Quaranteam Ch. 45

Eve nodded. "He gets that's part of the deal, and he'll be willing to provide as much as is needed. I think mostly him and Andrei will just be happy not to have to pretend to be straight any more. When I told them we were fleeing to a place near San Francisco, they were both thrilled by that."

"How did you even get over here?" Andy asked, not entirely sure Eve would answer him.

"Andrei was a soldier over there, so he was able to sneak us out under cover of darkness and get us to an airfield, where we took off in a relatively small plane which Andrei piloted. We flew low and west out of Moscow to Latvia, where we smuggled onto a boat in Riga. There are plenty of human traffickers ferrying people out of that area to escape DuoHalo, among other things, and so I paid them with all the jewelry I'd brought with me in order to secure passage for the three of us."

"The smugglers," Niko said. "Were they Russian?"

Eve shook her head. "Icelandic. Apparently they'd been doing this with political refugees before the pandemic. They got us to upstate New York, where I reached out to Dr. Marcos, and he had us smuggled across country on board one of the cross-country transport planes, pretending to be just like any other pick up and drop offs until we arrived at Oakland airport, and the two women guarding us squirreled us away in the middle of the night and brought us here." Eve seemed exhausted, and hearing her story, Andy could understand why. She was jet lagged on top of fighting the very intense biological urge to get fucked. "I even brought a sweetener for the deal, just in case all of this wasn't enough. I have a copy of most of my ex-husband's research done while he was in the custody of the Russians up until I left, all on a thumb drive that I will provide once I've been reassigned to Mr. Watkins."

"You've been sitting on that since you got here?" Lexi asked, annoyance in her voice.

"And you've been keeping Mr. Watkins from me and haven't had me reassigned since I got here, so I think that makes us even, wouldn't you say?" Eve didn't sound bitter about it; simply resigned to the cost of doing business. "Once I'm imprinting again, Sergei has instructions to give you the USB stick. I won't make you wait until I wake up from the process, especially since the second imprinting takes significantly longer than the first one does."

"How long does a reimprinting take?" Andy asked, more for his own curiosity than anything.

"About twenty-four hours," Eve said, "although it can vary about six hours in either direction. Unless of course the serum is doing physical restorations, in which case it can run almost two days."

"You know about that?"

Eve smiled with a look that had both kindness and sympathy mixed into it. "My boy, I imagine you come from a fairly sizable house at this point, considering you have not one but two women dedicated to your personal security, but I can assure you, I have seen more women being imprinted than you can possibly imagine. For the last several months, I have been living an utter nightmare. Now that I'm here, once I'm reassigned, I will happily aide in studying the imprinting process, developing formulas for managing the side effects and provide as much military intel as I can about the state of the Russian military and government right now, based on what I saw in my time over there. They're very much not in a good way, if that's at all relevant."

"Any information we can get about how other countries are managing, we'll take," Niko told her. "With so many global leaders dead or dying to DuoHalo, communication lines have gone through some relatively major breakdowns. I don't know what's going on in Washington, but I know it isn't quite as bad as it is in a bunch of other countries."

"My dear, you have no idea how bad it is out there for some of the countries, and completely unaffected others are," Eve said, looking away for a moment. "Can whatever else we have to discuss wait until after I'm reimprinted? I'm afraid Mr. Rook's presence here is starting to get to be a rather sizable distraction, and I'm concerned I might slip my focus accidentally."

"Don't Andrei and Sergei cause the same problems?"

"They..." Eve said, starting before stopping. A moment later she started again. "When a woman's closer to her breaking point, her senses are elevated. Andrei and Sergei aren't bonded to any women, so... for lack of a better way of explaining it, they smell differently. I can tell they aren't someone I can safely pair with."

"Couldn't you safely pair with Andrei, even if he is paired with Sergei?" Andy asked, trying to get a handle on it.

