Avia IV - Sample Chapters from Draft 3.5
Brian snuck out of bed at five in the morning, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He still felt hungover from the previous night, but he needed to get some work done before Avia woke up. After tucking her in and making sure she was warm enough without him, he walked down to the office he used when he was at her house. It always amazed him how much Avia’s house felt like his. Brian didn’t own a separate house apart from his room at the McAllen ranch. Occasionally, he went out to an empty cabin he had claimed years ago when he needed to escape L for a few days. He was glad Avia didn’t hold it against him.
At 36 years old, he should have owned a house, but every time he thought about it, he couldn’t decide where he wanted it. For work purposes, he needed one in Texas, specifically between McAllen and LaPryor. For his personal happiness, he wanted a house close to Avia’s. Either way he sliced it, he was still undecided.
Brian booted his laptop and started looking through his emails. By the time he got to the fifth one, Charles brought in a large mug of coffee.
“Black coffee,” Charles said.
“Thanks,” Brian said. He picked up the mug and took a drink. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early.”
“We’re awake when you’re awake,” Charles said.
“I’m the only one up. Avia is still asleep,” Brian said. “I’m just trying to get a jump on today. Feel free to go back to bed.”
“The pot of coffee is in the kitchen,” Charles said.
“Appreciate it.” Brian turned his attention back to his emails. Not five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
“Cops at the gate. They want our security footage for the cameras facing Avia’s pier,” Charles said.
“Do they have any legal documentation for it?” Brian asked.
“They do not,” Charles said.
“No,” Brian said. “We can’t turn that over.”
“What should I tell them?” Charles asked.
Brian took another drink of his coffee. “Tell them we cannot turn that footage over at this time. Once you do that, ask the security team to make sure I’m not on the footage for the overnight hours. Not me. Not my car.”
“It will be done,” Charles said.
Brian spent another hour working before he shut his laptop down and walked upstairs to the master bedroom. He was thankful Avia was still asleep. Brian took off his sweatpants and t-shirt and slid into the bed next to her. When she rolled onto him, he wrapped his arms around her.
Brian drifted into a light sleep. He thought he’d been asleep less than 30 minutes when Avia moved. Brian kept his eyes closed. He wanted to see if she was just changing positions or awake. It was too early for her.
Avia inhaled and opened her eyes to view Brian's chest. She could feel his arms around her. She stretched and leaned over the bed to open the nightstand.
Brian tightened his grip around her. "What are you after?”
Avia turned her head. “My case. Were you awake?”
"Not really," Brian said. “And you don’t need your case.”
“Like hell I don’t.” She reached into the drawer. When she felt nothing, she leaned further over the bed to look into the drawer. “Shit. It’s not here.” She was not in the mood to tear apart the bedroom, trying to figure out where she left it.
Brian pulled her back onto the bed. “Avia, you’re still asleep. It’s not supposed to be there.”
“Where the hell is it?” Avia asked.
Brian could feel feel the tenseness in her muscles, and her expression was one he knew well. She wanted her heroin and couldn't find it. Unfortunately, he didn't have good news for her. “In a landfill somewhere. They went through the entire house and removed everything before the cops raided it last month.”
"Fuck!" She started to get up but felt Brian holding her in place. "We have to go. I have to..."
"Avy, stop." Brian kept a firm grip on her. "You're fine. We don't have to go anywhere." When she frowned, he continued. “You are on medication.” He turned his head to view the clock. “You get your next dose in about an hour.”
“Oh shit.” Avia sat up, straddling him. “I can’t believe I forgot.”
“It’s all right,” Brian said. “All it means is that it was part of your morning routine, but humor me and tell me what you were thinking.”
“I was thinking I needed to hurry up and get out to the pier,” Avia said. “My plane is scheduled to arrive, and the sooner I get a hit, the sooner I can take a shower."
“It’s not going to be here for hours, but we do need to get your medicine and take a shower,” Brian said as he pulled her against his body. "But let's just relax for a minute."
Avia inhaled and settled against him. "Too bad we don't have that shipment."
“I wish we had it too,” Brian said. “That would have been some easy money.”
"What are we going to do about that?" Avia asked.
"I was thinking about taking it directly from the cops," Brian said. “They owe us four million.”
"That is too risky,” Avia said.
Brian shifted them both until he could sit with his back against the headboard. "I'll call our contact in the SPD. Get some information, and we’ll make a plan."
"They are not going to have four million dollars, not even between them," Avia said. "I don't think the risk is going to be worth the reward."
Brian pulled the blanket around her shoulders. "What do you want to do?"
"You're asking me?" Avia asked as she relaxed with her head on his shoulder. "You feel good."
Brian chuckled. "Are you starting to calm down?"
"I want your opinion because you seem extremely uncomfortable with the idea," Brian said. "I want to know your thoughts." When he felt her relax, he kissed the side of her face. He needed to call for her medicine. She was starting to twitch, which was a sure sign that she was starting to go into withdrawal.
"I want the stuff they stole from me," Avia said.
"What was that? Drugs? Guns?" Brian asked.
"Drugs, guns, equipment," Avia said.
Brian contemplated. "Are you sure they took it all out of your warehouse before they burned it?"
"None of it was there when I went into the site after the fire was out. Not even the damned ash," Avia said.
"I have to think about that," Brian said. "That's not going to be in the evidence locker downtown. I have to find whatever second or third storage facilities they have."
"Can you do it?" Avia asked.
"Maybe," Brian said. "I’m going to have to think about this and get a serious amount of information."
Avia kissed him.
Brian slid his hands through her hair. "Of course, if we can pull it off, it won't just be your stuff in that warehouse, and cleaning out the entire thing, the hammer will come down on this entire precinct.”
Avia grinned. "That'll teach them."
“And I’ll fence it through the Vitalis,” Brian said.
“Why can’t we sell it?” Avia asked. “The profit would be much higher.”
“We’ll keep some of it,” Brian said. “But the vast majority of it can’t be in our hands.” He slid a hand down her back. “You’re really tense. Do you need your medicine?"
Avia nodded. "Is it an injection day?"
"I think it's a pill day," Brian said. “Can you wait, or do you need it now?” He doubted she could wait, but he wanted to give her the choice.
“Now,” Avia said.
Brian picked up the phone and called the medical wing. "I need Avia's medicine up here." He put the phone back on the receiver. "They'll be up here in two minutes.”
"I'll be glad when this is over," Avia said.
"Give it a year," Brian said. "Mornings like this will be a thing of the past."
"I hope it’s sooner than a year," Avia said just as there was a knock on the bedroom door. “That was fast.”
"Come in," Brian said.
"I have Avia's pill," the nurse said.
Avia turned to grab it and the glass of water. She’d been in withdrawal since she’d opened her eyes. Now, it was really setting in, and Avia wasn’t sure this pill was going to help. However, she swallowed it with the water.
The nurse waited. "That should take about thirty minutes before it starts working."
"She hasn't had breakfast," Brian said.
"Twenty minutes," the nurse said. "If you don't feel any better after breakfast, let us know."
"Thanks," Avia said.
Brian didn't move until the nurse was out of the bedroom, and the door was closed. He helped Avia off his body and out of the bed before walking into the bathroom. He turned on the hot water. "You’ll feel better after this shower."
"Because the shower takes twenty minutes," Avia said.
"I was trying to be positive. I know you're having a rough morning." He tested the water. "It's ready.”
Avia stepped behind Brian and wrapped her arms around him. “I appreciate it.”
Brian turned around and kissed her. "I bet there's coffee downstairs."
"I need a gallon," Avia said.
“If you want a gallon, they’ll make it for you.” Brian grabbed a washcloth and lathered it. He slowly washed her body as if he were giving her a massage. He wanted to take his time so that her medicine kicked in by the time they were finished. He tossed the washcloth on the shower floor and grabbed the shampoo. He washed her hair and massaged her scalp. Once he was finished, he nudged her under the water so he could wash his body and hair.
“I may squeak once I get out of here,” Avia said.
Brian laughed. “Yeah, but how do you feel?”
“Better.” Avia stepped out of the shower and dried her body. She walked over to the sink and brushed her teeth.
By the time she finished rinsing her mouth, Brian was out of the shower.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. "We'll put some Bailey's in your coffee."
Avia turned around in his arms and kissed him. "We need to get to the pier."
Brian released her so he could brush his teeth. "We'll do that first thing after breakfast. How are the mechanics getting back to Texas?"
"I have no idea," Avia said as she walked into the bedroom. She threw her towels on the floor and walked into her closet.
"Are they staying here?" Brian walked into the bedroom and located a pair of boxers, undershirt and socks.
"They can," Avia said. "They may want a break from L, and there's nothing for them to do when the Seneca’s not there." She slid a dark green summer dress over her head.
"You're going to become the next Company headquarters." Brian put on his underclothes before finding a pair of jeans.
Avia walked out of the closet. "That doesn't bother me."
Brian slid his jeans on and fastened them. "It doesn't bother me either, but you don't have a maintenance shop or much storage. If this goes on for any length of time, we’ll need to add both.”
"I can build a maintenance shop if I buy the block next to mine on the pier," Avia said. “And I had storage until they burned down my warehouse.”
"You’re gonna make me do math, aren’t you?" Brian located a long-sleeved button shirt and put it on.
"If you want those things, I need more property,” Avia said.
“I’ll run the numbers.” Brian finished dressing and walked downstairs to the kitchen with Avia. Their coffee mugs were already filled and on the table. Brian grabbed the Baileys out of the cabinet and poured a hefty amount into his and Avia’s cups.
Avia took a long drink before sitting down at the table across from Brian.
"Are they landing your Seneca on the water?" Brian asked.
"Yeah," Avia said. "It has a pontoon conversion. That’s why I want to be there."
