Altering Authority (15 page)

She smiled at him, “
that
made me feel better.”

He kissed her neck and across her collarbone.

“You coming
with
me would make me feel better…” she whispered.

He looked up at her, debating taking her up on her offer. He was
so
hard and wanted release
so
bad. “No Tate. We’re not…”

“We don’t have to do that. Just take these off,” she rubbed her hand over his ass that was still covered by his boxer briefs.

He shook his head, licked his lips to cover his smile, but conceded and slid them off. He lid next to her but shifted her body gently so that her back was facing his front. He pushed himself up against her ass and she moaned. She knew he was big from the night at the beach but this… she was glad he was making her wait. Taking all of him
would
cause her more pain.

He pushed her hair over her left shoulder, between the blankets and her face, moving it away from her back and neck so that he could kiss it. He trailed his lips up her shoulder, as he pushed himself harder onto her. She moaned. She’d never been an ‘All night long’ kind of girl, however now that she had him, she couldn’t get enough. His hand slid from her shoulder, over the side of her breast, her ribs, and down the center of her stomach where he slowed and worked his way to her center. She opened her legs, giving him full access and he rubbed his fingers over her again, reveling in how wet she was. His fingers found there place inside of her once more and he imagined how good it would feel to have that wrapped around him. The thought nearly finished him.

She felt him shiver and pulled his hand away from her, drawing him up and over her. “Turn around,” she said, “I want it in my mouth”.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his chin, grinning at her. He wasn’t used to having a woman tell him what to do in bed. This was the first.

She could tell he was amused.

He kneeled on the bed and just when she thought he was about to draw closer to her face, he took her right leg and bent it, placing her foot on the bed. Still smiling, he laid down, facing her open legs, presenting himself to her in the process.

Do adults still do this?
She thought.
Isn’t this something frisky teenagers do?
She didn’t care. She was quickening with the thought of having him in her mouth, of him having her again. He buried his face between her legs. Being upside down, this new angle felt different from before. She inhaled deeply and moaned.
God, he knows what he’s doing.

She remembered him then, through the haze of pure pleasure that was building in her mind. Running her hand over his hip, the way he did, she watched the trail of goosebumps her fingers left as she worked her way down to his shaft. She grabbed it in her hand and the contact sent him reeling. He gripped her ass with his hand and pushed hard onto her with his tongue. The sensation had her tipping her head up in ecstasy. Her hips began moving of their own accord, craving him more. Rocking herself onto him. She stroked him, licked the moisture that accumulated on the tip. He moaned and lost concentration. That in itself turned her on even more. The affect she had over him was impressive by any standard. She slid closer, and ran her tongue down his length. His grip on her ass tightened as she finally took him into her mouth.

Slipping her lips up and down him, sucking hard, enveloping him with her tongue, she knew he was just as frenzied as she was. He loosened his hold on her behind and ran his fingers over and in between her. He inserted his two fingers back into their place, pushing them in and out in time with the movement of her hips and when he felt her begin to quicken, he did too.

“Come with me,” she said as the heat started to pool low in her belly. The knot was back and she felt herself teetering on the edge. A moment later they both erupted around each other.

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

They lay together for a while before either of them said anything. He turned his head to look at her. She had her arm over her eyes. “You ok Tate? I didn’t…”

She turned then and smiled, “I’ve never been better,” she said and then laughed. It was a real, true laugh, one that was full with happiness. He couldn’t help it. He did too.

Turning to look at her, he slid a strand of her hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. “You smell like cinnamon,” he said, his smile growing wider as he nodded in the direction of her thighs.

“Cinnamon?” she asked, confused. Her perfume wasn’t cinnamon…?

“Ya, like those spicy, heart candy you get for Valentines. Or Hot Tamales…? You know?”

Tatum shook her head, laughing again. “Ya, I know. I don’t know why I …smell like them...”

He laughed back and then stared at her a moment more, soaking up the good mood, her happiness, before standing and grabbing his pants. He couldn’t stop smiling. He looked at her as she lay sprawled on the bed, disappointed that she’d hauled the comforter over her again. “I need to check on my boys,” he said reluctantly.

Tatum had completely forgotten that they were even there. “Shit, did you leave them with my mom?”

Jager smiled then as he stood and began putting his pants on. “Phil loves my boys. He doesn’t mind.”

“Ugh… he probably would if he knew what you were doing to his daughter,” Tatum said, realization dawning on her. Her mother obviously had to know what had just happened. She prayed that they didn’t hear them.

Jager laughed at her expression. “Do you feel like getting up and moving around a bit? I can send one of the guys out for burgers? Get you that pickle you love…” he laughed.

