THE TERRIBLE TERRORS OF TROUBLE

by deaconlost

Christian youngest daughter has one goal in live, replace dad as CEO by 26, but a plane crash, 2 dogs and a man will change the world, better or worse. sequel to fallin out of hell

1. Chapter 1

THE TERRIBLE TERRORS OF TROUBLE:

Taking over Deviation Devastation Demonic Inc. (DEDiD Inc.). CEO enigmatic billionaire Derek Kessler (25)

My name is Trouble, I am always in trouble, causing trouble, or solving trouble, usually the one I created. I was born the youngest daughter of loving parent. My seven older sibling are the joy of my parent's life. I am the bane. Since birth I am as my Grandma Grace states a contra-Comanche, she got that from an old Dustin Hoffman movie. I am always going the opposite of what everyone expects. Being the youngest everyone expects I'm the princess, spoiled brat, fashion mad, air head. I left that to my older sister Phoebe and Sammy. I was a tom boy, independent, dig in the dirt, kickass smartass, and general pain in the ass. I was into math, science, money, weapons, only three of us shoot guns' mom, Alexa and me, Aikido, Jujitsu, Savate, Krav Maga then dolls and tea parties. I beat up my older brothers, school mates, even a couple of adults. I was expelled from nine different schools starting in kindergarten. I maxed out suspensions every year till I graduated high school at 14 with GPA 3.90. They took away point for suspensions, petty little shits. I graduated Harvard with degrees in Economics and Business GPA 4.0 in two and half years. Wharton in year and half. Back to Harvard for my doctoral in Economics, made Grandpa Cary happy that someone graduated Harvard.

My Dad is super smart, super caring and a mega control freak. He runs Grey Enterprise holding INC. and I plan on taking the CEO post from him. I'm the only one interest in the business. I spent many of my expulsion and suspensions in his office, and various divisions. I did my first merger and acquisitions at 10, working for ROS, dad number 2, and running my penny stock account to my first million at 14. I did my first sole merger and acquisitions at 14 during summer school at Harvard. I plan to start my takeover of GEH in New York I am 18. But first I'm taking the month off after Christmas at my place.

When I made my second million dollars half way thru Harvard, I took two weeks and did the Anne of Green Gable tour, Nova Scotia, Prince Edward and the Maritimes. I fell in love with the remote north coast. I bought a peninsula and build a house. Mom made me go half in with them. I love my house, from the outside it looks like it been there for centuries, but it's a new build, super-efficient, sustainable and all mine.

Uncle Elliot build it solar cell, wind turbines, cutting edge tech, ultra-efficient and spacious. He called my design upside down living. The bedroom is on the ground floor while the kitchen and living spaces are on the second floor. My windows are breathtaking. I have a heated lap pool, greenhouse, and gym on the first floor with four full bedrooms with bathrooms'; mudroom entry with full bathroom and laundry.

The second floor holds my library, living room, game room and kitchen and my playroom. Yes, a playroom, like dear old dad's, the dominate and sub thing fascinated me from my first research into my dad life, know the enemy. I've been reading playgirl and stealing my brother Jonas gay mag for years. I have my father looks, eyes, temperament, and desires with my mom beauty, hair, mind, and backbone. I started to play as my hormones kick in at Boston. I am a dominate, strangle still a virgin, only use or give my hand.

After the Family Christmas, I flew to Gander and Helio out to Storms Vale, my house. I like Alexa and dad learned to fly. If dad or mom did it, I sure as hell was going to learn do it. I can run a business, cook, fly, be social and fun-loving, and dominate males into proper submissive. I am the ultimate super woman.

I sit in my favorite seat looking out across the stormy sea. Soft music plays thru the house. I read and zone out looking at the hundred shades of gray and white and blues and greens. A massive winter storm in fast approaching. I expect to be in the house for a week or more. I love the solitary space.

