Let me first start by saying, they are in Montana if you are not reading Call Me Joseph. I know most of you are, but just in case. It has become impossible to keep the two completely separate, but for those who just don't want to ready CMJ, I am really trying to make it work so you don't have to.

Anywho, this might just be the most NSFW chapter I've ever written ANYWHERE...so, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I think that's all I can really leave you with...

Enjoy.

There's no religion that could save me
No matter how long my knees are on the floor
So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm makin'
To keep you by my side
To keep you from walkin' out the door.

'Cause there'll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same if you walk away
Everyday it'll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

It Will Rain - Bruno Mars

Dalton and Jaz spent a lot of time together with the team, even when they were lucky enough to stay in a hotel they still usually shared walls with at least one of their teammates.

It was fun, but they wanted a little bit of time just by themselves.

When they'd visited Montana in the past, they'd usually stayed in the little farmhouse with Abbie since the main house had been under construction. She had two guest rooms, so it had always been the best option.

McGuire always stayed in the barn loft back then. And since it was almost completely open, it wasn't exactly conducive to guests. Especially guests that weren't your significant other since it offered little in the way of privacy with its one lofted bedroom and a lone bath that was separated only by a barn door off that bedroom.

So, that was always how it worked out. McG in the loft, Jaz, and Dalton in Abbie's guest rooms so that they had a modicum of privacy.

Though in fairness, even before Dalton and Jaz started seeing each other, there wasn't much that any of them hadn't caught a glimpse of at some stage. Whether in the bunker or in a safe house there just wasn't a lot of room for modesty.

It made him almost feel bad for Jaz, but she never seemed too fazed by it.

She certainly didn't walk around naked back before they were together, he was sure he'd have noticed that, but it wasn't like Jaz was having them hold up towels or hiding in corners. Still, it made them appreciate absolute privacy when they had it.

This time, things were different. The main house was finished, so McGuire and Hannah would stay there, and Amir had been situated in the guest room off the kitchen affording all parties in the house plenty of privacy.

Dalton and Jaz got the old barn all to themselves, too.

No shared walls, or teammates under the same roof and plenty of space for them to enjoy just being a couple, a luxury they just hadn't had to this point.

When they put their bags down, Abbie showed them the little kitchen which had been stocked with the basics like coffee, beer, milk, juice, fruit, and snacks.

The main house was fully stocked and only steps away so they'd all take meals there if they didn't go out.

Once Amir, Jaz, and Dalton got the grand tour Abbie took Amir over to the main house to show him the guest room where he'd be staying, and the two of them finally got a few minutes to themselves.

"Do you hear that?" Dalton asked.

"Hear what? The creek running behind the house? The breeze sifting through the tall grass?" Jaz asked as she tried to listen harder.

"The silence."

Jaz smiled.

"For the first time since we finally stopped denying ourselves of this love that's between us, we are utterly, and blissfully alone," Dalton told her.

"Mmmm, I do like the sound of silence," Jaz whispered as she stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his.

Sadly, all silences are eventually broken. This one was shattered by the sound of Abbie McGuire shrieking in pure joy and had them jogging into the main house a few seconds later. They met Amir in the kitchen as the trio followed the commotion out onto the porch.

Apparently, McGuire had found his moment and asked Hannah to marry him.

Dalton smiled, he knew this day was coming and he was thrilled for both of them. McGuire and Hannah were two of the best people he knew. Hannah had been through so much, and McG had insulated himself from ever getting emotionally attached, but when the two of them collided he filled in her cracks, and she lit his world on fire.

It had been fun to see them both give in and allow themselves to take the one thing they'd both convinced themselves they'd never have. Love.

It was a path Dalton had become intimately familiar with himself.

Jaz was thrilled as well. She and McGuire had a special relationship, and she'd always wanted him to find love. He was such a teddy bear, and she knew that he had been shortchanging himself, and some lucky girl of happiness as long as he'd continued on his quest to bed a woman in every city they visited.

In fairness, McGuire wasn't quite that bad, but Jaz knew that he had more to give than empty one night stands, and she had always been certain that there was someone out there who would make him believe that he was worthy of love.

