The Gray Man Ch. 28 - Rubicon

The twilight settled over Alexandria as Gray's SUV pulled up to the house. He had been in constant communication with Pierce and Barnett the entire flight home. He was tired, bone weary, soul crushing exhausted. He was nervous as he walked to the front door. The shadows from the setting sun echoed his mood. "Golden Hour, my ass," he muttered.

Gray's footsteps echoed on the cobblestone steps as he approached the home he and Gretchen rented. A rental that was all thanks to Gretchen. Before he could push the numbers into the lock the door opened. A young Marine Lance Corporal opened the door, "Sir," was her simple greeting.

Angela stepped into the entry, followed by Isabella. TJ was a bit surprised to see his teams Psych and Profiler at the house. Angie smiled, "Welcome Home, soldier." her voice, soft and inviting.

Gray looked from Angela to Isabella and nodded, "Mendez."

Isabella's brown eyes tried to assure him that things were okay, "Evening, Boss."

TJ turned his attention towards Angela, "Hey Ang, safe for me to be here?" Gray cocked his head, his gaze searching her face for any signs of tension. Her green eyes, usually so vibrant, now held a depth of understanding that caught him off guard.

Angie nodded, "Yeah, it's safe."

Isabella added, "Gretchen is okay. We've talked a lot. Honestly, she will be fine. She just needs time."

The three walked into the living room where Gretchen sat with a glass of wine. Her strawberry blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. The tension in the room was palpable, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

Gray cleared his throat, "Mei Li is in custody. That's both of the people who hurt you, they can't hurt anyone again."

Angela's lips tightened, and she met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and that same understanding. "You've done what needed to be done, TJ."

Gretchen's glare was sharper than a blade. "Your duty, huh? Is that what you call it? Let me guess, you fucked her."

Gray ignored the barb as he took a step forward, his hands open in a gesture of peace. "I know you blame me for what happened to both of you. For not being there when you needed me."

"Blame is too simple a word for it," Gretchen's voice was laced with hurt. "I trusted you, I trusted him. You brought him into my world, TJ." Her emphasis on HIM cut through the air like shards of glass.

Angela's expression remained steady, her gaze unwavering. She wanted to protect TJ, but at the same time did not want to send Gretchen back into her darkness. "We've all faced our demons., TJ, your sacrifice wasn't lost on any of us."

Gretchen's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Sacrifice? He has no idea what we went through."

Gray's shoulders sagged, the weight of the years pressing down on him. "So, we are going to pretend I'm not even in the room. Fine, you know Gretchen, you are right. I have no idea what you've gone through. I'm sorry that I am not the all knowing, be everywhere at once hero that shows up in Marvel movies. I get it, I'm not a fucking superhero. Actually, I suck at this hero shit. I know. And I'm sorry."

Gretchen's gaze flickered from him to Angela, a momentary struggle evident in her eyes. Her arms tightened around herself, a small crack forming in her emotional armor.

Angela motioned for TJ to follow her into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, the Marine hopped up on the counter, opened her knees and her arms, "Come here," she pleaded.

TJ moved to Angela's open arms, as she wrapped him in a deep hug. TJ cried as she held him and comforted him. After a few minutes she took a deep breath, "I need you to hear me. I know this timing sucks but I need to go home for a month or so. I am NOT leaving you. The General has given me leave. Virginia is wonderful, being with you is wonderful, but I need to go to California. I need to see mom and dad, play with the nieces and nephews. I need some time to walk the beach and sort through a lot of shit."

Her words made perfect sense to Gray, but still hit him like a kick to the balls. He was hopeful that she would once again be "Den Mother", the rock solid constant in their days on Team. TJ put his hand behind her head as he touched his forehead to hers. "I know. Do what you need to do, I'm not going anywhere."

The First Sergeant laughed, "Bullshit. Your heart may not go anywhere but you will be everywhere." She reached down and rubbed his cock through his slacks, "This will be everywhere."

Angela gave him a little push, TJ stepped back as she slipped off of the kitchen counter. Her hand never left his chest as she backed him to the wall and slid to her knees. She bit her lip and smiled as her hands unfastened his belt and slid his pants down to his thighs.

