The rest of their night played out just like their shower had. After they were clean and had gotten dry, David escorted Brie into the bedroom and showed her who was boss. She loved every minute of it. For years, she had craved being taken control of like that. Finally, her darkest wishes had come to life.
For some reason unknown to him, David enjoyed the power she let him have over her. True, there were many nights when he was on top, but this was different. This was a whole new ball game that he wasn’t sure he knew the rules to, but found out instinctively that he had. He’d been on the receiving end, but never been the one giving until that night. It was fucking magical to him. He learned just how much she trusted and loved him.
No one in the world could have done anything like this to her and lived to tell the tale. She was far too independent and strong willed to allow any man to take advantage of her like that. Any man, that was, besides David. Her husband, her lover, her friend. The man who had saved her life and stood by her side through thick and thin for almost eight years. There was nothing that she wouldn’t have done for him, and she knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
After releasing her from her bonds, David pulled her against him and held her. “Why have you never told me about how rough you like sex?”
“Because I was afraid of how you’d react.”
“Were you scared that I’d leave you or call you a freak or something like that?”
“Not that you’d leave me, no. But that you’d call me a freak and tell me I was out of my mind.”
He laughed. “Well, you ARE out of you mind, but you’re not a freak for wanting thing to be rough like that. I’ve been on the receiving end of that kind of stuff. It was OK, but I really enjoyed being the one dishing it
out instead of being the dish.”
She laughed. “I like being the dish. It’s relieving in some ways for me to have that control stripped from me.”
“Well, now that I know, I can do that for you more often.”
“Maybe.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I don’t like it all the time. It’s really only been here recently that I’ve started craving that.”
“How recently, baby?”
“The past year or so.”
“God damn it, Brie. You’ve got to tell me shit like that. I’m not mad, really, just a little disappointed.”
“I understand, baby. I know I should have said something. It won’t happen again.”
He smiled and kissed her. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep things like that from me. Just talk
to me, Brie. You know you can talk to me about anything.”
She smiled, rubbing her cheek against the hair of his chest. “I know.”
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A long haired stranger approached the house through the woods. Morbus sat in his tree stand and watched. He’s gonna walk RIGHT into my trap, he thought as he watched the man walk through the freshly fallen snow. The sun was just peeking over the horizon.
The net that was buried in the snow came up and engulfed the stranger the moment he tripped the wire. “SHIT!” the man called and Morbus hopped out of his tree stand, landing lightly on his feet.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Morbus taunted as he walked up to the man in the net.
“One pissed off mother fucker if you don’t cut me down, REX”, the man yelled.
Morbus looked at the man. “FUZZ? Is it really you?”
“Yes, jack ass. Now let me out of here.”
Morbus pulled a knife out of the boot sheath he wore and cut a hole in the bottom of the net, letting Fuzz drop to the ground. “I’ll take you to David. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
Fuzz laughed bitterly. “I highly doubt that, Rex. David and I didn’t part on the most amicable of terms, you know.”
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Morbus knocked once and just walked in. “David, I’ve brought you a guest.”
David rounded the corner with a rifle in hand. He’d intended on unloading and cleaning it. Instead, when he saw the person with Morbus, it flew up to his shoulder. “Give me one good mother fucking reason not to blow your god damn head off, Fuzz.”
Fuzz’s hands went straight into the air. “David, come on, man. We used to be brothers. Put the gun down.”
“Mother fucker, you had better start talking because my trigger finger’s getting AWFULLY itchy.” David didn’t move. He kept the rifle trained on Fuzz’s forehead and sighted down the scope.
“I have information for you.”
“WHAT KIND?” David was getting impatient. His wife and children were in this house and Fuzz could have Utopians on his tail. Or, Fuzz could have been a spy. He didn’t know for sure and he wasn’t going to risk his children’s lives for this stupid fuck. He loved his kids too much.
“On how the fucking Utopians keep finding you and when they plan to hit you next, David.”
“Quick quiz before I put this gun down. On what tour did I lose the words to ‘The Game’ in the middle of the first verse?”
“Music As A Weapon II. I gave you shit for weeks over that.”
David let out the deep breath he’d holding and lowered the rifle. “You’re lucky you remembered that or I would have done what my wife did a couple days ago to her own cousin.”
“You’re married, man?”
David nodded, motioning Fuzz to take a seat as he did the same. “Yeah, with eight kids. Speaking of, I’m sorry about that, brother. I’ve got to think of my family first.”
“No, I totally understand, brother. I’d have done the same thing.”
“So, what do you have for me? This had better be good, too.”
“It’s good, brother. First, I just want to say that I’ve been looking for you guys for a long time. Every time I’d find out where you are, I’m too fucking late. You’ve all been moved.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, no kidding. But, anyway, my information. So, rumor has it you guys just got moved here?”
“Well, yes and no. My family and I are here, but the other guys aren’t.”
“That sucks, I wanted to see Mikey and Danny.”
David shrugged. “Sorry. It’s just me, my wife, and our eight monsters.”
“Oh, well. After our little talk, can I meet the woman that FINALLY got you to settle down?”
“Depends on the information you’ve got for me. Now, cut to the fucking chase, Fuzz. The foreplay is getting boring.”
“Trust you to bring sex into the conversation. ANYWAY, don’t you wonder how the Utopians found you?”
“Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I know how they found you, David.”
“Then spill it, Steve.”
“Does the name Commandant J.G Henchley mean anything to you?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s been leaking information to the Utopians on where your safe houses are.”
David sat in silence for several and just stared at Fuzz. Then, out of nowhere, he yelled out. “BRIE, CALL MATT!” He then turned back to Fuzz. “What else do you know, Fuzz?”
“When the next Utopian strike against you guys is. They already know the location of your new large safe house and plan on hitting it two weeks after you arrive.”
“I don’t know, Matt, you’ll just have to ask your brother in law”, Brie said as she walked into the room with David’s phone pressed to her ear. She handed it to her husband. “He’s not a happy person right now. He was running ops with the Ghost Team, when his phone started buzzing. He said that it had better be good.”
David kept her hand in his long enough to kiss her knuckles. “Thank you, love. Are you going back into the kitchen with the kids?”
“Yep, I think Maddie’s about to freak because you never yell at me like that. She looks scared.”
“I’ll talk to her after I talk to Matt.” He pressed his lips into the back of her hand again, saying, “Thank you, baby”, then putting the phone to his ear. “Matt, I hope you’re sitting down. I’ve got a bombshell to drop on you.”
“Like I told your wife, David, this had better be good. I was running an exercise with the Ghost Squad on the Director’s orders”, Matt said. He sounded pissed.
“How’s this for good, Matt? I have it on good authority that your former CO is leaking classified Agency information to the Utopians about the whereabouts of myself and the rest of the band.” David’s face was
calm, but inside he was pissed.
Matt didn’t have his brother in law’s decorum. “DO WHAT?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING WIT ME, DAVID!”
“Sorry, brother, but I’m not. If you’d like the information from the horse’s mouth, so to speak, grab a transport and get your Jarhead ass to my current safe house. Grab your aunt while you’re at it. I’m sure she’ll love to hear this little morsel for herself as well.”
“I’m heading to her office as soon as we hang up, David. Who is this source of yours, anyway?”
“Our former bassist, Fuzz. We may not have parted company on the best of terms when we were a band,
but he’s never steered me wrong.”
“Well, let me go and I’ll grab the Director and we’ll be there shortly. I want to hear what Fuzz has to say with my own two ears. I’m sure my Aunt will feel the same way.”
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