Chapter Twenty-Eight

Ever

“S o, the last thing that we need to tell you is that Hunt is planning to invite Liam to the shipping yard in order to discuss business as Liam’s apparently stolen two of his clients that were into the stolen art side of what Hunt is doing,” Cash starts to explain.

I sort of skipped some stuff when I was filling him in, and he probably was wondering why Amelia was brought into it at all.

Whoops.

“Liam is doing art again?” Alaric asks, surprise in his voice.

“Apparently so, I have to admit that we were just as surprised as you, of all the clients that we expected him to steal; it wasn’t the art ones.” Cash replies.

“It’s what he used to do, what he was mainly interested in before the drugs, guns, and people. Although he was never a fan of the people side of it, that was all Blake,” Alaric explains.

“That’s definitely interesting that he’s gone back to that,” I reply.

“It is, sorry Cash we got off track again, you were saying?”

“They don’t want to talk business with him; theyre planning to kill him, which is why Hunt is comfortable for Liam to see the shipping yard; he doesn’t plan on letting him leave it alive,” Cash says.

“Okay, well, we can use that to our advantage. Leave it with me; I will call Liam and give him a heads up; it would be good if he could arrange the meeting when the big shipment is supposed to be coming in; we can then stop that from going ahead and stop Hunt all at the same time. I will see what I can come up with after speaking to Liam, and then I’ll let you know.” Alaric says, and I can tell from the sound of his voice that the wheels in his head are turning, and he is trying to figure out what the next step is and how best to handle the situation with the optimal result.

“Sound’s good. We’ll leave it with you, and hopefully hear from you soon with an idea of what the plan is,” Cash replies, and then adds, “we haven’t filled Trick in yet since it’s so late and they’re all asleep; we will do that tomorrow as we’ll be heading back as soon as we can.”

“Great, speak soon,” Alaric says and then hangs up.

We take a moment just to absorb everything that’s happened in the phone call and then I say, “We want to get back as quickly as possible, so instead of staying up and waiting for the others to get in so we can tell them what happened, why don’t we leave them a note explaining it and go and get some sleep so we can leave in the morning, to get back home. You and I can share the driving, and they can all sleep.”

Cash nods, “Yeah, that’s a great idea. Otherwise, we will be sleeping all day tomorrow and driving overnight, and we still might not get home until the day after that. I want to get back now; I miss my bed and the guys, and more importantly, Rafe’s cooking.”

I giggle, “Rafe’s cooking is more important than the guys?”

Cash nods seriously, although there is a teasing glint in his eye, and I know he’s not serious when he replies, “Oh yeah, absolutely.”

“Liar,” I retort and then add, “help me find some paper and a pen and I’ll write a note for the guys, explain what happened briefly and explain the plan for you and me to drive back in the morning.”

“Yeah, do that, but we will set an alarm to wake us up in the morning just in case since they might miss the note or something,” Cash suggests, and I nod in agreement.

We spend the next few minutes searching high and low for what we need to write the note until we finally find it in the cupboard next to the fridge for some strange fucking reason.

Once we have got that all written out, and put in a place that hopefully they will all see, Cash and I head to our room to get some sleep.

Getting under the covers, Cash wraps his arms around me bringing my back tightly against his chest and curling around me. I should go to sleep since we have got a lot of driving to do tomorrow and we both need to be well rested in order to do it. The thing is I very suddenly don’t want to sleep.

“Want to play?” I mutter in the darkness of the room.

Cash’s low chuckle sends a warm shiver down my spine as his lips start to kiss a line from my shoulder and up my neck. His lips reach my ear, as he nips it once, making all the tiny hairs on my neck stand up in anticipation, as he whispers, “I was hoping you were going to ask me that.”

I groan as he bites down again, and then soothes the sting with his tongue as he kisses down my neck, his lips traveling lower as he turns me, and his mouth wastes no time in capturing my nipple, he bites down, and my back arches as a scream rips from me as the pleasure intensely shoots through me and his tongue swirls, soothing the delicious sting. He drags his tongue over the swell of my boob, and down between them both as his tongue moves straight down my stomach; my legs fall open, allowing him access as his tongue, parts my folds, he starts to move, and I stop him, pulling him so that his dick is at the perfect angle for my mouth.

As he sucks my clit, I take him in my mouth, causing him to let out a groan of pleasure that has me echoing it, thanks to the vibrations his groan caused on my clit. Using my hand to hold him, I swirl my tongue around the tip before I take him in fully again, my other hand reaching around and gripping his ass. We both pick up the pace, changing the pressure, and I release his dick with a pop as my orgasm quickly overtakes me making me yell out in pleasure.