Phoebe and Mikey have loaded my media hard drives with a massive amount of movie, TV show, music. Mom and Teddy loaded my e-library with more books than I could read in dozen lifetimes. Mom had Uncle Barney install an all-weather, 4 independent backup system all access communication node, I have phone and cable, internet regardless of weather, I can Netflix the latest movie or v-chat with family even thru the coming storm. I have a tunnel barn for my vehicles; range rover, snowmobiles, ATV's and my helicopter Sierra Zulu. I have a protected boat house and dock with three boat and space for two more.

My house keeper and her husband, Dad and Uncle Sawyer, and Jason vetted them, live two miles inland at a more protected farm compound, my CPO stay there. It six hours by road to the highway than four hours to the nearest town, three hours by boat to the nearest town. Two hours from Gander by air. I am alone and I like it. I guess I'm like dad, a loner, hard to be in a large family.

I doze off relaxing in the beautiful foul weather. The play of shadows and light in the lite snow fall and rough sea are some magical cauldron of life. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. My tablet alarms, I click on the security tab, my local radar alarm is showing a plane, low, slow coming close to my house, dad and Uncle Jason insisted on the radar fence out here in the big alone. I watch as it goes lower, and slower, shit its landing. I get dressed and looking out see a Lear SuperVectorLandingTakeoff jet trying to land, more likely crash. I grab a gun and head out. The weather is bad; visibility is down to hundred yards. I snowshoe out to the crash, the radar has him pinpointed and the tablet beacon show me where I'm at.

The plane is down in mostly one piece. I approach the door, hand on gun. The door opens and out jump two dog, a Gordon mix and a retriever mastiff mix? Then a young man enters the door, face covered in blood, eyes dazed and confused. "HI" he says. I stare at this ethereal creature, wounded, but o so male. "Hi, are you it? he nods, come with me, do you have any heavier cloths?" "no, is it far?" "about 200 yards." "I think I can make it." We trek back to my house.

By the time we get they're he shaking, the dogs are shaking, and I'm worried they won't make it. Entering the mud room foyer, thank god the door is close, the dogs need a bath and he need a hot shower. "Ok, strip and get in the shower, I'll find something for you to wear and wash the dogs" I can only find a large bath robe. I call my CPO Tobia tell him the plane is down, I have the survivor, no the storm is getting worse we'll wait it out don't drive over.

I walk into the mudroom, the dogs are in the air-dry booth, a cool human size hot air blower like a hand dyer. I throw his wet cloth into the washer/dryer, a seriously hacked automated machine, automatically dispenses the soap, fabric softer, bleach. Punch in the cloths load on a tablet, big brother Mikey hobby.

He is leaning against the wall hot water streaming down his muscular body, his back is a brutal web of scars, who could mar this Adonis, this perfect man. Dark brown almost black hair, Mediterranean skin, rugged handsome face. He turns around and no the chest is covered in scars, and my eyes travel down, OMG he is hung, really hung, like elephant hung. My face and body heat up and I moisten, he is not immune to me as he hardens, he turns back and I see he muscle tense has he regains control. "sorry about that" he says "here a robe it all I have that will fit you." It just covers him as long as he doesn't move too much. We dry the dogs and I lead them upstairs to the kitchen. Fixing the gash in his hairline, medical glue and field dressing, ah perfect.

Must be on guard, maybe he's here on purpose? Honey trap? Crash a 40million dollar aircraft to set me up? Doesn't seem likely. But still "My names Trouble, what yours. "

Wulfeer, this in Rackim and Ender. Ok he's guarded too, cute names for the dogs.

What are they?

Rackim's a Chesapeake Bay Retriever mixed with Irish Water Spaniel, Spanish Mastiff. While Ender here is a Gordon and Border Collie mix. Where all a mixed breed. Is Trouble a nickname or corruption of your real name?

Both, which is yours right back at you wolf.

Both, I agh we could use some food?

Ok, sorry how about subs, and hot tea.

Sounds good. Do you have a radio I could use to check in, I'm sure someone is looking for us?