"Can you land it on the ground after they do that?" he asked.
"I can," Avia said. "The pontoons have wheels on the bottom. The increased drag is a bitch though."
"What about the landing gear?" Brian asked as the chef placed their plates on the table.
"Locked in the up position," Avia said. She picked up her fork and started eating the hashbrowns and scrambled eggs.
Brian drained his coffee while he watched Avia eat. It was obvious to him that she felt better. He sat his cup on the table so it could be refilled and started eating his pile of food. Brian easily had twice as much as her, but he was two and a half times her weight. “Where’s Breck?”
“Haven’t seen him this morning,” the chef said.
“When he makes an appearance, tell him we’re going to the pier,” Brian said.
Brian speared a sausage link and waved it in front of Avia. “Sausage link.” When she started to tell him she didn’t like them, he stuck it in her mouth.
Avia chewed and swallowed it. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you’d eat that.” He speared another link and held it in front of her.
“There’s no ketchup,” Avia said.
Brian dunked it in ketchup.
Avia ate it. “I feel better.”
“Just making sure.” Brian leaned over and kissed the side of her face before he dove into the remaining food on his plate.
Avia laughed. “You act like you haven’t eaten for a week.”
“I love the food here,” Brian said. “It’s a thousand times better than the shit served at L’s ranch.”
“I don’t like the food there either.” Avia picked up her toast and took a bite.
Brian finished his food and coffee before standing. He turned his gaze toward Avia. "You ready to go?"
Avia glanced at her toast.
“Bring your toast,” Brian said. “I want to get a jump on something this morning while we’re at the pier.”
Avia looked him up and down and realized he had adjusted himself. She grinned, grabbed her toast and stood. “I’m ready.”
"Did you want to take my car or one of yours?" Brian asked.
"I don't want to drive," Avia said.
"I'll drive," Brian said.
Avia opened the back door. She turned to see Charles walking into the kitchen. "Can you get the Mercedes out of the garage?"
"Of course." Charles grabbed the keys off the hook and walked outside.
Brian waited while Charles drove the dark red Mercedes out of the garage.
Avia slid in on the passenger's side and closed the door. By the time she finished her toast, Brian had the engine started.
He drove out of the estate. Instead of turning toward the pier, Brian drove straight.
Avia positioned herself fully onto the seat, turned and wrapped her arms around him. “Where are you going?”
"To get some security cameras," Brian said. "And a better motion detector. And a computer to run all of it." He cast a sideways glance at her when he reached a stoplight. “Did you want something?”
"The mechanics to hurry up with my plane," Avia said. “And to know where you hid it?”
Brian laughed. He knew exactly the ‘it’ she meant. “You can find ‘it’ later, and even if they took off an hour ago, we'll still be stuck there most of the day. I might as well get this done. Your security at the pier is non-existent.”
“It’s been non-existent since it was built,” Avia said. “Why is it a problem now?”
“It’s always been a problem. I meant to do it last time I was here, but shit got in the way. Now, with the potential for snooping cops, I really need to get it done,” Brian said.
"Shit.” Avia flopped back in the seat. “What about that guy last night? Is my pier going to be a crime scene?"
“Yes, it is.” Brian stepped on the gas when the light changed. "They wanted the security camera footage from our house last night. Specifically, the cameras that face the pier.”
“I don’t think they see that far. That’s three blocks down the road,” Avia said.
“They were probably just looking for any cameras in the area,” Brian said. “That road would be an escape route.”
“Did you give it to them?” Avia asked.
“Hell no,” Brian said. “If they want it, they can get a warrant. I’m not in the business of helping the police.”
“Is that why we took my car?” Avia asked.
"The rifle I used is in the trunk. It’s a rather expensive rifle, so I’d rather not have it confiscated.”
"I don't know what's in this car," Avia said.
"You're going to look while I get the new security system," Brian said. "You need to throw away any drugs."
"What about guns?" Avia asked.
"Put those away," Brian said.
"I don't know if this car has been modified," Avia said.
"I'm sure it has. I wouldn't be surprised if I did this one myself," Brian said as he turned into the parking lot of a large electronic's store. He turned off the engine and triggered the button to open the trunk.
Avia stepped out of the car and walked around to the trunk.
Brian triggered a button on the underside of the latching bar. A panel in the back of the trunk popped out. "That's you're hole. It pushes back into place. You'll feel it latch." When Avia looked at him, he kissed her. "I need to go get this crap."
Avia grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “Now I remember. You drove off with this car and called me later.”
“Don’t even insinuate that I stole it with as many times as you’ve driven off with my car.” Brian kissed up her neck to her ear. "We will continue this after I install the security cameras."
Avia let go of his shirt. “Oh yeah?"
"If your airplane doesn't arrive by then." Brian turned and walked toward the retail store’s doors. He knew she wanted him. Unfortunately, he thought today was going to be rather busy.
Avia dug through the glovebox, side pockets, backseat and under the seats for any drugs or guns that might have been left in the car from the last time she used it. She found two medicine bottles and a revolver. She tossed the revolver in the trunk compartment and closed it. Then, she closed all the doors and the trunk before walking up to the doors and throwing the pill bottles away. She hated doing it. There were several grams of heroin in those bottles, but even she had to admit that she wouldn't use heroin that was more than a year old, especially when it was stored in a car.
Avia turned to walk back to the Mercedes when she felt a hand on her arm. She jerked around to view Locke. "What the fuck!"
"You were about to walk in front of a car," Locke said and motioned with his free hand as a sedan drove past them.
Avia glared at him. "Can you let go of me now?"
Locke released her arm.
"What's going on?" Brian asked as he walked out of the store with a shopping cart full of electronics.
Locke turned to view Brian. "Saving your girlfriend from getting hit by a car." He held up a bag with two two-liters. "Aside from that, I was getting Cokes."
"Thank you," Brian said. He looked at Locke. "And what the hell are you doing here? You’re a little far away from home."
"Visiting Josephine," Locke said. "By now, you've probably heard I've been fired."
"I wouldn't say I've heard that," Brian said. "I heard you're off our case though."
"Fired, pending the conclusion of an investigation," Locke said as he looked at them both.
“Tough break,” Brian said. “But don’t look at me. I don’t have time to make your life a living hell. As you just saw, I have my hands full.” He motioned to Avia before guiding her toward the Mercedes.
Brian put the packages in the trunk before opening Avia’s door. Once she was inside, he closed her door, walked around the car and stepped in on the driver's side. He started the engine and backed out of the parking space.
Avia nudged him with her elbow. “Locke suspects something.”
“My cover story is ironclad,” Brian said. “And we pay out lawyer a fuckton to keep us out of jail.”
“Didn’t work so well for Benton, and I still don’t like that he’s here,” Avia said.
"I know this is your escape city, but he’s not staying at your house. He’s probably staying with Josephine," Brian said. “And it did work for Benton. He got three years instead of twenty to life.”
"I still think he's planning something," Avia said.
"I wouldn’t put it past him." Brian kept his eyes out the windshield as they approached Avia's pier. “But he’s probably here to get fucked, and we have bigger things to tackle.”
“Shit,” Avia said as she counted ten cops and six cop cars on and around her pier. “It’s a crime scene.”
"Hang tight. Let me see if I can get through it," Brian said. He turned into the small lot in front of Avia's warehouse and stepped on the brakes when two cops started running for the car.
Brian grabbed Avia’s arm when she reached for the door handle. “Don’t, and don’t say anything.”
"What are you doing here?" an officer asked as he approached their car.
"This is our warehouse," Brian said.
"That building?" He motioned.
"Yes," Brian said.
"Can you prove that?" the officer asked.
"The deed is in the building," Avia said.
"Is there something going on here?" another officer asked as he walked over.
"He says he owns that warehouse," the officer said.
"And the pier you're standing on. What the fuck happened?" Avia asked.
"Someone was shot on that boat last night," the second officer said. "Have you ever seen that boat before, and were you expecting a boat at your pier?"
"I've never seen that boat, and it did not have permission to dock here," Avia said. "That's where my airplane docks, and it's due here later today."
"The seaplane may have to wait. We’ll be done when we’re done," the second officer said. "The warehouse is fine. We've already checked around it and didn't find anything, but don't go near the pier."
"Thank you," Brian said. He pulled forward in front of the overhead door. “Wait a minute.” Brian checked all the mirrors and around the car. The cops were walking away. “Now open it.”
Avia stepped out of the car and closed the door. She walked up to the overhead door and input the code before pressing the button to open it. She walked inside ahead of the car and turned on the lights. Once Brian had parked and turned off the engine, she hit the button to close the overhead door.
"That was interesting," Brian said. He was a little miffed that Avia interjected, but since it had worked out well, he decided to let it go.
"They don't have a clue what happened last night," Avia said.
"They know what happened. Some dumbfuck got shot, but they’ll never put it together enough to arrest anyone.” Brian grabbed the equipment out of the trunk.
“Why do you not dispose of the bodies?” Avia asked.
“Like in the movies?” Brian asked as he waited for Avia to open the door between the garage and living area.
“Yeah.” She held the door open for Brian.
“You don’t want to do that these days.” He walked into the kitchen.
Avia closed the door. “Why?”
Brian unboxed the pieces while he talked. “Because the minute you step into a crime scene, you’re going to leave something behind. It could be a fingerprint, a bootprint, hair. Even blood if you happen to get injured while committing the crime. Rich police departments will even look for clothing fibers, like say if my shirt rubbed up against the guy’s jeans and left the equivalent of dryer lint behind. This is why I’ll cut brake lines. I’ll shoot through a window. I don’t want to be in the area if I don’t have to be there.”