TJ was surprised. This was not what he expected. Especially in the kitchen with a Marine Guard, his cousin, and a member of his team in the next room. Angela sensed his hesitation as she pulled his huge flaccid cock out of his pants, "Don't tell me you've lost your sense of adventure," she whispered as she slid the head of his cock into her mouth. When TJ moaned, she pulled the head of his cock past her lips and smiled, "Shhh," she whispered before burying his cock back into her mouth.

TJ's eyes twinkled as he smirked, "Then be a good girl and suck my cock," he wispered as his hands moved to her shoulders. Angela looked up at him, her eyes matching the twinkle in his as her head started to bob up and down on his rapidly hardening cock.The hunger

When Angela's eyes closed she savored the moment, enjoying the feeling of power and control. She moaned as she felt the monster harden in her mouth. First one hand, then both closed around the base as she stroked in time with her mouth moving back and forth over Gray's cock.

Gray pushed himself forward, as a prima grunt escaped his lips. Angela teased him as she replied to his grunt with a cute, girlish whimper. Her throat slowly filled up with the huge cock. His gigantic scrotum nearly rested against her chin and they both stayed frozen in place as the big dick throbbed powerfully inside her mouth. Out of all of the times TJ's very familiar cock had been in her mouth and throat, she had never been able to take all of him.

Slowly, she slid her lips back down the length of him until they caught on the flared ridge of his thick head where she stayed to suckle hungrily like a baby with a pacifier as her hands continued to stroke the length of his shaft. Angela was a skilled cocksucker who could have teased and pleased her lover for hours, but she knew they needed to be quick before anyone walked in. She moved one of her hands to reach his heavy shaved scrotum. She massaged his balls which was rewarded by a grunt.

Angela sucked hard on the fleshy crown of Gray's cock while she used her hands to stroke his slippery shaft and play with his heavy balls. She looked up at his pale eyes as she worked, keeping constant eye contact.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Gray whispered as Angela fluttered her long lashes and used her beauty to send him right over the edge. TJ grabbed her head with both hands and groaned as softly as he could while he exploded in her mouth, his hot cum splashing against the roof of her mouth.

Angela was not quiet in her response as she moaned even louder, the sounds both genuine and tinged with a deep hunger that could never be sated. The gorgeous Marine sucked on his head while he spurted again and again all over her tongue, his salty spunk so thick she nearly gagged. She held on tight, refusing to let go until he was utterly spent, and clamped down when his erection began to waver before she allowed it to fall from her glossy lips, not allowing even a single drop of tasty seed to escape her pouty cocksucking grin.

Unknown to TJ but in perfect view of Angela the swinging door to the kitchen had been pushed open as Isabella Mendez could not tear her eyes away from the Marine sucking off her boss. She was startled when she saw the sheer size of TJ's cock as it slid in and out of Angela's throat.

For her part, Angela felt no shame. She winked at Isabella before she closed her eyes and murmured softly while she swirled his semen around in her mouth. It tasted so good, so healthy and potent, that she felt a twinge between her firm thighs and reached down to touch her damp crotch while she smiled, swallowed Gray's cum, and winked again at Isabella who slipped out of the door.

TJ got himself put back together and exited the kitchen, and turned towards the stairs. "Where are you going?" Gretchen demanded.

TJ was tired. Tired of Gretchen's attitude, tired from all that he was trying to do, tired from betrayal. He turned, his gray eyes narrowed to mere slits, "I'm going to my bathroom, I'm going to take a shit, then a shower, throw steaks on the grill, then go to sleep in my bed. The last time I checked, this is my house."

Gretchen stood up, "Fine, I'll leave."

It was Angela's turn to respond, "Bullshit, I've had enough of this shit from both of you." She turned towards Gretchen, "TJ has busted his ass to keep you safe, to keep me safe. Don't ask or assume what he has had to do to make that happen. I worked with him for a lot of years and know the people that are mourning loved ones who were on the wrong end of his wrath. You are NOT ready to be alone, for fuck sake you barely leave the damn couch."

Angela motioned to Gray who walked over next to her. Ange pulled his shirt up, "Do I need to remind you what he's gone through. He may not know what it is like to be raped, but believe me he knows what it is to be tortured, he knows what it feels like to lose friends. You make a mistake in court and someone loses money, he makes a mistake and people die. Good people. So, Angela, climb off your high horse and stop feeling sorry for yourself."