I go to a rack of tablets, my house is controlled and run by these things, que up a guest profile and hand it to him. He smiles, I want to kiss him and lick him and do all the things I've dream to him, whoa where did that come from. He looks into my grey eyes with lighting green iris and cups my face, leaning in kisses my lips softly and o so gently. I yelp a cold nose just hit my sex, looking down Ender is their grinning at me. "I think he's hunger. I better make my call"

I get the food up and we eat at kitchen island. I stare at his rugged model face. After a life time with Dad and my brothers I know what male beauty is, and this is it to a T. We talk about his dogs; Ender is called that because he prevents Wulfeer from dating bad woman. I look at him, he walks up, stands up and licks my face. Despite the early nose, he likes me and Wulfeer is happy.

I go back to my window seat. I'm just getting comfortable, when he come, lift me and sit down placing me between his legs laying on the couch, my back to his front, I feel the warm and his very big friend. Oh I am happy, he pulls my custom quilt over us and we read and stare outside as the storm increase. The dogs lounge on the carpet next to us. We drift in and out of sleep. I feel content, we talk, and laugh and kiss, a cuddle. I have never done this with anyone, I need the control that my dominating personality gives me with physical interaction. I am afraid to let anyone in, to see the person inside.

My tablet beeps, incoming phone call. I look Uncle Sawyer. I get up and move to kitchen

"Hey Uncle what's up?" "can you talk, T" serious "yea what's the issue?" "The planes tags don't exist, a company in Virginia called us about the inquiry, said it one of theirs but FAA has no record of it, and we're checking on the company Linebacker Inc. do you feel safe, no bullshit Theresa. I can have Tobia in there is an hour." "No, the storm is worsening, and I am fine, he is a gentleman, and I'm sure there is a reason for the tags, maybe I made a mistake reading them." "Bullshit T you don't make mistakes like that, what's going on." "I find him fascinating, and connecting." "Whoa, where is Theresa and what have you done to her, Look I'm putting the house on alert mode. All you have to do is yell, and I will send the cavalry." "You don't have too; I can take care of myself. Remember who trained me and who asses I kicked. Besides I think his dogs will side with me. They're both males. Bye" I get some hot tea and return to my very comfortable seat.

I put the problem out of my mind, I want to feel him, beheld by him, cradled in his arms, and loved. Love where did that thought come from. I just meet him, looking at the tablet clock six hour ago, we barley know each other, other than the physical connect we have. I walk back, he's asleep. The robe is open and mostly off. Wickedly I remove the robe. Grabbing another blanket, I remove my cloths to my panties. Climb back into his arms and nestle into sleep. I drift off with lighting flash and crashing breakers haunting my dreams.

I wake with a cold nose and wet tongue in my face. Rackim is panting in my face. I rise feeling refreshed, tablet clock shows midnight. I hear noise in the kitchen. Walking in wrap only in a blanket, Wulfeer is making omelets and sausage links. Wearing only his jeans. Sexy jeans like a second skin, low on his chiseled body. He turns and smiles, "hi, beautiful. Hungry? Making eggs and links." You know invading a woman kitchen is punishable offense, yes I'm famish so this time yours forgive, and why am the only one naked?" "Didn't want to tempt fate and die of starvation while I ravished you" kissing me on the lips. The blankets fall, I embrace him, hungry for him, maybe food later.

He lays me on the island, raining kiss down my breast, my neck, my stomach, yes. His tongue lite my sex on fire and finger probe my body inside and out. I feel his finger hit my hymen, he freezes "no, don't stop make me explode Wolfie, make me yours" he plays my body driving me to a multiple orgasm, over the top, eyes rolling into my head, passing out explosion. We are one.

Slowly the world returns, I sit on the island wrapped in his arms, while he rains kiss on my head and face, I taste my sex on his lips. I stroke his back. He looks into my eyes green fire with adoration, caring, love. "I've always wanted to do that." You've never used that wick tongue on a woman before" "no usually they run from the scars, and my demeanor." "what attitude, you've been kind, caring, loving, sexy so far. Where's the monster, your hiding from me." "I can't seem to find it here, with you. Maybe I died and this is heaven. I never met anyone like you." "good now it my turn, hop up here big boy" I point to the island counter, he hesitates I grab his waistband, licking his lips. "now!" He jumps up and I pull off his jeans and underwear. "I've always want to try this, but never met anyone I wanted to taste so bad." I stroke and knead and inhale is being, his sex, is so fucking big cock into my mouth, I work and work and final his hair tickles my nose. Yes, I'm deep throating him. He rocks and shutters begging me, fisting my hair. "Trouble, Trouble o god make me whole. Make me yours. I'm coming, ugh yes yes" his voice weakens and he passes out, whoa I thought only girls could do that. I taste his essence and I love it. I want more, I suck and lick till he soft in my mouth. I look up and he is a mass of spasm and withering Adonis. I am goddess, here me roar scream my inner voice.

