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Fiona fills in some gaps.

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Fiona giggled once more. "I think since we were both

being stupid about it, it cancels each other out. Some, anyway. But then I got
this message from Captain Linda Hayes in the Air Force, telling me that a
request had been put in for me to be paired up with you out here in California,
if I was interested in that."

"Well," he said, teasing her back, "you did

say you wanted me to reach out,”

"I did, and you agreed to my condition, because there

was no way I was coming without bringing Moira."

"Thanks for that."

"I did my homework first, though," she chided.

"Even after I'd accepted, I still had about a day to change my mind, so I
reached out to Xander and spent about five hours talking to him on the
phone."

"I thought you said you hadn't talked to him?"

"Yeah, well, I was lying, but most of the time I was

talking to him, I was asking about you."

"Oh, and that was enough to convince you?"

"Well, he answered a lot of questions, but the only

thing I really cared about was if you were still, y'know, you. Doing
good deeds without thinking too much about them in advance, trying to help
every lost soul you bump into. He said of course you were still you, and
probably even more you now than you'd ever been." She paused for a minute,
then continued. "He actually told me all about the poker game, and how you
were just trying to help one of Niko's friends, and had to do your best to save
nearly every damn person that you could, and the more about it he told me, the
more I knew that you hadn't changed a bit. Still jumping face first into the
firing line, just like Moira."

"I wish I could say I'd gotten a little wiser over the

years, but I don't know if that's true."

"If Niko, Ash and Emily are to be believed, I'd say

so," she said. "They certainly grilled the hell out of us before they
were okay letting us into the household. Emily's quite the little spitfire,
considering how short of a time she's known you. Very protective of you,
although maybe that's as much protective of Sarah as it is of you."

"Yeah, that's definitely a possibility," Andy

admitted. "Sarah's so insanely optimistic about things, maybe she needs Em
to keep her down to earth. And the poker game caused lots of ripples out here,
so everyone was a little on edge about all of it. Well, that and the fact that
I just made the decision to invite you entirely on my own without talking to
anyone in the household first. I mean, they'd told me to make sure I
invited someone of my own choosing, but I think they thought I would've talked
it out with them a little bit beforehand."

"And you didn't?"

"Didn't need to."

"That confident, were we?" she chuckled. "I

see we haven't entirely shed the overconfidence problem we had back in
high school."

"It was me taking a bit of agency back in my life, Fi.

And while it surprised everyone a bit around here, I don't think anyone really
complained, other than they hated waiting to learn more. I just figured, if you
said no, there was no reason getting everyone excited for nothing."

"Did you honestly think I would've said no?"

Andy shrugged a little. "It'd been over a decade, Fi. I

figured anything was possible."

"I suppose," she said. "So what do I need to

know about my new family? The short version, s'il vous plaît."

He smirked at her dipping into French for a moment. She

tended to do that when she was feeling particularly playful, knowing he didn't
speak a word of it. "Well, there's three levels of partner here in the
house, I guess. The fiancés, the partners and the staff."

"How did you decide which fell into which

category?"

"I mean, I mostly didn't decide, or I suppose,

basically they either chose to be partners or staff first and foremost, and
from there, the ones who felt the most emotionally connected to me decided they
wanted to eventually get married. I asked Aisling first, and she agreed, and
then Niko asked me before I could ask her. When I announced that, Emily and
Sarah both sort of insisted I accept their proposals as well."

"Much like I did," she said with a titter of

laughter.

"See? Not as different as you thought. Nicolette,

Jenny, Katie and Whitney all came here expressly because they wanted to be
staff, and not partners."

"And you're okay with that?" Her voice didn't have

a tone of judgment to it, just a hint of curiosity.

"It's what they wanted, so who am I to tell them that's

wrong?"

"That's completely fair," she said. "It just

surprises me that you sort of made peace with that so easily. I would've
thought you would've taken more time to get your head around it."

"After you get past the notion of the first one, it's

pretty easy to make peace with the rest, and Nicolette was very good at making
that clear to me early on. Katie's the weirdest of the cases, but we've made it
work."

"How so?"

"Oh," Andy said, amused in how offhandedly he mentioned

it, "she's completely a lesbian, so she gets everything secondhand."

"I'm sure there's a story behind that one."

"There is, but I was giving you an overview."

"Fair enough, Mr. Rook," she said, mirth layered

in her voice. "Do continue."

"Everyone who isn't a fiancé or a staff member falls

into the category of partner, but even there, there can be quite the range of
attachment."

"How many others are there that don't fall into either

category?"

"Eight, not counting you or Moira, with one more on the

way, and one more to maybe fall into staff but maybe into partner as
well."

She giggled a little. "You, sir, are drowning in

cunt."

"Yeah, well, it comes with its own complications."

"And you know I'm going to be a fiancé, as is

Moira."

"Well," Andy admitted, "I knew you wanted to

be, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions about Moira."

"You were the first man she ever loved," Fiona

sighed. "As much as she might have tried to pretend otherwise, she never
hid that very well."

"Well, fair's fair, Fi," he chuckled. "You

were the first person I ever loved, so I guess it all works out in the
end."

The rain had actually gotten heavier rather than easier

since they'd been talking, but the fog was starting to roll in a bit, so it was
harder to see, wisps of clouds covering the grounds of the manor.

"What am I going to do with myself here,

Andy?" she said, leaning into him. "I'm a reporter. It's my job to
report things. I'm used to covering the White House, the Senate, the House of
Representatives, even the military. Granted, I hated DC, but how is any of this
ever going to compare?"

He shifted a little bit. "I mean, you could write a

book about the whole pandemic, document the whole thing from top to bottom. I
know there's going to be the 60 Minutes news story in less than a week, but
they're only going to have an hour to cover so much. You could write a book
like Bob Woodward, cover everything."

She stood quietly for a minute, then nodded. "You're

right. Maybe I could do something like that." She reached a hand and
smoothed it across his chest through his shirt a bit. "So, now I want to
get the juiciest piece of dirt here in the house. Who's the best in bed?"

"Oh hell no," he laughed. "Even if I

could make that kind of judgment, which I can't, there's no way in hell
that I would. Everyone's amazing in their own way."

