Undercovers Detective Ch. 07

"Ahhhh! Oh my God!" Alex breathed out. "Babe, that's incredible but I'm getting sensitive there now. Give me a second."

She always got hypersensitive after an orgasm, so I took this opportunity to do something new for us both. I lifted her hips slightly and ran the tip of my tongue over her virgin rosebud.

"Oh God! What are you doing?"

"Just relax. You'll love this," I assured her.

I licked her tight little place again, inserting my tongue inside. She moaned her pleasure and then I pushed a finger in her ass to the second knuckle. She started crying out. In the past, she never would have allowed such an invasion. She had changed so much. It was hard to believe it was just a few months ago I took her cherry.

"What do you want?" I whispered.

"I want you to fuck me." She bucked her hips up, offering me the prize. I put her legs over my shoulder and positioned myself. Just as I was to take the plunge, Janine walked by.

"Sorry, I've got to use the shower. Go ahead, don't mind me."

Alexia turned my head toward her by my chin and said, "You gonna fuck me or talk with her?"

I pushed forward, plunging all the way to my balls. I could feel her tight walls encompass my cock.

"Uhhhh, that's it... fuck meee... Fuck me hard!" She breathed jaggedly.

I felt an aggressiveness I never thought was within her. While maintaining our coupling, I rolled on my back and she went wild, rocking her hips with an urgency I'd never seen before. Her breasts were flying up and down, and our skin collided like an applause.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

"Ohhhhh my God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop!" she cried out. The whole hotel must have heard her orgasm. It was but seconds later I followed her, and that familiar wave of intensity washed over me. I emptied myself into her in a delirium, splashing her cervix with my seed.

Alex rolled off and we lay there, panting like a couple runners. I was never as fulfilled as in that very moment.

"Frank?"

"Yes love?"

"I think we have a lot to discuss."

"Yes, I agree we do."

"When did you plan on marrying me?"

"I really didn't think that far ahead. I didn't want to plan further. Not until you said yes. I figured there was a 50/50 chance you'd say no and I didn't want to face that possibility."

"You couldn't really believe I'd say no. Even though you're a big dumb cop, you must have known I adored you. Besides, it was a done deal."

"Done deal? How so?"

"When I let you take my virginity, I knew. I promised myself that only my husband would do that. Did you really think I was that easy?"

"When did you have this revelation?"

"Truth is, I knew from the first week we were assigned together... maybe even the first day. I've always had a daddy fetish." She giggled.

"Hey... what do you mean by 'big dumb cop?'"

"Well, you chased me until I caught you." She held up the ring.

"On a more serious note, how do you plan on telling my dad? He's only three years older than you. In fact, all my family are lawyers. You'll be cross-examined like never before. They'll probably swear you in on a Bible. Getting in my panties was a hundred times easier than getting their approval."

Janine came out of the bath. She was buck naked and jumped in our bed, landing practically on top of me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Alex challenged.

"Stealing your guy, of course."

We all laughed. Life was good.

Alexia

After the revelation of my engagement, things started to change. Frank was more than my partner in fighting crime, he was now my partner in life. I can't fully explain our connection, but I was drawn to him in such a way it seemed inevitable we'd end up together.

My first few weeks went well as a waitress and dancer, but I found myself in conflict. There were times I started losing touch with my mission. I was embracing this lifestyle way too easily. The information I was gaining flowed like a river, and I knew it was incredibly important to implicate all the soldiers and underlings because when the shit hit the fan, all those creeps were going to beg for a deal and turn state's evidence.

My opinion of dancers and working girls had vastly changed since I'd taken this assignment. I had great empathy now for these women. To condemn a woman for using her body to support herself is ridiculous. It's no different than using your brain. You use what have. I was finding out daily how advantageous it was to have great looks. I found myself not only enjoying the attention, but thriving on it.

I came in early on Wednesday for my bikini wax. When it was done I went out on stage to practice my dance routine. After a few spins on the pole, Henry, the band leader asked me to talk into the mic because they were adjusting sound levels. I walked over to the mic and said, "What do you want me to say?"

"Say anything... The Gettysburg address—hum a tune—anything."

I thought a moment, took a big breath, and started to sing,

"Blue moon... You saw me standing alone... Without a dream in my heart... Without a love of my own."

I started softly but sang louder after the pianist heard me and picked up my song, followed by the guitarist..