Before Hannah, McGuire had been certain he'd repeat the mistakes of the men in his family. He'd thought himself unworthy of love.

But, Hannah had shown him that being vulnerable and putting your faith in the people you love is one of the purest joys in life.

Jaz knew that was true, she'd let down her walls for Dalton, and he had done the same for her. Sometimes, there were still half-walls to scale and moats in front of them, like when Adam went off after Hoffman, or when Jaz went rogue in Tehran, but they were finding their way.

It hadn't been easy, and in a lot of ways it was a struggle to watch Hannah and McG reach milestones they knew they weren't ready for yet, but it was worth it because Dalton and Jaz both knew together they would get there. They were determined.

Both couples had all the trappings of a home with each other. McG and Hannah's love was pretty and neat like picket fences, patios, and fresh coats of paint on an already strong foundation. Where Dalton and Jaz were the steel that held up the roof and walls, it wasn't always pretty but that steel was just as much a necessity as the pretty finishes.

Hannah and McG had a lot of obstacles, their road had been far from easy, but Dalton and Jaz had the added pressures of professional limitations and the stresses that Dalton's position put on them even if their relationship wasn't considered completely off limits.

But it was, and they were going to have to deal with that.

Soon.

Dalton and Jaz had talked about it, but they had yet to work on finding a solution that they could both live with. It rippled beneath the surface and hid in the background, but every now and again it would jump out from the shadows and bark at them like a rabid dog.

That's what happened later that night when they returned from dinner.

Their bond had yet to be really tested beyond Jaz's capture in Tehran, and it's aftermath, but that was about to change.

The thing with steel is that sometimes you have to burn it and bend it before you can make it stronger.

Dalton and Jaz were the last ones left sitting around the firepit after McG returned to Hannah, Abbie headed back to her house, and Amir ventured off to finish the book he'd started when they left New York.

Dalton looked over at Jaz shivering as a cool fall breeze licked over her. She'd been dressed in jeans and a sweater with a vest over it, but it wasn't enough to fight off the chill.

"Come here, I'll keep you warm," Dalton said as he rubbed a hand over his knee.

Jaz curled up in his lap with her head laid against his shoulder and just waited for him to press his lips to her forehead as his fingers slipped into her hair. It was reflex, but it always made her feel cherished when he did it.

"We don't get to do this often enough." He said as he rubbed her neck under the curtain of her hair.

"No, we should do something about that," Jaz responded.

"Yeah. We should."

"You know, even before everything was finished, this place was beautiful. But, McGuire has made quite a place for himself here. It makes me think he might be closer to being ready to move on to the next stage of his life than I thought." She said.

"Yeah, I think that the whole thing with Patricia and Hoffman kind of put things in perspective for him. Preach, too." Dalton offered.

"What about for you? Did that not affect your perspective? Because it did mine." She wondered.

It only took a second to realize he'd bristled at her questions.

"Of course it did. I know that we can't do this forever, and I know the longer we do it, the more it becomes a game of Russian roulette. Every time we go out there, I think about whether or not this is the mission where we don't all return. I've lost way too many people to think that isn't a very real possibility." He growled.

"We all know the risks we're taking Adam," Jaz replied.

"Yeah, you do, but that doesn't make me any less responsible. And you know what, this line that we crossed," Dalton said as he mimicked drawing a line in the sand. "That only makes it worse. Since we crossed it, I can't stop thinking about making that one bad decision that takes you away from me."

"Adam, I can't speak for you, but I had those same concerns for you long before you ever crawled into my bed to soothe me from a nightmare. I'm going to be honest with you, it didn't take waking up in your arms, or a first kiss, or an incredible night in Seville for me to worry about losing you. I knew exactly what you were to me long before any of that happened, the fact that I couldn't admit that to myself really made no difference. It still would have broken me if anything happened to you."

Jaz was just winding up, "And if you think for one second that I believe you would risk anyone because of how you feel for me, you are an idiot because deep down, I think you felt it long before you gave into it, too. So, I call bullshit; this isn't a new thing for you either."