"Picked up any new fetishes I should know about, or

just the ones you had back in college?" she teased, her fingertip trailing
down his sternum.

"And what old fetishes those would be?"

"Oh come on, Andy," she said with a smirk. "I

haven't forgotten. Sweary wife, happy life. I bet if I started telling you that
my cunt still ached from the fucking you gave it last night, you'd be getting,”
Her fingertips teased against the waistline of his sweatpants. "See? There
it is, right on cue."

"Tease," he scolded.

"No no no, love," she giggled. "Tease would

be if I wasn't going to do anything about it. I am, but I just want to know
what else you've done with whom else."

"Too many things to list all at once," he said.

"Maybe just ask some specific questions, and you'll get your
answers."

"Did you fuck Emily in her costume from the

movie?" she said, rubbing one of her thighs along the front of his.

He was amused by the question. "I did, but that was her

idea, not mine."

"Doesn't matter whose idea it was, only that you've

done it. Doesn't make it any less hot. How many different girls in the house
have blown you?"

"Almost all of them?"

"Done any of them in the ass?"

"I think five or six of them."

"Was it the first time for any of them?"

"For most of them, not that it matters."

"Everything matters, Andy. Everything

matters." She slid her hand to rub against Andy's cock a bit through the
sweatpants and boxers. "Any of them as loud as I was the first time you
fucked me in the ass?"

"Only Niko," he said with a chuckle. "Most of

the others were loud, but Niko really howled in pleasure loud enough to shake
the walls."

"You gonna do all of them that way?" Her

fingertips stroked his shaft just a little through the fabric, her eyes looking
up at him in amusement.

"Only if they want to."

"Anyone said they don't want to?"

"Piper said she wasn't too sure about it, and Sheridan

said the idea scares her, which she said also turns her on a little, but she
was still pretty nervous about it, so we'll see I guess. If they want to, I
will, but if they don't, I won't. You know me, Fi. I'm never going to make
anyone do anything they don't want to do. Ever."

"What about that plump Japanese teenager you've

got?"

"Hannah?" he said with a laugh. "Oh, she's

eager for it, but she's always rushing towards new things like a cat after a
laser pointer. I think if one of the girls said she wanted to have sex on a
trapeze, Hannah would say she had next. "

"Done any bondage?"

"A little bit with Whitney, the newest staff member,

but she's very much into that kind of thing, so I felt like I'd be letting her
down if I didn't at least give it a go. And I suppose you could say Nicolette
and I dabble at that back and forth all the time."

"How did it feel?" Her hand slipped up and then

pushed down beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, moving to close
around his naked cock. "Did you like being a Master for a day? Everyone
doing only what you told them to?"

He grinned, feeling her cool touch against his warm skin.

"It's a fun hat to put on from time to time, but certainly not one I want
to wear too often, and definitely not one I want to get too comfortable
wearing. Too many people get a little taste of power and then run away with
it."

"Did you like our little game yesterday morning where

we were all touching and kissing and sucking on you at once?"

He nodded, maybe even a bit too quickly. "It was

intense. Overwhelming and hard to focus, but it felt so damn good. Was that
your idea?"

"Of course it was my idea," she giggled.

"Well, it wasn't entirely my idea, but I started coming up with the
plan. Niko and Ash both helped a little bit. I'm not stepping on anyone's toes
by being here, am I? It seems like you and those two are especially
close."

"Other than Lauren, we've been together the longest.

But Lauren and Taylor are a couple. They love both me, but they love each other
more, which is absolutely fine. So we've all worked pretty hard to make each
other happy."

"Where do you think Moira and I are going to fit in

here?"

"It feels like the fiancés have their own little

clique, and I expect you'll slide right in there before you know it. I know
you, and you've always been one of the most adaptable people ever. You've
always been the kind of person to go up and pick a fight with the biggest
person in the yard, if it's what you thought you needed to do."

"Prison metaphors?" she laughed softly. "Not

exactly your most romantic approach, is it, Rook? Shouldn't you aim a little
higher?"

"I actually think you and Ash are going to become the

most dangerous team I've ever seen, and that's before you rope in the
partnership that Emily and Niko are already building," he said with a
little laugh. "I'm just a guy in the background, a meat puppet for you
ladies to steer me around into whatever conflict you need me to put down."
He gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "You're gonna love her. She reminds
me a lot of you. Or you remind me a lot of her. Take your pick."

"Well, while redheads are an acquired taste, it's one

you know I've already acquired," she said, her thumb teasing over the head
of his cock. "So maybe I should just tell you that I'm looking forward to
get a taste of her, hmm?" Fiona smirked. "Or maybe that I already
did?"

"You didn't," Andy said, tilting his head to one

side.

"No, I haven't, but I will soon enough," she said

with a laugh. "So I don't need to worry about the fiancés, because we're
all going to get along like a house on fire. Do I need to worry about the
partners? Do you think any of them aren't going to like me?"

Andy grinned. "I don't know anyone who didn't like you

the moment they met you, Fi."

"But Ash is the lady of the house."

"We don't have a lady. I thought we were an autonomous

collective," he said to her, smugly.

She gave his cock a firm squeeze, enough to make him yelp a

little. "You're fooling yourself. And the two showing up today? Those are
going to be the last ones? Or is there space for one or two more, if the right
girl strolls in front of you?"

"I mean," Andy said, as she begun to stroke his

cock very slowly and deliberately. "I said in the interview with 60
Minutes yesterday that if I had my say, we were definitely done adding people
to the household, but Emily pointed out I really don't have the final say in
these kinds of things."

"All I'm saying is that you shouldn't shut any doors

permanently, Andy." Her fingertips were sliding back and forth. "I
think you're almost ready for me again."

"Twice in two days?" he said, trying to shift a

little bit against her cold touch. "The other girls are going to think
you're greedy."

"I paid close attention to the briefing when they were

giving us the injections, Andy," she scolded. "You can pump out a
good five loads a day without any trouble, so I'm making up for lost
time."

"I mean, I didn't say that I didn't

understand."

"Good," she said, turning around, putting her back

to his chest, letting go of his cock as she leaned forward, and tugged her yoga
pants down to the middle of her thighs, exposing her cunt to him. "So get
to it."