"Blue moon...You knew just what I was there for... You heard me saying a prayer... For someone I really could care for."

Soon, the whole orchestra was playing with me, impromptu. Henry even got into it. By the time the song was finished, everyone in the place was giving me an applause. I hadn't sung since college. Henry walked over to me and said, "You're being wasted as a waitress. I'm going to talk to Viktor. What else do you sing?"

"Anything but rap."

"Good. rap sung in C is Crap." He chuckled.

It was always my dream to be a lounge singer. However, I never considered doing it in the nude and in front of the biggest crime bosses in the world.

Frank

It was early evening when we pulled up at the elaborate entrance gate to Alexia's folks home in Montecito, an exclusive area just south of Santa Barbara.

Alex called a pre-programmed number and the gate opened slowly, revealing a long drive lined by citrus trees. The house itself was a massive Mediterranean style with a red tile roof. There was a three tier fountain in the center of a circular driveway.

I thought to myself that it was good we took Alex's mustang. They'd probably have my old Chevy hauled off to the wrecking yard. I pulled up right behind what appeared to be some Italian sedan.

"Frank, just be yourself and don't let them intimidate you."

"Sweetheart, I was intimidated as soon as the gate opened." I chuckled.

"Don't worry, ill protect you." She laughed.

The door chime even sounded expensive. I half expected a butler to answer the door. When it opened there was a stunningly beautiful woman smiling at me. Alex hugged her tight and said, "Mom, I want to introduce you to Frank, the love of my life."

I took her hands in mine and said, "I can't believe you are Alexia's mother. You look more like sisters."

She looked at Alex and said, "I like him already... Come in, dinner is almost ready. Your Dad will be down in a minute. Alexia knows where the bar is, fix yourself a drink."

"Thank you ma'm."

"Okay, enough of that 'Mam' talk. I have a strong suspicion you are older than I am. You can call me Anne."

We crossed the tiled rotunda entrance and entered a richly paneled room that contained what appeared to be thousands of books. There was a wet bar that had lion carvings on the corners.

"Impressive isn't it?" Alexia asked the obvious.

"Not as impressive as you." I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her and squeezing her butt cheeks.

"Hurrumph," a man cleared his voice and interrupted our kiss.

I felt like a six year old getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

"Dad, this is Frank."

"Hello, I'm Nick. Nicholas Hunter." He reached out his right hand.

I shook his hand firmly. "Frank. Frank McGannon. Glad to meet you."

"McGannon? Not the McGannon's of shipping are you?"

"Nope, I'm from the McGannon's of law enforcement. My dad and granddad were cops as I am. Your daughter has told me a lot about you. You're an attorney. Right?"

"Yes, as my father was before me. However, my grandfather was a bootlegger." He laughed.

Just then a young teen bounded across the room and almost knocked over Alex. She put him in a headlock and knuckled his scalp.

"And this is Bobby, my crazy brother."

"Dinner is ready!" Anne said. "I hope you like Salmon."

"Ewww!" Bobby grimaced. "Fish again? Gross!"

Alex put her hand over his mouth and politely said, "Sounds delicious, Mom."

-oOo-

Dinner was cordial and we all made polite conversation before Nick said, "I suppose you're going to ask us for our approval to marry our daughter."

"Actually, no. I asked that of Alexia, but I was hoping for your blessing."

"Pardon me if I'm blunt but this took us by surprise. We hadn't heard from our daughter since she dropped out of law school and joined the Los Angeles police force. Then she shows up with you informing us of her pending marriage."

"I understand your apprehension. Just know I love her and will do everything I can to be a great husband and son in law."

"What about your age difference?"

"Well, Nick, I see that you and Anne have a bit of an age gap also. How'd that work out?"

"Age is just a number." Anne smiled.

"Thanks, Mom," Alex intervened. "That's how I see it. I want to talk about the wedding. We can either have it here or Vegas. It's up to you, but it has to be soon."

"Why the rush?" Anne raised an eyebrow.

Alexia leaned over and whispered in her mom's ear. After a pause she said softly, "I see... yes I'll get started right away."

I looked at Alex with a puzzled expression.

"We'll talk later," she muttered to me.

Just as dessert was being served, my phone indicated I had a text. I opened my secure text area. It was from Janine:

Greer has been shot. In critical condition

I showed the text to Alex.

"Something serious has come up," I said, standing up. "I'm so sorry but we have to leave right away. "

To be continued.