Hindsight Sucks Big Time - 2. The New Relationship Gets Complicated

Scott's alarm went off way too early for his liking the next morning, but 6:15 was his normal waking time. He slammed his hand on the alarm clock to silence it, mumbling "Shut the fuck up," at it. He rolled onto his back and encountered an obstacle. He looked to his left and remembered.

'Oh shit. It wasn't a dream.'

The remnants of the lube in and on his ass were a second reminder.

"Jer... Time to wake up."

"Come on, dad,” came a muffled yawn. “Five more minutes."

Scott smiled. Jeremiah was apparently not an early riser.

"Fine. You have until I get out of the shower. You're not sitting up; I'll drip water all over you."

Jeremiah mumbled, "Deal,” as he buried his head beneath a pillow.

Scott laughed and got out of bed. He looked down at his flaccid penis, 'Been a long time since you've cum three times in one night, huh, buddy?' He moved toward the bathroom, taking another look behind him. Other than the young man’s attempt to block his entire head from the light, the rest of his golden body was in blatant display.

"Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?"

"Mmmmmf."

Scott went into the bathroom, smiling, brushed his teeth, turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature until it was just on the warmer side of tepid. He then got in. He was out in three minutes. His time in the Marines still had some impact. He opened the bathroom door, still naked and wet, and looked toward the bed. Jeremiah was sitting up and rubbing one of his eyes, his bedhead sticking out everywhere like he’d been electrocuted.

"You get a pass on being splashed."

"Not into water sports?" Jeremiah teased with a grin.

"Splashing water on my bed would be OK. But no way in hell I'm pissing on my own sheets."

“Oh?” Jeremiah raised a thick brow. "Never went to bed shitfaced after partying like a rock star?"

"Guilty as charged. Let's get moving; we'll stop by Dunkin' for coffee and a bagel, or whatever you'd like. I need some extra time if I'm driving you home. And comb that fucking hair."

Jeremiah glanced at the mirror on Scott’s dresser, “Why? I like it like this.”

Smiling and shaking his head, Scott went to the laundry room to retrieve Jeremiah's clothes. He couldn't resist sniffing his shirt. He did, however, pass on sniffing the underwear. Back in the bedroom, he tossed the clothes at Jeremiah and went to his dresser for clean underwear and socks.

He turned toward his closet.

"Oh, fuck."

"What?" Jeremiah asked immediately.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I just remembered I have a meeting with, um, the client, today. Suit and tie day."

Scott dressed in silence, glancing at Jeremiah quite a few times before his naughty bits were covered. He felt an erection coming on and quickly turned away to finish dressing. 'As much as I'd love to, no time for that now.'

He handed a toothbrush to Jeremiah, "Here you go, Jeremiah."

"Jerry's cool. I feel like a hick when someone calls me Jeremiah."

"You live in Iowa. You ARE a hick."

Jerry chuckled, "Yeah, doesn't mean I have to feel like one."

"I'll grant you that. You sure as shit don't look like one."

The rain had stopped, but it was still overcast. Scott stopped in the kitchen to grab the extra house key he kept hanging on a hook. They walked to Scott's car and got in. Jerry shared his address; Scott shared his cell phone number. His public one, anyway.

He had two, one of which was only known to the current client, his partner, and staff. Private security wasn't a very accurate description of his job. Well, accurate but incomplete. He and Oisin Lynch, his partner in the "security" business, provided security to some of the richest people in the Sioux City area.

Not all that wealth had come from perfectly legal means for one of their clients. He and Oisin handled that client themselves when the need arose. Fortunately, most of their staff acted as bodyguards for law-abiding individuals. He and Oisin recruited that staff primarily from their old marine regiments. Scott left his SIG Sauer P320 in its gun safe in his car, not wanting to bring it in with Jerry present.

After he dropped Jerry off at his parents' house, a modest home in North Sioux City, Scott retrieved his holster and gun from the car safe. He then headed to his office in the center of Sioux City.