I am still enjoying the aftershocks as he spins back around and slams into me. My back arches, and my nails dig into his shoulders, as he sets a relentless pace; and I lift my ass so he’s hitting the perfect angle as we both move together, my nails rake down his back to grip his ass as his lips meet mine in a frantic kiss, and we get lost in each other, nothing else matters but us.

My orgasm starts to build again, and he picks up pace, pounding into me relentlessly and driving my pleasure higher and higher until simultaneously we both cry out, our orgasms rushing through us until we both collapse in a sweaty and out-of-breath heap.

He pulls out and kisses me gently, pulling me in for a cuddle; after a few moments, he says, “I’m all sweaty; want to shower with me?”

“Fuck yes,” I reply, feeling the need to wash the sweat off me as well.

The shower is a quick one, both of us quickly realizing that we are more tired than we thought we were, and we quickly fall back into bed, Cash lying behind me once again, and me moving into the middle to make sure there is enough room for Jensen. It’s not until I'm seconds away from sleep that I realize that he’s not going to be coming to bed if he reads the note.

*********

The bed dips, and lips kiss my forehead, as the familiar scent of Jensen surrounds me, and I make a quiet sound of happiness.

“I love you, Angel,” he whispers, as he pulls me closer, and I go willingly laying my head on his chest and happy that he is home.

“Love you,” I mutter sleepily, already drifting back off.

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, holding me tightly as his breathing evens out and sleep beckons me once again.

*********

Shit, I think I vaguely remember that Jensen got into bed, which means we are late, or at least later than we wanted to be. I frown. We also set an alarm to wake us upand unless it went off and then Cash turned it off before it had a chance to wake me, it has not gone off yet.

Just as I am trying to work up the courage, or rather motivation, to get the fuck up and check what is going on, said alarm starts blaring, and all three of us groan.

“No,” Jensen mutters.

“I swear I only just fell asleep,” Cash adds.

I just grumble something unintelligently, something that I couldn’t even tell you what I said. I have no idea; I just know that I am not happy that the alarm is going off.

Cash groans, kisses my shoulder and then I feel the bed shift, “I’m going to make coffee and wake the others up. Get dressed you two, and we can get home quicker.”

He said the magic word, well, two of them actually, home and coffee.

Jensen’s arms grab me, pulling me to him. He grumbles, “No, Ever cuddles. Not getting up. Fuck off.”

I burst out laughing at the stilted way that he speaks, “Quick cuddles and then we get up so we can go home.”

Jensen sighs, although I feel his lips tilt up against my shoulder, “Fine. But I get cuddles first.”

“I feel like I am missing out here. I have definitely got the wrong end of the stick,” Cash mutters.

“Come back to bed and have cuddles then,” Jensen replies, his voice thick with sleep.

Cash groans like it actually physically pains him to say no as he replies, “I can’t. If I come back to bed for cuddles, we will all end up going back to sleep, and we have got shit to do.”

“So sensible,” Jensen mutters.

“Get up,” Cash replies firmly.

I pull away from Jensen, and he grumbles but sits up, “I’m up. You owe me cuddles.”

“I do?” Cash asks jokingly.

Jensen’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he replies, “Yes, you do.”

“Deal,” Cash laughs, “get up.”

“Fine,” Jensen chuckles.

As Jensen and I get dressed, we hear Cash waking Quinn and Ezra up, with much of the same response that he had trying to get us up. He was even told to come cuddle instead, which made Jensen and me laugh. When we make it out to the main area of the safe house, they are just coming out of their room, both of them still in their pyjamas which is damn cute, and I snap a pic and send it to Lyric, knowing that she will appreciate it. Cash hands them both travel mugs. We really do want to get going as quickly as possible.

“Did you guys read the note we left you?” Cash asks.

“Yeah, we didn’t get in as late as we did the night before. We actually had some news ourselves,” Ezra replies, yawning.

“Oh?” I ask.

“Yeah, we’ll fill you in when we call Trick and the others, but there’s no point in telling it twice,” Jensen says.

“Sounds good, are you guys ready to go?” Cash asks us all.

I nod, along with the others and we all grab our bags, before locking the door to the safe house, sending a message to the team that oversees the upkeep of them to let them know that we’ve left and they can go in and do their thing, cleaning and that sort of thing, kind of like a holiday home I guess.

