to slowly return back to his old life.
“Get up,” I snap, making his head swing my way as I place the crutches against the bed.
Damn him. My life is crappier than his and he doesn’t get to sulk. From what I’ve heard he’s been sulking for weeks now. Enough is enough.
“I’ve read your file but I’ve also talked to Joaquin this morning and all of it tells me your ego got injured more than your body. Well, boo-freaking-hoo. Get up, grab those crutches, face the bite of pain your body gives and push through. I have coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.” Anger is rolling off him in waves and remembering his flirty behavior, I might as well add a little something from his weirdo state of mind. “And if you make it to the kitchen? I’ll flash you some boob.”
Totally unprofessional but I’m here to get a job done, and my line of work requires to be willing to do everything to see things through. Well, if I would believe Matt, my DEA partner, that is. Such a promotion hungry workaholic asshole.
Alfie’s eyes bulge. I don’t wait for a reply but turn on my heel and head for the coffee maker. I make myself another cup of coffee and have one ready for Alfie when I hear a frustrated grunt and the sound of crutches on the dark red tiles on the floor of this cabin. Such a cozy home. You wouldn’t guess two men lived here.
I’d bet money it was decorated by Joaquin. He might be a lean, handsome, manly man, but he wears black nail polish, and his clothes are neat. Like he just walked out of a fashion magazine. Oh, and the scarf he was wearing around his neck? Silk. I’m sure. Feminine and yet it looked hot on a guy like him.
And he was flirting. With me, a woman, that doesn’t scream gay. Hell, if I didn’t read up on these two, I wouldn’t be able to figure them out other than Alfie is clearly the alpha in their relationship. And to think these two like to have a woman in between their hot bodies. My brain mentally slips off my drenched panties and dives right into the gutter. Yeah, getting in between these two hot guys would make any woman’s inhibitions evaporate.
“Show. Me. The. Goods,” Alfie grunts while he’s leaning against the wall.
Sweat is beading his forehead and I know getting out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen cost a lot of his body. Joaquin mentioned how Alfie hasn’t done anything other than leave his bed to go to the bathroom and back.
Without thinking I tear my blouse out of my jeans and pull it up, giving Alfie an eyeful of my breasts wrapped in a purple lace bra. When I tug the fabric back into my jeans and meet his eyes, I notice his hand rubbing his dick.
“Really?” I roll my eyes and move the coffee closer to him, shoving a chair out for him to sit on.
He shoots me a smirk and focuses to move closer to the chair. The man clearly needs to adjust to walking with crutches and the ankle on his bullet-hole free leg might not be fully healed either. But he needs to get his ass moving while keeping an eye on the pain.