I finish the food, as poor wolfie puts himself back together, I've never seen anyone have that overwhelming orgasm before. But I've never had an orgasm like he gave me. God I could get use to this glow, maybe having him on my cross will be even better. I dream of fucking his brain out, no of fucking my brain out. Yes, I think a v-card is due for cash in. He puts his jeans on and retrieves my shirt. We eat and take the dogs out into the shelter yard. They run out do their business and run back in, right into the air booth. I smile and take his hand and lead him to my bed stripping to just brief and panties. We cuddle and watch the storm lights play across the window and walls.

I get up to pee. Returning he is shaking and moaning. A nightmare I shake him, he doesn't wake but pull me into his arms rolls me under and shuttered like he's being beaten, whispering "be still, be still, I'll shield you, run when I tell you. Leave me" he repeats in several languages, French, Spanish, German I think, Japanese, and couple I don't know. I hold him raining kiss up to his face. He stills and I roll him back, straddling him and stroking and kneading him to calm, peaceful slumber. I look and the dogs are staring at me, Ender rise up and stroke his head on my thigh. I pet his head. He whimpers and moans. Yes, boy I feel wolfie pain. I cradle him in my arms. I need to be here for him.

The tablet on my bedside beep, I look its mom, o no what's going on. I quietly move to the great room, "hi Mom what's up?" "Trouble, what are you doing, with whom are you doing it, and final why are you doing it with him" "How do you know I'm doing anything Mom." "Don't mom me, young lady, I checked the house sensors this morning and only your room has occupancies" Shit forgot to turn them off. "Where just sleeping didn't want him wandering the house. Besides the dogs chaperone us." "What's the dog's names? And his full name?" "we haven't got to names yet, Mom I want him to want me, not the family. Didn't you guys learn from Phoebe prom date. The dogs are Rackim and Ender, quirky and cute. Mom don't you think." "Trouble, yes they're cute, and right behind you on the couch. He named them after characters in a book" "really, characters in a book, I'll have to read it, (distraction technique 1, shift mom to books) maybe you can send it to me?" "Theresa you have the book in the e-library, hell young lady you have the series. Now what is going on?" shit distraction failed, try again "I feel connected to him, he's sweet, polite, manly, so like dad." "You just met him, saved him, are you sure it's no Florence Nightingale, you have to be careful, honey, remember you're special. We love you." Mom don't bring up my issues. "Yea, mom I know. I just feel with him, happy, one." Shit where did that pop from. "mom, I love you, but I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself, I'm going back to bed, and I'm turning off the sensor's. Chill" "Theresa that not a good idea, don't hang up on me young lady, you're not so old I won't hide youooo..." I hang up, Mom got to love her, but sometimes she worse than dad in the over protection department. I think several minutes, then turn the internal sensors off. I don't need them watching me, I can kick ass if Wolfie get bad. I check the storm, it still building from the south. Gander is restricted, and St. George is shut down. We're here for a least a week, maybe ten days.

I feel the dog's restlessness, I move back into the bedroom, Wolfie is grasping the sheet in pain. I move swiftly and cuddle him. He relaxes, moans into my neck and "you left me, babe, don't leave me. I'll save you, I'll never give up." Sleep talking. My heart is struck by this man, his passion, his nightmares, protecting someone, lost in the pain, of a past moment.

Sea Meadow estate outside of Seattle Washington state. day2 4am PST. Security Office.

