Page 59 of The Beta: Part Three
“Exactly. And then there's this,” he clicks around for a moment then points to a number where the location of their birth's should be listed. “What the fuck is that?”
“I don't know, Nathan. It looks like something that is squarely in your department.” I stare at the numbers for a minute, then it clicks. “Coordinates. Like when we used to do that geo-cache stuff when we were kids.”
Nathan's eyes light up and he does more clicking and tapping, then he starts whisper-yelling. “Holy shit, Trent, you're right! That's exactly what it is. I forgot about that.” More clicking, then more quiet cursing. “On the coast. A few hours away. In the wilds, nowhere near a residential area.”
“Who'd be stupid enough to leave this big of a trail? I mean, you're amazing for finding it, but this is pretty obvious. Who signed off on their registration?”
He goes back to that screen and starts shaking his head. “No wonder it was so hard to get into his files. That firewall was intense, and then everything is written in half-assed code. I'm saving this. I want to print it, but I'd rather do it somewhere else. Give me your phone.” I hand it to him and watch him take a picture of the registrations with both our phones, and then do the same with the screen showing the coordinate locations. “That way there's more than just my phone with it on there, back up, you know?”
I nod. When Nathan hands my phone back I scan the picture of the registration to see who signed off on it. “Fucking Crane? How many more are there like this?”
“We're going to find out right now. As much as we can, anyway. Getting through the firewall he had in place was like walking through knee-deep mud. If I have to do that again it's going to take a while. And I never would have realized what those numbers were if you hadn't been here. It would have driven me crazy. Marcus is going to shit.”
I want to groan. No. I want to throw an entire fit. I want to throw computers and desks and filing cabinets out the fucking windows. I might even want to start throwing secretaries and clerks out windows. I want to go the hell home, not stay here and help Nathan do smart shit. I'm glad I was here to recognize the geo-cache thing, but now we're going to have to be here even longer.
“I'm calling Talia to find out what's for dinner. And I want to ask Jasper what snacks he wants for the movie.” I don't care what Talia makes for dinner, I'll eat it and probably love it. And I don't care about the movie, I'm sure it's going to be just as awful as every other movie he puts on. I just want to talk to them.
“I'm sorry, Trent. I know you're done with this shit. Thank you for being here with me. I do better when you're here. It won't be long before we can do all this stuff from home. Half the point of being here is so Marcus and Thaddeus can see how the other council members react to what we're doing. Once we get the go-ahead, I can do almost all of the computer stuff from home.”
“It's okay. I know we need to do all this. I just want to go home.” I pull out my phone and dial Talia. I've actually noticed a shift in all of us in regard to who we call first, we meaning me and Nathan, Devon, Kaleb. Corso and the others were already there. I don't know exactly when it started, but when we call home, we call her. Before, we would have called Jasper. When something is wrong, or I get anxious, I want both of them fucking immediately, but now I say Talia and Jasper more often than I say Jasper and Talia. I'd feel shitty about it, but Jasper's the same. He's changing, a little more every day. It sounds stupid, but it makes me think of how the planets rotate around the sun, not exactly, but kind of. We thought Jasper was the sun, until Talia came. Now it's like she's the sun, and he's constantly making tight loops around her, and we're making bigger, slower loops around both of them. He's at the center as much as she is, but it's her that keeps the grass growing, even for him. Maybe I'm about to have a nervous breakdown or a psychotic flip. Comparing us to planets or some shit. I'm ridiculous. What the fuck.
“Hey,” Talia answers a little breathlessly. “Are you alright? What's wrong?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to check on you. Why are you out of breath? You're not supposed to be doing anything that would get you out of breath. Where's Kaleb and Alex?”
Her laugh is a little husky. “Liar. You're worked up about something. And Kaleb is right here. He's why I'm out of breath. I swear I think I need to fuck twelve times a day. Alex and Jasper went to the store to get a few things for dinner. Pepperoni and olives are involved, but it isn't pizza. You probably have time to catch them if you need them to grab anything for you.” Of course she's talking about grocery store runs and dinner ingredients while she's fucking Kaleb. He's probably laughing his ass off.
“I was worked up, but I feel better now that I've talked to you. If you were a sweet girl, you'd send me a fun picture to tide me over till I get home.”
“I'm not a sweet girl, but I'll still send you a picture. Where's Nathan?” I hear jostling, and Kaleb laughing. Then my phone buzzes with a notification. I lick my lips when I see the picture. She's perched on the kitchen counter, with bowls of stuff and spices on either side of her. She's wearing my blue flannel shirt, it's unbuttoned and her gorgeous tits are catching the light in the best way. Her little rounded stomach is clearly and beautifully visible, and just below that I can see her thighs spread wide around Kaleb's hips. I immediately forward it to Nathan.
“Damn, darlin, just make my life hard, why don't you? Can I get some of that when I get home?”
She giggles. God, I love when she giggles. I'll never get tired of hearing it. “You can have whatever you want when you get home. Do you feel better now?” Her words are cut short by a gasp, and I can hear Kaleb murmuring something in the background that makes her moan into my ear.
“I do. I'm going to get back to work rushing Nathan so we can get home faster.”
“Wait! You send me a picture. I know your dick's hard right now.”
I groan into the phone. My dick is hard, but I can't whip it out in the middle of a council office.
“Pretty please?”
Fuck it, yes I can. “I hope your dad comes in here and catches me taking a picture of my cock to send to his daughter. You're a terrible influence on me, Talia. Just awful.” I undo my belt and pull down my zipper.
“Fuck, I love that sound.” She's panting on her end, and I can hear the sound of Kaleb's body meeting hers. It just makes me that much harder, which is good for the picture I'm about to take.
“What sound, darlin?” I angle the phone down and take the picture of my hand wrapped tight around me, there's even a drop of precum on the head. She's going to love it.
She moans again, “the belt, the zipper.”
Good to know. I'll definitely be using that to my advantage. Then she gasps. “That's a hot fucking picture, Trent. I might cum all over Kaleb's dick while I'm drooling over a picture of yours.”
“I'm going to go now. I absolutely do not want your dad walking in here catching me jerking off while I'm on the phone with you. You're mine when I get home, baby. See you in a little while.” Then I end the call with more giggling coming from her end.
“I can't believe you took your dick out in the council building.” Nathan can totally believe it, though. He just wants to sound like he's clutching his pearls.
I shrug and do up my pants. “She said pretty please. What else was I supposed to do?”