Avia grabbed two beers out of the fridge and set both on the kitchen counter. She pushed one toward Brian and opened the other one. “Why do you never talk to me about what you do?”
Brian stopped unboxing cameras and looked at her. “You don’t ask all that often and usually accept it when I tell you it went fine.” He picked a box up off the counter and handed it to her. "Before you get excited, it’s just your new phone.”
“So, it’s not a present.” Avia opened the box and pulled it out.
“It was the nicest one they had in the store,” Brian said. “It should be ready to go. That's your regular number. I cleared your messages. It was nothing important." Brian picked up his beer and took a long drink.
"How do you know they weren't important?" Avia asked.
"It was six messages of Benton begging you to answer the phone, and ten from your dealers,” Brian said. “Or people asking about product that you don’t have.”
"Let me get these cameras setup. Then, I'll make lunch," Brian said.
"You will?" Avia asked.
"I'll grill some steaks," Brian said. He walked back to the kitchen and resumed pulling out several cameras, wires, a DVD recorder and a few other pieces of equipment.
"The grill is in the warehouse," Avia said.
"Is it propane or charcoal?" Brian asked as he skimmed the directions for the CCTV system.
"Propane, and there should be a full tank. Charles is supposed to check this once a week," Avia said.
Brian turned around and opened the refrigerator then the cabinets. "This is going to be good. I see potatoes, beans, corn on the cob and a few other things." He turned back to the equipment.
"Private time in the warehouse?" Avia asked.
"Alone time. Something we don't get a whole lot of," Brian said. He picked up a camera. "I have eight of these. Where do you want them?"
"Around the doors and focused on the pier," Avia said.
"What about the road?" Brian asked.
"One on the road to see who comes in," Avia said before taking a drink of her beer. "There is a bedroom here, and a full bathroom.”
Brian dug through the drawers for a power drill. He eventually found one under the sink. “Why is there an apartment in here, and are the rest of the tools in the warehouse?"
"They should be," Avia said. “And it’s here in case the delivery is extremely late at night. I’ll hear the buzzer on the back door from the bedroom.”
“Did you want to stay here tonight?” Brian asked then motioned to a door at the far side of the room. "That door?"
"I’d really like a distraction-free night," Avia said. "The light switch is next to the door on the other side."
“Then, that’s what we’ll do.” Brian walked through the door and turned on the light to the warehouse. "Damn. This is empty."
"The giant toolbox thing is along the far wall," Avia said. "I haven't had any shipments here in a long time."
Brian walked back into the living area and grabbed the boxes of equipment. “This may take a while. Stay inside.” He carried the equipment outside.
Avia finished her beer and grabbed another one out of the fridge before making herself comfortable on the couch. She flipped through her new phone for the better part of an hour. It was similar to her old phone, but the screen was bigger. Eventually, she set it on the coffee table and turned the TV to a random movie.
It took Brian two hours to setup the camera system outside. Then, he walked inside and setup the computer system in the large closet in the bedroom. By the time he finished, it was almost one, and he was starving. “It’s done and operating.”
Avia finished her fourth beer just as Brian walked out of the bedroom. “Does it record?”
"I thought you'd be laying naked on the bed when I walked out of the closet," Brian said. “It does record. There are two drives in the computer. One of them is entirely for video storage.”
"I thought about it," Avia said. "My plane radioed. They're an hour out."
"Plenty of time for me to put the steaks on," Brian said.
Avia walked over to the fridge and grabbed another beer.
"How many are in there?" Brian asked.
Avia pulled one out and handed it to him. "Plenty and several cases in the garage. The bar is also fully stocked."
Brian opened his beer and took a drink. He sat it on the counter and opened the freezer before pulling out three steaks. "How many people are on that plane?"
"I think it’s just Joe," Avia said.
Brian pulled out three more steaks. "Who's that other one you like?"
"Mike, and I don't like him," Avia said.
Brian leaned down and opened the crisper drawers. He took out all the corn and placed it on the counter. "I thought you fucked him."
"He has a cock," Avia said.
Brian laughed. "What else do you want to eat?"
"Baked beans. Chips," Avia said.
"Chips and dip I see. I am not feeding you beans," Brian said.
"That only happened once!"
Brian turned around and kissed her. "Once was enough."
Avia slid her hands down his chest.
Brian took a hold of her hands. "Let me get this food on the grill." He kissed her as he pulled her arms around him.
Avia hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his. "They'll be here by the time you finish loading the grill."
"That’s a real possibility, but if we want to eat today, I need to start these," Brian said. He slid his hands down to her butt and squeezed before releasing her.
Avia grabbed her beer and walked over to the couch and sprawled across it. "Are you going to call that cop?"
Brian put the steaks and corn into large metal baking pan. "Eventually.” He picked up the pan. “Will you open the door for me?”
Avia stood and walked over to the door. She opened it as he approached. "Is the grill outside?"
"Not yet," Brian said.
Avia opened the exterior door and propped it open with a brick. Then, she wheeled the propane grill through it.
Brian sat the food on a small table next to the door. He grabbed the grill kit and walked outside.
"The hose is over there." Avia motioned. She watched as Brian scrubbed the grill with a wire brush.
"I don't need the hose." Brian turned the grill on high and closed the lid.
Avia looked at the grill. "You forgot to put the food on it."
"I'm burning off anything that I missed." Brian waited a few minutes then opened the grill and turned down the heat. He unwrapped the steaks and placed then on the highest grates. Then, he closed the lid. "I'm going to let those cook for a minute before putting the corn on."
Avia followed Brian inside.
“I need to take a shower. If you want to speed this up, put the steaks on the lower rack in about ten minutes. Then. Put the corn on the top rack. There’s no need to shuck the corn.”
"I can do that," Avia said. She watched Brian walk into the bedroom. "Do you have clothes?"
"We'll see," Brian said. "Charles is pretty astute."
“I’m going to go see about these stupid cops,” Avia said. “They are still on my property.”
“No,” Brian said as he turned on the shower.
Avia walked into the bathroom. “Yes...” She paused her words when she saw Brian undressing.
Brian tossed his clothes into the hamper, turned around and grinned at the expression on Avia’s face. “Am I distracting you?”
“Yes,” Avia said.
“I’m filthy after installing those cameras and cleaning the grill,” Brian said. “You don’t want any of this right now.”
“Yes, I do, but I’ll go check the grill,” Avia said.
She walked outside and watched the grill while Brian showered. When she heard the steaks sizzling, she opened the grill and picked up the tongs. Avia moved the steak from the top grate to the bottom. Then, she walked back inside to get the corn so she could put it on the top grates.
Once she was finished, she turned to look at the pier and the water. It looked like the cops were about finished. She wanted to walk over and ask, but Brian was adamant that she remain around the warehouse.
Avia turned to go inside just as Brian stepped through the door. “Those clothes look different.”
"Charles did move a couple days of clothes here," Brian said.
Avia wrapped her arms around him.
Brian kissed her passionately before realizing the cops could see them if they looked toward the warehouse. He pulled her into the building. "What made you redo the warehouse? This seems like overkill since your house is three blocks away."
"In case they raid the house again," Avia said.
"Is this in your name?" Brian asked.
"It is," Avia said.
"That's not going to help you for very long," Brian said. "They could search both."
"Damn," Avia said.
"It's still beneficial," Brian said as he led her into the living area. “Just not as a hideout.”
"How?" Avia asked.
"It’ll hold excess cargo. The garage helps ensure people don't realize you're here, and you were complaining about all the people you've been around for the last eight months." He kissed her. "You have a view of the water, and you can get some private time without your staff if you really need it."
"Speaking of private time, I’m surprised Breck hasn’t made an appearance," Avia said.
"You’re house is better than a hotel,” Brian said as he unzipped her dress. “I called after my shower. He was bowling. I invited him for steaks. He said he’d be by later this evening.”
Avia slid her hands down his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons. "Do we have time?"
"We're going to make time." He pulled Avia’s dress over her head and tossed it onto the coffee table while she unfastening his pants.
She pulled out his cock. Avia had planned to tease him but he was already hard. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“All morning.” Brian nudged her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her into his lap.
Avia straddled him. “You should have said something while we were in bed.” She sunk down on his cock with a gasp.
“You wanted held.” Brian wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. “And you didn’t feel well.”
Avia shifted her hips, feeling his cock slip in and out of her pussy. “I would have done it.”
Brian grunted. She was already tight around him. He brought his hands to her breasts and massaged them, teasing her nipples with his thumbs before what she said registered in him mind. She would have fucked him this morning even though she wasn’t interested. “Avy, stop for a minute.”
Avia stopped and looked at him. Her pussy tingled, and she was ready to feel him cum. “What’d I do?”
Brian kissed her. “Nothing, and you don’t have to get out of my lap.” He slid his hands down her arms. “I just want to say something.”
Avia gazed at him. She couldn’t read his expression, but he was definitely thinking. “I’m listening.”
“I would never ask you to have sex when you don’t feel up to it,” Brian said. “If I have in the past, I want to apologize right now.”
Avia wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. “You’ve done the same for me. If you have to apologize, so do I.”
Brian slid his hands into her hair. “I think that just gave me a bigger erection.”
Avia shifted her hips and inhaled. “Oh, it feels good.”
Brian grunted. “Ride it.”
Avia gripped his shoulders and shifted her hips. She moaned as her pleasure increased.
Brian wrapped his hands around her hips. “Slower. No one’s going to interrupt.” At least, he hoped not. He guided her into a more rhythmic pace.
Avia moaned and panted. She writhed as her orgasm got closer.
Brian thrust into her. As much as he wanted to last longer, it wasn’t happening. He was seconds from blowing. Thankfully, Avia seemed to be close. He pulled her down onto his cock as he groaned and released.