Scott checked with their office manager and headed to Sioux Gateway Airport, where he'd be picking up a gentleman that his client was meeting. Oisin would be working a couple of extra hours this morning and would be with the client at his office, which was near the airport.

His passenger was arriving from Chicago Midway Airport in an Embraer EMB-500 Phenom 100. Scott watched it arrive from the Pershing Street lot adjacent to the terminal and walked into the terminal to greet his guests. Francisco Greco apparently had a bodyguard of his own accompanying him.

"Mr. Greco?"

"Yes."

"Good morning. Scott O'Conner, O and L Security. I'll be taking you and your companion to see Mr. Rizzo. If you'll follow me."

The three of them got into Scott's car, the Chicagoans taking the back seat.

"We'll be at Mr. Rizzo's office within ten minutes. Shall I have his staff prepare anything for you? Breakfast, coffee?"

"Just coffee will be sufficient," Greco stated.

"Very good, sir. That will already be there."

Scott relieved Oisin, who went home after a quiet, but long, night. He and Greco's companion, who hadn't introduced himself, waited outside the small conference room where the two principals met. He gave the guy a quick scan.

The bodyguard was around his height, but leaner than the average guard. Scott imagined the compact muscles beneath that suit were more geared towards martial arts than handling weaponry. But he knew better than to go by mere appearances.

Two quiet hours later, Rizzo and Greco exited the conference room and shook hands.

"Scott, if you were to be so kind as to return Mr. Greco and his son back to the airport. We'll have an errand or two to run afterward, so I shall wait here."

"Not a problem. Mister Greco, if you'll follow me again?"

The elder Mr. Greco nodded and started walking. Scott took them back to the airport and returned to chauffeur Rizzo around on his errands.

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Later, when Scott arrived back home, the last thing he expected to see was Jerry standing there with a young auburn-haired woman on his arm.

"Hi, Scott.” The expression on Jerry’s face was a mixture of hope and desperation. “This is my girlfriend, Alina Hall."

Alina had her hazel eyes locked onto the handsome older man, sending him her friendliest smile. “Great to meet you,” she said, shaking Scott’s hand as if she were greeting a celebrity.

Scott hid his shock well, "Hello, Alina,” he responded as they shook hands. He’d seen those hazel eyes before, but on someone else’s face. “You wouldn't happen to be related to Cameron Hall, would you?"

"Yes. He's my father."

"Awkward.”

"Why's that, Scott?" Jeremiah asked.

Scott let out a sigh, moving the hand he just shook Alina with to his hip as he raked his hair with his other hand. "Because Cameron Hall just happens to be my ex-wife's husband, Jerry."

"Oh.” Jeremiah’s eyes were round. “Small world."

"Yeah.” Scott stated.

The three of them glanced at different segments of the sidewalk as if hunting for loose change. Alina rubbed one of her arms in nervousness until Scott spoke once more.

After they’d entered the house, Scott queried, “Anyway, have the two of you eaten?"

"We grabbed something before coming back here, yeah." Jeremiah provided.

"OK, then, if you'll excuse me, I'll throw something together for myself. Continue to make yourselves at home."

Scott wasn't quite out of earshot when he heard Alina exclaim, "THAT'S the guy you spent the night with?"

Scott kept walking into the kitchen, not really wanting to hear what came next, but also dying to. He stopped just inside the archway and listened.

"Oh, my stepmom’s going to love hearing this."

"You don't have to tell her, you know."

"I don’t. But I'm still going to relish doing it."

"She's going to hate me even more than she does now."

"Oh, come on, Jerry,” Alina insisted. “She knows you're bi, and like me, doesn't care as long as you're careful. I know pegging doesn’t quite cut it, so I don’t mind. But you fucking her ex?” She paused, the excitement vibrating in her voice. “Oh man, she is going to freaking explode."

"As long as you don't."