He reached down to grab his shaft, moving to get it lined up

before he pushed forward, sliding good and deep inside of her, feeling her
honeyed walls clench on him even as he filled up her hungry cunt with his
shaft.

"Ffffuck," she hissed. "That's never going to

get old, feeling you slide inside of me. God, I'd forgotten how much I fucking
missed this. Promise me we'll never be that stupid again, Andy," she said
as she started to swivel her hips a little bit, not pumping into him, just
making his cock press against one side of the inside of her snatch then the
other.

"I'm never going to let you go again, Fi. You have my

word on that."

"Right now, there's only one word I give a shit

about," she said. "Fuck." Her hips slammed back against his in
time with the word. "Fuck." She repeated it, both the word and the
motion. "Fuck!" The tempo and the force of her body thrusting back
into his increased with the intensity of the word. "Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!"

They'd fallen back into their old, familiar rhythm, each of

them remembering the other's personal turnons. They knew how to get each other
going quickly, and while Andy had expected that Fi would want to savor their
moment alone, she was hellbent on getting another orgasm from him.

Patience was not on the cards.

Each time he pushed forward, she whipped back, as if every

second he wasn't inside of her was a second she couldn't afford, that she
couldn't abide by him being anywhere else. She wanted him to be inside of her
as much as she could get it.

"C'mon, Andy," she whispered. "Just you and

me, just like old times. Just do it already!"

The familiarity was a heady cocktail of lust, and her body

gripped his cock in just the perfect way, and before he knew it, the moment as
on top of him, just as he was on top of her. His body seized and she started to
spasm just as he began to unload his hot spunk inside of her body, the two
shivering in one unison, a completed pair once more.

A minute or two later, they were both laughing softly again,

his cock having slipped out of her, both of them having tugged their clothes
up, Fi having slipped back into his arms once more.

"I'm gonna love getting that regularly," Fiona

giggled. "Not that you weren't great at sex before, but man, the chemical
life is quite a trip." She reached up, tipped his head down and kissed him
again. "I still love you, Andy. Always have."

"Me too, Fi. Me too."

They stood there on the balcony listening to the rain for a

few minutes.

"So who's coming today? You said you've got a few more

lined up?"

"One of Em and Sarah's friends, plus my new

bodyguard."

"Bodyguard, huh?" Fiona smirked as they turned to

walk back into the house. "Gotta admit, sounds kinda hot."

Lexi arrives to the House Of Rook.
Chapter 35

When they sneaked back into the bedroom, Andy could hear the

shower running, and he and Fiona stepped into the master bathroom, closing the
door behind them. They each stripped and hopped into the running shower, where
Niko was just finishing washing her hair. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss
before Fi moved to hug the smaller girl warmly.

"Thanks for being so welcoming, Niko," Fi said to

her. "You've really been the best at welcoming both me and Moira. Not that
any of the girls have been bad, but you were there to talk with us the whole
time the treatment was going on, and it means a lot to me that you were willing
to answer all our silly questions."

Niko smirked, leaning in and kissing Fi on the cheek.

"Not a problem," she said. "I just wanted you both to feel as
comfortable as possible here, and we all knew that if Andy invited you
personally, you'd get along with everyone great. Which reminds me, Andy. I
don't think anyone told you yet, but Moira will actually be passed out in the
imprinting process for a significant amount longer than normal, but that's
expected and nothing to worry about, so don't freak out when she sleeps through
all of today, okay? That's exactly what's supposed to happen, and nothing's
wrong."

Andy tipped his head a little in curiosity. "Why's the

treatment taking to Moira differently?"

"Unlike everyone else in the house, Moira actually had

dengue fever during her time working for Doctors Without Borders, and while
she's fully recovered from it, the antibodies for that complicate the serum so
it takes longer to settle in and take hold. It's a minor flap, and it won't
have any impact in the long run," Niko said, as she stepped out of the
shower.

Fiona stepped out after her, grabbing a towel as well.

"She's lived a way more interesting life than the rest of us. You'll be
astonished by some of her stories from when she was performing triage in
warzones. It turns out people can be far more horrific than I ever
imagined."

Andy turned off the water and stepped out last, grabbing the

one massive black towel that was his and exclusively his. Andy sometimes
wondered if Nicolette always had laundry running, what with all the people in
the household. He knew she had a system of some kind, and had yet to give any
woman someone else's clothes, so the last thing he wanted to do was jinx it by
asking for details, though he had complimented her on it several times,
something that always made her smile.

"Oh, some people suck," Andy grumbled as the hot

air from the fan blew down on him even as he was lightly caught in the backwash
of Niko and Fiona's hair dryers. "I've known that since I was a kid, and
it's basically the backbone for the career of any writer. I'm sure we're going
to hear a bunch more about that starting today, since we'll be adding an ex
spook to the family."

Niko nodded, as she flipped off her hair dryer. "She

and Maya won't be showing up at the same time, either. Lexi will be here around
lunchtime; Maya won't get here until late in the evening. People are passing
through the base at such a high speed that we're just treating everyone as soon
as they arrive rather than batching them like we used to."

She grabbed her clothes from the shelf and started tugging

them on, clearly getting ready to head to the base. She'd been taking a lot of
time off to meet new arrivals to the Rook family, but she was determined to get
back into some sort of normal rhythm now.

"Lexi's a tough one to get a read on, but I think

she'll warm up to you eventually," she said, giving him a firm hug.
"She's had a pretty rough go of it for the last several years, so try and
be patient with her. I know you always are, but a little extra patience here
wouldn't go amiss, if you know what I mean. This is quite the severe change for
her."

Andy nodded. "Of course I'll be patient," he said

before giving Niko a soft kiss. "You liked her though? She seemed like a
good person? You get to meet everyone before most of us do, so I trust your
judgment on these kinds of things."

"She'll take care of you, and that's the most important

part for a bodyguard. The rest we can figure out as we go."

While Fiona finished getting her hair dried and shaped, Niko

got dressed and headed out. They would see her again in the evening, but people
needed to start getting back to work. Lauren was already changed into her
workout clothes and heading down to the cars, as she was heading off to
training camp, something that Andy had just heard about yesterday.