Avia screamed and spasmed before collapsing against him.
Brian drug a hand down her back just as he heard a sound near the doorway between the warehouse and living area. The exterior door was open because the grill was on, and Brian expected a cop. Instead, he looked up to see Breck. Brian laid his head against the back of the couch. He still needed a minute before he could gather enough thoughts to talk.
"I stepped in to tell you I was here," Breck said.
Brian waved a hand in Breck’s direction. “We’ll be out.”
"I don't know about that. Avia looks awfully comfortable," Breck said.
"I am comfortable," Avia said with her head on Brian's shoulder.
Brian chuckled. "So am I.”
“Take your time. I’ll man that grill,” Breck said before turning and walking through the warehouse.
Brian inhaled. “I’m glad that wasn’t a cop.”
“Or Benton,” Avia said.
“That would not have gone well,” Brian said. “You’re naked and still on my cock. I would not be able to talk my way out of this.”
“Have you had to?” Avia asked.
“I have. Luckily, Benton has terrible timing. He’d always show up after we fucked and took a shower, and you were usually asleep,” Brian said. “So, I’d just tell him he wasn’t home. You were cold, and he knows how that goes.”
Avia laughed. “Does that work?”
“Have you ever been woken up by Benton yelling at me because I fucked you?” Brian asked.
“No,” Avia said.
“There ya go,” Brian said. He tapped her thigh. “But we really do have to get cleaned up.” He helped her off his cock and out of his lap.
Avia walked into the bedroom than the bathroom to take a quick shower while Brian washed the slime from his cock.
It didn't take her long to wash and rinse. She stepped out of the shower to dry her body and hair. Then, she walked into the living area and picked up her dress. She slid it over her head.
Brian stepped behind her and carefully zipped her dress. Then, he kissed the back of her neck.
Avia grinned and turned around.
Brian kissed her mouth. "I bet the food is ready."
"Did you ever call your contact?" Avia asked.
“I’ll do it tomorrow.”
"Tomorrow is Monday," Avia said.
"Later tonight," Brian said as he walked with her through the warehouse area and out the exterior door.
"You're just in time," Breck said. "The food’s done."
"I'll get the plates," Avia said.
“Thanks,” Brian said. “I think this stuff would have burned if I were in charge of it.”
“Not a problem,” Breck said. "I was just happy to see you guys relaxing. I didn't think it was possible."
“Not often and sure as fuck not in Texas,” Brian said. “Let me get something so we can bring the food inside.”
"If you have chairs, we can eat out here," Breck said. "It's a nice view."
"There might be some in the warehouse," Avia said as she walked into the living area and into the kitchen. She grabbed three plates, forks and knives. By the time she walked back outside, Breck had found the chairs and a card table. Brian had the dish to hold the steaks and corn.
“If you want to find a rag, I’ll clean this table,” Breck said.
Avia retrieved a bottle of cleaning solution and a rag to wipe off the table.
Breck took the cleaning supplies from her and scrubbed down the table. "Now, we have a place to enjoy the view."
"And play cards later," Avia said as she sat in the chair.
“I’m up for that,” Breck said.
Brian sat the steaks and corn on the table. "Load up. I'll be back with the steak sauce and butter."
Avia grabbed her fork and knife. "I wonder where my plane is. It's been more than an hour.”
"They may have underestimated where they were," Breck said then looked at Avia. She had her fork and knife and an empty plate. If he hadn’t heard Brian the other night, he wouldn’t have understood why she was waiting. He speared a steak and put it on Avia’s plate. Then, he added a corn to her plate before loading his.
Avia cut into her steak and took a bite just as Brian appeared with the butter and steak sauce.
“Did you do that or did she?” Brian asked as he added steak sauce to her steak. Then, chunked off a piece of butter for her corn. He also placed some beers in front of them.
“I did it,” Breck said between bites. “No big deal.”
“Appreciate it,” Brian said as he sat down. He loaded his plate then leaned over and kissed Avia.
"What's that for?" Avia asked as she cut more of her steak.
"No reason." Brian cut his steak and started eating it.
Breck tossed a pile of butter on his corn. "If I had to guess, he was bothered by your lack of eating last week."
"I didn't feel good last week," Avia said.
"No headaches today?" Breck asked between bites.
"None," Avia said. She finished her steak then picked up her corn.
“That’s not entirely true,” Brian said. “She didn’t feel good when she first woke up, but I called down for a dose before we got out of bed.”
"Well, I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better," Breck said. He dunked a steak chunk in sauce and ate it.
"I think I hear your Seneca," Brian said as he turned his head to look out at the water.
“They’re late!” Avia stood from the table.
“Eat your food and be glad they’re late, or we would have had more of an audience earlier,” Brian said.
Avia turned her head toward Brian. “They would not have watched.”
“They would have and probably jacked off to it,” Brian said.
Avia sat down. “You are awful.” She watched her plane come into view. “And you said we wouldn’t have an audience.”
“Didn’t know when Breck was coming by.” Brian watched Avia's Seneca taxi next to the pier. "That is a hell of a setup."
"The pontoons?" Avia asked.
"They're a lot bigger than I thought," Brian said.
"Almost as long as the damned plane. That's why it's a bitch to fly," Avia said as she heard Joe turned off the engines. She speared a steak piece with her fork and ate it.
"Sorry, I’m late. The tailwind turned into a headwind," Joe said as he walked up to the table.
"Grab a plate and some food," Brian said. "We're just glad to see you."
"Where's Mike?" Avia asked.
"Texas," Joe said. "Doing storm damage repair."
Avia rolled her eyes. "And Benton didn't show up in McAllen for the flight?"
"No. Thankfully, and he knew we were going. He called four times wanting me to fly to La Pryor and pick him up." Joe grabbed a plate and put a steak and corn on it. "I told him no. The G's on landing and takeoff wouldn't be good for his shoulder."
"Does it need fuel?" Avia asked.
"It does need fuel," Joe sat down and started eating his steak. “I don’t think L is paying the damned avgas bills. Everything we had at the ranch is in the plane.”
“Are you fucking serious? The tanks are out at the house?” Brian asked.
“They are empty, Brian,” Joe said. “I filled her tanks. Drained the water, and filled them again until it stopped giving me gas. It filled her main tanks and half-filled her secondary tanks.”
Brian picked up his cell phone and called their tank repair guy. “Hey, it’s Brian.” He listened. “Can you get over to the ranch and see what’s going on with my avgas tanks? The bottom was full of water.” He paused while the repair guy spoke. “No emergency. I’m out of town, but my pilot just called. Said she filled enough to get off the ground, but the tanks are empty and what was there was mostly water.” Brian rolled his eyes. “Tuesday is fine… Yes. Call me at this number.” He ended the call. “I hate that guy, but he’ll be out Tuesday.”
"What's it got in it? Quarter tanks?" Avia asked.
"Little less than that," Joe said.
"It'd burn that on takeoff," Avia said.
"You'd be coasting into Venice," Joe said.
"Not with those pontoons," Avia said. She finished her corn.
Brian picked his phone up off the table and dialed. “This shit is why we need to get rid of L. Avgas is critical. If she has no gas, it becomes a real pain in the ass to deliver.”
"Who are you calling?" Avia asked.
"The fuel truck." Brian listened while the phone rang. He spoke once someone answered. It didn't take long for him to place the order and he ended the call. "They'll be out later tonight."
"Do we have to be here to pay?" Avia asked.
"No. I gave them the business credit card," Brian said. He set his phone back on the table and resumed eating. “Did any other shit happen in the last twenty-four hours?”
“Same shit different day,” Joe said between bites. “How’s it out here?”
“Uneventful for the most part,” Brian said. “We had some cops out here earlier today. Some guy got shot on a boat last night, and Locke’s in town.”
“Holy fuck,” Joe said. “And that’s uneventful?”
“Given the last few weeks it is,” Brian said as he eyed the last steak on the plate.
“If you want it, go for it,” Breck said as he pushed his plate away. “I’m stuffed.”
“I’m good with this steak,” Joe said. “And I see you’re point.”
“I’m not going to eat two steaks. I’m barely going to finish this one,” Avia said.
Brian speared it and put the steak on his plate. “I love eating with you guys.”
Joe laughed. “You are the hungriest man alive.”
“I have to maintain these muscles.” Brian cut into his second steak and ate half of it.
“Your muscles?” Avia questioned as she nudged Brian with her shoulder.
“You liked them earlier,” Brian said.
“You missed the show, Joe. Back door was completely locked when I got here. I had to walk around to the front door,” Breck said.
“Oh man. I know where this is going,” Joe said.
“I get to the door. Grill’s on. No one’s around. I take a peak at the food. It’s not burning, so I head on inside,” Breck said.
“I bet,” Joe said.
“I get about halfway through the warehouse,” Breck said. “And I swear it sounds like someone is getting murdered.”
Joe nearly choked on his beer. “Oh fuck. You did not...”
“Police training and all that,” Breck said. “I walk through the interior door and those two are all but passed out on the couch. No blood. No murder scene.”
“How the hell long were you standing there?” Brian asked.
“Not long,” Breck said. “You looked up almost immediately.”
Avia looked over at Joe who was absolutely losing it. “Joe!”
“It’s hilarious, Avia,” Joe said. “I’m surprised Brian could even move.” He turned to Breck. “She wears you out.”
“I believe it,” Breck said.
“You need my workout program, Joe?” Brian asked before finishing his steak.
“Hell no. I saw half your workout one time,” Joe said. “Watching it was enough.”
“Are you complaining about how I fuck?” Avia asked.
“No,” Brian and Joe said at the same time.
“Anyway, that’s not a frequent thing, if you’re wondering, Brian,” Joe said.
