Undercover Chapter 13
I couldn't understand what was taking so long. The plan had been for me to apprehend Joe and to take him and turn him in at the Detroit PD. They gave me a ride to a little furnished house and I've been here waiting for Joe almost 3 hours. What the hell? Where is he?
I've paced, explored the house, read the two magazines that I bought for the plane ride, and fixed my hair and makeup again. I'm ready now. Come out, Come out, Wherever you are!
My thoughts tumbled around in my head. I'd made the apprehension at 2pm and turned him in at 2:45. I arrived here at around 3:15. I've eaten all the Boston Crème's that were in the kitchen and am starting to get worried. Joe doesn't have a cell phone. I could call the PD, I guess and ask for the contact we used. I don't know. I'll just watch TV for a while and maybe he'll show up.
I was awakened by a sort of a mechanical sound. After getting reoriented, I realized I must have just fallen asleep watching TV. I'd only been out for about 20 minutes. There's the same noise again that woke me up. What is it? Oh! It was the garage door opener. Joe must be here. I got up and smoothed myself out. I went to the kitchen to find my handsome husband coming in through the door. Oh, boy.
He looked great. He had obviously showered, shaved, and gotten a haircut. He looked like my Joe again. Confident, sexy and handsome. "Wow, you look great. Did you do all that for me?" I asked.
"Yeah, and also because all that hair itches. I was starting to worry I was getting fleas!" He grinned and took off a black leather jacket. I noticed that all of the clothes he had been wearing when I picked him up were just a fraction too large, giving him the appearance of someone who had lost weight, but now I could see he was in perfect condition, and I mean everywhere. He crossed the room in two steps and hugged me to him. I wanted to bask in his warmth, his scent and his masculinity. He'd stolen a quick kiss after I'd handcuffed him at his and Terri's apartment, but I was ready for a real kiss. We hadn't really spoken at all on the way to the PD, I guess it was just nerves, so this was really our first time to get to be together today.
I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Feeling his chest swell with a deep inhale, our tongues danced together in a fast erotic frenzy. Eventually, we both intentionally slowed our breathing and relaxed into a warm bath of love in each others' mouths.
"I'm happy to see you," I purred.
"You look wonderful. You smell great. I missed you." He said, resting his cheek on the top of my head. "Stand back, and let me look at you." At first it felt like the kind of look your Aunt would give you when she saw you once a year at Christmas and wanted to see how much you'd grown. However, Joe's look was far from anything any Aunt had ever given me. He held me back at arms length and looked at me from basically my shoulders to my crotch. He twirled me around and I knew he was assessing both the baby and the breasts. He seemed happy with what he saw, because, then he hooked his index finger in my neckline and stepped forward to take a peek down my shirt. This was a Morelli move from way back. He was smiling that smart-ass grin and looking at me like the cat that was ready to eat the canary. I noticed he was wearing his wedding ring on his finger again and it warmed me all the way through to see it. Joe never forgets the details. Except for maybe asking me to marry him. Stephanie, I said to myself, that was a long time ago and a galaxy far, far away. Forget about it.
"Let me get my gear out of the car and set up a couple of things and then I'm all yours." He said, sort of in a rush, it seemed.
I pouted, "I thought you were all mine already."
"Smart ass," he said as he popped me on the butt and started back outside to the garage. Turning back to me, he added, "And I must say, your ass is feeling very smart. Not mad at me for making you go to the gym?" He was sort of caressing my butt cheeks in both of his hands. He kissed me again and just when I thought I'd made him forget about the garage, he turned on his heel and went back on outside. He returned a moment later with a duffel bag, and a laptop computer case. He kicked the garage door shut with his foot and carried the stuff to the dining table.
He was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans. They both fit him great and I could see the tight muscles in his arms while he was carrying the bags. He sat them down on the floor by the dining room table and went to work setting up the laptop. Every time he bent down to get the computer, to plug something in, or to get something else from the bag, I was treated to his shirt stretching tight across his back. His muscles rippled pleasantly, just calling for me to touch him and feel them for myself. He was now sitting down at the table and getting everything turned on, including me. I walked over and put my hand on the back of his neck. He smiled up and me and pulled out the chair next to him and said, "Sit down and talk to me while I'm doing this. How's Bob? I miss the little guy. Of course, not as much as I miss you, but still…"
"He's great. He's now a world traveler." I went on to tell Joe about Bob's big adventure and how he had been gone almost the entire time Joe had.