Anna Grey sips tea, and stares at the monitor. "Luke how long to get support to Trouble?" on the conference call "About two hours for Tobia and Zack to get there from the Farm. Three hours from Gander, for Logan team. They just got in after eight hours from Boston. That is if we have air support, the weather is shutting down the whole Maritimes." "Andrew any new info on Wulfeer?" "No, Madam, We've hit a solid security wall. Private, government, and even professional. Linebacker Inc. is a black hole. They claim the plane, but say they have it in a hanger. If got Ros and her whole team digging into the company, but they can't find the parent company, where eight or nine layers deep. Sorry madam." "people thank you for your efforts, options?" "Trouble can take care of herself, Anna, she well trained and smart. Let the storm pass, by then we will have more data, and better options." "Luke normal I would agree, but she letting her hormones drive her, I fear this is a honey trap. A she stuck solidly in it. But the storm is tie-ing my hands. We'll wait. Thank you all, Luke stay after." Everyone hang up but Luke.

"Luke why am I showing the Sensors offline but still getting reading." "The Alert mode was set, the house display will show the sensors offline with no data, while here we see the data. A safety feature we put up, the only way she can disable it is with a screwdriver and hammer, like she did with the internal video before she moved in." "Ok. What if she disables the communication node?" "She can disable the four nodes, but we have two hidden nodes she doesn't know about. Plus, a fiber link to the Farm two nodes. So a total of eight nodes, Anna, we've got comm's" "we still don't have a picture of this guy from his tablet, he's covered the camera, I don't like that he's hiding something?" "I agree, but we have to trust and wait." "Luke if the communication nodes go down, move everyone in, and man the radar fence 24/7. The only way in or out is by boat." "Yes, Anna will get it set, love you."

"Anna baby what wrong?" Christian says quietly as they sit in the great room sipping tea and cookies. "The dogs' names bother me. He named his dog's after the two antagonist from the book. One belief in genocidal war and the other reluctantly does it. His nickname is very troublesome, Wulfeer, old American, western." "Doesn't mean wolf, that's what I thought it meant." "Chris, it means exterminator of wolfs, genocide of wolfs." "Oh, I see what you mean" "But that dam storm is fucking things up. I worry about her. Her issues with people. That dam fascination with BDSM, she is so isolated from feeling, I fear this guy is over loading her emotions and taking advantage of her. Chris I need to protect my kids." "Babe our kids and we will protect them, but their adults, making mistakes and learning to grow."

Grey house Seattle Washington state GEH HQ. day 2

I sit and contemplate the problem, my partner Parker rubbing my feet, appreciative, unprofessional, but loving. The man, what do we know. He good looking, scared, pilot, loves dogs, secretive, camera shy, and works for a super secretive black hole company, with several very troubling aircraft. Lear SuperVectorLandingTakeoff jet, expensive long range, very short takeoff and landing all weather, rough airfield capable jet. The report from Virginia shows three more of these on the field, plus four Harrison jump jets, jet version of the osprey tilt rotors, two Boeing Lanigier helicopter, didn't know civilians could even own them, sup up version of the Super Blackhawk, and two-euro corp. saber mink, Mach 3 supersonic executive jets. All total close to a billion dollars in aircraft for a company that doesn't seem to exist and all painted grey or black with minimum marking. The number he called was a burn phone. The conversation was all code numbers and double speak, lots of military jargon and syntax. The tablet camera covered and then obscured. Trouble's paranoia has the tablets camera disable till calls are made or received. No reports of missing plane or anything on the news or web. I think, maybe Summerton, the General old aide, can help. He's still plug into the military black world?

Wulfeer pov:

5 hours into flight mid-Atlantic 15-thousand feet 600-MPH

The plane is dying; the instrumentation is fried. Even the magnet compass is hosed. Pulled the panel, someone ran an electro magnet to it. Sabotage on my plane, I always fear an inside attack, can only be Mike Delong, my crew chief. I check hard fuel gauge, three quarters gone, a sea landing in the north Atlantic, I know the survival gear is fucked too. I check my watch yes my compass is working. Turning east must find land. I pulled the sat phone, fuck the battery missing, I'm so going to fuck up mike and who ever paid him. I spot land, the missile detector goes off, shit, just a search radar bearing to the south. Someone should be there. I see a house, good, I circle around see a clearing, I hope it a clearing and not boulder covered snow. Here goes nothing.