“I wasn’t going to ask,” Brian said. “But given she’s almost never in Texas...”
Avia grumbled and pushed her plate away.
“You’re not done with that,” Brian said.
“Is there cheesecake?” Avia asked.
“There was some sort of pie in there,” Brian said. “I’ll go get it if you take two more bites of everything.”
“I can go get it myself,” Avia said.
“When you gain five pounds, I’ll stop reminding you to eat,” Brian said.
Avia ate two more bites of her steak and corn. “Pie.”
Brian finished his beer. “Anyone need more beer while I’m inside?”
“I could use another one,” Breck said.
Joe shook his can. “Mine’s about empty.”
“I’ll be back.” Brian stood and walked into the warehouse.
“How’d my plane fly?” Avia asked.
“Well enough, considering it had the pontoons on it,” Joe said. “I need to do some engine tweaking. It was a little choppy for my liking.”
“It was probably the gas,” Avia said.
“I thought about that,” Joe said. “But it didn’t smooth out. I’ll get it done before your next run.”
“My next run is wherever Brian needs to go,” Avia said.
“I heard my name,” Brian said as he walked out of the warehouse with the pie and four more beers. He set the stack on the table and passed out the beers.
“I was asking her when her next run was. The timing on her engines is off,” Joe said.
“No deliveries scheduled that I know of, but I may need her to drop me somewhere in the next week,” Brian said. He opened the box and picked up the knife.
“I can get it done by the end of the week.” Joe said.
“Fuel should be here tonight,” Brian said as he passed out slices of cheesecake.
"Are you staying at the house for the week, Joe?" Avia asked.
"I thought I might," Joe said. "Broken airplane or not, L is on my last nerve."
“He’s on everyone’s last nerve,” Brian said. He sat down in his chair and grabbed his fork.
“I thought there was a plan for that,” Joe said.
“There was,” Brian said. “Then, Benton got shot.”
“I think I’ll get this stuff cleaned up for you guys.” Breck stood. He made sure the grill was turned off and grabbed the rest of the items from the table.
“Thanks, Breck,” Brian said. “I think we’re going to talk shop for a minute.”
“Not a problem,” Breck said as he picked up the dirty dishes. “I’ll bring out some more beer.”
“I heard he was brought up on felon in possession of a gun,” Joe said.
“We don’t think it’s going anywhere,” Brian said. “His defense is that he was protecting Avia from being kidnapped, and for once, that’s the goddamned truth.”
“They still want to press charges after learning he grabbed the gun because Avia was being kidnapped?” Joe asked.
“I was kidnapped for a couple hours,” Avia said. “And yes. They really think a jury is going to convict him.”
“That’s not happening. Jury gets one look at you, and they’re going to lose their case,” Joe said.
“I don’t see them getting very far with it,” Brian said. “Xavier six-five and two-twenty. Jamie is five-six and one-thirty, and Avia is five-three and eight-five pounds.”
“Benton’s over six feet,” Joe said.
“And about two-hundred,” Brian said. “Xavier is bigger than Benton.”
“Is he bigger than you?” Joe asked.
“He’s bigger than me too,” Brian said. “Benton and I are about the same height. I have about twenty more pounds of muscle, but Benton doesn’t have to climb trees on a regular basis.”
Avia looked around the parking lot.
“Are you looking for a tree?” Brian asked.
“Yes,” Avia said.
“I don’t need a tree.” Brian stood. He sized up the warehouse. “It’s be easier if she had windows, but...” Brian jumped and grabbed a steel drain pipe. Then, he shimmied his way up it until he reached the line of the roof. Brian grabbed the edge and hoisted himself onto the tan colored steel.
“Holy fuck,” Joe said.
Brian sat with his legs over the edge. “You don’t want to know what kind of arm and shoulder strength that takes.”
“How the hell are you going to get down?” Avia asked.
“If I was working, I’d grab that drain pipe and jump down,” Brian said. “But I’d pull the hangers out of the wall, so if one of you could get the ladder.”
“That was damned impressive,” Joe said as he stood. “I’ll get the ladder.”
Breck walked outside with four beers. “Dishes are washing, and I have more beer.” He looked up. “Why are you on the roof?”
“Avia wanted to see me climb a tree, so I climbed the building,” Brian said.
Breck chuckled and shook his head. He handed Avia a beer and set the other three on the table.
Joe walked out of the warehouse and placed the ladder against the building so Brian could climb down. “Leave it to you to climb a building and get stuck.” He picked up a beer and opened it.
“I didn’t get stuck,” Brian said as he grabbed a beer. “I don’t want to replace all those downspout hangers.”
“Quick question,” Breck asked as he opened his beer. “How are we getting back to the house?”
“Car in the garage,” Brian said. “But we should probably get going before I’m to drunk to drive three blocks.”
Joe drank his beer in one swallow. “Let’s get the rest of this stuff inside."
Avia scowled. This is not what you said.”
“How about tomorrow night?” Brian asked.
“You said tonight,” Avia said.
“I know, but we really should all go to the main house together,” Brian said. “It’ll make it easier for the staff.”
"They can drive the car back," Avia said.
"Then, we have to call a car in the morning," Brian said.
“Fine,” Avia said. "We can go."
Ten minutes later, Brian did one last check of the doors before getting in the car and driving Avia, Breck and Joe to the main house.
Avia sprawled on the couch with a vodka and Coke. They’d been home about 30 minutes. Breck wanted to show Joe the bowling alley, even though Avia was pretty sure Joe had already seen the bowling alley. Either way, they could practice bowling before her and Brian kicked their asses.
Avia turned her head when Brian walked into the room. He’d walked out when they’d first arrived so he could make phone calls. She started to say something when she realized he was still on the phone.
Brian leaned down and kissed Avia while he listened to his SPD contact. "Did you just say Locke was living with Josephine?" Brian asked. "And that's your police chief?" He made a contemplative sound. "I knew he was in town. I saw t\him this morning. Was he at pier 173?" He paused. "Okay, good.” He listened.
Avia bolted upright on the couch. “Are you talking about Locke?”
“That was Avia,” Brian said then paused. “She’s doing rehab here at the house.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s doing well.” Brian sat down in the chair. “Anyway, do you remember that warehouse raid? ...Yes, the one late last year.” Brian put the phone on speaker.
“That was downtown,” the contact said.
“Yeah, and it was burned to the ground,” Brian said.
“Someone said you guys set it up to burn,” he said.
“We did not. Your police force did that,” Brian said.
“Well, shit. Okay, what about it?” he asked.
“Where’s the stuff?” Brian asked.
“In the evidence room,” he said.
“I guarantee you it’s not in the evidence room,” Brian said. “It was a ten-thousand square foot warehouse, and they cleaned it out.”
“I was told it all burned in the fire, or the vast majority of it. That’s why charges were never pressed.”
“They don’t know who owns the property,” Brian said. “That’s why no charges have been filed, but they walked away with all the stuff.”
“I don’t know where it would be,” he said.
“Find out,” Brian said.
“You’re not serious,” the contact said.
“Very serious,” Brian said. “We’re talking about millions of dollars worth of inventory that was stolen.”
“That’s a liberal interpretation of stealing,” he said.
“I don’t think so,” Brian said. “Is anyone going to jail for it?”
“Not so far,” he said.
“Then, it was stolen, and I want it back,” Brian said.
“I’m not breaking into a police evidence locker,” he said.
“You don’t have to,” Brian said. “I just need to know where it’s at.”
“I’ll get the information if it’s anywhere to be gotten,” he said. “Give me a few days. They have a couple extra storage facilities, but I’m pretty sure there’s only one that’s going to hold that much stuff.”
“I want everything about it,” Brian said. “What’s in it. Who’s guarding it. Shift rotations.”
“I’ll get as much as I can,” he said.
“Call me later.” Brian ended the call.
"What was that?" Avia asked.
“Me starting the process of getting your stuff back,” Brian said. “And Locke is living with Josephine.”
“I can’t believe anyone would fuck him,” Avia said.
“Neither can I,” Brian said. “As for the rest of it, we’ll see what my contact says in a couple days.”
Avia stood after finishing her drink. “Breck and Joe are bowling downstairs.”
“Let’s go do that,” Brian said. “It’s still a few hours before dinner.”
"Too bad it's Sunday," Avia said as they walked down the hall to the basement stairs.
“Why is that?” Brian asked.
“We could go out,” Avia said.
“I do want to take you out to a nice dinner this week,” Brian said.
“A date?” Avia asked as they walked out of the parlor and down the hall that would take them to the basement staircase.
Brian paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked at her.
Avia watched him. “You’re turning red!? Are you serious? Are we going out on a date?” All of a sudden, she felt nervous, which was ridiculous given the number of times they’d fucked.
Brian grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace. “I am not the only one turning red. Did you have to use that word?” He didn’t think he could feel anymore embarrassed. Then again, he hadn’t asked anyone out on a real date in what felt like a hundred years. Brian kissed the top of her head. “I think we should go on one, don’t you?”
“Yes… Just...” She inhaled.
“Feels a little weird, doesn't it?” Brian asked.
“Very,” Avia said.
“Do you want to do it?” Brian asked.
“Yes. Are we just going out to eat?” Avia asked.
“I thought we could go to a movie afterwards,” Brian said.
“I feel like I’ve just been asked out by the hottest guy at the airport,” Avia said.
Brian laughed. “I know the feeling, and I might be the hottest guy at the air strip.”
Brian kissed her deeply.
Avia smiled. “Are you going to wear a suit?”
“If you wear that red evening gown you wore a couple years ago.”
“Oh. What was that event?” Avia asked.
“I don’t remember, but I remember that dress,” Brian said. “It matches your hair.”
“I think I still have it,” Avia said.