"Yes yes, which is why Andrei is staying on the other side of the house from me, and Sergei is staying in between us at all times," Eve said. "Andrei also has a slightly different scent to him, a pheromone letting me know he's not interested in women. Most women can only detect that kind of thing in their most desperate throes of need, but I'm a little more perceptive than most. Mr. Rook doesn't have that scent about him." She sniffed the air, a slightly coy smile on her face. "In fact, he's got quite the number of partners, including both of you, doesn't he?"

Lexi frowned. "Okay, so that's a little creepy."

"It's simple biology and chemistry, my dear," Eve said to her. "And congratulations to you, Niko. It isn't far along, but you're going to have a very healthy child. Anyway, please take your man from my presence, and I will see you all in a few hours, yes?"

"Alright," Andy told her, glancing at his watch. "It's nearly 1 AM, but I'll try and get Nathaniel over here around 10 or 11. We're at the mercy of his schedule, but I think he'll be pretty open to it. It'll settle our ledger, and I get the impression he doesn't like being in debt to anyone."

"Thank you again, Mister Rook," Eve said to him. "For your honesty and candor above all else. I know that all of this can seem rather maddening, but being straightforward and direct with me has given me nothing but faith in taking you at your word. I would shake your hand again," she said with a weak smile, "but I'm afraid if I did that, I would not let it go. You know the way out. Forgive me for not walking you there."

Andy, Lexi and Niko made their way back to the door and out of the house, getting back into the Tesla immediately, heading back home.

"Jesus, the shit luck that poor woman has had," Andy muttered.

"Some of it was of her own making, Andy," Niko told him. "But yeah, I can tell she's very much had a shitty go of it for the past few years."

On the way back to the house, Andy texted Nathaniel, asking if a 10 AM meet up would be acceptable, and was pleased to see the man shot him back a text that said, "Whatever you need. See you then, my friend." Andy wasn't sure that he and Nathaniel were really friends, but it was nice to see himself described as such.

The trip back home was uneventful, and once home, Niko immediately went to refrigerate the blood sample and Lexi headed back to her room to get some sleep, knowing they would have a long day tomorrow. Andy, however, just wasn't ready crash yet.

He headed to the main living room and was pleased to find Aisling sitting on the couch, watching one of the Ballerina Badass movies, although she had the volume set low so that the bass rumbling wouldn't risk accidentally waking someone sleeping. "Jaysis, Andy," she said, seeing him walk into the room. "Who spit in your Guinness?"

She held her arms up invitingly to him and he kicked off his shoes, crawled up onto the couch and slid into her grasp, letting her fold those arms around him as he sighed. "I've been good to you, to all the girls, right Ash?"

"Fer feck's sake, Andy, where's all this coming from?"

"I think Gregor's being held hostage by the Russian secret police, and I met Eve McCallister, the soon-to-be ex-wife of the man who rewrote the world," he said, nuzzling in against her as she smoothed one of her hands against the back of his shaved scalp.

For the next few minutes, he relayed all of what had happened over the last few hours to her - the message from Gregor, the strangeness at the man's front gate, his conversation with Phil and Linda, and, most importantly, meeting Eve McCallister.

"You are absolutely nothing like that monster, Andy," she told him. "It sounds like he never gave a thought as to what his wife may have wanted, and you are going the opposite direction. You have twenty women you're taking care of, Andy, and you make a point to spend at least ten minutes a day with each of them, as close t' one on one as you can get. Nobody asked you to do that. Nobody said you had'ta do that. But you do. If I thought any o'the women in this house felt even a tenth of the way about you that it's clear this Eve does about her ex, we'd have started talking about it long, long ago."

Andy could feel himself starting to tear up a little, and so he wiped his eyes and shifted so he could look up at Aisling with adoration. "How the fuck did I get so lucky to have a woman like you enter my life?"