We're down, no fire, my head, bleeding, the dogs are barking, I look out, a Red and orange figure is snow shoeing towards me. Yes, saved. I open the doors and the dogs bolt outside, I stand in the door and wow. She is amazing, face covered, parka and snow gear but grey piercing eyes. They freeze me to the core. "HI" is all I can say. "Hi, are you it? I nod "come with me, do you have any heavier cloths?" no, the gear is hosed, only have my light wind breaker. "no, is it far?" got be close. "about 200 yards." I think we can make it don't have any choice. "I think I can make it." We trek to her house.

The house is large, surround by a weather wall providing sheltered courtyards. The heavy grey stone, weathered looks ancient, but the second floor wide glass windows look modern, yet it all integrates. The entry is a mudroom, with bath to the right and laundry to the left. The inner door is closed, good the dogs can't roam dirty and foul thru the house. "Ok, strip and get in the shower, I'll find something for you to wear and wash the dogs" A perfect soft voice commands. I'm cold, shaking and numb. Turn on the water, hot, instantly good, I stripe down. The cloths are soaked and bloody. I stand face into the wall. I feel the dogs about my feet. Yes, warmth. I see a soap, shampoo dispenser I wash and wash the dogs. I hope the water last.

I hear her behind me. Without thinking I turn around and wow! This angelic creature tall muscled extremely well proportioned goddess. Brown long hair those piercing grey eyes, a face of a runway model. Dressed in a checkered flannel shirt and ski legging that show shapely long legs tucked into soft ankle booty slippers. I stare she stares I realize one I'm naked and two my little friend is rock hard. I turn back to the wall. "sorry about that" "here a robe it all I have that will fit you." Shit it barely covers me, better not bend or squat. We dry the dogs. Real cool human size hot air blower, the dogs love it. she leads us upstairs to the kitchen. She fix's the gash in my skull I look like a bad mummy.

My names Trouble, what yours. Strange name for so angelic a creature. Maybe a corruption of her real name. I should play it safe, used my family name.

Wulfeer, this in Rackim and Ender.

What are they? She likes dogs, they have taken to her laying quiet.

Rackim's a Chesapeake Bay Retriever mixed with Irish Water Spaniel, Spanish Mastiff. While Ender here is a Gordon and Border Collie mix. Where all a mixed breed. Is Trouble a nickname or corruption of your real name?

Both, which is yours Ok that didn't answer the question, were still hiding are names, why. God I'm starving haven't eaten is close to ten hours, couldn't trust the food or drinks on the plane, once I realized the danger.

Both, I agh we could use some food?

Ok, sorry how about subs, and hot tea. She says Yes, she starts to make the sandwiches, fresh produce, did she just get here. I need to check in Harper and Tommy will be worried.

Sounds good. Do you have a radio I could use to check in, I'm sure someone is looking for us?

She goes to a rack of tablets programs one and hand it to me. I smiles, I want to kiss her taste her. I look into her grey eyes and cup her face, kissing those full edible lips. She yelps, Ender is between her legs, grinning up at her. "I think he's hunger. I better make my call"

I cover the facing camera with my thumb, looking around I see some mayo, a little dab and the cameras inop. I call Harper burner; he answers "What?" "Wulfeer, I survived the trip, the bird was mango victor, I know Belarus, DeLong id tag bag." "Do you need pickup?" "No, I'm weather in possible 14days. I'm secure, dogs ok. Tommy needs to worry. Let the dogs loose, I can monitor this number." "Wulfeer, the number shows you in LA at Industrial City, office park, some tech company satellite office." "No, I'm in the northeast, near Greenland. The comm node must route anonymous, good. You should be able to call me. But go dark and deep, find Belarus." "Ok, the field is dark, and Simeon is scheduled to move the Argentina package. So three days most of the birds will be gone. Tommy what's to know are you secure?" "Yes Simeon is a go, yes I'm safe, and strangely happy, my savior is fascinating." "Whoa, never heard that before, you sure she's not Belarus?" "Yes, Belarus planned on me mango victor feet wet, plane, and gear seriously Zulu Serra." "ok, will birddog and Pitbull. Don't call unless your AO is changed and you need DZ, I won't call for 72, then only to sitrep." "Ok 72, quiet as a mouse." End call.