“Are you guys all right?” Joe asked from the doorway.
“Yeah,” Brian said. “Are you guys ready to play?”
“We’re set up and have you plugged in. It’s me and Breck against you guys,” Joe said.
“Can we play cards after dinner?” Avia asked as she followed them into the bowling room.
“Of course.” Joe walked over to the center console.
“Does that scoreboard say we’re going first?” Brian asked.
“It does,” Breck said.
“Avy, go first. I’ll mix some drinks,” Brian said as he walked over to the mini bar to make everyone whiskey sours.
“Can I just have a Coke?” Avia asked.
“Absolutely,” Brian said. “Do you want any flavoring? I see lemon, cherry and vanilla.”
“Cherry,” Avia said as she picked up her first ball. “And a splash of the chocolate liquor.”
“Like a one percent drink?” Brian asked as he added the cherry flavoring.”
“Yeah,” Avia said. She stepped up to the line and threw her ball.
“Throw your next ball, then come here and taste this,” Brian said.
“Are you making her an alcoholic chocolate cherry Coke?” Joe asked as he heard Avia’s second ball crash into the pins.
“Yep,” Brian said.
“I’ll take one of those,” Breck said.
Avia walked over to the mini bar and tasted the drink. “Little more.”
Brian added more chocolate. “That’s like three percent alcohol.”
Avia tasted it. “Perfect.”
Brian mixed the rest of the drinks and handed them out. He made himself a whiskey sour.
“This is damned good,” Joe said.
"You can pour that over ice cream too,” Brian said as he walked over to the ball chute. He sat his drink on a small table, picked up his ball and threw it, watching as he knocked down eight pins. He hit the other two with his second ball. “You guys’ turn.” Brian grabbed his drink and walked over to the seats. He sat down and pulled Avia into his lap. “And just to quell the rumors before they start. Mine and Avia's relationship isn't new." He took a drink of his whiskey sour. "It started years ago, not weeks ago."
"I had an inkling," Breck said. "You remember when you got trapped at my apartment for three days during the blizzard a couple years ago?"
"Vaguely," Brian said.
"You drank all the liquor in the house," Breck said. "I went out to get more from the corner store. When I got back, you and Avia were in the guest room."
Avia laughed. "I remember that. We walked out, and you were sitting on the couch."
"I thought something might be going on then," Breck said. “But none of my business. You know...”
“You’re not as smooth as you think, Brian” Joe said as he picked up his ball and threw it down the lane. “I’ve seen you answer her calls, drop what you’re doing, grab your laptop and overnight bag and run out of the house claiming a forgotten business meeting. You are the most organized person I know. No way in hell you forgot shit.” Joe picked up his second ball and threw it once the three pins he’d left behind were settled.
“Well fuck,” Brian said. “Did everyone know?”
“No,” Joe said. “I’m completely convinced Benton didn’t know until last week, and L may still not know.”
"There's no date set," Brian said.
"Seems like you'd want to set one," Joe said. He walked over and picked up his glass while Breck walked to the lane.
"Benton still wants a shot," Brian said. "And I want Avy to be sure."
"Understandable," Breck said. He threw his first ball.
"Anyway. Someone brought up an interesting point this morning," Avia said. "No one likes being in Texas with L. Until we can get rid of him, we should consider making this our base of operations."
"I don’t disagree, but you can't fit your plane on this property," Joe said. “And I don’t recommend leaving it in the water.”
"I can buy the block next to my pier and build a hangar," Avia said.
“You need a real seaplane if you want to do that. Your Seneca will rust if you keep it near the water for an extended amount of time,” Joe said.
Avia frowned. “I can’t keep it at the airport. It doesn’t do me any good to keep it there.”
“I wouldn’t do that either,” Joe said. “Look, I’m not saying you can’t do it. I’m saying that you cannot do it for a long time.”
Avia nodded. “Well, I don’t get to decide if I get a new plane.”
“I don’t know,” Brian said. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Either way, I think moving operations here is fine,” Joe said. "I hate L. Don’t much care for Mike either. He can stay in Texas.”
“Okay. What the hell is wrong with Mike?” Brian asked. “That’s two of you now telling me Mike is shit.”
“I know the termination policy. That’s why I haven’t said much,” Joe said. “I don't think he’s a danger to the business, but he sure as fuck doesn’t work. I have to double check everything he does, and Avia won’t fly until I test fly all the repairs, even if Mike already test flew it.”
“Can you downgrade his duties?” Brian asked. “Make him keep the hangar organized and the runway in good repair? Mow the grass?”
“That’s what he’s doing now,” Joe said. “Avia is never at the ranch.”
“And you’re positive he’s not a spy?” Brian asked. “Someone brought that up when Alejo was around.”
“I can’t say for certain, Brian,” Joe said. “If we got wind of another spy, I can’t say he wouldn’t be my first suspect.”
“I’ll deal with him next time I’m in Texas,” Brian said. “But more to the point, Benton is in no condition to take care of our L problem. Until he is, we'll quietly move here."
"Won’t L get suspicious?" Breck asked.
"I doubt it," Brian said. "Benton is on medical leave and being cared for by Marie and Grant. Avia is on medical leave, which means I have to be here, and Joe is testing her airplane. These excuses will work fine for at least a month, if not longer."
"I'm on board," Joe said.
"It's fine by me," Breck said just as Charles appeared in the doorway.
“Dinner is ready,” Charles said.
"We'll meet you up there. I want to talk to Avy for a minute," Brian said.
As soon as everyone left the room, Brian pulled Avia into his arms and kissed her.
"This can't be why you wanted to be alone," Avia said.
"It can be." Brian slid his hands down her back and squeezed her ass. "But it's not the entire reason. How are you feeling about Benton?"
Avia looked up at him. "How are you feeling about Benton?"
"Nervous," Brian said as he tightened his grip around her. “I answered. You’re turn.”
Avia was surprised by his admission. "Part of me misses him. The other part doesn't think he's going to change."
Brian nodded. “You want a Benton update? I have to get one in case L calls me.”
“I guess,” Avia said.
Brian pulled out his phone and dialed Benton. It went to voicemail. “Oh come on, you son of a bitch. I’m dialing on my phone, not Avy’s.” He redialed.
"Sorry," Benton said. "I was asleep."
You sound asleep. How are you feeling?" Brian asked.
"I'm okay. It seems to be getting better," Benton said.
"Are you still at the hospital?" Brian asked.
"I am. I guess I'm going to be here until I'm healed, but I think my lawyer is working on something to try and get me out of here," Benton said.
"Have they charged you?" Brian asked.
"Felon in possession of a weapon," Benton said. "But my lawyer and his team doesn't think it's going to stick. Did you guys make it to Sarasota?"
"We're at Avia's, and we're all fine. Locke is in Sarasota though."
"Fucking figures," Benton said. "I heard he was fired."
"He's under investigation," Brian said. "There's been no decision. He's in the same boat as Breck."
"Damn," Benton said. "Is Avia there?"
"She is. Would you like to talk to her?" Brian asked.
"Yeah. I thought she was ignoring my calls," Benton said.
“No. It’s just been a chaotic few days.” Brian handed the phone to Avia.
"Benton?" Avia asked.
"How are you feeling? They told me they had you on some new medications," Benton said.
"The mornings are kinda rough," Avia said. "How are you?"
"I'm doing better," Benton said. "Can I still come and see you when I get medically cleared?"
"You can come to Sarasota," Avia said. "But we won't have much to talk about."
"Why is that?" Benton asked then immediately decided he didn’t want to hear the answer. “Nevermind, Avy. Don’t answer that.”
"We're not good for each other,” Avia said. “We have to...”
Benton laid his head back in the pillow and closed his eyes. “Avy, please...” He started to say more when he found himself at a complete loss for words.
Avia listened to the silence. "Benton?"
"I'm still here," Benton said.
"Did you hear me?" Avia asked.
"I heard you...." Benton could feel tears rolling down his face. "I'm so sorry, Avy." He could feel himself breaking down. "I didn't listen. I didn't answer your calls. I took you for granted, and I am so... so sorry."
Avia laid her head against Brian's shoulder. "Was there ever a ring, Benton?”
Benton thought about the ring he had stashed in the glovebox. The conversation he had planned to have with Avia, and he said. "No. I... was lying. There was never a ring, and I never bought those plane tickets to Hawaii."
"I thought as much," Avia said.
"Never could fool you," Benton said. "But I guess I should get some rest." He ended the call.
Avia handed Brian's phone back to him.
"How'd he take it?" Brian asked.
"He finally admitted that there was no ring," Avia said.
"Figures he chooses this moment to tell the damned truth," Brian said. "Are you okay?"
"I think I did the right thing," Avia said.
"I think you did too," Brian said as he held her.
"Are you okay?" Avia asked.
“I just have this overwhelming need to kick the shit out of Benton,” Brian said. He kissed the side of her face. "You want to go upstairs and get some dinner?”
“No. I feel like we just ate,” Avia said.
“So do I, but let’s go see what it is.”
Brian walked with her up to the dining room. Dinner looked to be steak and baked potatoes.
Avia turned and hugged Brian tightly just as they walked through the doorway.
Brian pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. The noise in the kitchen stopped as he kissed his way from his mouth to her ear. “Are you that excited about more steak and potatoes?”
“I might be,” Avia said.
Brian chuckled. “I know where you’re sitting.” He pulled her over to the table and sat in his chair before pulling her into his lap. “I need a bigger plate.”
Charles swapped out Brian’s plate with a serving plate. Then, loaded two steaks, three baked potatoes and two cups of coleslaw onto it.
Breck and Joe laughed as they loaded their plates.
“You two are funny,” Breck said.
“I can tell you this, Benton would have never done that,” Joe said.
