Just a warning, this chapter is not PG. I've delved into the R rating scale in this chapter. Okay? I've warned you. If you don't like smut, skip this chapter. LOL! Blame it on the writer being a little tipsy, blame it on the writer letting her mind wander into dark places…..no, I blame it on Gary Dourdan being Warrick Brown. 'Nuf said! For those willing, lets get on with the show!
"Hey? You're still awake?" Warrick came into the room late into the night, two nights later. He'd tried to stay out of the room until after Gemma was already asleep. His attraction for his 'wife' was growing by the day, now that she was at ease with him. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands off of her.
"Sshh!" Gemma shushed him, she was laying on the bed, against the wall, frowning heavily.
"What?" he questioned as he stepped out of his pants, getting ready for bed. She hushed him again. Curious, he came to the bed. His eyes widened with alarm. He could hear Joyce and Michael talking through the wall as if they were in the same room.
"I don't trust him, Mike!" Joyce was complaining. He spends all his time wandering around, leaving his new bride and child behind. It's their honeymoon and I never see him touching her. When he is around, he only pays attention to the boy. I see her watching him…..she's love struck! He ignores her. Something is fishy!"
"Shit!" Warrick hissed. "We leave first thing in the morning!"
"No……we're safe here!" Gemma whispered so quietly, Warrick had to lean in to hear her. "I'll fix this!"
"How?" Warrick frowned in confusion as Gemma lay back onto the bed, closing her eyes. She frowned in concentration, then let out a giggle.
"Toby!"
Warrick swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off of her as he recognized the seductive teasing tone in her voice. She giggled again, bouncing the bed just enough to make the springs creak in protest. Warrick felt his breathing quicken, as he remained rooted to the spot on the bed.
Gemma began to moan, bouncing on the bed every once and again. She let out little whimpering sounds as she rain her fingernails on the wall, making clawing sounds. She began to creak the bedsprings at a steady rhythm now, moaning louder as she did.
Warrick let out a whimper as she began to thrash on the bed, faking an orgasm. She put on a performance that would put Meg Ryan to shame. When she finished, there wasn't a sound from the other side of the wall. She opened her eyes and looked up into Warrick's eyes. Without his contacts, his green eyes were dark and sparkling with desire.
Warrick sucked in a deep breath, "I…I….I gotta go to the bathroom." Warrick groaned painfully. He started to get up, but Gemma held him in place, grabbing his arm. "Let me go…. I gotta go deal with…..something."
"What?" Gemma sat up. Warrick glanced down at his lap and she followed with her own eyes. "Oh!" She whispered, seeing what his problem was. "You can't go now!"
"Why not?" Warrick ground out with a grimace.
"As far as they know, we just made love. Then you go and jack off in the bathroom? How believable is that?" Gemma whispered softly.
"I can't do it in here……in front of you!" Warrick mumbled, clearly in pain and irritation.
"I did it to you. I'll fix it." Gemma pulled on his arm, tumbling him onto the bed. Startled, he forgot about their captive audience and cried out in protest. "Don't! No!"
"Ssh!" Gemma placed a hand on his chest, holding him down as he struggled to get off the bed. "Trust me, baby," she crooned, her hand sliding under the hand of his boxers.
"Oh Fuck!" Warrick cried out as her hand came in contact with his erection.
"Relax. I'll make it all better." Gemma promised, the restraining hand slid across him, touching, caressing, tweaking all the right spots while her hand worked him.
"Oh Fuck, Yeah!" He cried as her hand clasped his balls, fingers massaging the sensitive spot on the underside. Now that he was no longer fighting her, the second hand slithered into his boxers. An errant finger slid across the tip of him, causing him to jerk and cry out. "Oh, God!"
At the very moment that both hands clasped onto him, he climaxed. "Oh baby! Fuck Yeah!" Gemma held on, working him as she milked him for everything she had to offer. She sat over him as he lay, panting and trembling. "Holy Shit!" He groaned loudly, unable to keep from grinning up at her. Gemma smiled back at him, leaning over to plant a kiss on his forehead. She shut off the beside lamp, settling down beside him. She listened to the quiet murmuring of the couple on the other side of the wall before Warrick's snoring began to drown it out.
"Look Da'Oh!" Jessica held up a rock.