"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry that happened to you." He stopped what he was doing to look at me. I could see real concern shining from his eyes to mine. That's so sweet. "I'm sure it really tore you up that we were both gone. I know you had to be worried about him." He hugged me to him again and kissed me on the temple. The computer beeped, so he turned his attention back to it. He looked like he was logging in to some network or something.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, I am monitoring the network traffic coming from the Takata family." He was squinting to read some characters that were flashing on the screen. "You know they hired Terri to be their PR person. So, she got us into the network. I worked with a couple of Feds to get us tapped into their network administration area. However, the organization isn't technically sophisticated at all," He chuckled, "and just after we hacked in, they actually gave Terri the responsibility to be their network administrator – they just handed it to us. Basically, that just means, in their case, anyway, that she just adds people to the system and unlocks their passwords and stuff like that. There's a lot more to being a network administrator than that if you are a real one, but for this organization, if they have any real technical issues, they call in a contractor, and now that Terri is the contact, we've put an insider on the hook to be that technician."
"I didn't know you knew much about computers," you learn something new every day about this guy.
"Well, I've learned a lot about them since we've been here. Not like there's a lot else going on. I'm just Terri's drugged out boy-toy as far as they're concerned. They keep sending me samples of their wares. We're just holding on to them as evidence. Of course Terri's been known to partake a bit herself – I did too, a long time ago, but she still does occasionally, I think. Anyway, back on the subject, we think they are doing something fishy," he laughed, "well, I guess we KNOW they're doing something fishy, but we just aren't sure what. It seems like their network traffic has been increasing so much in the past couple of weeks, there has to be something new going on."
"Okay," he looked at me. He grabbed my hand and stood up. "Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving. Then we can come back here and get reacquainted."
I was trying not to let the disappointment show in my eyes. I was hungry, too, but I wanted to get reacquainted NOW.
I guess, from talking to my friends, that most women need to feel emotionally attached with their husband to want sex. I'm the opposite. I need to feel sexually attached to Joe before I can do much in the emotional department. Luckily, he and I are very compatible on this front. He can share emotions and feelings better than I can any day.
"Unless," he said, drawing me into a deep, deep kiss, and sliding his hands under my blouse up my bare back.
When he finally broke away, I cocked my head at him and said, "Well, I was sort of hoping…" I glanced down the hall toward the bedroom.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice husky, and his smile wolfish. He put one arm around my ribcage and another behind my knees and scooped me up.
He carried me down the hall to the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed. He stretched out next to me, caressing my body and kissing me all the while. He kicked his shoes off and reached down to pull my boots off of me. Joe loves to undress me. Usually I'm too impatient to let him, but I thought today I should practice as much restraint as possible – which wasn't much considering that pregnancy had revved up my already strong libido and I hadn't had sex in over two months! He stopped and turned on the CD player next to the bed, and some very sexy Kenny G music floated into the air. Details, details. That's Joe.
By the time he had removed my blouse and spent considerable time admiring and kissing my belly, I was starting to feel frantic to get on with the show. Steeling myself against my own growing desires, I leaned forward and pulled off his shirt. If I could just feel his skin against mine, I thought I would be sustained for a few minutes. Boy, was I wrong. I just wanted him more. However, he was of a single mind and that mind was bent on removing my new, larger bra that was accommodating my greatly enlarged breasts. He seemed very pleased with the new developments and looked at me with love in his eyes and asked, "Wow. Can we keep them?"
I giggled and hit him in the shoulder. He spent a few moments kissing underneath my breasts where the underwires had dimpled my skin. "God, your nipples are huge. They're…mmmm." Okay, I think Joe is a boob guy. That's okay, I like his butt. It is excellent. I guess everyone fancies something, but I am sort of worried that his favorite toys may not stand the test of time and motherhood. Well, we'll put that thought on the back burner. Right now, he seems very eager to explore his new playground.
He'd worked his way down and had discovered the incredibly sexy front panel that comes on every pair of maternity pants. This was probably new to Joe. I have never asked him point blank if he's ever been intimate with a pregnant woman, but I'm thinking 'no'. He seemed sort of perplexed at the fact that there was no zipper and he was married to a woman wearing an elastic adjustable waistband. I just reached down and snapped the jeans off quickly to avoid any further consternation. He took his jeans off as well as his socks.
