Auto

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At eleven fifty-nine there was an eager knock at the door. "Who is it?"

Her hand rested on the small gun she kept.

"Grim and Auto!"

"What's the secret word?"

"Cookies!"

"Come in!"

Grim burst into the house first, Auto tripping after him.

"Thanks for coming," she smiled.

While Grim was looking for any sign of Tonya, Auto smiled back his babydoll. Pregnancy looked good on her.

She was so maternal already, but with her swollen belly, and the benevolent smile he found himself wanting her again.

He couldn't get her pregnant. Which was great because he could never f**k her with a condom on.

"It's my pleasure. What do you need?"

Frankie motioned for them to sit. They did. Auto mused that he bought very comfortable couches.

"Auto tell me something." He nodded his assent. "What do you do?"

Grim, though in her presence was more of a Momma's boy than anything, never lost his focus. Not completely. Well, I mean, the cookies don't count.

He was still watching, observing, noting tells, assessing her personality.

He liked her, but he didn't completely trust her. He always watched her make cookies. Always.

Grim knew from yesterday she was definitely tough. And intelligent. By the way, she held herself open, and calmly suggested she knew, and only wanted to see if he'd tell the truth.

"I...I'm an investor of sorts."

She smiled at him. "Interesting. I just wanted to know. One would assume you were...oh, I don't know, a drug lord or something like that."

Auto choked.

"Usually, of sorts, equates to illegal."

Auto didn't deny but he didn't confirm, either he just met her gaze and masked his reaction.

"You both carry guns," she continued, "I don't think you use them much. I mean, come on you're called Auto, and your best friend is called Grim."

"Grim Reaper, that's easy and Auto... Automatic Weapon maybe?"

Frankie knew she was right. After all, she was a detective for two years.

"What are you intending to do with that information?" Auto asked.

Frankie grinned. "Use it, of course."

Auto stiffened. "Why else why would I acquire information?"

"How?"

She shrugged again. "Let's say I didn't know about the nature of your occupation. One day someone one might knock on the door, or break in, or kidnap me—"

There was a stick in Autos spine.

"I would be unaware, I would probably panic, convinced that they got the wrong person. They'd use that against me if they're smart."

Auto didn't know if he wanted to f**k her or kill her.

"All I'm asking, before you do anything else pertaining to my children and I, you tell me these things. I don't need to know details or names. But I need to know who I need to avoid. I can't protect my children or myself if I don't know what I'm dealing with."

Auto bristled. He didn't know who he was dealing with.

"And how did you know all of this? You just sat and pondered and you conjured this exact and precise information?"

Frankie regarded him coolly.

"Is that so far fetched? I'm sure you've done a background check on me. You should know."

"Know what?"

"Well, I guess it's irrelevant if you needed to know you'd know but just like I don't know your secrets you don't know mine."

Auto was stuck between horny, impressed, pissed and suspicious.

Grim never said a word. She was scared. He could tell. She didn't like uncertainties and it was certain that having his children would bring uncertainties.

"Is that why you brought me here? To interrogate me?"

"Oh no. If I were interrogating you would either not know it, or be in a lot of pain."

Autos brows raised. Who was she?

"Code of ethics. It's a line I might've crossed. A few times. But I'm not on record for murder. So..."

The house was quiet.

"I trust you, Auto. As much as I can."

"Please don't make me regret it."

★

Frankie didn't understand how they'd gotten here. Again. Panting, she cursed herself.

"You hungry Babydoll? We worked up an appetite I think."

Frankie glared at him. He grinned, tugging on his sweatpants sexily.

"What? It was funny!"

"It wasn't. At all."

Auto grinned, biting his knuckle studying his chocolate beauty. Just looking at her made him hungry.

Everyone loves chocolate, right?

"C'mon, Babydoll, don't be mad at me."

She sulked, pouting and rubbing her belly, looking in her closet.

Softly grinning he came up behind her, wrapping his around her waist, kissing her neck.

"Forgive me please."

Frankie moaned out a yes, stepping away from him.

"Let's eat."

★

A few hours earlier...

Grim licked his lips, looking at her. They were all alone now. Auto and Frankie left, no doubt to screw. The two of them just sat Tonya and Grim across from one another.

Grim was a very authoritative man, he commanded respect and refused to request. He stood at 6'6, he was strong and built and handsome, Tonya mused.

She wanted to be in his arms. As fearsome as he looked, she felt she'd be safe there.

If only she could read his thoughts. Grim had already claimed her but was smart enough to not say it.

Her little body was made for him, they opposites in the best way.

She liked to fight he could tell. So he did he.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen. Twenty next month. Why?"

Legal, he thought, but still a baby.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-six."

"That's not so far."

They fell into a silent lull again. The air was charged. He bit his knuckle appraising she bit her lips did the same.