She gave him a dirty look. “Ya, sounds great … no pickle this time though.”

He was still laughing as he walked over to her to help her sit up and get dressed. She was embarrassed as he slid her pants back on, but also so grateful. As he slid her shirt down over her, he straightened the hood and kissed her on the lips again. “I love you Tate,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“I love you too,” she smiled, not knowing if she’d ever said those words to another person before in her life.

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Before they left the room, she got him to get her toothbrush out of her bag. She tried to get herself put together the best she could in her current state before seeing the others.

She found him, the boys, Phil, Donna, and Jeannie in the living room. The kids were playing quietly in the corner with some Lego’s. Connor was trying to sneak one into his mouth but Matthew kept knocking it out, which they both found hilarious and utterly amusing. Even Donna, who had never been a ‘kid person’, was smiling fondly at them. They all turned to look at her as she walked out of the hallway.

“Ah there’s my girl,” Phil said, his accent more pronounced on the ‘R’s.

Tatum smiled and took a few strained steps toward them. Jager and Phil stood at the same time to help her, but Phil got there first. He held her hand and walked her to the couch, helped her to sit. Connor immediately scooted his onesie-clad bum back so that he was pressed against her legs as he continued to play with his brother. She couldn’t for the life of her understand what it was that he liked her so much for.

“Did you sleep good Tate? You were out for a while this time hey?” Donna asked and Tatums head shot up to look at her, waiting for her to hint that she knew what they’d been up to. When she saw that her mother was sincere, she just smiled. Phil smiled at her then too and Tatum knew that they had no clue. She looked over at Jager, felt his eyes on her and when she did she saw that he was beaming. He could hardly hold his smile back. He ran his hand over his stubble, squeezing it around his chin. He pulled his hand away and looked at it for a second before shaking it out, as if it were wet and then wiping it on his thigh, all the while grinning mischievously at Tatum.

Her expression finally pushed him over the edge and he laughed loudly. She knew her cheeks were blazing red, and that was what Jager found so funny about her: this so-called hardcore mobster-woman, who could be embarrassed so easily. Donna and Phil just smiled at him, blank faced but Jeannie had been watching him the whole time. It took her a second, but one look at Tatums face and she knew what went down.

Tut.
“Gross,” was all she said before standing and walking into the kitchen.

Tatum gave him a meaningful look, to show him she was pissed but he was in such a good mood that she couldn’t stay mad for long.

She stayed up visiting for a while. One of the guys went out for burgers, as Jager had asked him to. She was grateful when everyone left. Donna had decided to take Phil up on his offer of staying at his place. Tatum didn’t want to think about that too much.
Ew
.

Recovery was going to be a long process. She didn’t realize how much until the next day. She’d never been the type of person to sit around. Between the clubs and the guns, she was always on the move, however, the broken bones, more or less, rendered her useless. After breakfast she told Jager that she was going to hop into the shower.

He was distracted by cleaning up some spilled juice that Matthew had knocked over, so he just nodded, forgetting that she would likely need some help. He heard the shower turn on and assumed that all was well. He sat down and helped Connor eat some yogurt.

After no more than three minutes, she shut off the water. He listened carefully but heard nothing and figured she’d gotten in the bath. When fifteen minutes passed, he walked over and knocked on the bathroom door, “Tate, is everything ok?” He was met with silence and grew paranoid before he heard her sniffling.

She knew better than to lock the door, with her condition. When he opened, he found her sitting on the toilet, fully dressed, eyes red from crying. “Jesus Tate! What did I tell you about calling out to me?” He bent down in front of her, resting his weight on the balls of his feet, holding her knees for support.

Sigh.
She sniffed again. “I hate being such an invalid,” she shook her head. “The shower will get my cast wet. I can’t wash myself with this on. I can’t sit down in the bathtub because it’s so far down and hurts my ribs… What am I supposed to do?”

Jager couldn’t help but smile at her. “You ask for help,” he raised his eyebrows.

“How can you help? You have to keep an eye on the boys,” she snapped, sounding snarkier than she intended.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called May. While it was ringing, he turned on the bathtub and began filling it. While he was talking to his nanny, he motioned for Tatum to check the temperature, which, to her, was more suited to that of a couple of little boys. Just luke warm. She liked it piping hot. He hung up the phone and walked out into the kitchen where he finished feeding Connor the last spoonful of yogurt, wiped his mouth, and put him in the living room.

“Keep an eye on your brother for a minute ok Matt? I need to help Tate.” He walked back into the bathroom to find her still in the same position, her eyes having dried a little.