He was wearing some really sexy little 'package' cuddling briefs. Ooh. I caught a glimpse of the back, it's a thong. I sort of like these. Unfortunately, I wasn't familiar with them. Where did he get these? Did Terri…? Okay, Stephanie, you have resolved to get over your insecurities. Yes, your husband did know that she had handcuffs in her underwear draw….ooh. Joe had found my own new undies with which he was also unfamiliar. He was nibbling and licking his way around the waistband. It was a maternity thong. Yes, they make them, and yes, I bought one in every color. I had an excellent view of my favorite ass in his own little sexy red thong. I was determined to rid us both of these inconvenient devices as soon as possible. I reached out and stroked him through the satiny finish. "Stephanie, don't touch. Not now." That seemed a bit harsh, and I took it as a challenge.
"Oh, yeah? Who says I can't touch? You are touching." I was leaning toward his crotch and he batted my hand away.
"I'm serious. It's been two fuckin' months. I'm about to explode here! Just leave me alone and it will be fine." He was awfully grouchy and demanding for a man who wanted sex.
Naturally, it pissed me off. "Excuse me? How long do you think it's been for me? You aren't the only one about to explode, but I'm not denying you access."
He stopped what he was doing, which had been to remove my panties, and gave me a look like I was clearly insane. "Uh, you know, you can go all night. Once I'm done, the show's over for a little while, at least. I'm just warning you that one more little stroke like that and you may have just rained on your own parade."
Well, unfortunately, I got tickled and started giggling at that comment. "Well, Rainman, you'd better get busy, because I'm going to have a baby in just 5 short months and at the rate you're moving, we could still be here."
He started to get mad, and then he decided to just get happy instead. He hooked both thumbs into his own little 'panties' and shot them across the room. I was literally dripping by this point. He came up next to me and kissed me with his soft, sensual lips. We usually tend to make love in the morning before he shaves or in the evening when he's got a pretty good 5 o'clock shadow going, but he'd just shaved a couple of hours or so ago. His face was smooth and I was really enjoying the feeling that I could kiss him all night without getting scratched. Don't get me wrong, I love the feel of his stubble, too, but this was just a different tactile feeling.
He was pushing his fingers into me and it felt like an exquisite preview of the main feature to come. His thumb was resting on my favorite spot but he hadn't moved it yet, darn it. He bent his head to my nipple. He was biting and tugging at it. I loved the feeling of his rough tongue and his teeth, but my nipples were more sensitive than usual due, I guess, to the pregnancy. I opened my mouth to ask him to ease up a little when the next nip he took set off the most amazingly delicious orgasm. It was like the pain and pleasure were intermingled in such an exquisite dance that I didn't know where one started and the other ended. He felt my body contracting, releasing and sucking at his fingers inside of me. I'm sure I made some characteristic sound so that he knew exactly what happened. When I opened my eyes and found those gorgeous pools of chocolate brown looking at me with love and amazement, he said. "Shit, you are just like something out of a wet dream!"
At this point, he was forced into action. He positioned himself over me, and entered my body gently. Too gently. I was waiting for him to press into me. I needed to feel him…everywhere. I put my arms around his chest and back and tried to pull him toward me. He seemed somehow resistant. I found his eyes and he was looking at me with love. I knew he had more to give me. I wanted to feel his weight on my body. I wanted him so close to me that I could feel his breath on my body, to be able to kiss him and taste his skin.
"Come on. Don't tease me. Make love to me, Joe." I wrapped my legs around his and thrust upwards and he didn't really respond like I wanted – like I needed. I finally scolded him, "What the hell are you doing? This is your specialty. Come on!" I was getting really impatient.
"Honey, I don't want to hurt you." He looked so…uncertain. I understood. When he left, I wasn't showing at all. Now I was, but still barely. He was scared he was going to hurt me or the baby. Okay I get it. He needs to know that I'm not a china doll and the baby really couldn't care less what was happening between us.
"Oh, that's sweet, really. Yeah. Well, you know, think about it this way, Joe. You've never hurt me before. You always manage to make me feel pretty damn good, you know? Remember just a few days before you left I told you that a woman's body was a pretty good incubator for a baby? It still is. Even when my tummy sticks way out to my knees, I promise, there will be room for you. We may have to be a little more creative on the position, but I'm still going to want to make love to you as much as ever." While I was giving him this pep talk, I was still sort of thrusting into him ineffectively, so I quit.