But nobody moved. It wasn't a large distance either, as big as Grim was he could've reached a hand over just grabbed her up.

But he didn't.

Finally, Tonya got sick the game. "I'm bored. Entertain me."

Grim raised a brow in warning. "That what you think I'm here for? To entertain you?"

She shrugged, glancing down, his grey eyes boring into her. "I don't know."

"What do you want to do?"

A loaded question. "I wanna play with you."

"I don't think we like the same games, little tiger. " He offered her an out. His last.

"We'll never know unless we try."

Grim smirked. "I guess not a little tiger. Come here. Let's play."

Tonya walked the short distance into his lap.

Snuggling against his chest, she stayed quiet. She enjoyed his warmth, his strength. Grim gazed sweetly down at the little tiger in his lap. That's all she was really. She was a cub. She might be legal, but mentally?

He didn't think this—he was for her. But like a spoiled brat, she insisted on having her way.

"When are we gonna play, Grim?"

"Don't call me Grim, not when we're alone."

"What do I call you?"

"Tommy, until I say otherwise."

A delicious chill danced down her spine as the force of his orders touched her ears.

He would take care of her. She didn't think she was wrong, but she had to try.

"Ask again." He demanded.

"When are you going to play with me, Tommy?"

Hm. He loved his name from her lips. Her accent put a spin on it, making it hers. He glanced down at lips that uttered it.

She could tell he was a dangerous man, not merely by his size, but by the hungry look in his eyes.

Butterflies colonized in her belly.

"Sit on my lap properly. Facing me."

She did so with hesitation. Grim fought the urge to praise her, instead, watching her compliance.

The position ground their cores together in a dangerous way, but Grim calmly stroked her hair, looking at her.

"Tommy?"

Grim smirked. There she was.

"What is it, little tiger?"

"Stop teasing me."

Grim stopped softly stroking her hair, he now gripped it and pulled.

"You don't give commands, little one. Not at all. If you want to play, you do it my way or not at all, understand?"

"Yes," She dropped her eyes with a pout.

His hand came to her chest, pushing her down a bit. Then he palmed her clothed p***y, feeling the outline of her lips and c**t.

Tonya moaned, bucking her hips, begging.

Grim denied her, slapping her cunt.

"Quiet. Now."

She nodded, pressing her lips closed.

Grim teased her a bit, before pulling her shorts to the side, his finger feeling her bare p***y.

"No underwear. Why?"

Tonya shrugged, yelping when he smacked her c**t.

"I just didn't wanna wear them."

Nodding, he stroked her opening feeling her heat, her wetness.

She was hot. Her cunt was hot to the touch. He let his finger dip into her.

"Do like my game, little one? I think its gonna become my favorite. Your cunt is a lovely toy."

His remarks were getting nastier by the second. Tonya knew she should be offended, but she wasn't. It just turned her on.

Her hips ground against his finger, moaning like a pornstar when he shoved a second finger up her cunt.

"You wanna c*m?"

Tonya, nodded, needing a release. Grim pumped in and out of p***y, rubbish around c**t every once and a while. His little slut was getting impatient, but he kept her edge until her eyes watered until she started f*****g his fingers, cursing and pleaded in Spanish, pouting at him.

"You still like my game, little one? If I just left you here—"

"Please! Por favore, no mas!"

"No more? Okay."

He tried to remove his fingers, but she wouldn't let him, clenching her cunt, f*****g his fingers so wantonly.

"You are disobeying me, little one. I don't take kindly to it."

"Please. Please. Please, I'm begging you, j will do anything you want, f**k me anywhere but please—"

"Cum." he demanded. Hee body froze, tensed than forcefully released, spraying him with her juices, she kept f*****g his fingers, crying in relief, cursing and swearing.

Then it was over.

Tonya looked up to see him lick his fingers clean.

Tonya's body was so tired, her kept her on edge for what seemed like forever.

Her cunt still throbbed, her throat sore from screaming. She slumped against him, nuzzling his chest like a kitten.

He stroked her hair, holding her closely, sweetly. She eyes fluttered closed, and that's when things changed. Her legs wrapped around him like a vice, her nuzzling him, climbing him, rubbing up against him. And honestly, it looked innocent. She didn't look like she was aroused. She had a dip in her brow as he climbed his body, rubbing her cunt against his hard c**k.

She couldn't get comfortable. She was tossing and turning trying to find a perfect place. Sighing, he picked her up letting her head rest shoulder.

The first room he saw, he laid in the bed. Tried to anyway. She wouldn't let him go.

She kept insisting on laying on chest, clinging to life.

"Dammit let go."

Granted he could've pried her off of him, but he didn't. He laid down, letting the small woman snuggle in his arms, her little body sprawled over his.

He let her sleep, kissing her hair. But he had plans.