The routing is suspicious, but she guarded, the house screams my place, stay out. Her fortress of solitude. The food ready, I look into her eyes, lost Ender nudges me I eat. She places sub for the dogs. Already put a water bowl out, so efficient. We talk about his dogs; "He got his name because he my protection from bad woman, he always knows, sense, and keeps them away, thus Ender. She looks at him, he walks up, stands up and licks her face. He likes her, yes I smile she passed Ender test.

She goes to a window seat. She looks content but lonely. I'm suddenly overtake by the need for contact, must be a delay reaction to the stress. The worst she can do is say no. I lift her and sit down in her place. Putting her between my legs. Her back to my front, I feel the warm, connected, happy, my little friend hardens. I pull a quilt over us and we stare out into the storm, read from our tablet, she has large e-library of books, film, TV, music. I read some stainless steel rat book, always good to pass the time.

Dogs lounge on the carpet. We drift in and out of sleep. We talk, and laugh and kiss, a cuddle. The rest of the day away. I wake to find we're naked, well I'm naked she has on panties. I drift back into a peaceful sleep. I wake, have to pee, hungry, after 11:30. I get up, go down stairs the dogs follow, they need the bathroom too. I find my cloth, clean and dry. Underwear, jeans, windbreaker, I let the dogs out, they quickly in the shelter courtyard do their business and bolt for the air booth. I think and remove my breaker. I go upstairs a start making an omelet, she has fresh eggs, I'll try not to hog them.

I hear noise turnings there she stands wrapped in a blanket, sexy beautiful, and I want her. "hi, beautiful. Hungry? Making eggs and links." "You know invading a woman kitchen is punishable offense, yes I'm famish so this time yours forgive, and why am the only one naked?" smart mouth, so shit she biting her lips, please stop. "Didn't want to tempt fate and die of starvation while I ravished you" kissing her lips. The blankets fall, she embraces me.

I lay her on the island, raining kiss down her perfect breasts, her delectable neck, her taunt stomach. My tongue assaults her sex as my finger probe, resistance, her hymen shit, she a virgin, I freezes "no, don't stop make me explode Wolfie, make me yours" I start working my finger, tongue, and whole being to drive her over the top. Till we are one.

I hold her cradle in my arms; rains kiss on her head and face; she strokes my back. "I've always wanted to do that." "You've never used that wick tongue on a woman before" "no usually they run from the scars, and my demeanor." "what attitude, you've been kind, caring, loving, sexy so far. Where's the monster, your hiding from me." "I can't seem to find it here, with you. Maybe I died and this is heaven. I never met anyone like you." "good now it my turn, hop up here big boy" she points to the island counter, I hesitates she grab my waistband, I bite my lip, then licking it. "now!" I jump up and she pull off my jeans and underwear. "I've always want to try this, but never met anyone I wanted to taste so bad." she strokes me, I zone out on the feel, god so good, babe just augh she takes my cock into her sweet mouth, she works and work and final she's deep throating. I rock and shutters begging her fisting her hair. "Trouble, Trouble o god make me whole. Make me yours. I'm coming, ugh yes yes" my orgasm takes me, passing out. She continues as I fade in and out of ecstasy as she finishes me, I will never let the girl go.

I feel kisses along my back, little lite fingers along my ear. I swiftly turn and grab Trouble, pulling her into me, kisses raining her face and neck. Yes, she straddles me and pins my arms, raining deep kisses into my mouth. I flip us. Than bounce away to the bathroom. Later, I step into the shower and lather up, whoa a new set of hands, I turn she here with me. We wash, make out and dry make out. Till the hungry, and restroom challenged canine interrupt.