TJ hid his smirk and started to walk upstairs. Angela stopped him, "I'm not finished."

Gray turned and caught Angela's gaze, "As for you,Sergeant Major. You need to keep work where it belongs, at work. Leading people into your personal orbit is fucking dangerous. I realize this was Mark - someone we all trusted, someone that we thought we had vetted. What we've learned is that money talks and loyalty walks. You need to be damn sure of who you let into your world."

First Sergeant Taggert looked from TJ to his cousin, "Next time we may not be so lucky."

Gray showered, pulled on a pair of gray sweats and a sweatshirt. As he walked down the stairs it was apparent to anyone looking that he was both well endowed and not wearing underwear.

TJ seasoned the steaks and moved to the grill, the ice on the deck crunched under his slippered feet. It didn't take long before the aroma of perfectly seared meat wafted through the crisp evening air, a stark contrast to the tension that hung inside the house.

Angela and Isabella worked together in the spacious kitchen, preparing the side dishes. Angela's hands moved with precision as she chopped vegetables, her mind racing with mischief. A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Isabella," Angela began, her voice taking on a teasing, flirtatious tone. She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Did you enjoy your little show?"

Isabella paused for a moment, her eyes meeting Angela's with a mix of surprise and amusement. She set down the salad dressing she was mixing and played along, her voice equally flirtatious.

"Angela, I didn't see one single thing that was little about that show. Holy hell," Isabella replied in a playful tone, "I see many things, but I also know how to keep a secret. Unless, of course, you're willing to trade some information in return."

Angela leaned in, her large tits brushing Isabella's arm, "I don't think it's information that you want." The First Sergeant slid away, leaving Isabella blushing.

Their playful banter filled the kitchen, a momentary escape from the tension that surrounded them. The flickering candles on the dining room table seemed to cast a warm, conspiratorial glow on their exchange, and for a brief moment, the farewell dinner felt more like a scene from Casablanca.

TJ carved into the perfectly grilled steaks with the precision of a man who had faced far more daunting challenges. The fatigue and stress were etched on his face as his gaze shifted between Angela, Isabella, and Gretchen, his eyes betraying a hint of curiosity about the conversation taking place.

Angela, her earlier flirtatious demeanor replaced with a touch of seriousness, sat to TJ's right. She had a sparkle in her eye, suggesting she was ready to delve into the topic at hand. Isabella, to TJ's left, exuded an air of confidence, though a subtle blush lingered on her cheeks from their earlier exchange. Gretchen sat across from Angela, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

As the meal progressed and the clinking of silverware against china filled the room, Angela decided that it was time to cut into the tension that filled their world..

"Isabella," she began, her tone lighthearted yet with a hint of mischief, "I've been wondering, since we're all here together, what exactly did you see earlier?"

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips. She knew Angela was referring to their earlier flirtatious exchange.

"Oh, Angela," she replied, her voice teasing, "you're quite the detective yourself. But you know what they say about secrets in our line of work--sometimes they're better left undisturbed."

TJ, sensing the playful tension between the two women, interjected with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile.

"Am I missing something here?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Gretchen leaned in, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity as well. "Yes, what are we talking about here, ladies? I feel like I've missed something interesting."

Angela and Isabella exchanged a knowing glance before Angela leaned in, her voice lowering as if she were about to reveal a classified secret.

"Well," Angela began, "let's just say that Isabella here has an uncanny ability to observe details."

Isabella chuckled softly, playing along with the intrigue. "And Angela," she added, "knows how to ask the right questions."

Their playful banter and shared laughter filled the room, momentarily easing the underlying tension that had been present. It was a welcome respite from the complex emotions that had hung in the air since the beginning of the evening.

As the dinner conversation continued, they discussed cases, plans for Angela's move to California, and the challenges they faced in their line of work. The camaraderie that had been strained earlier seemed to mend as they shared stories and experiences. The warmth of their friendship gradually overcame the lingering chill of unspoken secrets.