Aisling smiled, blushing a little bit. "Dunno, but I'm jus' as lucky to have you, hon. Ye could've been a right git, the kind of man just like Adam McCallister, or that asshole who Eric's girl Jenny had to run away from. Or worse still, I could've gotten saddled with some truly awful shite like Covington," she said, her fingertips gently caressing his skin. "But we both lucked out, and got lucky together."

He kissed her, not one of intense passion, but of the most deeply held love he'd ever felt in his life. He loved all of his fiancés, naturally, but the bond between him and Aisling had been given the most time to take root, and he couldn't imagine his life without her. "You tired, or can I convince you to stay up a bit longer?"

"Mmm... I was watching our girl Sarah kick the shit out of some French spies," she teased. "You think you have something better than that?"

"I certainly hope so..."

"Does it involve fucking me so good I need you to carry me up to the inevitable shower we're going to need afterwards?"

"I think it might," he said, kissing at her neck tenderly.

"Then I think you can convince me to stay up a bit longer."

They folded together slowly, tenderly, taking turns to kiss the exposed flesh each time one of them peeled a few layers off, in between locking lips and gazing into each others eyes. They knew each others sensitive spots best and knew exactly how to get the other wound up without making them go off too quickly.

Aisling refused to be rushed, but also refused to let him not do his own fair share of work. His hand was between her thighs, stroking against her pussy, long before her fingertips had even pulled his pants off. In fact, she had to mash her mouth against his when her first orgasm seemed to take her by surprise, as if Andy had tapped into some previously undiscovered pocket of delight. When their lips parted, she was laughing, breathless and dazed, her eyes struggling to focus for a moment. "Shite, didn't see tha' comin'."

"You want me to stop?"

"Nae, I want you inside me, Andy," she whispered softly at him, undoing his pants. She was laid down on her back on the couch, with him in between her thighs, and she did her best to push his jeans and boxers downward, but couldn't get them much further down than midthigh. "I'm a greedy little girl tonight, but I want to feel you again, so you feel my love all around you... I love you, Andy Rook."

"And I love you Aisling Blake."

She shook her head. "It'll be true soon enough, so I wanna hear you call me it."

"It?" Andy said with a chuckle.

"Y'know what I mean, ye daft bastard..." she giggled.

"Okay then," he said, pausing just a moment before looking into her eyes deeply. "I love you..." he started, as he lined up his cock and pushed it inside of her twat on the last two words. "Aisling Rook."

She moaned, her eyes almost crossing for a moment before she looked up at him and nodded quickly. "Do it, love. Fuck me. Love me. I love you, I love you so fuckin' much. I'm gonna be your wife, the mother of your children, an' I'm gonna be with you until one of us kicks it."

His hips had started thrusting, the massive amount of clothing they'd refused to take off slowing them down a bit, but it somehow made all the sensations more intense, made the connection more personal, and they kissed again and again, confessing their love for one another endlessly as he fucked into her, and her thighs clung to keep him from pulling too far away.

The tempo started slow, like a waltz, but rapidly picked up pace, until they were colliding into one another like a drum roll, a constant rat-a-tat motion of his hips into hers, her cunt clamping around his cock in the same rushing rhythm until he came and it sent her right back to the walls of orgasm a second time, their moans fusing together within their joined mouths that had formed one single cavern of adoration.

He'd come harder over the last several months, but he'd never once felt as satisfied.

Andy looked down at Aisling's face, and she had a warm expression of affection on it. "I love you, Aisling Rook."

"An' I love th' shite outta you, Andy Rook," she said, kissing him kindly. "An' I'm comin' with ya tomorrow when you take Nathaniel over to meet Eve."

"You sure, Ash?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she confirmed. "Gotta make sure she stays the fuck away from my man. Now let's get a shower and get to bed."

"It's a good thing we're rich now," Andy joked as he moved to stand up, pulling up his jeans and boxers before helping Ash to her feet.

"Why's that?" she said, turning off the television.

"I have to take like five showers a day, so our water bill must be through the roof."

Andy nearly had to slap his hand over Ash's mouth, she started giggling so loudly.