Negan was furious it wasn't hard to see. After he had smacked the table with Lucile over nobody knowing anything about the people that had shot up his outpost the room fell silent. Hellen looked around at everyone seeing that nobody wanted to speak -- so she did.

"If nobody knows this is a serious problem. Not only have we failed to protect our people, but we've made it look like we can he walked all over. These people are animals and we have to figure out who they are -- Dwight."

She said looking at the man beside her. He looked at her once she addressed him.

"I want you to track them down. You're one of our best trackers. Take a small group of men and head back to the site. From there follow where they went and report back."

Dwight nodded. It was a good plan and it filled the empty silence. Negan seemed relatively pleased with the idea as he rubbed his chin and nodded his head.

"Lookie there -- your leader saving your sorry asses once again with a brilliant idea!"

Negan chuckled his mood changing almost instantly. Hellen watched Negan from across the table wearing his smile looking directly at her.

"Remind me again why you won't be wifey number -- "

"Because this is my job."

She said cutting him off. The mood was heavy as it had been since it started but things seemed to change even more with Negan's chuckle.

"Fair enough. You heard the lady, Dwight. Tell us what you find."

The man nodded looking at his fearless leader as Negan dismissed everyone.

"Not you."

Hellen had barely rose up from her seat when Negan called out to her. His eyes had been on his beloved bat looking at the barbwire that trailed around every inch of the top. Returning to her seat Hellen watched as Negan sighed from the other end of the table.

"You know things would really fuckin suck without you."

Arching a brow she allowed him to continue.

"You know when I first found you I thought of you as a scared little girl. And now you've turned out to be a kick ass little fighter who actually cares about the well being of these people."

His words didn't effect her as greatly as they would someone else. She was far different normal conversation or praise was something she was use to hearing from Negan -- anyone else would be over the moon about such praise.

"Fire fighter might have something to do with it."

Negan chuckled at her reply. It was so common and non-chalant. She could always manage to pull a smile to his lips even without trying.

"It's just the type of person you've grown to become. You use to be skittish, quiet, hell I use to have to pull teeth to get you to even speak. And now you're ordering my men to go out and find people who shot our people."

"Something has to be done, Negan. We can't let this just go."

"I know darlin. But hearing you orderin them around -- makes me wanna rip the clothes off you and take you on this table."

He said pushing himself up out of the chair and walking down and round the table toward her. She staid right where she was and waited for him to get over to her and block her means of escape -- if she wanted to that was to say.

His bat laid on the table, his eyes watching hers closely. She looked all over his face seeing the finely aged man before her. She never bothered to even stop and think about the age gap since it never bothered her. And she admitted she was attracted to older men anyway.

There was something about them, perhaps their maturity, that drew her to them. She was mature herself for her ripe age of newly found twenty-six as Negan had made apparent to her time and time again over the years of knowing her.

Course neither one of them would have ever believed the person who was to tell them that they would be sleeping together and fucking like rabbits every chance they got. She honestly never would have believed that a man such as Negan would have even looked twice at someone like her.

That his dick would even stir by looking at someone like her. But his dick stood at full attention when she did things that few women could do for him.

Keep his attention.

Sure his wives were there but let's face it; they were there because they didn't have any other choice. Hellen was there because she honestly wanted to be there. She wanted Negan's dick inside her while his lips fell all over her body. She wanted to be wrapped in his big strong arms. She wanted his attention -- she craved it.

And he knew it.

He knew that she became crabby when she'd smell another woman's perfume on his clothes or smell sex. She would avoid him and leave him alone for hours until she calmed down or he ended up taking her underneath him to show her that he wanted her still.

God damn he had an effect on her too.

"You wanna fuck me on this table?"

She whispered knowing he wasn't bullshittin. Their first fuck was on this table and they had many since then. Negan grinned a sly grin and licked his teeth showing them to her in the process.

"I sure as hell do."

Parting her lips a tad bit she leaned forward in her chair nearly brushing his lips in the process.

"Then take me, Negan."

Her whisper came as her breath felt warm against his lips. Seconds it took for Negan to grab the back of her head and smash her lips forward onto his causing her to moan and inhale through her nose. Hands flew everywhere nobody really knowing where they were headed but they went.

Before she knew it she was on her back on the conference table and her pants down around her ankles along with her cotton panties. Two long fingers dipped into her welcoming cunt feeling them flex inside her.

"Just fuck me, Negan."

She begged causing a chuckle to come from the man. With a shake of his head he grinned more.

"Good things come to those who wait baby girl."

He breathed before pushing forward and kissing her deeply.