Knowing full well there were going to be huge amounts of

dead players, the NFL was preparing something truly unheard of. The following
season would be the first co ed season played in the history of the league, and
would be that way moving forward, so thousands of adjustments were being made,
but the last thing the owners were going to allow to happen was the death of
their livelihood because many of their players died.

The 49ers had asked Lauren to consider playing, but for the

time being, she had insisted she only wanted to continue as a trainer for
players. That just meant instead of training exclusively men, she was mostly
training women with some men, mostly new incoming players from other countries.

Andy couldn't even begin to imagine how much restructuring

and revamping of the game itself going completely coed was going to result in,
but he imagined it would be no slight shift. They had nearly a year before the
scheduled 2021 season would start, with the 2020 season already fully canceled,
but the amount of changes they were going to be making meant they needed to get
a head start on them, particularly so they could figure out how to start
recruiting women to play.

It had come as a bit of a surprise to him that they hadn't

just started recruiting men from other countries, considering the rest of the
world hadn't faced casualties anywhere near as badly as the US, but the last
time he'd talked with Phil, Andy heard that DuoHalo was flaring up again in
many other parts of the world, as piss poor world leaders had convinced
themselves the dangers had passed, and that they could just "endure"
through the resurgences.

It would likely take a few more million deaths overseas to

prove them wrong.

He wondered if there was a collapsing of other American

leagues, such as the NBA and the WNBA, into one league. For non contact sports,
the changes would be exceptionally minor, but the recruiting would be the
biggest challenge, although he wondered if entrenched sexism would impact more
international things like FIFA or the Olympics. He suspected it would have to,
eventually.

Most of the other girls were still either working from home

or not working at all, so most people tended to be around the house for the
majority of the day. Both Sheridan and Piper were getting up as Lauren left,
however, the two getting ready to start their morning workout, although Andy
suspected they might grab Hannah and Asha to join them. Andy had tried
participating in their morning workout routine once, and had found himself
unable to keep up with the girls, despite his best efforts. They were just in
far better shape than he was. Lauren had also allowed Taylor to get dressed and
had taken her to work, as she was training her partner to work with the 49ers
with her.

By midday, most of the girls were up and tending to their

own worlds, Sarah and Emily taking meetings with studio folks and their
projects about upcoming agents, Ash working away on some project or another for
Google, Hannah and Asha were both doing some coursework having enrolled in
remote courses at Stanford until onsite learning could begin again. Tala and
Jade wouldn't be up until late afternoon, so Andy spent the rest of the morning
doing edits and rewrites on the draft of the newest Druid Gunslinger novel.

Everyone met up for lunch, however, as they usually did, and

just as they were finishing up, the doorbell rang and Nicolette hopped up to
rush towards the door before Andy could even get up. "Oh, let her have her
moment," Sarah said to him with a smile.

A minute or so later, Nicolette entered the dining room with

Lexi in tow. While Andy had spoken to her a little bit on FaceTime, it was
their first meeting in person. He smiled, rising up and walking over towards
her. "Hey Lexi, welcome to your new home," he said, extending a hand
to her.

Lexi was an odd mishmash of styles, two differently

contrasted vibes struggling for dominance in the woman's look. She had on tight
blue jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket, but beneath the jacket she had on a
pastel pink top that seemed a little frilly. The Latina woman's scars were more
prominent in person, the right side of her face from the cheekbone downward
warped and wrinkled, definite burn scars that had healed but had been severe
enough that cosmetic surgery would prove difficult. He could see the scars
covered almost half of her neck and disappeared down into the neckline of her
shirt, so he assumed it spread over at least some of her torso. He knew it
bothered her, but wanted to assure her that it didn't bother him at all.

She took his hand and shook it, certainly a different

greeting than the other girls had gotten, but Andy wanted to give Lexi the
space to settle in however she wanted. Their relationship hadn't been defined
yet, and both Jenny and Katie had made it clear that they suspected it would
blossom into something more than a professional relationship, but at first,
that's what it would need to be.

"Let me introduce everyone. You know Katie and Jenny

already, obviously, you met my fiancé Niko on the base, and you met Nicolette
at the door," he said. "These are my other fiancés Aisling, Sarah,
Emily and Fiona, and these are my partners Piper, Sheridan, Hannah and Asha.
This is the house IT tech Whitney. My partners Tala, Jade and Moira are all
still recovering from the imprinting process, and my partners Lauren and Taylor
are both off at work. I know, I know, it's a lot of names to remember all at
once, so don't worry, everyone will be happy to remind you for a while."

Lexi tried to shake hands with all of them, but many of the

girls insisted on hugs, something that seemed to take the Latina a little
aback, although she didn't retreat from any of the contact. "It's very
nice to meet all of you," she said. "Mr. Rook? Would you mind giving
me a bit of a tour of the grounds, just so I can get my bearings?"

"Not at all, Lexi, but please, you're welcome to call

me Andy if you like."

She offered a brief tight lipped smile that appeared and was

gone just as quickly. "Let's stick to 'Mr. Rook' or 'sir' for now, and
we'll see where that goes, okay?"

He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "Play it where it

lies. C'mon, I'll give you the tour."

The two walked out of the room, and once they were down the

hallway a bit, he could see Lexi visibly relax a little. "Sorry about
that," she said to him. "That was a lot of people all at once, and I
know they're all your family, and that it's part of the gig, but it's a ton of
information to take in all at once. The longer I stayed in there, the more
worried Jenny was gonna get about me, and that's all I need, is her up
my ass worrying that I'm going to have another episode."

"Episode?" he said, as they walked out into the

back yard. He figured he would give her a tour of the grounds first before
doing the house, that way they would be a good distance from people, allowing
her to have a bit of time to wrap her head around all of it, and to get to know
him one on one before having to adapt to all the other people.

"We talked a little bit about this when we spoke

earlier, but I do have PTSD, so from time to time, I can go through panic
attacks, nightmares or even brief flashbacks, although nothing that should
prevent me from doing my job, which is to keep you and your family safe,"
she said. There was a confidence to her walk, a sense of purposefulness, like
she was always on task. "And I do want to stress that while I'll do my
best to keep all of your family safe, you will be the primary protectorate, and
that means your health and well being will always have the highest priority.
You seem like a good guy, and that may take some getting used to, but if I'm
going to do my job properly, it's a thing you're going to have to get your head
around pretty fucking quickly, pardon my language."

