He was doing fine until I mentioned I had to leave and asked if he could manage for an hour or two. This man has some serious issues with asking others for help and getting back to fully functioning. As if it’s a crime to be injured or something.
His eyes are set on the television and it’s clear he’s dismissed me. I slowly back out of the room and grab my purse from the table. Time to head to the apartment where I’m supposed to update Matt, my partner, and get back here to fully start my job to find out if this MC is in any way linked with some of the illegal activities Deranged Hounds MC was wrapped in.
CHAPTER THREE
– JOAQUIN –
“When will she be back?” I question and try to scratch the black nail polish off my thumb.
Alfie bats my hand away. “Stop fidgeting and open the door. Weston will be here any second and you know as well as I do Greta will be back in about two hours. It’s her routine since she always leaves once every two days for exactly two fucking hours.”
“I don’t like it,” I huff and stalk to the door. “You should tie her to the bed and spank her ass like I told you to. I don’t know why you have to bring Weston into this, we’re perfectly fit to handle her ourselves.”
Mister grumpy rumbles a growl and it vibrates through his chest. “She’s been here ten fucking days, Joaquin. None of the other caretakers stayed. She’s like the perfect little pussy taunting her sweetness in both of our faces. Your cock is hard, mine is hard, and she doesn’t shy away. Not even when she caught us. You on your back, tied to the bed while your head was falling off the mattress as I fucked your upside-down mouth while jerking you off. She merely asked if I could support myself on my fucking leg with all the hip action. She ain’t normal.”
I grind my teeth and hiss underneath my breath, “She shouldn’t be normal if we want her.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Joaquin. Open your damn eyes. She isn’t here to help me, something’s up. And we need to get to the bottom of it seeing you’re already wearing your rose colored glasses of love.”
My hands clench into fists. Asshole. How can he not see the woman is sexy as hell, doesn’t run away screaming when caught in a compromising position, and is intrigued by what Alfie and I have together? Though, I’m actually questioning what we have because he’s such an undeniable, stubborn, hardheaded, grumpy, undisputable, horrific asshole.
Alfie sighs and steps closer to me. I want to turn on my heel and stomp out of the room, but I also see the wince on his face, due to the effort it takes by walking with just a cane. He cups the side of my face and lets his thumb stroke my jaw.
“Don’t give me that look. You know I like those rose colored glasses on you. Always the ones with the big heart and massive trust. And I would like to have this little firecracker in between us, but not when I have my suspicions about her ulterior motives for being here. She’s hiding things and that’s unacceptable.”
My shoulders sag. He’s right. I always jump first and see where I land later.
“She’s lying.” I don’t have to phrase it as a question, the look on his face is all telling.
Alfie’s eyes shift and his hand drops, taking his warmth with him. Dammit. It’s been a while since he’s shown affection. Ever since he was shot, he’s been withdrawn and even the sexy times we shared were lacking intimacy and basically me sucking cock, and him getting the both of us off quick and easy.
It’s basically the reason why I called his doctor and asked for advice because he wouldn’t get out of bed and sent the nurse away on the first day, the one who had to change the bandages and check his injuries.
I know he’s struggling with the whole situation of not liking the restrictions suddenly laid upon him. And it’s also the reason why I received the suggestion to try and find a caregiver. One who would stick around.
The first few, like the nurse, were easily scared away by Alfie. And then Greta showed up. I didn’t even know the agency sent over a new one. To be honest, after the first few ran away screaming, I didn’t think they would send over anyone else.
Weston walks inside and a lump is growing in my throat. I’m such a damn idiot. Alfie is right, I always get blinded by wearing rose colored glasses; seeing everything with a dash of roses and sunshine and expect the good in people. And it’s weird because I come from parents who did nothing but kick me down all my life.
“Aw, fuck. Prez, can you please wait in the kitchen for us?” Alfie grumbles.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose while I wave my hand in my face in an effort to cool myself down. I feel Alfie’s strong, big hand with callused fingers wrap around my nape as he gives a harsh squeeze.
“Open your pretty eyes, boy. Give me the stormy gray.”
I rapidly blink a few times to make the stinging go away. I hate crying and being emotional. I can’t help it and most times it happens when I’m angry. All while people think I’m sad or pathetic.
“You and I will find out her intentions. Good or bad, we could always tie her to our bed and spank her lush ass, right?” The corner of his mouth twitches and now I’m getting a freaking lump in my throat because for the first time I’m seeing and hearing the affection in his voice and face which has been missing for weeks.
Even if this woman might have some ulterior motive we’re not aware of, she is succeeding to bring the old Alfie I love back. And with what he just said…knowing how possessive he is and the need to be in charge when we have a woman between us. I can use this to challenge him.
Thinking fast I try to keep our connection going and say, “Only if I get to have her pussy first.”
His head tilts ever so slightly and I can tell he’s observing me. This is who he is; perceptive. And it’s also why he called for this meeting and wants to question Greta. Always the protector and the dominant one.
His reply doesn’t come as a surprise when he leans in and whispers beside my ear, “Only if I get to fuck your ass while you’re balls deep inside her pussy. I’ll make sure to control the good pounding you’ll give her.”
Rock. Hard. That’s me. A few words from him and I’m ready to do everything he wants. First time I saw him I knew he’d be my downfall, but oh how sweet the ride has been. Though there has always been some nagging feeling of incompletion.
And it stoked my heart when Alfie brought up the same concerns one day. It led to a heavy discussion with the realization how the both of us wouldn’t be complete without a woman. I’ve always loved both ways and it’s also why my parents have practically declared me dead. But man, Alfie makes me feel alive. And sharing mutual goals while walking the path of life is all that matters.
Swallowing hard, I reach out and let my knuckles brush over the thick bulge in his pants. “I guess we have a deal. Now, let’s head to the kitchen. We don’t want to keep Weston waiting,” I whisper in a lustful tone.
Alfie grabs my wrist and pushes my hand against his cock, leaving me to cup him as he rubs himself against me. “Don’t. Taunt. You know what happens when you do.”
Hell to the yes, I do. Hawt, raunchy, dirty as last week’s socks sex. But we both wouldn’t want it any other way.