"It wouldn't matter though, you feeling like this is inappropriate, but me acting on it is so much worse. My feelings for you put everyone at risk." He started to shout.

"We should probably take this behind closed doors; I don't want to burst the bubble that Hannah and McG are residing in and Amir is already caught in the crosshairs too much between all of us," Jaz said when she realized this wasn't going to wind down anytime soon.

She stood and tried to pull Dalton to his feet.

He sat rigid for a minute with a stern look on his face. He wasn't happy that she had turned the conversation in this direction because he wasn't ready to deal with it, but Jaz was done dancing around the subject.

Jaz squinted her eyes at him and said, "Since you're such an expert on reading women, I'm not going to say anything else. These little lady eyes shouldn't leave anything lost in translation." She whisper shouted as she jerked her hand away.

Jaz headed through the house to the loft shutting off the lights and the gas that fueled the fire pit leaving Dalton to stew under the clear inky black sky with only the stars to keep him company.

Dalton watched her as she went, he could see the rage rolling off of her in bright waves, and he knew he had two choices.

The wise choice would be to stay put and let her cool down; two hot heads did not always make for rational discussions, especially when it was their two heads.

Then there was the choice that he made, to pursue her with his own anger vibrating through his bloodstream.

When Dalton entered the loft, he carefully closed the door momentarily concealing his feelings. He'd wanted to slam it, but in spite of sharing so much with their team, they were both still intensely private.

For now, this fight didn't need to be spilled in front of an audience.

Jaz stood in front of the fireplace as she tore her vest and sweater off dropping them on the floor and kicked her shoes aside. For whatever reason, the stark white t-shirt that remained tucked into her jeans just accentuated the harsh rise and fall of her rage, and it fueled his.

"Do you think it's been easy for me?" Dalton shouted as he stalked towards Jaz. "Do you think I enjoyed holding you back as you tried to run into a fucking chemical explosion to save your friend? As you screamed in unconsolable agony and cried for Elijah? Or that I don't blame myself every single day for letting him die on my watch? For depriving you of one of your closest friends? I carry that with me every day, and I think about it every time I look into your eyes. Tell me that didn't happen because of how I feel about you!"

This conversation had started because they needed to hash out their future, but somehow it had turned into Dalton needing to purge a burden she didn't even know he was carrying.

"Adam..."

"No, shut up for a minute. Just shut up and listen," Dalton growled as he pushed Jaz against the wall and blocked her from moving away from him with his arms caging her in.

Jaz wasn't afraid of him, for all the jokes she'd made about his perceptions, she could see right through him, too. What had started as pulsing hot rage had morphed into searing pain in the time it took him to go from the patio to the loft.

"Elijah never should have been out there by himself. I should have been with him. It's my job to make sure this team comes home in one piece, and I failed him. That doesn't sit well with me."

"But," Jaz started.

"No, I'm not finished." He growled. "I failed you, too. I deprived you of your best friend because I made a choice. A bad one at that. I let him go in there alone. And that...that haunts me."

"Adam..." Jaz started again only to be cut off.

"I'm not done." Dalton bellowed.

"I don't fucking care if you're done. I have something to say, and you're going to fucking listen to me even if I have to tie you down and gag that god damn pretty mouth of yours." She shouted.

Dalton gaped at her like a goldfish at feeding time, it might have made her laugh under different circumstances, but she was way too pissed off.

She was fuming.

Jaz put her hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him hard until he was standing with his back against the post that was anchored to the stairwell leading up to the bedroom.

"You know as well as I do that I was supposed to be with Elijah. I should have been standing right next to him, but instead, I was fucking arguing with you. Like always!" Jaz railed. "I wanted to go up onto the rooftop, and you wouldn't let me, so Elijah got fed up and walked into the line of fire all by himself. You are so fucking full of self-loathing that you can't even see the events clearly anymore." She shouted as she poked him in the chest with such ferocity that it almost knocked the wind out of him.

"I-I..." Dalton said as he ran the events through his head with a new clarity.

