Fuck!
Chapter 11
Jake rolled over and checked his cell for the time. Oh-six-forty-five. Stretching, he reached down and scratched his groin as he willed his morning wood down. Yeah, he could’ve had a quiet quickie with Nick last night, since Ian’s bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from the occupied bedrooms. No one would’ve heard them, but whether Nick understood it or not, he was now a submissive-in-training. And that meant learning obedience and restraint.
After using the toilet and washing his hands, he threw on a T-shirt, pair of sweats, and his sneakers. With the extra men in the house guarding Alyssa, he could get a morning run in. There were a few paths through the woods that the team had placed distance markers on. Out to the final marker and back was a six-mile run, which was just what he needed to work off some of the sexual tension surging through his body. Ever since yesterday morning when Nick had begged him not to walk away, Jake had longed to do all sorts of dirty, nasty, wonderful things to him, but now was not the time. Alyssa’s safety came first.
Opening the bedroom door, he looked to his left and was surprised to see the teenager’s bedroom door was ajar. He was about to peek in when he heard her giggle coming from the living room area. What he found there wasn’t what he expected. “Since when the heck do you cook?”
Carter lifted his gaze to Jake as Alyssa glanced over her shoulder from her stool at the kitchen island. “I’ve always been able to cook. I just seldom come across someone worthy of my culinary talents like sweet Alyssa here. And if you’re going to be a jerk about it, you can make your own breakfast.”
The young girl giggled again and Jake shook his head in amazement. Not only was the U.S. dark operative cooking pancakes, but it seemed he’d won over the timid teenager in no time.
“I’ve been entertaining this pretty girl with my vast repertoire of daring and heroic adventures from around the globe.”
Jake snorted as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of orange juice. “You sound like Blackbeard the pirate. Don’t believe a word he says, Alyssa. He’s actually an insurance salesman and lies like a rug.”
“An insurance salesman?” She narrowed her eyes at Carter as he flipped three pancakes off the electric griddle sitting on the island and onto a plate for her. “I knew you were conning me,” she chastised, then rolled her eyes toward Jake. “He said he was a government spy, like James Bond.”
After filling a glass, Jake smirked at his friend who shrugged his shoulders and gave the girl a sad puppy-dog expression. “Who are you going to believe, me or Jake from State Farm?”
Orange juice burst from Jake’s mouth and nose, and, thankfully, into the sink. The acidity burned his throat and nostrils as he coughed and gasped for the air which didn’t want to be drawn into his lungs. Carter’s face turned tomato red as he roared with laughter and bent over holding his stomach, until he was almost as breathless as Jake was. Snatching a nearby dishtowel and wiping his face, Jake glared at the other man. “Thanks an effing lot,” he croaked, wanting to say so much more to the asshole, but Alyssa’s presence had him biting his tongue.
As it was, she was looking at both of them with a mix of confusion and amusement. “All right, fill me in, because I didn’t get the joke.”
Using the towel to wipe up the juice that hadn’t made it into the sink, Jake shook his head. His voice was still hoarse from the liquid abuse. “It’s from that insurance commercial, and a very bad joke.”
“Hey!” Carter caught the damp towel which had been intentionally thrown at his head. “Any joke that makes the Reverend shoot orange juice out his nose is damn good. Score one for me.”
“Reverend?” Alyssa asked around a bite of her pancakes. “Is that like a nickname, Jake, or are you really a priest or something?”
“Ha!
Chapter 11
Jake rolled over and checked his cell for the time. Oh-six-forty-five. Stretching, he reached down and scratched his groin as he willed his morning wood down. Yeah, he could’ve had a quiet quickie with Nick last night, since Ian’s bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from the occupied bedrooms. No one would’ve heard them, but whether Nick understood it or not, he was now a submissive-in-training. And that meant learning obedience and restraint.
After using the toilet and washing his hands, he threw on a T-shirt, pair of sweats, and his sneakers. With the extra men in the house guarding Alyssa, he could get a morning run in. There were a few paths through the woods that the team had placed distance markers on. Out to the final marker and back was a six-mile run, which was just what he needed to work off some of the sexual tension surging through his body. Ever since yesterday morning when Nick had begged him not to walk away, Jake had longed to do all sorts of dirty, nasty, wonderful things to him, but now was not the time. Alyssa’s safety came first.
Opening the bedroom door, he looked to his left and was surprised to see the teenager’s bedroom door was ajar. He was about to peek in when he heard her giggle coming from the living room area. What he found there wasn’t what he expected. “Since when the heck do you cook?”
Carter lifted his gaze to Jake as Alyssa glanced over her shoulder from her stool at the kitchen island. “I’ve always been able to cook. I just seldom come across someone worthy of my culinary talents like sweet Alyssa here. And if you’re going to be a jerk about it, you can make your own breakfast.”
The young girl giggled again and Jake shook his head in amazement. Not only was the U.S. dark operative cooking pancakes, but it seemed he’d won over the timid teenager in no time.
“I’ve been entertaining this pretty girl with my vast repertoire of daring and heroic adventures from around the globe.”
Jake snorted as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of orange juice. “You sound like Blackbeard the pirate. Don’t believe a word he says, Alyssa. He’s actually an insurance salesman and lies like a rug.”
“An insurance salesman?” She narrowed her eyes at Carter as he flipped three pancakes off the electric griddle sitting on the island and onto a plate for her. “I knew you were conning me,” she chastised, then rolled her eyes toward Jake. “He said he was a government spy, like James Bond.”
After filling a glass, Jake smirked at his friend who shrugged his shoulders and gave the girl a sad puppy-dog expression. “Who are you going to believe, me or Jake from State Farm?”
Orange juice burst from Jake’s mouth and nose, and, thankfully, into the sink. The acidity burned his throat and nostrils as he coughed and gasped for the air which didn’t want to be drawn into his lungs. Carter’s face turned tomato red as he roared with laughter and bent over holding his stomach, until he was almost as breathless as Jake was. Snatching a nearby dishtowel and wiping his face, Jake glared at the other man. “Thanks an effing lot,” he croaked, wanting to say so much more to the asshole, but Alyssa’s presence had him biting his tongue.
As it was, she was looking at both of them with a mix of confusion and amusement. “All right, fill me in, because I didn’t get the joke.”
Using the towel to wipe up the juice that hadn’t made it into the sink, Jake shook his head. His voice was still hoarse from the liquid abuse. “It’s from that insurance commercial, and a very bad joke.”
“Hey!” Carter caught the damp towel which had been intentionally thrown at his head. “Any joke that makes the Reverend shoot orange juice out his nose is damn good. Score one for me.”
“Reverend?” Alyssa asked around a bite of her pancakes. “Is that like a nickname, Jake, or are you really a priest or something?”
“Ha!
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