"Okay, first thing's first," he said with a laugh.

"Never apologize for swearing around me. Ever. I happen to like
women who swear, and while that may not be what you're used to, it's S.O.P.
around here and you don't need to waste words on apologizing for things you
don't need to."

She laughed a little, a genuine warm laugh, and that made

Andy feel a little bit better. She'd been putting on a very cold exterior since
her arrival, and Andy wanted to make sure she felt like she didn't need to be
so guarded from the whole family. "Fuckin' a, then," she said,
nodding to him. "But my point still stands. If it comes down to keeping
you safe or keeping one of your women safe, I am always going to put
your safety first. You don't have to like that, but you're gonna have to
fucking accept it, because that is the way it's going to be. If you die,
it sounds like there's a good chance that all of your partners die with
you, and the protection business is about understanding the very basic math of
it, which is that in a situation where I can let one of these women die or I
can let all of these women die, I am going to protect you first, and will mourn
the loss of the woman I couldn't save afterwards. I realize that may sound
particularly cold, but I don't want you thinking about it like that. Trust me
to do my job, and I will keep you safe with my last dying breath, if I have
to."

"I can't imagine it'll ever come to that," he

said, as they walked past the pool, heading out to walk into the large grassy
field off to the side of it. "I get everyone wanting to make sure that I'm
safe, knowing that their health is dependent on mine, but I don't live a high
risk life. I haven't pissed off arms dealers, drug dealers or crime bosses.
There aren't any foreign governments trying to kill me. I'm not in the line of
fire for anything or anyone."

"Can I speak plainly, sir?"

"Always. In fact, you should never worry about saying

something that will offend or anger me, Alexis. If we're out in public, maybe
use some tact in conversations then, but when we're at home, and this is
your home now, if you want it to be, just speak your mind."

She nodded a bit, walking along side him. "Copy. That's

horseshit, sir, about you not being in the line of fire for anything or anyone.
I spoke with Niko some yesterday, and as one security person to another, she
told me that I should consider this Covington to be a hostile operator, and
that should extend to anyone in his family or household."

"Arthur?" Andy said. "Sure, I bet he's pissed

at me, and that man has a lot of resources he could bring down to bear on me,
but I wouldn't think he's the kind of guy to hire a hitman to rub me out or
anything. That sounds a little too 'Goodfellas' and not enough 'Trading
Places,' for his tastes. He's an asshole, but I doubt he's up to out and out
murder."

"I have to keep reminding myself that despite this

house and your large collection of beautiful women, you're extremely new to
this lifestyle, sir," Lexi said to him. "The ultrawealthy are almost exclusively
assholes with no regard for human life or the well being of anyone who isn't
providing something of use to them. You may think Covington's harmless now, but
at any moment, he could turn far more malevolent, and it's my job to ensure
that he doesn't get to you."

"You know, I'm just going to trust your judgment on

this, then. When I got an agent, I had to learn to let my agent to do all the
things an agent should be doing. The same when we signed a five book deal and I
got an editor. I had to learn to trust the editor's judgment on what did and
didn't belong in a story. So third time's a charm. If you take on the job here,
then I'll defer to you in all things of this kind of nature, and if you tell me
someone could be a threat, I'll consider them a threat."

"If I take the job here?" she asked,

stopping in her walk as they neared the fence at the edge of the property.
"I thought I'd already made it clear I accepted it."

"Well, you did, but up until you're imprinted, you can

still change your mind," he said. "And I always give everyone up
until that moment to reconsider if they want to. Jenny said she thought you
were looking for your Prince Charming, and if you take this job, if you get
imprinted to me, that effectively ends that search for you for the foreseeable
future. That's a huge step to take, and if you have any misgivings about it,
you shouldn't commit to it, to me, to us, to this."

"Well, Jenny established pretty clearly that I am

absolutely disinterested in intercourse with any of the women in the house,
right?"

"Absolutely. And if that's what you want, nobody's

going to push. You and I can have our intimate time one on one without anyone
else around, and if you like, I can even spend a night with you in your bed
regularly. The key is that you're going to have to accept that I'm also
attached to all these other women, and while I'm going to do my best to divvy
up my time equally, I won't always be perfect at that."

"Anytime you go anywhere, I'll be by your side, so we

will get plenty of time together, sir," she said with a little laugh.
"A better question is how good have you been at not comparing your
partners? I'm sure someone's got to be the best, which means someone's also got
to be the worst."

"No bests and no worsts," he said sternly.

"Everyone's different, and that's exactly how it should be. Hell, I think
everyone's different enough that it makes comparisons nearly impossible
anyway."

"Do the scars bother you?" she asked him, turning

to face him directly as they stood near the fence, a big metal monstrosity that
was far enough from the house that its appearance was mostly masked by trees.
"At some point I could get cosmetic surgery, but up until recently, I've
constantly been working, and there hasn't been any time for it."

"That's entirely up to you, Lexi," he told her.

"I don't mind the scars. I think they add character and personality."

"You haven't seen how far they go," she sighed.

"Not yet, anyway, but I will when you're ready to show

me."

"They go down to my ribs, and my right boob is scarred

up like my neck here. Not very sexy, I know, but it's what I got."

He took her hand for a moment, which made her jump a little

bit at the sudden contact. "Lexi, don't worry about it," he said
emphatically. "You're a beautiful woman, and I do not mind the
scars. If you want to have them corrected at some point, you are welcome to do
so, but you do not need to think you have to do so on my behalf, okay? I'm
going to trust you so I need you to trust me on this."

She looked down, drew in a heavy breath then sighed it out.

"I got hit with a molotov cocktail in the jungles of Peru. The doctors
there did everything they could to tend to the burns, but they were severe, and
we were several hours away from a real hospital, so before I could get the best
treatment, a lot of the damage had already been done. There's some nerve damage
anywhere I'm scarred, so I have to be careful if I get into scraps, because I
could be bleeding from there and not notice it. I also get phantom itches all
the time, but I've mostly gotten the compulsive need to scratch under control
at this point. Some people, a lot of people actually, have trouble seeing past
the damage."

