LEVY
After Wimberley reviewed the efficacy of the op we did on the first of the colonias, the money guys were impressed.Excitedwas the word Parker used.
The operations team, however, decided that splitting the focus between taking out the first-line guys and taking over the warehouse was what created the dangerous situation.
Can’t say I disagree.
There are still a few more warehouses, which sucks because it means there are children in each of those warehouses being forced into labor. Wimberley reasons that as we take out the people grabbing the children, they will begin to consolidate their warehouses, making our jobs a little easier.
I’m not sure how I feel about that, but the team has decided to do a broad-spectrum attack on the bottom feeders in the colonias, so Bram and I won’t be on the kill-em-all operations.
I’m not entirely disappointed.
We did have a discussion around the fact that the kidnappers are people who have been raised in the colonias and are a product of their environments. However, most people in colonias simply want to do a good job and create a better life for their children. Regardless of their circumstances, people who steal children don’t get to keep breathing.
That, I can live with. I just hope the millionaires and billionaires who drive this little cottage industry get theirs too.
In trying to inflict the most damage, Javier, Ant, and Erik have joined several players from Wimberley’s operations to take out these bad operators. They’ve been going from one colonia to the next, usually coming home every fifth or sixth day for downtime before going out again. A rough schedule but effective, and I’ve had Bunny to keep me company while his daddies are out.
Sure, Erik protested the first time I included him as one of Bunny’s parents, but we’ve all seen him baby-talk to Bunny when he thinks we aren’t looking. Also, had I not taken Bunny back to the bunkhouse earlier today, he would have been the first to complain.
Thankfully, it’s the last day of the scheduled colonia operations and Javi is coming home tonight. It’s been eight days since I’ve seen him, and to say I’m jonesing for my man is an understatement. By the time Javier walks in the door, I’m prepped, groomed, and wearing his favorite scrap of lace.
From my perch in the back, I hear Javier let out a long breath as he sets his travel bag on the table. I worry for a second that he might be too exhausted for my big plans. Before I can scramble to put on a robe, he enters the hallway and sees me on the bed, on my knees, waiting for him.
“Aye, Dios mio,” he says, removing his shirt as he makes his way to me. Kicking off his shoes, he pushes down his pants and underwear before he reaches the end of the hallway.
“I’m sweaty and filthy,” he says with a grimace, “but I have to have you.”
I reach out with grabby hands, gesturing for him to come closer. “Good. Fuck me dirty.”
He groans as he rips off his socks and knee-walks to me on the bed.
“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he says, looking down at me with lust and sweetness in his tired eyes.
“Yeah?”
He answers me with a kiss, and all my jitteriness, all the waiting goes away. It’s just us in this tiny bubble. His hands stroke my skin, and he growls in my ear as his fingertips find the textured bits of lace along my thighs, circling my waist, held together by garters.
He smells like sweat and testosterone, and I press my nose into his armpit, inhaling him. I don’t know why his sweat turns me on, but it does.
Secretly, when he comes to me all sweaty and horny like this, I imagine he’s some roughneck ready to take me raw. It’s possible I’ve been reading gay Western romances to keep me company on lonely nights.
He grips my hips, thumbing the garters. “Tattoos and lace. There is no better combination,” he growls, nipping my ear before delving in for another deep, searching kiss. Putting command in his voice, he orders, “Hands and knees, face away from me.”
I’m in position before he can finish the sentence, and I pull the lube from under the pillow and push it in his direction. Even though I prepped ahead of his arrival, his large cock is no joke.
He’s patient as he further opens me, teasing me, edging me, licking me everywhere, nipping my inner thighs, and lightly teasing my cock with not near enough pressure.
Finally, my impatience gets the best of me. “Please, Javi. Fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lev.”
I look back over my shoulder and shake my ass at him. “But I want it to hurt. Just a little.”
He bites his lip, running his thumbs over the dimples right above my ass. “Anything you want, baby.”
Despite his words, he’s careful while pushing inside me, slow and steady, driving me out of my mind as he fills me.