I take them out, well stand in the door while the do the fasts restrooms break of their lives, it freezing and wet and gusting even within the sheltered courtyard. I get them dry, and upstairs we go. OMG she in the kitchen dressed in a long night shirt to mid-thigh, legs bare, barefoot, and singing and dancing as she cooks. I am totally captivated by this vixen, woman, goddess. She turns and smiles, I harden immediately. She sees my reaction, a tongues her lips and shakes her hips. O no you little tease, I grab her waist and nibble her neck as she makes pancakes and sausage. I can feel her wetness, taste her desire, and slow drive her to need. We eat, together, her on my lap. I cannot think strait or even think of anything but us, her, we!

Tpov

Breakfast was the most intense and fun in my life. Wolfie was hungry for food and me. But everything has a price. I drag him downstairs to the lap pool/greenhouse. He is awe struck. "we need to pick and thin my garden" flourish with my hands. "Trouble this is amazing, so much varieties. This cannot be for just you?" "No, my housekeeper and her husband eat most of this, I can only get here occasional." "where do they live?" "Oh there's a farm two miles inland, its more protected and safe from the weather." "You didn't call them to get me?" "No, why did you want to leave (she pouts)" "No, I just you know being alone female, with me you'd have been safer maybe a" "Wolfie I can take care of myself, even against big, bad, you" "Yea, all you have to do is touch me and I fall under your spell. Besides you have me at your mercy, barefoot and shirtless, you're willing servant." I pale o' should I show him my playroom. Will it scare him? "Maybe later, if your bad or good I'll make you beg, for now farmer wolf get to work." Two hours later we have a bountiful harvest of greens, herbs, fruit, and veggies. Lunch is very healthy. We retire to our spot on the couch a laze away the day. I cuddle into him. Feeling safe and happy.

The Bloodlore estate eastern Virginia 1300 day 3

I sit in the communication room staring at the growing circle of people Demon has chasing him, he's grounded somewhere near Greenland. The Sundowner group, west coast Seattle based security group and just as secret as us, is pushing hard. Harper is searching and blocking but we're getting diminishing returns, they get closer every hour. Delong and a guard Henderson are dead, executed in Norfolk, both leave families behind. The Video from the hanger was tamper with. Back tracing phone, computer, any data has led nowhere.

Simeon wants to postpone the package, but Demon said go, so he's going. It's a 1.8-billion-dollar contract. I have Corporate looking internal and external, the Grey corp. is sniffing around, maybe I should call Ros, Grey number two, I'm friends with her niece Tabitha. I need a break, someone is going to break, and It's not going to be us.

All the usually suspects are accounted for. The new and old, no one is showing any signs of activates. This could be a new shadow threat, the first salvo in the battle, take Demon out, and then attack me and Dru. We're both under heavy lock down. Harper has only his people on guard, I've vetted them and may sure their loyalty is mine, and no one else. I was looking forward to new years in Miami with Dru and Henry.

Storm Vale Tpov

I've drift off to sleep, a beep from my tablet awoke me. I look it's from Tobia, I answer, "what up Tobia?" "Just checking on you, Trouble, everything ok?" code check what now "no everything is dad perfect." Code answer and challenge, ha take that family "Good, the weather report is for the storm to peak tomorrow evening. Gander is shutdown till day after tomorrow. And Breakwater is also shut down. So your isolated. Take care, I'm two hours away if you need me." "ok, bye, you guy's keep safe. I am really ok" I feel the male body behind me cuddle me harder, "You sure, then could come get me, you'd be safer." "Wolfie do I have to take you to the gym and kick your ass to prove I'm safe with you." "no, because I wouldn't put up fight for fear of harming one little hair on your head." "good, now I'm bored, lets watch a movie. Your treat."

After movie, dinner, movie she drags me back to her room, naked we spend the night exploring and bonding till sleep chases us to dawn. The peak passes us by without notices as our day's bleed into one another, happy blissful days and evening. We emerge from day 8 to a calm weather and glorious morning. We both we're virgins, me at 18 him at 26, who would have believed. He even took to the playroom, but I don't have the heart to whip him, only lite flogger and crop. We switch, god he is talented. I like everything with him. Dom, sub, vanilla, kink, just cuddling on the couch. We have explored each other lives and families without every getting to our real names, I fear the end and return to civilization and family.