"Yeah, that's right. You had nothing to do with the stupid shit we get in to. Elijah was standing next to that bomb because he went off book. And I should have been standing next to him, but I wasn't because I didn't listen either. And there's something else that you clearly don't recall."

"What's that?" He growled as he grabbed her hand before she could poke a hole right through his chest.

That shit was starting to hurt.

"Where did I want to be?" She asked.

"The rooftop..." Dalton answered not sure where this was going.

"That's right, the fucking rooftop. The very one that Hoffman was sitting on. So you want to throw blame around, you can cast it at me." She screamed. "If I'd walked up on that roof, Elijah and I would both be dead, maybe everyone else too since I might have exposed him to you, or McG, or Preach from their vantage point."

"Yeah, well you're still here, not because I wouldn't let you go up to that rooftop, but because I wanted to keep arguing with you. I wanted you, but I couldn't have you. I craved you with every fiber of my being, and fighting with you was the only way I got to feel what it was like to let you under my skin. I couldn't fuck you, but I could sure as hell fight with you. How's that for leadership?" Dalton shouted.

Jaz looked like she wanted to hit him, but instead, she jumped into his arms and latched onto his mouth as teeth and tongues clashed. Her hands were anchored against his cheeks as she drove the kiss, and his were dug into her ass as he tried to pull her closer.

This wasn't about comfort or love.

This was a hot pulsing wound, and they were about to rip the scab right off.

Jaz ground her hips against him as he pushed off the pillar they'd been leaning against to set her on the dining room table. As soon as she was settled, he threw his jacket to the floor and yanked his shirt over his head.

Jaz was jerking his belt from his pants and tearing the button free when her eyes landed on his chest; his eyes followed her gaze to a deep purple bruise blooming on his right pec.

He'd expected her to hesitate upon seeing the bruise she'd created, but instead, his heart slammed against his chest wall as she sunk her teeth into the already angry purple mark.

"Fuck, Jaz." He growled as he literally tore her shirt trying to remove it from her body.

She sucked harder as her hands anchored themselves on either side of his fly and yanked breaking the lockjawed teeth of his zipper irreparably.

It was fucking hot.

A second later, Dalton found himself seated bare-assed on the dining room table as Jaz shoved him back sending her purse and a couple candles clattering to the floor shattering into shards of wax that bobbled across the tiles.

Before Dalton could think too much about the mess that would be waiting for them, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat tearing a pained groan from his.

"Ohhhhh, Fuuuuuck." He bellowed as she swallowed around him making him jerk as her throat contracted around him.

Dalton reached for her several times before he finally managed to get a hold of one of her back pockets and used it to leverage her ass closer to him.

Fuck if he was going down alone at this point.

As she continued to work him over, he popped the button on her jeans and yanked the zipper down before he jerked them down to her knees along with her soaked thong and hefted her tiny frame into the air like she weighed nothing.

When Jaz landed, Dalton's head was between her knees, and his teeth were scraping over her dripping pussy as she moaned her approval over his cock making him jerk in her mouth.

Dalton was determined not to let go yet; he was intent on finishing this the way it started.

Face to face.

So, he played a little dirty as he sucked her clit hard and shoved two fingers deep inside of her pulling vigorously against that already engorged bundle of nerves.

The angle made it harder to get leverage, but it took him all of three minutes before she was forced to relinquish her grip on his cock to scream out her orgasm, and another ten seconds for him to press her back to the table and slam his cock home.

She was still fluttering and clenching from her previous orgasm, so the force alone tore another one from her leaving him drenched as the first one dripped from his chin and the second...everywhere else.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck. Too...too much." Jaz cried as he continued to fuck her through the second orgasm.

"Never enough." He murmured as he leaned over her and rubbed his damp chin against her neck before he sunk his teeth into her pulse point tearing another little aftershock from her.

Tears were leaking from her eyes as the intensity started to overtake her, and Dalton slowed the motion of his hips to a slow roll as he kissed her gently and whispered, "Don't ever let anyone, not even me put this fire out. I love it. I love you. I love everything about you. But most of all, I love the way you fight with me, for me."

