Page 63 of Irons

As Addie was rounded up with the other kids, I looked over at Wrenly and she lost her smile as the kids were led away to the theater.

“What’s wrong?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “They look healthy and happy, excited to have a night with their friends, but there’s children over in the apartments and in the medical center that may never know this kind of joy.”

I put my arm around her. “They’ll be going home soon.”

She looked up at me. “What home? The orphanages? It’s not like they have loving parents that will welcome them home.”

I leaned in and kissed her temple. “It’s not like we have a choice, they can’t stay. Not unless we want to further the tensions between the U.S. and Eastern Europe. They might not have the same chances as the kids here do at happiness, but they are safe and hopefully they’ll still find homes in their own country with their own people.”

She looked down at her feet. “Here we are celebrating while they lay in hospital beds or in a strange apartment. I know they’re scared.”

I sighed. “We are celebrating the safe return of our operatives, not what is happening with the kids. We have to do this to boost morale and thank our operatives for a successful mission.”

She gave me a halfhearted smile and nodded. “You’re right, the operatives deserve this kind of welcome home.”

I squeezed her from the side again then kissed her cheek. “Let’s both get a drink and try to relax.”

She nodded in agreement, and we walked to the bar. That one decision led to one insane night. Morgan and Creed went home early, then followed Steph and Granger, and finally Bolton and Darren. All that was left was a bunch of crazy singles that let the stress and exhaustion get the better of us.

First, we had wine with dinner, then we both grabbed a beer, then came shots, then came fucking Karaoke. That’s right, a room full of off duty operatives, Felicity’s girls, alcohol induced courage, and a night that would go down in Creed’s Lake history as a night to learn from and not allow it to happen again.

Drakos started it, of course it was that fucker. Who else would it have been? Who else would have turned a welcome home party into Club X on steroids when it wasn’t even a kids bedtime yet? Why that party out of all the welcome home parties we threw? We may never have known why, but eventually we did.

One minute we were waiting for someone, or anyone to volunteer to be the first to pick a song and start the night of horrible singing, then before you knew it, Axton was on stage singing Jolene by Dolly Parton. Funny thing was, we didn’t have a fucking stage in the banquet room when we started. Nobody knew where the fuck it came from.

Of course, as you look at the stage and laugh, you almost puke from laughing so hard when Drakos crawled in front of him with Melissa riding him like a horse and smacking his ass. Then there was Patrick rambling on and on about the importance of genealogy DNA and building a family tree. He was crying and saying that you couldn’t even trust your own family. Absolutely nobody was listening, and he was talking to himself.

Then there was Magnus, holy fucking shit, Magnus. He just came home from a mission and was so fucked up, he wasin the corner getting a blow job. Not by one of Felicity’s girls, but one of our more conservative female operatives. Well, that escalated when one of Felicity’s girls joined them. He was getting sucked off by one and the other sat on his face.

He wasn’t the only one, it was literally Club X After Dark. Hell, Hankins bend a woman over our table and started pounding into her as Wrenly and I quickly jumped from our seats to get away.

Then, Felicity’s girls must have decided it was a work night and started stripping. Axton started singing “Just A Swingin” by John Anderson. That mother fucker could not sing but wouldn’t let go of the damn microphone.

Wrenly, was literally on the floor crying and begging me to make her stop laughing. She was holding her stomach while laughing and crying at the same time.

The most disturbing was when I saw Sams jerking himself off but couldn’t get hard. He just kept doing it and looking down at his cock with confusion.

As for me, let’s just say there’s some things a real man will never admit doing while not only drunk, but high as fucking hell. The more time went on, the less I could remember. I just remember seeing a lot of half cocked dicks and tits.

Disaster

Wrenly

Something hit me and I groaned. My head was pounding and my eyes shot open when I realized something was very wrong. When I say very wrong, it’s an understatement. There was a body under me, and something was very soft inside me. Like, in my vagina. My eyes shot open, and I was naked, on top of Travis, and oh my God, we had sex. I moved and almost sat up when Travis took in a shocked breath and jumped. He looked up at me and I looked down at him. His eyes grew wide then shot down to between us. Which he only got a partial view of my boobs.

I reached up to put my hand on my head and groaned, then realized what was soft was suddenly not so soft anymore. My eyes shot back open to his and he looked absolutely frightened. “One move and we’re fucking, unless…what the fuck?” He looked around then back to me like I had all the answers.

I was so shocked I sat up and heard him hiss. A pain shot through my core. Jesus Christ he’s huge, so huge I was afraid to move.

My eyes shot down to him and he was laying there with his eyes closed and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowedhard. “How the fuck, and oh my God you feel good, but how the fuck?” He opened his eyes. “Wrenly, you’re either going to have to ride me or get up because you’re so fucking tight, and I won’t be able to hold back.”

I quickly lifted and he hissed like I hurt him. That was when something wet came out of me and suddenly I was trembling.

“What the fuck happened to us?” He was trying to sit up, but I was sitting on his erection because the most insane amount of fear took me over, and I froze. I could feel the tears building behind my eyes as I couldn’t move any part of my body. I was looking down at him then my eyes trailed down his chest where I didn’t just see tattoos and scars, but hickeys trailing from his neck down to his well-defined pecks.

He reached around me and pushed a box off his legs then reached for his head and groaned. “Please tell me my greatest dream didn’t come true while I was fucked up and can’t remember it.” He laid back and kept his hands on his head. “What the hell is happening? Fuck my head hurts.”

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