Andy's other hand moved to brush along the underside of her

chin, touching some of the scarred flesh for the first time, forcing her to look
back up and at him. "There's where they're going wrong," he said.
"You don't look past the damage. You learn to see that the damage
is part of what you're seeing, and integrate that into the whole.
Everyone's damaged, Lexi. Everyone. Some people, they just have an
easier time hiding the scars. But you are a beautiful, sharp witted woman, and
anyone who gets fixated on the scars is looking at the wrong thi  "

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentenced, because she

leaned up and kissed him, shutting him up, her hand holding onto the back of
his head. The kiss took him but surprise, but it wasn't unwelcome. Still, he
let her set the tempo and intensity of it, their tongues remaining in their
mouths, and the kiss only lasted a few seconds before she pulled back, lifting
her free hand up to wipe a tear from her eye. "That's, that's very sweet
of you to say, sir. It's been a long time since anyone's looked at me with
something other than sympathy."

"I can tell you've never read any of my books," he

said with a soft laugh,

She blushed a little, frowning. "I'm sorry sir, I

haven't,”

"Don't worry about it," he said, waving a hand.

"The reason I said that is because the main subtext of my books is that
everyone has damage, and how they manage that damage is the important part, not
the damage itself."

She laughed a little bit dismissively. "You've got two

world renowned actresses and an Olympic hopeful athlete here. I somehow doubt
they've got all that much damage to them."

"Well, Piper was imprisoned by Covington and left in a

sexual frenzy locked in a room without clothes or a toilet for days, so maybe
don't go implying around her that she does have any idea what damage looks
like."

The laughing died immediately. "Oh my god, that's horrible.

I didn't even realize  "

"As for Sarah and Emily, someone attempted to rape

Sarah about six years ago, and while she got lucky and someone interrupted it,
the person responsible was a studio mogul and still hasn't been really punished
for it. Emily, on the other hand, has had stalkers for years, and had her home
broken into a couple of times, once when she was even in it. She told me once
the interview airs in a few days, announcing that she and Sarah are partners,
but also that they're going to marry me, that we may get some hate mail and
death threats, although she says they're generally just people venting. But I
suppose you can add that to your list of possible threats against my
life."

She nodded somberly. "I expected that, although I did

not know about Miss Washington's near rape, obviously. Powerful men are such
bastards." She chuckled a moment. "Present company excluded,
clearly."

"Oh, I've probably been a bastard a couple of times in

my life, of that I have no doubt." They started walking along the fence
line, so that Lexi could see the outskirts of the property. "But I draw
the line at assaulting innocent women."

"But assaulting non innocent women's cool

then?" she said with a slight smile.

"Look, if a woman's coming at me with a weapon in hand,

all bets are off," he chuckled. "And I think that's fair, don't
you?"

"Absolutely fair, sir." They walked along the

fence for a minute or so in silence. "Now that we've sized each other up a
little, do you still think I'll be a good fit here, Mr. Rook?"

"Oh, I knew you'd fit in here after our first

conversation, Lexi, but that's not what's important right now. What's important
is if you want to be here, and if you can stomach having to be sexually
involved with me on the regular."

That made her giggle, a sound he was particularly pleased to

draw from her. "You make it sound like you're some oafish brute with a
face not even a mother could love."

He smirked. "I have no illusions about who I am, Lexi.

I'm losing my hair. I have a bit of a belly. Hell, I've got hair on my back. On
the best of days, after a good amount of prep work, I am a six, at best,
and certainly not deserving of all the beautiful women I'm surrounded with. But
I'm alive, and most of the men who were nines and tens aren't any more, so
women are reevaluating their standards, I guess, and I'm the beneficiary of the
new sliding scale. Is that fair? Oh fuck no, but that's where we find
ourselves. But the social game is radically different than it was a year ago.
No matter what you may think of yourself, I can assure you that you are well
out of my league. But you have friends here, in that you know Jenny and Katie,
and they'd both love to have you around the house. I know Jenny's worried about
you, and all the girls are worried about my safety, so this seems like an easy
two birds with one stone solution to me. But if you look at me and think 'God,
I just can't see myself fucking this dude every week or so,' then I get
that, and I'm not gonna be angry."

She smirked a little bit. "I can see myself

fucking you every week or so. I just don't know that I can see you
wanted to fuck my scarred ass every week or so."

"The scars go down to your ass?" he said with a

grin. "That's even sexier."

That set her off giggling again. "No, they don't extend

down to my ass, you jerk," she said, still smiling. "But you know
what I mean."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I really don't

know what you mean. The scars are beautiful, they're a part of the beautiful
woman that you are. Anyone who's been put off by that is a fucking idiot, and
isn't worth your time."

"And my past isn't a dealbreaker?"

He arched an eyebrow at her in surprise. "You're

kidding, right? I didn't want to say anything, but when Jenny showed me that
photo of you holding an AK 47 in the jungle, looking like an utter badass, I got
an immediate hard on. How the fuck would that be a dealbreaker?"

"Some people think hooking up with an ex spy is

risky."

"I accept you, Lexi," he said. "I'll keep

repeating that as long as it takes. The decision's really yours to make."

They were nearly back at the house again, approaching the

small pool house first. "It okay if I build a small gun range out
here?"

"I mean, as long as you set it up so there's minimal

risk to us or the neighbors, although I guess if you point it that way,"
he said, gesturing off in one direction, "there really isn't any risk, as
any missed shots will just go into the hillside."

"And you know I'm going to have guns in the

house?"

"I sort of expected that, what with the whole body

and guarding aspects of what you're going to be doing. I just ask that
you make sure they're stowed safely, either on your person or in a case. My
cats are assholes, but they won't open cases. That's all I'm really worried
about."

"Well, and babies, eventually," she said to him.

"Oh you heard?"

She nodded. "Niko mentioned it yesterday, which was why

she was grilling me so hard for my professional qualifications. She's
remarkably competent for someone so young."

Andy returned the nod. "It's easy to forget she's

barely old enough to drink, considering how much she runs around here. I think
you'll learn that between her, Ash and Em, I really don't get to make all that
many decisions in the house," he laughed. "Not that I'm
complaining."