“Not unless he was really fucking loaded,” Brian said as he cut both steaks. He sliced the baked potatoes and piled butter into the center. “However, I can’t do this in Texas either. Everyone is fucking watching. Here, it’s not like that. The staff doesn’t care. The guests don’t care. Walk around in your damned boxers, and you might get asked if you want a blanket, but that’s not because of the boxers. It’s because they want you to be comfortable.”
Avia grabbed her fork and speared a steak chunk. “There’s no gossip here. Well, nothing that’s going to go anywhere.”
“They barely gossip,” the chef said. “What they want to know is if you’re home, how many guests we have and if they need to do anything special to make everyone feel welcome.”
“Now I’m curious,” Brian said. “What’d they do with this group? Breck’s never been here.”
“The prearrival briefing included the information that Avia was on a new medical program, and she needs to be checked on more frequently if she’s by herself,” the chef said.
“Adverse reactions,” Brian said.
“Exactly,” the chef said. “I was informed that she needs high calorie foods. Brian and Joe have both been here before, so it was just a matter of making sure they had their same rooms and favorite foods on hand. Mr. Breck has never been here, so we were told to give him a guest room with a view and check on him frequently to see if he needed anything.”
“That’s interesting,” Breck said. “And they have. Someone comes and asks me if I need anything about every one to two hours unless I’m asleep.”
“They check on you overnight too,” Avia said. “You might want some three-a-m hot chocolate.”
Brian laughed. “She’s not kidding. I got up at five, and Charles had hot coffee for me within ten minutes of my getting to my office.”
“We do our best to make sure you are comfortable,” Charles said as he walked into the kitchen. “And speaking of chocolate, we have chocolate cake with whipped icing tonight.”
“You’ve spoiled the surprise,” the chef said. Though, she was smiling.
“You can bring that out now,” Brian said as he speared a steak chunk.
Between him and Avia, they managed to empty his plate.
Charles removed everyone’s plates once they were finished and replaced them with dessert plates and fresh forks.
“I think she ate more this time,” Joe said.
“I ate quite a bit of it,” Brian said as Charles cut the cake and laid pieces out on the plates. “But she ate more of the coleslaw than I did.”
Twenty minutes later they were finished eating.
“I have to do more work,” Brian said as he tapped Avia on the thigh.
“More bowling?” Joe asked Breck.
“Sure. Avia?” Breck asked.
“I need to work,” Avia said. She slid out of Brian’s lap. “I haven’t looked at my email or anything else recently.”
“We’ll be downstairs if you want to join,” Joe said.
Avia walked out of the dining room, down the hall and into her office to check her email and any potential phone messages. After booting her computer and checking her email, she realized she had exactly zero messages. She supposed that wasn't surprising. She had partially ended it with Benton, and there were no deliveries on her schedule due to Locke and the Sarasota Police Department. Not to mention, Brian had deleted all her voicemails. Avia wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but she was certain he hadn’t done it maliciously. Well, he hadn’t deleted the dealer messages maliciously. She was still too early in her recovery to deny a direct phone call offering her heroin. Avia had to admit that she might have gone to pick it up. Although, she preferred the heroin the Company sold. She felt like it was safer, if there was such a thing as a safer heroin. The deletion of all Benton’s messages, however, told her that Brian was worried or angry at Benton. Brian could have left one message on her phone, but at the same time, he’d told her that Benton called and even called Benton. Still, she was slightly perturbed.
Avia sighed. She turned off her computer and walked out of her office. No one was in the parlor, and the second office door was closed, which meant Brian was still working. Avia paused outside the door. She didn’t want to interrupt him, but she did want to talk about the handling of her phone. Avia opened the door and walked inside. She closed it behind her.
Brian looked up from his computer. He stood. “Something wrong, Avy?”
“A little bit,” Avia said.
He walked around from his desk. “More than a little bit. You rarely interrupt me when I’m working at your house.”
“I was checking my emails and messages, and there’s nothing,” Avia said.
“We’re not doing much right now,” Brian said. “I have very few messages. I’m mostly just paying people.”
“Where are we getting that if there’s no income right now?” Avia asked.
“I’m really good at managing the business finances,” Brian said. “Plus, we still have Grant’s shipment, and I should see that money any day.”
“Has he shipped it?” Avia asked.
“He should have shipped it yesterday,” Brian said. “But I don’t think you’ve told me what’s bothering you.”
“I’m a little upset you deleted my phone messages,” Avia said.
“You feel like I overstepped,” Brian said.
“Yes,” Avia said.
“Give me your phone,” Brian said. Once she handed him her phone he dialed her voicemail and pressed the button to review the messages in the trash. Then, he handed it back. “Take a listen. That’s everything I deleted. They were in your voicemail trash.”
Avia brought the phone to her ear and listened. She frowned.
Brian leaned with his butt against the executive desk, watching her expressions. She didn’t seem impressed with the content in the messages.
Avia ended the voicemail call and sighed. “You were right. Those were awful.”
“Was there anything in any of them that you needed to call someone back?” Brian asked.
“Benton, but we did that,” Avia said. “And he just need to leave one, not six.”
“And those were all dealers wanting to sell to you, not buy from us?” Brian asked.
“I didn’t hear anyone wanting to buy anything,” Avia said.
“That doesn't mean that I didn’t overstep when I deleted them,” Brian said. “I did, but I also didn’t think you needed them, especially not from drug dealers. Also, Avy, I thought you only bought from us.”
“I guess, sometimes I didn’t,” Avia said.
“Have you ever shared needles?” Brian asked.
“Never. I don’t even reuse my own needles,” Avia said.
“When was your last AIDs test?” Brian asked.
“When we got back from Michigan,” Avia said.
“You mind if I verify that?” Brian asked.
“Go ahead,” Avia said.
Brian called down to the medical wing. He spoke when they answered. “Quick question. When was Avia’s last AIDs test?” He listened then smirked when they kept rambling. “Okay. Thank you.” He ended the call and looked at Avia. “You’re clean. They’ve tested you a couple different times since we’ve gotten back. No STDs. Hormone levels are all good, and you’re not pregnant. He did say that you need your implant changed.”
“The birth control? Has it expired?” Avia asked.
“He said you’re within 30 days. He wants to get it changed out,” Brian said. “He also said they’ve tested me within the last six months, and I’m also clean.”
“Is that all they said?” Avia asked.
“I was told to slow down the drinking,” Brian said.
“We already knew that,” Avia said.
“I’m aware,” Brian said. “And he wasn’t kidding about that implant. He said it twice.”
“Now?” Avia asked.
“Yes, now,” Brian said. “We never use condoms.”
“I don’t want to deal with condoms,” Avia said.
“Neither do I,” Brian said. “Are you going to fight me on this?”
“No. It’s just every time they change it, I get sick,” Avia said.
“Yeah.” Brian sighed. “Well, I don’t think that’s going to happen this time.”
“That was a suspicious look. Why?” Avia asked.
“Because it doesn’t expire for another thirty days,” Brian said.
“Fuck. Seriously?” Avia questioned. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“They… don’t always check that in your file from what I understand. They’re good for five years. Your last two were expired by a lot,” Brian said. “They didn’t tell me, and I forget why I needed to look at the files. Probably to get you into rehab.”
“Oh,” Avia said. “Were… um… How bad was it? They didn’t even tell me.”
“Bad,” Brian said. “I read the notes. They did the ultrasounds. They have to before they do that procedure. If it had gone on, you would have miscarried, and I understand how inappropriate it is to hear this from me. Just know that I didn’t go looking for it. I tripped over it while I was looking for something else.”
“It’s all right,” Avia said. “I’m just surprised I wasn’t told.”
“That, I can’t answer. I wasn’t there,” Brian said.
“I’ll go get it changed now. If you don’t see me for several days….”
Brian pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “If you’re not back up here in 30 minutes, I’m going down there.”
“Now, I’m nervous,” Avia said.
“Tell you what, nothing I have going on is immediate. Let’s go get it done.”
“You’re coming with me?” Avia asked as they walked out of Brian’s office.
“I want to hear this fucking shit they tell you.” Brian led her down the hall to the medical offices.
The doctor looked up as they walked into the office. “I didn’t expect both of you.”
“Have you read her files?” Brian asked.
“I have. A few concussions. A couple broken bones. No chronic diseases. No STDs and a rampant narcotics dependency that we’re treating,” he said.
“Did you read about her last implant switch?” Brian asked.
The doctor frowned. “I did, but that information is quite personal. I’m not sure I should be sharing it with others in the room.”
“They didn’t tell her,” Brian said. “I just told her., and no, I didn’t snoop in her files. I needed to read some shit to answer some questions for whatever rehab stint she was going to at the time.”
“You’re the HR manager?” the doctor asked.
“I am,” Brian said.
“Hold on.” He sat down behind his desk and pulled up Avia’s medical file. The last switch was in two-thousand one. It was four months late. They changed the implant and did a pregnancy test. What did they tell you about the results?”
“I don’t remember them telling me the results,” Avia said.
“It was positive,” the doctor said. “They did an ultrasound. Without going into the details, let’s just say it wasn’t viable. They cleaned you out and kept you sedated for four days. They did a follow-up two days after that. Everything looked fine. It was done at the McAllen ranch. And you knew nothing about this?”
“I remember being told I had a serious stomach virus,” Avia said. “They never told me the test results.”
“That’s bad medicine,” the doctor said. “Is that doctor still at the ranch?” he asked.
“No,” Avia said.
“Well, let’s avoid that this time. Why don’t you give me a urine sample. We’ll test you right now. Then, I’ll change your implant,” the doctor said. “I need to run a drug screen on you anyway. Everything is already in the bathroom.”
