Sorry about the delay in posting recently, but with the New Year and the rush of things to get done in the aftermath of the holidays I had to put writing on the back burner for a few days. I'm back at it now and I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I debated on whether or not to make Pops appearance in the last chapter a bad dream or reality, and decided on reality. I did so so that this scenario would happen and I could bring in another great character. That doesn't mean that the sexy fun of the story is done by any means. No. Bones and Angela will be having more fun with Booth in chapters to come. Gregg.
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Booth straightened up and wiped the sweat off his brow. He'd been at it for a couple of hours now. All the while he'd been cursing Cam to the ends of the Earth. This was all her fault, after all. He couldn't believe it! Imagine being left there handcuffed to the four corners of the bed, naked with Junior standing tall and proud wanting the party to recommence, and instead he hears Pops demanding an explanation! Bones chiming in wondering what the Hell was going on didn't help, either, but she hadn't been in on it, so he couldn't blame her for asking him a direct question. She wasn't the kind to duck and run when the shit hits the fan after all. Now, after a lecture on perversion and respecting a woman's home and privacy (and a few comments about lewd and immoral sexual behavior thrown in for good measure) he was working his ass off polishing the old Cadillac to within an inch of its life with his collection of Green Lantern toothbrushes! All that chrome was a bitch to polish!
"Someone is going to pay for this shit!" Booth muttered as he bent down to his task again. It also pissed him off no end when Jared had eagerly volunteered to bring the Cadillac over to Bones' apartment garage for Booth to slave over. Pops had also let it be known that he was heading over to the Church the next day to offer a few prayers for his Shrimp's salvation, which sure as shit meant that Good Old Mitch would be fully informed of the transgression by the time the prayers were over. Pops wasn't a believer in the old adage Loose Lips Sink Ships, so keeping this a secret was a lost cause even before it started. The only question was who was going to be spending some time learning how to make igloos and survive in horribly subzero conditions eating seal blubber for warmth? Cam had him by the balls with all she knew about him. Angela was in on the threesome stuff, so that was out. Booth wanted the festivities to continue as long as Bones was for it, after all. He was a guy, you know. His mind finally settled on Sweets. Yep, the little Pimple needed to do some serious penance. Even if he hadn't been in on the whole cuff and humiliate Booth side of things, the Boy needed to be taken down a peg. How hard was it to put off playing Hide the Little Smokey while taking care of a geriatric? Nope. Sweets had screwed the pooch and now was going to be doing some serious time in Purgatory.
Booth was reveling in the thoughts of all that Sweets would have to endure when he about jumped out of his skin as he felt a hand behind him run along his inner thigh and then squeeze his ass firmly.
"JESUS!" he let out a shout as he jumped up and turned to face whoever had groped him. He sighed in relief that it was only Bones, but it still didn't ease the spike in his blood pressure. At least he had the presence of mind to recall just where they were, though. "Uh, Bones, what the Hell are you doing?" he managed to get out as she cupped him.
"I came to see if you were about done, and found the sight of you working diligently bent over like that to be highly arousing," she told him, adding a little squeeze to the bulge in his pants.
Booth gulped audibly. "Bones!" he said firmly, while removing, albeit VERY reluctantly, her hand from Junior. "I am right now polishing Pops' Cadillac to within an inch of its life after getting a thoroughly embarrassing lecture on perversion from the Man. The absolute last thing I want to do right now is anything to cause him to lecture me again, and spend more time with this damn car! Once was enough as a teenager, yet here I am twenty something years later at it again! And to top it off, I need to go and buy a whole new set of Green Lantern toothbrushes to replace these which I've been using for the job!"
"Don't worry, Booth," Bones said in an arousal laden tone of voice. "Hank is asleep in the guest bedroom, and he won't be bothering us for hours. We have time for a tryst so that I may enjoy one time in the back of a classic vehicle."