“I hate this,” she said.

Jager frowned at her, “what?”

“I’m keeping you from them. They love being with you and here I am, a bigger baby than they are.”

He turned off the water and looked at Tatum. “If you don’t quit feeling sorry for yourself I’m going to drown you,” he smiled and began taking her shirt off, slowly. “Have you seen my kids? They are happier than they’ve ever been. Before you, they might have seen me for a couple of hours a week. Their mother took them from me. Before that, she wouldn’t leave me alone with them. Now, they’re sick of me! You’re my whole world Tate. And their’s too.”

She smiled back at him, accepting his words right before the front door opened and she heard Mays voice. She’d never been more grateful that the woman lived just two doors down.

He held up his finger, and went out to the living room to greet her and fill her in on what he needed her for. Within a minute he was back and helping Tatum stand up so he could take off her pants. He slid them over her thighs, down her knees, and then over her feet, looking up at her mischievously. Stepping into the tub was fine but when she had to sit, she needed Jager to help. He held her arms and slowly lowered her into the water. She sighed contentedly at the effects of the warmth. He grabbed a plastic cup from the side of the tub and began pouring water over her back and chest. She watched him the whole time, as he lathered up her good arm with a bar of soap, massaging her with his fingers as he worked it into her skin. Never once did he slink away from any of her bruises.

He helped her to sit up and began washing her back, gently, but with much more expertise than she would have imagined, obviously from years of bathing two rowdy boys. He rinsed off the soap with the cup before having her lean back again. When he began rubbing the soap over her chest, he made eye contact and his sneaky, mischievous grin returned. He lathered his hands and rubbed them over Tatum’s neck and shoulders, all the while smiling like a dirty minded teenager.

Before he began on her breast, he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue softly caressing hers. “This is going to be the best bath you’ve ever had,” he said, smiling against her lips. She felt her cheeks flush and her nipples grow hard. She couldn’t help but smile back at him. He worked the bar of soap between his hands and slid one over her left breast first, then the right. Involuntarily, her eyes closed. She moaned as she slid down into the tub further. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers to the point that it was almost painful. Tatum tilted her head back, arching her back as best as she could, pushing them further into his hands. Keeping one on her right breast, his left hand slid slowly down her torso, taking extra care as he rubbed his soapy hands over her ribs. In the light of the bathroom, he could see how much worse the bruising was then he originally thought.

He massaged the soap into her stomach, twirling his thumb around the outside of her belly button in a way that had he been any other person would seem funny, but to her, it was erotic. The way his long fingers were splayed out on her skin, his palm resting just above her pubic bone. Just like that, she was soaking, and it had nothing to do with the water in the bathtub. Jagers other hand slid away from her breast and up her neck. She watched him. He always looked like he knew something and wasn’t telling her. Like, there was a funny secret that only he knew. The way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, like everything about her he found amusing. His lips were always smiling, even when he wasn’t trying.

He pressed them to hers then as he began his slow, torturous decent to the one place she craved him the most. This kiss was softer, needier. His tongue stroked hers before he grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth and licked it, sucked it, and then deepened his kiss. They were both breathing heavily as his fingers found their place. Tatum sighed against his mouth as he rubbed the soap into her, closing her eyes and sliding down another little bit, pushing his hand onto her harder.

Jager smiled, his forehead on hers. “You like that?” he asked devilishly.

Tatum nodded, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he pushed two fingers inside of her. He worked her over better than she could ever remember. It was less than two minutes before she came crumbling down around him. She wondered idly where he learned to do that so good, but then pushed the unwanted thought to the back of her mind.

When she was done, Jager kept on, lifting her legs in the air, one at a time and washing them, as if nothing happened. The only tell tale sign he’d been witness to, responsible for her brain numbing orgasm, was the smug smile on his lips. He finished up on her toes and picked up the cup to give her another rinse when Tatum burst out laughing. He looked around, trying to figure out what it was that was so funny but came up short.

“You alright?” he asked, trying hard not to laugh back at her as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She covered her eyes with her hand, tried to reign herself in with deep breaths and gain some composure but not before her eyes darted to the end of the bath once more and she lost it again.

Taking a deep breath she pointed to the toys lined up by the faucet. Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb stood with bad posture, the fingers of one hand pressed together with the same ones on the other hand as he grinned evilly toward Tatum while Ninja Turtle Leonardo held a hand to his mouth, his eyes wide and his lips forever hanging open in shock at what he just bared witness to.

Jager caught on then and started laughing uncontrollably with Tate. His poor kid’s toys were indefinitely corrupted.