Avia stood and walked into the bathroom. She pissed in the clear cup, wiped, washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
The doctor took the sample from her. “Give me three minutes.” He walked into another room.
Avia sat down next to Brian. “I hate this shit.”
“Avy, this is the only way you know,” Brian said. “Have you ever had a period?”
Avia contemplated. “Not in a really long time.” She turned her head and looked at him. “I can’t believe you’re sitting here.”
“I can,” Brian said. “And it looks like I should have sat in on more of your appointments. Me or Benton, anyway.”
“What would you do if it was positive?” Avia asked.
“Have an immediate heart attack,” Brian said.
Avia laughed. “You would not.”
“Oh, yes I would,” Brian said. “And after I recovered, Benton would kick my damned ass.”
Avia laughed. “How would you know it’s yours?”
“We have fucked almost every night for the last month,” Brian said.
“Would you want it?” Avia asked.
“I’ve never thought about it,” Brian said. “I know you don’t.”
“Have you ever thought about getting a vasectomy?” Avia asked.
“I have, actually,” Brian said.
“It’s an in-office procedure,” the doctor said as he walked out of the back room. “And yes, we can do them here, but you can both relax. It’s negative. The drug screen will take more time, but you seem pretty coherent to me, so I’m guessing you’re sober barring the medication we’re giving you.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more relieved,” Brian said.
“Now, we can change out this implant, and you’re done,” he said.
“Do we have a contingency plan if her medication stops working?” Brian asked.
“If you notice any severe withdrawal symptoms, call us immediately,” the doctor said as he wiped Avia’s arm with alcohol. “We can change the parameters as needed. Did you have some concerns?”
“I don’t think that pill is going to work for her much longer,” Brian said.
The doctor nodded. “I wondered about that.” He turned his gaze to Avia. “How do you feel about the pill days?”
“I don’t like the pills, but I can’t say it’s not working,” Avia said.
“Let me know if that changes,” the doctor said as he prepared Avia’s arm to remove the old implant.
“You have to wear the pressure bandage for 24 hours.” the doctor said.
“That means no showering,” Avia said.
“You can wipe off, but don’t get under the water.” He injected her with a local anestetic.
Ten minutes later, they walked out of the doctor’s office.
“A pink pressure bandage!?” Avia looked at Brian.
Brian laughed. “It’s the most adorable bandage on the planet.”
“You are awful, because this is hideous!” Avia said.
“I am. Just wait till tonight,” Brian said.
“You gonna test out the effectiveness of this new implant?” Avia asked.
“I am,” Brian said as they walked toward the basement stairs.
“Did you need to finish working?” Avia asked.
“I’ll finish before we go to bed,” Brian said.
“Thanks,” Avia said as they walked into the bowling alley.
“You feel better about those implants now?” Brian asked.
“Much better,” Avia said.
“Something happen?” Joe asked.
“Just a quick checkup in the medical wing,” Brian said. “Avia was nervous, so I sat with her.”
“You really are in love,” Joe said.
“No comment.” Brian looked at the scoreboard. “Are you even playing?”
“We both got inundated with phone calls shortly after we got down here,” Joe said.
“Anything important?” Brian asked.
“L bitching because Mike’s the only one in the hangar,” Joe said. “I told him I’m stuck where I’m at. Avia’s plane isn’t flying right, and I have no way back until it is.”
“Nice,” Brian said.
"I texted a colleague.” Breck said.
“Any news on your investigation?” Brian asked.
“He said they aren't saying much about me or Locke."
"Is that normal?" Avia asked.
"I think so," Breck said. "But I really couldn’t tell you. I’ve never been investigated before.”
“I think that was Locke’s doing,” Brian said.
“So do I,” Breck said. “And he’ll get his. Even if I’m not fired, I’m sure he will be. The guy did give me a little bit of information on the evidence. He’s heard people complaining about a lack of evidence for my case, but they seem to have more on Locke.”
“How the hell is that possible?” Avia asked.
“He always did long personal reports on his work computer before he filled out the official forms,” Breck said. “I guess some of the thoughts he put in those are pretty incriminating.”
“How so?” Brian asked.
“They read like a journal,” Breck said. “And his hatred for you guys is readily apparent.”
“He’s going to get fired,” Brian said.
“If you guys had been convicted, he would be looking at prison time,” Breck said. “But anyway, we were about to pour some drinks and play a game. You guys interested?”
Brain glanced at the clock on the back wall. “Is that clock right?”
Avia looked at it. “It’s already ten.”
“I gotta finish my work,” Brian said. “Avia, did you want to play or come upstairs and watch me?”
“I think I’ll just take a bath,” Avia said. “I feel like it’s been a stressful day.”
“We’ll see you in the morning,” Breck said.
Avia walked upstairs with Brian.
“You can’t get that pressure bandage wet,” Brian said.
“Well, shit,” Avia said.
“Give me an hour to get this stuff done. Then, we’ll see what we can do about some relaxation,” Brian said.
“What am I supposed to do for an hour?” Avia asked.
“Put on a movie and grab a glass of wine,” Brian said.
Avia walked into the master bedroom and turned on the TV. She found a random movie and laid across the bed. She wasn’t sure what Brian was planning. She couldn’t think of anything better than a steaming bath, but she was willing to let him try. It meant a lot to her that he was willing to walk down to the medical offices with her, even though it wasn’t an in-depth appointment.
She was half asleep when she heard the bedroom door open.
“Decided to take a nap?” Brian asked.
Avia sat up. “What time is it?”
“Just before eleven,” Brian said as he rolled in a cart. “Thought you could use a midnight snack.”
“What did you bring?” Avia asked.
“Chocolate cream cake, a couple doughnuts and a bottle of wine,” Brian said as he parked the cart at the foot of the bed. “Bottle is already open.”
Avia grabbed the bottle and took a drink. “Is this what you had planned?”
“Not all of it,” Brian said. “One second.” He walked out into the hall and rolled another cart into the room before closing the door. “This, you might like a lot better.” He pulled off the towel, revealing lotion and heated towels.
“Is that a massage cart?” Avia asked.
“With hot towels,” Brian said as he removed his shoes and pants.
Avia sat her wine glass on the first cart. She pulled off her dress and tossed it onto the floor.
Brian waited until she laid on her stomach, then he grabbed one of the steaming towels, unrolled it and laid it across her back. He laid more towels across her arms and legs.
Avia inhaled as she relaxed into the bed. “I love you.”
Brian leaned down and kissed the back of her neck as he started massaging her shoulders. “I think you just love my hot towels.”
Avia laughed. “How’d you do it?”
Brian worked his way down her back. “Had the staff throw them in the dryer on high heat for a few minutes.” He lightly kneaded the muscles of her lower back. “Are you warm enough? Can I remove the towel on your back?”
“Is the lotion warm?” Avia asked.
“It is,” Brian said. He pulled the towel off and applied lotion to his hands. Then, he started again at her shoulders.
Avia closed her eyes and relaxed while Brian massaged her with the warm lotion. She was certain it was hotter than it was supposed to be, but Avia thought it was great.
Brian kneaded her butt them moved down her legs. “You can roll over unless you want more butt.”
“More butt,” Avia said.
Brian drug his hands over her butt cheeks. He slowly massaged and rubbed the muscles. He knew she loved this. Avia had the most sensitive butt he’d ever encountered. “Now roll over.”
Avia rolled on to her back.
Brian leaned down and kissed her. "You are absolutely adorable."
"Oh yeah." Brian kissed down her neck to her chest. He drug his tongue over one of her nipples then the other. Brian kissed down to her stomach then across to her hip bone.
Avia squirmed. "That tickles!"
"I haven't even started." He drug his hands over her hips then down her thighs. Brian massaged the muscles slowly. He found a couple tight spots in her thighs and calves and decided to work them out to spite the fact that this was supposed to be a sensual massage.
Avia huffed and attempted to pull her leg from his grasp. "Is this supposed to be a sports massage?"
"No," Brian said as he gripped her ankle to stop her from pulling away from him. "Just hang on. I almost got it." He kneaded the muscle to spite her protests. “What did you do to this?”
"Pulled it the other day." Avia said.
Brain finished working out the knot he’d missed. He kissed his way up her body to her mouth. "Better?"
Avia slid her hands down his chest to his abs. “Much better, but did you have to do that right now?”
“I want you to be fully relaxed.” Brian drug his hands down her breasts. He teased her nipples with his thumbs. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly guided his cock into her pussy. The massage had worked exactly as he had hoped. She was relaxed and soaked. He pistoned, sinking himself deep then reversing his thrust.
Avia inhaled. "Damn that's hard."
Brian increased his pace. "It's ready."
Avia gripped his forearms as her pleasure increased.
When Avia moaned, Brian was tempted to piston faster. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, while he let her feel the full length of his cock inside her. He resumed at a much slower pace.
Avia writhed. “Are you massaging it?”
Brian made a sound of affirmation. “A deep massage.” He pulled his cock out and teased her opening with the head until she was squirming and panting. Then, he pistoned faster.
Avia met his thrusts until the pleasure was overwhelming. She spasmed and screamed.
Brian gave her a few more hard thrusts before his sunk his cock in deep and groaned. “Oh, Avy.” He continued to push into her as he came.
Avia leaned up and kissed him as he finished.
Brian held her until they calmed down enough to move. He pulled out of her and helped her off the bed so they could clean up.
It didn't take them long to scrub the slime from their bodies.
Once they were in bed, Brian pulled her against his body. When she wrapped around him, he wasn't surprised. He pulled the blanket tighter over her and waited. Avia was always cold when she first got into the bed. Eventually, she'd warm up, stretch out and fall asleep, and Brian didn't close his eyes until she was stretched out against his body and sleeping deeply on his chest.