I decided the only way to convince him was to prove it, so I performed my very own patented technique. I slid both of my legs around him and grabbed his ankles with my feet and wrestled him for the top. It worked. He was laughing and smiling. I was in control and did a pretty good job as Captain Morelli steering the ship. I pushed down hard and deep and he groaned. As I established our rhythm, he understood that nothing between us had changed. If anything, it was enhanced, as evidenced by his fascination with my breasts. He was again sucking at them and muttering something about my nipples reminding him of bullets.
He lasted longer than I expected. He lasted longer, actually than I did. He survived me having 3 or 4 orgasms before finally exploding into me himself. And I do mean exploding. I'm usually too busy or too distracted, to feel him come, but I certainly did tonight. Superman doesn't have anything on my husband. Joe's magic – but I've said that before.
In the afterglow, I suggested that we just order pizza or something. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to just hang out at 'home' with Joe. I'd missed him and I wanted him to be here with just me. I knew that our days as a couple were waning away and I wanted some quality time with him by myself.
"Good idea, Cupcake. I've found an okay place. They aren't as good as Pino's but they'll have to do." He pulled on a pair of sweats from his duffel wandered down the hall to call in the order. He came back to snag a t-shirt and his shoes. "I'm gonna go grab some drinks. What do you want me to bring you?" He flopped down on the bed next to me. "There's a grocery store just around the corner. I can get whatever you want."
"I already told you. All I want is you." I kissed his eyelids while he rested his head on my shoulder.
"You got it, baby. Forever." He winked at me, got up and took off to the store.
Lucky me.
By the time Joe got back about 15 minutes later, I'd managed to toss on a sexy little pair of jammies that looked like something that Barbara Eden would have worn as preggo Jeannie on the TV series. The pink top was short and let my tummy peek out over the filmy fabric of the little pants, which gathered and tied at my ankles.
Joe ogled my body with admiration and lust. I liked that. It was exactly what I'd hoped for when I bought the outfit.
We turned on Game 4 of the World Series, and watched while we munched on pizza. Finally he asked, "How's everyone taken the news? Tell me who's pissed at me."
"Let's see," I began, "Your Grandma Bella had Dunphy convinced she had neutered you for a while with some burning herbs, but I think, based on tonight's performance I can vouch for your full recovery. Your brother Marc is a total ass and he's going to have to answer to me before it's all said and done and my sister and her dipwad attorney husband are going to have to be put to death if they don't quit pushing me to file for divorce. Other than that, I think everyone is fine."
"That's about what I expected." He was grinning at me. "Grandma Bella has a flair for the dramatic. Marc is just a total asshole and Valerie just loves you." He thought for a minute. "What about Tony? What does Tony think?"
Hmmmm. How do I answer this? "Well…." I paused, my eyebrows forming a question mark over my head. "Um…."
Joe sat up strait as a board. "Did that craphead make a pass at you?" He was looking straight at me with fire blazing in his eyes.
Uh oh. "I'm not sure. I didn't really hang around long enough to find out. It was right after you left. I don't really think he meant anything by it, but I was kind of uncomfortable. Really, don't get all worked up about it. I really don't even know if he meant anything by it. He just sort of stood close to me and he touched my tummy – It just sort of creeped me out. I don't want to start a family feud if he didn't mean anything by it." I was just babbling at this point. Joe was on his feet.
"Fuck! He is such a dickhead. I can't believe he would do that again! This is so……ugh!" He obviously was so frustrated he couldn't verbalize his feelings. He went straight for my cell phone. I knew he was calling Tony.
"No, Joe. Let's not do this tonight. Like I said, I'm not even sure if he did anything wrong. I was tired. I've been around him several times since then and he hasn't done anything." I took the cell phone away from him and terminated the call. "Um, did you say again? What do you mean, AGAIN?"
He looked so disgusted. "Tony is such a pervert. He loves pregnant women. You know how some women just can't stay away from married men, for some reason? That wedding ring just draws them in? Tony is that way about pregnancies. Marc and Barbara have four kids. Tony has hit on her every damn time she was pregnant. She even took him up on it once. It was so sick. I really thought he'd leave you alone. Number one, because he should be afraid you'd kick his ass. Number two, because he should know I would. DAMN!" He kicked his laptop bag. It was empty and it just thunked ineffectively against the wall.
"Joe, you have got to calm down. I really didn't know what to think that night. You should have warned me. I could have been ready and I would have known to knee him in the crotch or something. As it was, I didn't know what the heck was going on. Like I said, it's over. No harm, no foul. If he ever touches me again, I'll be sure to let you know and you can kill the sonofabitch. If not, fine." One big happy family, although I will be a bit more wary of Mr. Tony Morelli from now on.