"And any specific sexual kinks I can't practice on

you?"

He grinned. "No poop, no pee, and my ass is exit

only."

"Then is it fair of me to say mine is as well?"

"Absolutely fair."

"And you're gonna be okay fucking in a bed with a gun

on the nightstand?"

"Are you kidding?" he chuckled. "That might

make it hotter. Anyway, this is the pool house, which is going to get converted
into Tala's bedroom and work space. You haven't met her yet, but she's both a
wood worker and a musician, so giving her her own area where she can hammer
away on oak, metal, guitar or drums whenever she wants to seemed to make
sense."

"She won't be sleeping in the master bedroom

regularly?"

"Regularly, yes. Often, no. I expect her to be the main

bedroom like once a week or so, but there won't be any kind of rigid schedule
for that kind of thing. Jenny said you're the kind of person who likes to have
schedules and follow them, but with this many people in the family, there's got
to be some room for give. That going to be a problem?"

"Nah," she said. "Who you fuck when isn't any

of my concern, as long as I'm getting my regular fix within my timeframe."

"So you're going to stay then?"

"I think we both knew I was going to before I got here,

but yeah, I feel comfortable saying I'm in now that I've had a chance to size
you up a little more. I've heard about most of the girls here either from Jenny
or from when I was talking with Niko yesterday, and while there may be the
occasional personality clash here and there, I don't think it'll be anything we
can't work out together."

"And I'm not too ugly for you?" he teased.

"Look," she sighed with a hint of exasperation.

"If I'm not allowed to be bothered by my scars, then you can't call
yourself ugly, deal? You're a handsome man, and I won't have you demeaning the
man I'm going to be fucking on the reg, got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

The tour of the house gave them a little bit more time to

discuss the general routines people were in within the house, what times and
days people were coming and going, and when people woke up and went to sleep.
She seemed especially amused by the Needs board, tracking the last time each of
the girls in the house had gotten their fix, and the point when they were going
to start being mentally affected by not hooking up. "You've got a few here
you're gonna need to tend to soon," she said, tapping the schedule.

"Yeah, the last few days have been pretty busy, but

I'll make sure I take care of them in the next couple of days. And we'll have
to add your name up here on the board, assuming you're joining the
household."

"Didn't I say I was going to?"

"I mean, not explicitly, no." He shrugged

slightly. "You've been strongly hinting that you're going to, but you need
to say it to finalize it."

She was quiet for a bit, as they walked away from the board,

heading towards the stairs. "Fine. Fine then. I'm in. I'll join this weird
household you have and become part of your family, as well as taking on the job
of your personal protection. Just don't ever ask me to be a play partner with
any of your girls, or invite any of them into my bed."

He raised his hands as they walked up the stairs, heading

into the hallway that lead down towards some of the individual bedrooms,
finding Jenny and Katie standing down in front of one of the doors down near
the end.

"Are you gonna do it?" Jenny said, stepping

forward to take Lexi's hands in her own.

"Yeah, I am," she said. "It seems like you're

right. He seems like a good guy, and finding those in this world's new layout
is going to be a bitch in the best of circumstances. And if you say he's a good
fuck, I have no reason not to trust you, Jen. Plus, the idea of having lots of
people around, of having friends around, that sounds pretty fucking
great to me. So what's next then?" She turned to look back at Andy.
"You want to do it now or later?"

"I mean, that's entirely up to you," Andy said.

"You can wait up to a couple of days if you want to, or we  "

"I wanna fuck right now, if that's okay,"

she said, interrupting him, blushing a little bit. "Not to be pushy or
anything, but I haven't gotten laid in a couple of years, and even before the
treatment, I was fidgeting more than a whore in Sunday School. So if it's
alright with you, maybe we can go and do that right now?"

Jenny leaned back and pushed the door open behind her, as

Katie gestured to the open room. "This'll be your bedroom, Lex,"
Katie said. "It has its own attached bathroom, like most of the bedrooms
do. You can decorate all of it however you want to, but Jen had one little
touch that she wanted to throw up to make you feel more at home."

Lexi stepped into the bedroom and then began howling with

laughter, reaching behind her to slap several times at Jenny's arms playfully.
"You! Utter! Bitch! Oh my fucking god! Where did you fucking find
it?"

Andy moved closer to peek his head inside of the room and

noticed that on one wall was a large poster of a shirtless Enrique Iglacias on
the wall, like something from Teen Beat magazine back in the day. The image had
to be at least ten or fifteen years old, and Andy suspected he had wandered
into a private joke between the two women.

"I had to buy it off the internet, but when I talked to

Andy about bringing you here, I ordered it so that if you came, you could have
it up on your wall, just like you did in your bedroom at our old
apartment."

"I can't tell if I want to rip it down immediately or

leave it up forever!"

"Well if you take it down, don't rip it up," Jenny

teased, giving her friend a big hug, one that Katie joined in on.

"Good to have ya here, Lex," Katie said. "Now

we'll leave you two to it."

The two women excused themselves and headed back down the

hallway, as Lexi stepped into her bedroom, Andy stepping in behind her, closing
the door behind them. Lexi was glancing around the room, but still slid out of
her leather jacket, tossing it on top of a dresser in the room. Beneath the jacket
had been concealed a shoulder holster with a firearm in it, that she slowly
slid off, placing next to her jacket on the dresser. "I have some serious
decorating to do in here, but I can make it work."

"Well, it's yours and yours alone," he said.

"No."

"No?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "It's ours.

I'm not sure I'm ready to say I want to be a partner yet, but this room is
where you and I are intimate together, where we fuck. So it's our room, but I
sleep here. So I want to make sure whatever I do to the room doesn't make you
uncomfortable."

He laughed a little bit. "The beefcake poster doesn't

bother me one way or another."

She reached down and pulled that pastel pink top up and over

her head, tossing it onto the dresser atop the jacket. He could see she was
still wearing a sports bra, but much more of her brown skin had been exposed,
and it was clear the scarring reached down to about the top of her hip. As he
was looking at it, she reached down and pulled up the sports bra, revealing a
pair of small, pert tits, one of which was mostly covered in scarred flesh,
although the scarring seemed to have missed her nipple, the chocolate bud the
same shape and color as the other.

