Bad Ideas

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Chapter 25

Kam

Tuesday morning

***

Shay was home. It was a relief and wonderful, only I didn't expect her to be a babysitter for my fiancé's dad. It was a little strange that our family was so....close. I pushed it aside and realized maybe I should focus on real problems.

Like my job. I continued to search through the data provided to us and yet again I came up empty handed like usual. Not one of the agents I was told to look into seemed to be the guy trafficking or killing these girls. I mean the guy could have been a real genius, but I didn't think so--

That word stalled my thinking.

My mind went to Cynthia. She was a girl. And a genius. I looked at the computer screen. I'd only been looking at profiles of men. I checked the files and in my emails found a backup email I missed. It was attached to the first one.

"Fuck." I chided myself. "How did I not see this?"

I started checking the profiles of the women hoping I soon found a lead. The first 10 profiles were worthless to me. Small time FBI agents who were reliable and not suspect. Nothing weird showed up. For hours and hours I sat and searched. Then there right in front of me her image popped up. As happy as I was to see her face because I finally figured it out. I was also hit with a pounding headache and a sour stomach.

I reached for the phone and dialed the only person who would just do as I said without a million questions.

"Hello, boss."

"That fucking Josey girl is who we are looking for. She's a disgraced FBI agent who was fired for stalking a previous client."

"What's the plan?"

"For now befriend her. Get in her house and see if you find anything."

"Oh, you are trying to ruin the life I just got back."

"She's killing kids. The ones she doesn't kill are turned into sex trafficking victims." I raged into the phone.

"Fine." Shayla hung up for me. She really was always the unsung hero. This time though I would take all the blame. Actually this time I'd fix it. I called her back.

"What?"

"Your girlfriend works for us. Just fucking tell her what's up. I bet she'd help. It could be a little adventure for the two of you."

"That's either a horrible idea or a great one. I'm on it."

"Smart."

"Don't call me again. I'm watching a kid here."

"Yeah, you have Cyn. You're fine."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll put the kid down for a nap and talk to her. Send me some info so I don't sound like a quack."

"Alright, I will."

I hung up and sent her the information. Maybe someday soon I'll be able to relax.

****

Stan

***

"Babe, I think this is the perfect venue." I told Scott, hugging him.

We were checking out places to have our unconventional wedding at. With our partnership there was no legality to it. It was going to be more of a ceremonial process where we sort of just are going to say vows to each other.

We were standing in an old temple that was turned into an event hall. The ceilings were painted in cherubs and angels with various scenes of love and happiness. On the walls there were flowers and Ivy sprouting up the wall. It was gorgeous.

"I think so too. Will Kam like it?"

"Who cares." I said absently.

Scott looked at me funny, but let it go for the moment. I was mad at Kam. It's hard to explain, and a little selfish. But he'd already swindled Shayla into doing his dirty work for him and as usual she'd be putting herself in the line of fire because he asked her too. And still, he misses coming here with us? Made me pissy.

Scott and I didn't say much to each other through the viewing of the building or through the grocery store buying some ingredients for tonight's dinner. Scott didn't even really talk to me while we were cooking.

"Alright, what gives?" I finally asked. The food was done. Everything was cooling off. We were standing together drinking our wine. It all should be peaceful, but for his heavy sighs.

"When you two fight it puts a strain on everything else." Scott whispered, coming up behind me to talk in my ear.

"What did you promise the last time this happened?"

I tried to remember. "I said you could help me with the tension." I groaned knowing what was coming.

"Yea, you did, lover."

His hands gripped my waist, "Push those pants down, Stanford." He told me in the most strict of strict voices.

I hurried and did as he said, when my ass was bare to the world he pushed my shoulders forward into the counter. He teased my hole with his finger, spitting on it first, then he pushed it inside me making me moan.

"Just relax, Stanbaby. It's going to all be okay." He whispered, pulling his finger out, replacing it with his dick.

"Fuck." I screamed, grabbing on to the counter. "Oh, shit. Scotty, please."

"I'm pleasing you already, babe." He told me, reaching a hand around me to pump my dick up and down.

"Fuck."

I moaned and clenched my teeth together when he started hammering me hard enough to move my entire body across the counter. Scott was the only man who I ever let touch me like this. Sometime I'll have to tell that story. It's hot. And seriously Scotty is a sexy man.

"Fuck." I yelled again when I came from his hand working me over. He didn't let me go though. He allowed me to ride that wave while fucking me from behind. His hand never stopped pumping.

"God damn it." I whined. "Please, Scott. Please."

"We are working out your problems. A few more minutes."

The front door swung open with Kam coming in with a smile and a bottle of wine. He stopped, looked at us and snickered.

"Are you mad at me again?" He asked with a giggle.

"He won't be in a few minutes. Go take a shower, dear." Scott waved him on.

Kam blew a kiss at me and walked away. I didn't miss his bulge in his pants. Fuck. I closed my eyes and focused on the dick inside me and the rhythm of my heartbeat. Soon I was calmer and cumming again. Scott thrust into me, kissing my shoulder.

"That's it, Stan. That's it." He whispered as he came deep inside me.

He was right. When he was done I was much calmer and ready to talk. After a shower and disinfecting the kitchen.

a/n: if you're reading this vote and comment. You know that made you laugh hahah....Meg*