Totally changing the subject, I said, "Hey, I have a couple of questions for you. If, hypothetically, you had some body damage to your car, where would you take it to get fixed?"
"Hypothetically?" He asked, sitting back down and smiling in my direction. "Well, I guess, hypothetically, I would take it to Murphy's Body Shop on Klein. Why do you ask, Sweetheart?"
I smiled back, "Well, I have a friend, you see, who is a real dope and she ran into her husband's truck with her car the day he ran away with another woman to start an undercover operation in another city."
Still smiling Joe said, "This friend, will she trade sexual favors to keep this accident a secret from her husband?"
"Probably," I responded with a gleam in my eye. I slid across the sofa and straddled Joe's lap. I gave him a big sloppy kiss and felt very clever about the way I handled this situation. "Are you ready for the next question?" I could feel some hopeful twitching beneath Joe's sweatpants, so I was trying to continue the flirting as long as possible.
"Sure. Shoot." He said, grinning.
"Oh, no, Officer Morelli." I shook a finger in his face, "Shooting is your job. I'll just stick with asking questions. Okay?" Joe didn't say anything, obviously enjoying my undivided attention. He was looking at me with adoring eyes and smiling.
"Okay, I got this bill in the mail…or rather you got this bill in the mail and it is for a storage locker in Baltimore, Maryland," Omigod! Joe is actually embarrassed. I didn't think it was possible. He is blushing. He has his hands over his face. He is embarrassed.
"Crap. I meant to do something about that. I promise I will just as soon as I get off this assignment, okay?" He still has his hands over his face. He's sort of peeking at me between his fingers. I am obviously going to have to dig to get to the bottom of this mystery.
"You don't have to do anything about it, Sweetie, I just want to know what it's all about," I said very innocently.
He pulled his hands down and put them on my hips. He had a silly grimace on his face and I could tell he really wanted to change the subject. He blew out a long sigh. "Okay, just because you'll freak out if I don't tell you. Well, Cupcake, you know I'm not really a sentimental guy, right?"
"Right," I said, with a little wiggle of my hips just to keep him focused.
"Aw, shit. Well, remember I said that when I got out of the Navy I just bought an old car and drove it until it basically fell apart?" He had his eyes closed again and his head tossed back across the back of the sofa. He was acting so silly about this.
"Yes, I remember," wiggle.
"It was my Dad's car. It is a 1970 Challenger. Dad drove it until he died and then Marc got it and then Tony bought it from him and then I bought it from Tony. I don't know why it means so damn much to me and I'm just really embarrassed about it. I promise I'll get rid of it. I've meant to for years. I just haven't done it. I'm sorry." Huh? He's sorry?
"Joe, why are you apologizing to me? I don't care if you want to keep a hooker in that locker as long as I know about it and the last time you accessed it was 2001. You can keep it as long as you want." How silly is this? He's embarrassed about keeping an old car that he's sentimental about.
"Oh, I always thought I'd fix it up someday and it would be really cool. That's never going to happen. I know that. It's silly for me to spend $500 bucks a year to keep a 36 year old car carcass in a storage locker in Maryland."
"Oh, I get it. 1970. That's the year you were born. How sweet." I leaned forward and kissed him. My muscle guy has an old muscle car that he loves. "I don't want you to get rid of that. That's really nice. I think you should keep it." I had stopped wiggling because this really silly subject seemed really important to Joe.
"Honey, in 18 years, that $500 a year could really help put Muffin through college. It's a silly way to spend money and I know it. I'll take care of it." He was trying to come to terms with it. I knew the subject wasn't closed so I'll just drop it for now.
I figured we'd covered all the big bases we needed to for one night, so I was ready to get this big boy back into the bedroom down the hall.
I interlaced the fingers of my right hand with his left and his left hand with my right so that we could face each other and then I carefully hopped down off his lap. I pulled him off of the sofa and walked backward, beckoning him to follow me down the hall to the bedroom. I pulled him down on top of me and we wiggled up onto the bed together. We had a wonderful session of hands-free sex. The entire time, our fingers stayed interlaced, with our hands above our heads for the most part. It's amazing what you can do with toes, teeth and a lot of determination.
We slept intertwined like an intimate pretzel. I hadn't slept so well in over two months.