"It looks like el diablo tried to paw one of my tits, I

know," she said, "but I'm learning to live with it." She kicked
off her leather steel toed workboots before reaching down to pull off her
socks. "You gonna make me strip entirely first, or are you going to join
me?"

"Oh you really did mean now now," he said

with a laugh, walking over towards the bed, peeling off his Chapterhouse t
shirt, setting it on the nightstand, while kicking off his own shoes. Around
the time he was starting to unbutton his jeans, she was doing the same, both
them sliding them down at the same time, although Andy had hooked into his
boxers with it, while she'd left her black satin panties on.

"I hope you aren't going to expect great panties like

this all the time," she said to him, "but I figured for the first
time I should frilly it up a little."

"You could've shown up in a potato sack and a clown

nose and you still would've been sexy."

"Please don't tell me you have a clown fetish."

"God no," he laughed, as he moved to sit

down on the bed.

"Thank Christ for that," she said, slowly dragging

her panties downwards before stepping out of them, leaving her fully exposed to
his eyes. She had shaved her cunt entirely bare, and Andy made a mental note to
tell her that if it was on his behalf, she didn't have to do it, knowing
exactly how much work it was for some of his partners to maintain. "So how
do we want to do this?"

He waited for her to come and sit down next to him on the

bed, and he leaned in to kiss her once more. "You tell me what you want,
and then we do that. I want to make sure you enjoy this as much as possible, so
whatever you want, that's what we're gonna do,”

She smiled at him, pulling him to slide off the bed and

stand up, standing up with him. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but then he
saw her pulling the sheets back to open up the bed, before she crawled up onto
it, moving to lay down on her back, extending her arms up to him. "Call me
a traditionalist, but for our first time, I think the old ways are best."

He nodded. "Sure, we can do that." He moved one

knee up onto the bed, then the other, scooting on them until he was between her
legs, leaning forward until he was laying atop of her, feeling her thighs on
his hips, as he pressed his lips against hers once more. One of his hands
pressed against the bed to the right of her, trying to alleviate his weight off
of her a bit, his other hand smoothing against her face, testing to see if
touching her scars was good, bad or neither.

"Andy," she said in between kisses. "I

appreciate you taking this slow and gentle with me, but right now, whether it's
the chemicals or the abstinence or whatfuckingever, I am horny as balls, and I
need to be fucked. So quit cocking around and cock me."

"Okay," he said with a smirk, "but you're not

ready for this first step, 'cause it's a doozy."

"I'm not a goddamn virgin, Rook," she grumbled,

"I think I know how to tah Fuck!"

As soon as his cock slid inside of her, that precum oozing

from the tip sinking into her vaginal walls to start the priming process, that
initial orgasm hit her like a sonic boom, both of her legs wrapping around his
waist, her heels digging in hard to the small of his back, to keep his thick
cock trapped inside of her cunt as she spasmed maddeningly around him.
"Fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming holy fuck holy fucking fuck oh god
dios mio fuck fuck I'm still fucking cumming what the fuck is this shit oh fuck
fuck!"

Her fingertips were practically sinking into the flesh of

his back with a strength that almost hurt, even as she started to ease down
from that Icarus plateau, panting feverishly into his face like she'd just run
the Boston Marathon.

He kept his body perfectly still as she started to ease her

breathing back towards normal, the time in between the breaths longer than
usual, as her eyes struggled to draw back into focus, looking up at him, and
finally she let out a giggle, dazed and mildly frantic. "Oh my god, and it
gets better than that?"

"Yeah, the imprinting orgasm I think all of the girls

have described as their most intense ever."

"Yeah, then you better gimme that shit quick," she

growled at him with a wolfish smile. "Because I wanna feel it."

"Yes ma'am." He tried to draw his hips back as

much as she would let him, which wasn't very far, before thrusting forward and
down again, curving himself into her cunt with smooth pushes, each one making
her groan, her fingertips dragging hard against his skin.

"Deeper, faster, c'mon and fuck me

already!"

His hips tried to increase the tempo of the rhythm, but all

he really ended up doing was grinding into her with more force, as her body
writhed up against his, worming his cock in and out of her cunt, keeping him
almost hilt deep as much as she could, his balls smacking against her ass, as
he tipped her a little beneath him, letting him use the angle for a bit more
leverage, thrusting more down that forward now, as she started to squeal more
emphatically beneath him.

"Fuck yeah c'mon more, more, more!  Give it

to me, fuck that cunt, fill me up so fucking good, god I think I'm gonna
fuckin' cum again already, I never cum so fucking easily, oh shit, are you
close? Please be close, I wanna feel you nutting inside me, I wanna feel your
sticky cum marking your territory, I wanna feel you creampie me, gimme that hot
jizz, it's gonna make me cum all over again, oh god, take me, fuck me, love me,
use me, claim me, cream me, Cream Me!"

When her orgasm started and she clamped her twat around his

cock, he could feel those spasms trying to milk him, and he let loose the
floodgates, firing a handful of thick ropy blobs against the back of her cunt,
right against her cervix, and suddenly it was like her orgasm was kicked into
overdrive, and the expression on her face was one of rapture, the whites of her
eyes all that was visible, her pupils pointing at the inside of her skull, her
eyes having rolled back so far.

While he'd seen many woman go through this imprinting orgasm

before, none of them seemed to take to it quite as strongly as Lexi had, her
whole body still quivering and quaking as her lips began to mutter "Im,
imprint, imprint, imprinting, im, imprint, imprint, imprinting,” as her legs
went limp and slid off his sides, her arms dropping lethargically to the bed
top.

As Andy slipped from between her legs, he pulled the sheets

up and over her body, leaning in to hear her mumbling again, the word only
stated fully about one in every four attempts. He moved over to his jeans and
recorded the sound of her doing it into a voice memo on his phone. He knew that
Phil didn't have his phone on him while he was on the base, but he did have
email access, so he shot the voice memo over to his friend via email along with
a short note that says "This isn't how it usually sounds. Should I be
worried?"

He hoped like hell Phil was going to tell him he was just

being paranoid.

To be continued in part 21, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

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