We all pile in the car, Cash, and me in the front, while Jensen, Quinn, and Ezra all pile into the back. Quinn apparently isn’t a morning person because he hasn’t said a single word and as soon as we have pulled out of the city, he rolls his sweater up under his head and promptly falls back to sleep.

“We’d better call Trick and give everyone the update before you two fall asleep as well,” I tease.

“Good idea, I can feel myself going,” Ezra replies.

Jensen yawns and nods, “Me too.”

Cash calls Trick using the link to the car so we can all hear him, and he can hear all of us.”

“Hey, is everything okay?” Trick asks immediately, “You’re calling a bit later than you did the last couple of days.”

“We’re all good, we've actually got some good news,” Cash replies. He then goes on to explain everything that happened, what we witnessed, what we learned and also what was discussed with Alaric.

“That’s great news,” Trick replies, “I’m glad you guys are heading home today, we’re all missing you and none of us were entirely comfortable having Ever that close to Hunt and knowing that he’s looking for her.”

“Yeah, we’re all glad to head home and have a really good fucking lead, too,” I reply.

“Jensen, what about you guys? Did you see anything?” Trick asks.

“Yeah, we followed some trucks into the second entrance because Quinn recognized the drivers as being people who worked with Hunt. They all cleared off for some reason, and we were able to see what was in the crates that they were unloading; it was a massive shipment of guns, and we got all the usual things we need for evidence.” Jensen explains, and I know he is giving us the simple version because he’s so tired.

“How come it took you guys so long to get home then? Hunt’s people said the shipment was arriving as they spoke, so you should have come back around the same time we did?” I ask curiously.

Ezra yawns and replies, “We sort of got stuck, we had to wait until the gates opened again and we could sneak out without drawing any attention to ourselves.”

“That took longer than we thought, and we ended up not getting out until the trucks that we followed left, so it took a few hours.” Jensen carries on the explanation.

“Okay, that makes sense,” Trick replies and then adds, “You sound absolutely exhausted. Get some sleep, and we will see you at home soon.”

“Bye,” I say, and we hang up.

I don’t bother asking them any questions about what happened on their end; there is absolutely no point since a quick glance behind me tells me that they are both already fast asleep.

I share a smile with Cash, who of course has noticed the same thing that I have. Neither of us speak as we continue to drive though not wanting to wake any of them up since they must have only gotten an hour or so of sleep before they had to get up again. Not that Cash and I didn't get much more but we got enough that we are safe to drive and that is the main thing right now.

My phone pings with a text, and I glance down immediately, smiling as I read it.

Rafe: Any requests for what you want for dinner?

Me: Something super comforting we are all exhausted and I have missed your cooking almost as much as I have missed you.

Rafe: I can guarantee that I have missed you more and comforting I can work with.

Me: You are the best.

Rafe: I know. How far away are you?

Me: We are nearly halfway and at the point where I am going to switch with Cash, so if I stop replying that’s why.

Rafe: Okay, Baby, drive safe. I will make sure that there is something comforting waiting for you guys when you get home.

Me: Thank you.

Rafe: Oh, and heads up, Trick got bored and worried in your absence.

Me: He rearranged the front room again, didn’t he?

Rafe: Lol, yep, you guessed it in one. Don’t worry. Luc has been making him rest, too, since he’s only just had his cast off, and we stepped in as soon as we realized what he was doing so he didn’t strain his leg too much, although he’s been doing really well with his rehab, so it’s more of a precaution now than something that we’re actually worried about.

Me: You know, I think I would be more surprised if he didn’t do it. He always rearranges one of the rooms when some of us go on a job, and he is left at home. The front room was a guess purely because it has been a while since he has rearranged that one.

Rafe: Yeah, it was a good guess. To be honest, I do prefer it this way but don’t tell him.

Me: Don’t worry, I won't.

I leave the conversation there since we are getting close to a service station. Instead, I quietly talk to Cash while the others are still fast asleep.

“Guess what Trick did?” I ask with a smile.

“I’m going to assume that he rearranged something?” Cash smirks.

I giggle, “Yep, the guys stopped him from putting any strain on his leg, though.”

“Good,” Cash replies, “I don’t think he would handle it very well if he had to have his leg in a cast again or anything, actually.”

“I’d say hopefully it won't happen again, but it’s more likely to happen in our line of work,” I reply with a frown.

“I think it will just be one of those things that we hope doesn’t happen, but we need to be aware of it just in case it does,” Cash suggests.

“Oh, absolutely,” I reply. I then bring the conversation back to the point that I originally wanted to make and say, “There’s a place that we can switch just up here.”