My cock fit perfectly inside him. I hit him in all the right ways, his cock grew thicker with each new throb and thrust of my cock against his ass. Balls deep with my bush rubbing against his taint, he moaned louder, not even the pillow could hide it now. This was an act of passion now, not trying to fuck him hard and fast like it would hurt, but slow, steady, measured strokes that forced his body into pleasure twitches.
It took on touch of his cock and he was shooting ribbons of cum up his chest and across the pillow guarding his face. I filled him minutes later, seeing his load made me realize or at least believe he hadn’t played with himself or came in so long because I’d told him not to. It had sent a shiver through me, like electric in my balls, I couldn’t help plug it deep inside him—and there was no pulling out. I just wanted to stay in his warmth—now that we seemed closer than ever.
15. ARTEMIS
I’d spent the night mostly in Donovan’s arms. After the shower in the amazing rainforest waterfall bathroom, we snuggled up together on the bed. We couldn’t be there together for too long since one of us had to be out in the foyer on watch.
We switched around a bunch, and then eventually just both got up. It was the middle of the morning when Maya eventually showed up, dressed how she had when we first met her with a face of makeup and the fashionable expensive clothes.
“Oh my god, how long have you been up?” she asked, clopping away towards us in her heels. “We’ve got to go out and grab coffee from this cute little place. It’s a short ride away. I’ll give you the instructions.” She pushed open a small invisible wall which revealed a clothes rack of outer wear. “I’m also going to need the two of you to escort me to some interviews. I got word last night, and—” she looked the two of us over, folding a beige trench coat over her arm. “And I came out here, but nobody was around, so I’m guessing.”
“Probably changing over,” Donovan said. “I love the sound of coffee.”
“Me too,” I said.
“And breakfast croissants, maybe something stuffed with egg and cheese too,” she added. “Oh god, I’m actually very hungry it seems.”
I could only hold back a smile. I wanted to be her friend, not someone wo would need to watch her back with two guns around. I knew there was a very real threat to her life, and the last thing I wanted was for her body on my conscience, especially with all the good work she was doing.
***
The coffee shop was a Vietnamese place, selling authentic Vietnamese coffees and breakfast sandwiches. It was a treat, especially the coffee. They had condensed milk at the bottom which was a pure hit of sugar to my system—and I’d been going on over a month without any sugar from Donovan’s strict schedule.
It was at the coffee shop when Maya started to walk off—up a flight of stairs. We rushed up after her as she giggled like it had been some game. “Come on, I know you guys have to stay on my tail. Well, I also have my first interview here.”
An older lady directed Maya to a room in the corner. There was a woman on a bed with a small baby rocking in her arms. Her face lit up to see Maya, then she pulled away, holding the baby tight. “No, no, no,” she said, shaking.
Maya stepped forward, telling us to wait in the hallway.
The older lady spoke to us, in some broken English. “You bad men,” she said. “No take baby.”
I couldn’t even comprehend wanting to take her baby—we weren’t here for that. I didn’t understand a single word they were saying, and from the look on Donovan’s face, neither did he—but he seemed more concerned with all the pictures on the walls.
“We’re not bad people, are we?” I asked him.
Donovan rubbed a thumb against my chin. “You got some of that bahn mi on you. And no, we’re not. We might have to do bad things, but we’re really here to do good.”
I liked the way that sounded. Doing bad to do good. I could actually live with that.
After about ten minutes, Maya came to us in the hallways. She didn’t look happy. “So, I just found the thing that’s going to break my case wide open,” she said. “Her baby’s father is Julian. She’s going to go on record as being trafficked over here under the recruitment scheme, promising her three-thousand dollars amonth with free housing and job progression. The actual work conditions were fourteen-hour workdays, isolation, confiscated passports, abuse from handlers, and their debt increased daily with so-called rent.”
“Perfect,” I said. “So, it proves that—sorry, what does it prove?”
“Proves that Julian knew about the trafficking,” she said. “It proves that they can’t claim innocence in all this. But what we’re really after is Margaret. She’s not going to see any jail time if I don’t find someone who can testify to her knowledge about this.”
“How can we help?” Donovan asked.
“You can’t,” she said. “Thanh in there thinks you’re going to take her baby away from her. I think you should ditch the suit thing. You’re just—standing out too much.”I looked her up and down, and she saw me, with the biggest grin in the world. “When I dress up, it’s fashion, when you two do it, you look like secret service. Which, for the photo ops, I’m here for, but for being around the people who are going to testify, they might get spooked.”
“Jackets off,” Donovan said.
“Why are you undressing?” Jinksy asked in my ear.
“Less secret service, more business men just near you,” Donovan said. “How does that sound?”
“And maybe ruffle your hair up a touch,” she said. “It’s giving mannequin.”
I immediately went in to mess up Donovan’s hair—but he didn’t really have much. It was pin straight and usually shaved down to a shade.