"That's cool one!" Warrick called as he settled back on the blanket Gemma had spread out for them. Gemma sat beside him, watching her daughter exploring in the shallow creek. "Mike pulled me aside this morning."
"About?"
"Our noise level last night. He seemed kinda amused about it." Warrick scooted backwards until his head rested on her thigh. "This okay?"
"Sure." Gemma ran a finger across his forehead. "Did he believe it?"
"Hell yes!" Warrick chuckled. "You put on quite a performance last night."
"Tony liked me to be vocal." Gemma admitted quietly as she continued to run her finger over his face, tracing the lines of his jaw and cheekbones. "So I learned how to….pretend."
"You're saying….you had to pretend with him?" Warrick eyes opened, looking into hers.
"Yeah," Gemma shrugged as if it meant nothing. Dragging her eyes from his gaze, she watched her daughter.
"And the other part?" Warrick continued, "He teach you that too?"
"Yeah," Gemma grimaced with distaste at the memory. "He liked to have his business partners happy. He just didn't want to have to question the paternity of my children."
"You mean….he….had you…?"Warrick stuttered, sitting up to stare at her in shock."
"Yes. I know, it makes me a whore." Gemma looked away in embarrassment. "It was better to do as he asked then to have him mad at me."
"Did he hurt you if you refused?" Warrick probed.
"Sometimes." Gemma shrugged. "But then, sometimes he hurt me when I did do as he asked. He would get jealous, claim that I enjoyed it. He made me a whore, and then punished me because I was a whore."
"Stop calling yourself that!" Warrick cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her face back towards his. "That's not what it makes you. You're a victim. Don't feel guilty over something you had no control over."
"Thank you….you're a kind man."
"How did you get involved with that bastard?"
Gemma glanced over at Jessica before whispering. "Promise you won't ever tell Uncle Gil?" She waited until she had his nod of agreement. "My Dad. He had an addiction to gambling….horses. He got into trouble and Tony helped him out. So when Tony said he liked me….Dad arranged for me to go on a date with him."
"Damn." Warrick groaned.
"I got pregnant with Jessica that night." Gemma blushed. "I didn't have much of a choice after that."
"Was it rape?" Gemma looked out at Jessica, the sky, anything but at Warrick. "I'll take that as a yes since you're choosing not to answer."
"Can we stop talking about this now?"
"Yeah." Warrick nodded, laying back down with his head in her lap again. "But when this over, I wanna beat the hell out of your father. That okay with you?"
"Sounds like a good plan." Gemma chuckled, removing his glasses so she could caress around his eyes. Warrick closed his eyes and lost himself in the provocative feelings her fingers evoked. He was lost in sensation when the peal of his phone disrupted the tranquility.
"Fon! Da'Oh!" Jessica called as he scrambled to dig his phone out of his pocket. He glanced at the caller I.D. "Incoming call from PONCHO. Accept?"
Clicking the phone on, Warrick answered, "Yeah?" He answered warily, hoping against hope that this was the man he thought it was, calling on his private phone to Grissom.
"Hey Bro." Nick's voice twanged in his ear. Warrick smiled, relieved and pleased to hear the man.
"Nicky? Why are you calling me….on this phone?" He questioned.
"I'm in the loop now, bro. Gris gave me the number, got me a phone of my own.
"Oh." He sat up, watching Gemma got up and wandering over to Jessica.
"You're in some deep shit bro." Nick informed him, in case he didn't already know. "You need to come in. Hand the girl over to the Feds before you get yourself killed."
"No….she's my……my responsibility. I'll keep her safe." Warrick insisted.
"You're over your head, Bro."
"I know." There was a silence on the line for a moment.
"I've got my friend in the FBI looking into things. They're interested. They'd take care of her." Nick offered.
"No. I'll do it. I'm not coming back until she's safe." Warrick sighed.
"Man….did you fall for this girl?" Nick groaned. Warrick turned his attention to the woman in question, watching as she played with her daughter.
"Yeah…..yeah, I did." Warrick admitted with a grin. "Just…..don't tell Gris. Okay?"
"Of course I won't." Nick sighed, "Just keep your eyes open, head down and your hands to yourself."
"Like always." Warrick vowed, clicking the phone off.