"Absolutely not!" Booth screeched. "This car is pure EVIL! Satan himself wouldn't go near it!" He didn't mention the fact that he had no desire to be forced to scrub the entire interior as well. Knowing his luck when it came to this car then sure as God made little green apples Pops would be stopping by for an inspection tour any minute now, nap or no nap! His eyes popped out when Bones opened the back door to the car and slid inside. "Bones!" he pleaded as he shifted to the open door and looked inside. He groaned in frustration, even as Junior and the Boys shouted for glory at the inviting sight they beheld. His jaw about hit the floor. Bones had somehow shed all her clothes in that brief moment and was laid back and, ahem, fiddling! He watched as she rolled one of her luscious nipples between her thumb and forefinger in one hand, and slowly massaged the swollen lips of her pussy with the other, providing a tantalizing glimpse of what awaited him.
"I'm waiting, Booth," she said in a husky whisper.
Booth sent up a prayer for some Divine Intervention so that Pops didn't show up. Bones was simply too powerful a presence to ignore, and Booth knew it. Especially after the weekend that he had had with her and Angela. But this was even better! It was with Bones alone and he could devote all his attention on her alone! Don't misunderstand! Like all men Booth wasn't about to argue against a threesome with two absolutely HOT women, but absolutely nothing compared to being one on one with the love of your life. And that's exactly what Bones was. THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE. Making a sign of the Cross, he practically ripped off his clothes and dove on in.
Booth quickly got in position and grunted an explanation. "Sorry no foreplay, Bones," he apologized as he slid inside of her in one stroke, groaning at the tight, hot feel of her. "The fancy stuff can wait for a better venue."
Bones grinned as she felt him move inside her. He felt incredible, and the fact that she had his entire attention made this even better than during the weekend with Angela, which had been spectacular, too. "I don't care about the foreplay," she moaned in his ear. "I just want you to fuck me. This is my fantasy. We can save making love for when we are in our bed."
Booth about came right then as well as have a heart attack on hearing her saw "our" bed. All his dreams about a "them" were coming true at that moment. He held it together, though. He wasn't about to be accused of having a hair trigger when this was a serious fantasy of Bones'. Nope. She deserved the best that Junior could deliver. Not some wimpy ass performance like that interloping waste of skin Sully likely provided a couple years before. Instead of dwelling on that he kept sliding in and out of her, varying the speed and angles of his thrusts for maximum pleasure, loving how she matched him move for move.
"I'm about there!" he said loudly, looking down at her sex addled face, memorizing the image for all eternity.
"That had better be my daughter in there with you, Booth, or you and I will be having some serious words," came the second most feared voice at a time like this.
Booth almost inhaled his tongue when he heard that. As it was Junior did an immediate nosedive and went into hiding. The Boys tried to shrivel up and hide, too. This couldn't be happening. Twice in one day! And this time it was worse than Satan himself doing the taking!
"Uh..." he stuttered, but couldn't manage anything else.
"Of course it's me, Dad," Bones said firmly, though not moving. She had nothing against the display of the human body, but she didn't want to be naked in front of her Father, either.
"Good!" Max said with a wide grin. "Now I think you need to get dressed, Son. I really don't like looking at a mans bare ass."
"I knew it, I just knew it!" Booth said as he heard Max's footsteps moving away from the car. "This car is totally Evil, Bones. I swear I'm going to have a complex about sex before this day is out! I just hope to God that Max doesn't let Pops know what was going on in the Cadillac. Otherwise I'll be fumigating and scrubbing the interior, too!"
"I think we better get dressed, Booth, before anyone else arrives to disturb us," Bones suggested calmly.
Booth immediately jumped out of the car and whipped on his clothes. There was no way he was going to risk a visit from Pops. He looked at her just sitting there happily watching him without even pulling on any of her own clothes. "Get dressed, Bones!" he hissed. "Otherwise Pops will show up and I'll get a lecture about ignoring a woman's needs or some such bullshit!"
Bones laughed as she began pulling on her clothes. Her father catching them in flagrante dilecto had not been her plan, but it had been rather amusing seeing how Booth reacted.
A/N: I couldn't resist involving Max in this somehow. I promise the story will even out from here on and get back to the sexual antics which made it so popular in the first place. I hope you enjoyed this interlude, and Max showing up. I am working on some chapters for Pope Mitch and The Election of Pope Mitch which I hope to have ready for the site in a few days. Gregg.