Chapter Nineteen Babe

CHAPTER NINETEEN: BABE

I stare in horror at where I'm joined with Min as reality sucker punches me. I just took Min's virginity without realizing it. What kind of man does that make me? I feel my dick shriveling with disgust as I step away from her.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

"I didn't know… You should have said… What have I done?" I mumble as I keep stepping backwards until my back hits the wall.

Min steps into my space and grasps my face with hands. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask. "I would have taken care of you. Why didn't you let me take care of you?"

"Babe, you took care of me. At least you were taking care of me before you freaked out and stumbled away. I don't understand why you're so upset. You did exactly what I needed you to do. You got me ready with two mind-blowing orgasms. Then you stretched me with your fingers so I could take your fat cock. What more could you have done to prepare me?"

I open my mouth and close it. What would have I done differently, except be aware of what I was doing? "You should have told me."

"Truthfully, I didn't think about it. All I could think about was you and wanting you inside me. I wasn't even certain I was still a virgin. I've experimented with toys, but I guess I didn't puncture my hymen. You made me feel amazing, and I knew I was ready to take you. I told you to move, but you walked away. Are you disgusted by me?"

I grab her and hold her close. "Of course not. You're the most gorgeous and perfect woman I've ever known."

"Then why don't you finish what you started?" Min sasses.

Hoisting her up, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My dick's sandwiched between our bodies. Min uses her strength to rub her pussy along my length. By the time I walk us back to the bed, I'm hard again.

She falls back onto the bed without releasing her grip around my waist. I guess my baby girl is afraid I'll bolt again. Not going to happen. Reaching between us, I slide my finger through her folds and find she's still fucking wet for me. But I don't want to rush her, so I finger her clit until she's squirming. With our eyes locked, I plunder her pussy with my finger, brushing over her g-spot until she bucks with pleasure.

Before she comes down from her high, I position my cock at her entrance and slide in. Her moans and pants are music. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I slide in and out of her wet heat. I want to watch our joining, but I can't take my eyes off her face. The pleasure turns her features ethereal. I make a silent promise to her and myself that I'll put that expression on her face several times a day, every day, for the rest of our lives. After the shock of discovering she was a virgin, my primal brain locks onto the knowledge that I'm her first. Desire to own her and mark her as mine fuels my desire until I'm pounding into her. I need to claim her in every way a man can claim a woman.

Sex with Min is unlike any encounter I've ever had. The feel of her velvety heat surrounding my cock is heaven. I've never felt this way before. It's a perfect moment. It's the difference between being trapped in a cage and flying down the PCH on my bike. This right here, with Min, is the best life I could ever hope for and I'm never letting go.

She's thrusting her hips to meet mine and our coupling becomes almost violent in its intensity. When we lock eyes, that's all it takes for me to hurdle over the edge. Streams of cum shoot out of my cock as the orgasm rolls through me in waves. Holy fucking shit. I've never cum so hard.

I want to collapse onto the bed and wrap Min up in my arms, but I know I need to take care of my girl. Sliding out of her, both of us protesting at the lack of connection. I grab a towel and clean us both off. I grimace at the sight of blood, remembering how I took her virginity without finesse.

Sliding down next to Min, I wrap her in my arms and kiss her shoulder.

"Is it always like that?" Min asks.

"Only between us," I assure her. "That was powerful." Pinching her hip, I make her yelp. "I'm still mad at you for not telling me you were a virgin."

"I'm sorry," Min says, then gives me a smirk. "I promise I'll tell you next time."

Growling, I attack her neck, making her squeal.

Pounding on the door interrupts our post-coital snuggle. We can't pretend we're not in here. I'm certain everyone in the clubhouse heard us.

I stand up and pull on my jeans before opening the door wide enough to see who's on the other side. Mode. Fucker.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"We got a lead. I thought you might be interested in finishing the job you came here to do?"

"What kind of lead?" Min asks, stepping up next to me. She's put on my shirt, so at least she's not still naked. But I pull her behind me when I spot Mode checking out her legs. Min slaps at me as she fights my maneuver.

"Your guess paid off. The old community center. Recently purchased by a church group. God's Chosen Patriots."

"Jeez, what an idiot."

Mode nods. "Had two prospects drive over there in a cage to get a feel for the place. They took a drone with them and got some images. I think you'll recognize at least one person."

Min and I share a glance before I close the door so we can get dressed. A few minutes later, we're in Mode's office watching the monitor. The drone provides a clear image of the outside of the community center as it circles around the building before going in for a closer look.

"Did they just purchase this building?" Min asks.

"No, they bought it at the same time as the church. Made me wonder if they made other purchases. I've reached out to Maestro. He has a program that scours through public records."

"Yeah, I heard that. He built it for his dad, stepdad, Alexander Marquette. He's big in San Diego Real Estate," I tell him.

"Look," Min says, pointing to the image of four men standing inside the building. The one with his back to us has black hair. We can identify the other three. Billings stands to the left of Theodore Jordan, while Dr. Blankenship stands to his right. The two remaining men we need to capture and return to San Diego.

"Let's go," I say.

"Hold up, you haven't seen everything," Mode says.

The drone shits to the adjoining room. There, we can see cots with four young girls laying naked on top of them. Each girl has her hands bound above her head, with her legs hanging over the edge. Their pussies are on display to whoever enters. Since each is in a similar position, I have to guess that someone fastened their legs to force them to remain in position. Fuckers.

"All the more reason to go," I insist.

"Just wait," Mode argues as the drone brings into focus what has him so concerned. A third room filled with boxes and tables. I spot handguns and drugs laying on the tables. On the wall hang a variety of shotguns and automatic weapons. Jordan has a fucking arsenal. When the drone moves again, I see the real reason Mode is reluctant for us to attack the community center. In a room larger than the previous three are dozens of men dressed for battle. They're wearing black cargo pants, black t-shirts, and each of them is armed with guns and knives. I count at least two dozen men.

"Well fuck, they look like they're getting ready for a battle," I mutter.

"I think they are. Not sure what's happening, but if we try to rescue those girls or capture those men, we'll likely fail. We need to talk it over with Chrome, because we don't have the manpower to take them down. "

We find Chrome in the common room, sitting with Cicely and Scorch. Both men have a beer in front of them, while she's sipping on a glass of wine.

"Hey Prez, we have a problem," Mode says.

"Church!" Chrome calls out. Scorch takes off to round everyone up while Chrome turns to Min. "I know this concerns you, too, but I can't let you attend. Will you trust Babe to speak for your partnership?"

I raise my eyebrows in surprise at Chrome's attempt at diplomacy. As the President, he doesn't need her permission. But the respect he's showing her says she's earned it.

"Of course," Min says. "I'll stay with Cicely."

"Thanks," I say to Chrome as we drop our phones in the box outside our meeting room. Scorch is the last one in.

Mode gives them the rundown of what he's discovered, before showing them the video.

"I contacted the prospects to tell them to come back. We got the information we needed. Better to get them away from the action if we decide to call in the cops."

"Call in the cops?" Scorch bellows. "What the fuck? Since when do we work with the fucking pigs?"