Outside, snow started to fall, muffling the sounds of the city. Inside the large house, amidst the flickering candles and the clinking of glasses, Angela, Isabella, Gretchen, and TJ found a moment of connection of normal in the midst of their chaos.

The snow had piled up high enough that Isabella was forced to spend the night. Fortunately, the four bedroom house had plenty of space for her. As she laid in bed that night and closed her eyes she began to hear the tell tale sounds of sex.

The gentle squeaks of the mattress, the sporadic breathing of the couple. Isabella felt her body begin to respond to what she was hearing through the wall. It didn't take long for those gentle rocks to become louder and more intense.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! YES!" the groans started to be heard from next door. She had looked at her Apple Watch when she first laid down, as she glanced at it again she realized that Angela and TJ had made love for about fifteen minutes; not bad at all for her new husband these days. Her thoughts were interrupted by the headboard from next door banging against the wall and more moans.

"Wow, I guess they are still going at it," Isabella whispered, as she ran her hand across her breasts, down over her tight stomach, to her pelvis. She continued to listen as Gray and Angela continued their sexual marathon and wondered how long they would be at it.

"Oh god, I'm cumming again! Yes! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oooh yeah I'm cumming on your big fat cock! FUCK!" Angela groaned as she unashamedly announced her fourth orgasm to anyone in earshot as the bedsprings continued to squeak.

Isabella was curious about positions they were trying and found herself listening even more intently as the sounds bled through the wall. Her fingers had now slipped between her thighs to find her throbbing clit.

She was waiting for Gray to cum too, hoping to time her release with his. She felt like it would happen soon since his deep guttural sounds were getting louder each passing second. She listened as the tall dark man bellowed out a sexy groan.

Isabella was biting her lip, her fingers rubbing her clit a little bit faster until she felt her pussy tighten, her stomach flex and her own orgasm wash over her. When she recovered she was amazed that the constant grunts and thrusts continued. She looked at her watch again, amazed that Gray had been fucking Angela for forty five minutes

She listened as there was a pause before Gray spoke, "Oh that's it, suck my cock like you did earlier."

Angela gasped, "I can't in this position. It's too big. I can barely get the head in my mouth like this."

Isabella was surprised as well at how turned on she was. If they didn't hurry up she was going to walk next door and join the couple. Her hand reached down and soon she was sliding her fingers down along her clit while listening through the wall.

"Come on Gray," Angela begged, "Stick your giant cock back in my tight little pussy." The two began fucking again in earnest as the headboard started slapping up against the wall again. The reverberation of pleasure that emanated from the master bedroom was so clear now as Isabella continued to eavesdrop.

Isabella stood and leaned against the wall, almost feeling the vibration like a sub woofer sounding out a bass line. WIth her back against the wall and her fingers running over her hardened clit. A drop of pussy juice tickled her as it slid down her leg.

Her mind raced with the reality that she was dripping wet, thinking about her boss fucking his woman. The thoughts quickly were drowned out with her lust as she slid two fingers into her waiting cunt and held her breath at the feeling. She was trying to imagine her former fiance pounding her on their bed the way Angela was getting it right now, but the perverse affair next door kept creeping into Isabella's mind...

Her mind quickly went back and forth from imagining Keith fucking her, to Gray fucking her. She closed her eyes as she pictured herself begging for Gray's huge cock, her legs over his thick shoulders.

She tried to imagine Keith, but it was no use; the harder she pushed her fingers inside, the more Isabella thought about Gray fucking her. Isabella had never fantasized about a boss before in her life and now that she was she couldn't believe how aroused she had become.

She wanted to think about making love, but all she could think of was Gray pushing her over a desk and taking her against her will. That made the fantasy all the more powerful. Visions of that ripped body on top behind her, his huge cock slamming into her made her cum all over her fingers and let out a squeal that she was sure would be heard by Angela or Gray.

As the throbbing in her head calmed down she could hear that the couple next door was still going at it. She fantasized about Gray's stamina as her fingers lightly danced over her sensitive pussy lips.

As the headboard continued to bang against the wall next door, Isabella laid back on her bed and spread her legs open wide and slid her fingers back into her hole. It was soaked and on fire; her pussy was aching to be slammed hard. She thought about how big a cock had to be for a woman not to be able to get her mouth around it and shoved three fingers into her cunt.