"For us. I'll always fight for us." Jaz whispered as she canted her hips up towards him drawing a shudder from Adam as he bottomed out inside of her.

Jaz felt like the ripples of aftershocks were never ending at that point, she couldn't seem to ever come down from one before another one started and she needed him to come. Her whole body was shaking, and she knew she was on the verge of going full-on supernova.

The problem was, so did he.

When his fingers ghosted over her clit, and his hips snapped forward then rolled over the nerves that were firing like faulty wiring she knew he wasn't going to let her down easy.

"No...Please, I c-can't. I can't." she cried as he repeated the move again.

Dalton pressed his arm to the table beside her as his fingers continued to work and his cock started to jerk with each ripple of pleasure she could no longer control.

"I want you to come so hard those candles won't be the only thing we'll be cleaning up in the morning." He growled as he continued to drive into her.

"Mmmmmm, I, oh fuck, Adam!" She screamed as everything went white and little stars littered her field of vision for a second.

Dalton lost his rhythm a second later as he came so hard that he could feel the muscles of his back spasm almost painfully.

"Fuck, oh fuck." He bellowed as his hips jerked violently against hers before he finally collapsed against her.

They were both breathing hard, sweating, and sore as shit, but fuck if it hadn't felt incredible.

When Dalton pulled out, they laughed, and Jaz put a voice to what they'd been thinking, "We can not let anyone eat at this table in front of us."

"Jazzy, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to sit at this table again without thinking about being buried inside of you and you screaming my name as you come on my cock." He told her.

Jaz just groaned.

"I can't think about that; I think I'm going to need to sit in an ice bath as it is."

"I could kiss it and make it better."

"You know, you've said that before, and it's some seriously flawed thinking because it always winds up with that fat cock slamming into me again anyway." She laughed.

"Yeah, but I still kiss it, and in the end, we both feel better."

"You're right, point for Adam." She said as she mimicked chalking one up on an imaginary score sheet. "Now, take me to bed so we can wrap up this apology tour the right way."

"As you wish," Dalton said as he climbed off the table and pulled her into his arms before carrying her up the stairs.

Once Dalton had her in the bed, he went to work soothing the ache between her legs.

He started by gently laving her clit with his tongue and rubbing her g-spot with excruciatingly soft strokes. It didn't take long before she was humming in pleasure as a tiny fluttering orgasm worked its way through her.

It wasn't earth-shattering on a physical level, but emotionally it was next level. Adam Dalton had just given her a straight up feel-gasm as he carefully brought her down from the savage fuckery that they'd unleashed on each other downstairs.

Both had their merits, but this one was like tattooing his name on her heart. Adam was leaving a permanent mark.

As the ripples started to abate, he turned to his back and settled her onto his cock helping her to just rotate her hips. Neither one of them thrusting or fighting for release, just reveling in the soft waves of pleasure that came more with the emotional connection than the physical one.

Adam stared into her expressive chocolate eyes and saw a love so pure that there was no need for mind reading to see it. He knew Jaz saw it reflected back at her.

This time when he came it felt like a sink that was slowly overflowing, there was barely anything left in the faucet, but it still felt amazing as his skin warmed and pleasure rubbed over his skin like a warm breath against your neck first thing in the morning.

By now, his heart had stopped trying to keep up with their make up session; it pulsed slow in his chest as he cradled her against him and they both drifted towards sleep.

Before Dalton finally gave in to sleep, Jaz whispered, "There are people above us that will see this, us as a liability. I know that, but I also know there isn't a team out there that is better than this one. They know that, too. I don't have all the answers, but I know that if we make decisions together, we can find a way through. But you can't shut me out; you can't carry these burdens alone. If you do, we will break."

"There is still so much we have to talk about. I know that, but I know that you're right. We will find a way, because this is worth fighting for. And if all the fights end like this one, I'm not going to complain about it."

Jaz laughed, "That was...Mmmm."

"I love you Jaz. More than anything in this world."

"I love you, too."

Yeah, so that was fun...

Next up, we venture back to CMJ to meet Dani then we'll probably be right back here before the end of the weekend.