"Of course not,” Alina dismissed. “Shit, if you stay here long enough, we can do it whenever we want. And, if I'm lucky, you'll let me watch the two of you. Telling Laura I watched you fuck him into the mattress would be the highlight of my week."

"I'm glad… I think."

"Come to think of it,” Alina spoke in a whisper that, due to her exhilaration, was still just as loud as her speaking voice. “You gonna let me record the two of you, Jer?"

"Not a fucking chance. I'm not even sure I want to let you watch."

"Tch. What a shame,” Alina drawled. “You’d lose your rich girlfriend over something as trivial as that?"

"You'd leave me for not letting you watch?"

"I’m already not participating, so if I can’t even get to watch, hell yeah, I might,” She responded. “Plan on fucking him tonight?"

"We hadn't really thought that far ahead."

"So that's a yes. You'd better be able to convince him."

"Really, Alina?"

"Really. Laura is still pissed off at him for cheating on her with another guy. Watching him getting taken in the ass, even on video, her head will literally explode."

"You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

"Absolutely. She's already started to piss away my inheritance, but she can't do that if seeing you two bumping and grinding kills her."

"I'm not sure I like this idea."

"Lighten up,” Alina insisted. “She'll probably just watch the vid and get so horny she'll fuck my dad to death."

"And that's better???!!!!"

“Alright, alright. I’m just messing,” Alina said as the sound of pants being unzipped followed her statement. “Hey, what do you think about us fucking on his couch when he comes back out?"

"Wanna feel how wet I am?" She then asked in a husky voice.

"Hmm,” she added. “Your trouser monster likes the idea, I see."

Scott didn’t hear Jerry’s response, but the noises he heard of them shuffling about on the couch were information enough. He was conflicted. He knew if he went out to watch them, he'd pretty much be forced into letting Alina watch him with Jerry. But when his mind's eye pictured Jerry's tight ass pistoning up and down as he drove himself into her, his defenses melted.

He walked back toward the living room, his dinner completely forgotten. Watching Jerry's ass from that angle was even more exciting than he had envisioned, so much so that he dropped his pants and underwear and started stroking himself right there in the doorway.

"Fuck it!"

He walked further in, stopping where he knew Alina and Jerry could see him. He wasn't quite as large as Jerry, peaking at just under seven inches, but he was wide. Six foot one, two hundred and fifteen pounds of Marine-built muscle; he was proud of his body. His blond pubic hair was always a hit with his lovers.

Alina looked toward Scott and gasped, arching her back and lifting one of her fingers between her teeth in a sultry bite. Jerry apparently thought he had done something good: "You like that baby?"

"Uh huuuh! Bring it over here, you chiseled hunk of man."

"What?" Jeremiah asked, confused. He finally glanced where Alina was looking, "Scott! Um..."

"Shut up and keep fucking her."

Scott moved in closer, placing his dick right in front of Jerry's face. But Alina beat him to the punch, reaching out for Scott's dick and pulling it toward her mouth for a taste. Jerry focused on fucking her but spared enough concentration to start licking Scott's balls. Alina's mouth was hot. Scott was ironbound almost instantly.

"You should do Jerry while he's doing me," Alina suggested as she shifted her legs to allow Scott more access to Jerry.

"I gotta get..."

"Screw it, Scott,” Jeremiah hissed with a thrust into Alina’s heat with such force that it caused her breasts to jiggle. The fire in his eyes, however, was trained on Scott. “Fuck me raw."

Scott got his second impossible-to-turn-down offer in as many days. He climbed on top of Jerry, who paused pumping Alina for the moment, "Just shove it in."

Scott was beyond caution by now and shoved himself into Jerry's ass, causing him to scream out in ecstasy. The three of them got into a rhythm, Jerry pushing into Alina while Scott held still, then Scott pushing into Jerry when he pulled away. It didn't take long before Scott was diving deep into Jerry. Jerry came an instant later, causing Alina to cry out with her own orgasm.