My cock teased her opening, but not for long. I thrust forward, burying the full size of my shaft in one deep thrust, stretching her to the limit and sending her to an immediate orgasmic trip. Her body convulsed underneath me as I continued to fuck her. Her knees collapsed, dropping her down to the couch. I crouched down and picked her up. She held my shoulders as I lowered her down onto my thick cock, slamming her down to my balls, letting her take me.
“Fuck, fuck me harder,” she said, biting at my neck, her nails digging into my skin, leaving the same tracks she left last time.
“I’m going to cum,” I said, feeling my body tighten in anticipation. I throbbed as I pulled myself out of her and laid her down on the couch. I brought one hand down to her lips and spread them apart, entering her with my middle finger as I stroked my cock. My balls tightened as my shaft pulsated in my grip, dropping a thick load on Courtney’s supple breasts. My sticky, white seed sent Courtney over the edge once again as I could feel her come around my finger, thrusting her hips forward, her inner walls convulsing.
We both collapsed in a heap of exhausted passion, giving each other gentle kisses as our bodies returned to their pre-climactic states. I got up and grabbed her a towel, bringing her with me to go get washed off, admiring each other’s body as the shower ran over us.
“Do you think they’ll ever find her?” Courtney asked as she was shampooing her hair.
“I think that the longer they go without finding her, the better for us. It means she’s not around.”
“Eh, I’d rather have her behind bars. Pass me the soap.” I gave her my Axe ‘smell like a man’ soap without realizing.
“I didn’t know you thought I stunk that bad?” she said, waving the soap around. I grabbed it from her and squirted some in my hand, threatening to rub it on her.
“Fine, I’ll smell like you for the day,” she said, tilting her head last minute and sending a spray of water onto my face from the shower head. She broke out into a fit of laughter as my hair fell forward in defeat. She leaned up on her toes and planted a kiss on my dripping wet face. The kind of kiss that says “I won, but I feel bad, so here, have this.”
I appreciated that.
We got out of the shower and dried off, returning back to the spot we claimed on the couch. Her hand rested on the back of my neck, occasionally climbing up to run through my hair. I would roll my head from side to side, letting her hand entwine my hair as we flicked through the channels, finally deciding to just watch something on Netflix.
“What’s your favorite movie of all time?” I asked her, flipping through the Action and Adventure catalogue.
“Bridesmaids,” she said, with that powerful conviction of hers, the one that said nothing else was challenging her. It amazed me a little that she would show this same passion for even a movie. Although it was a pretty funny movie, I couldn’t say I felt the exact same way.
“Alright, alright, good choice.”
“And yours?” she asked, taking the remote from my grip and scrolling up to the TV Comedy section. She stalled on 30 Rock.
“Avatar,” I admitted, knowing that the movie wasn’t exactly a described as a classic film.
“Nice, I enjoyed it.”
Another checkmark under the ‘this girl is fucking perfect’ column. Yeah, so she didn’t love the movie, but I’ll take an enjoy.
My phone buzzed on the side table and noticed it was another text message from Sky.
SKY:
Come now 2 my aprtment. Brng Courtney.
That was odd.
“What do you think it’s about?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. I didn’t want to bring up my sister’s pregnancy just because it wasn’t my news to share, but why would she tell me to bring Courtney over? Maybe it was a surprise party? Or she could want to break the baby news to Courtney tonight? Whatever it was, I felt like we needed to go. I picked myself up off the couch and changed into a button down and some khakis, handing Courtney her white tank-top.
We walked up to my sister’s apartment and noticed the door was left open, just slightly. Light was shining from underneath the threshold, but it was a distant light, the one coming from her bedroom. We nudged the door open and I stepped in, Courtney close behind me.
“Sky?” I called out, wondering what she was up to. This wasn’t like her.
“Wait, stop.” Courtney’s hand came up and wrapped around my forearm, stopping me from walking any further. There, on the floor, was a shattered cup, glass sprinkled all over the hardwood floors. She brought a finger up to her lip.
Quiet.
I walked towards her bedroom, the one room with the light on. I tried my hardest to step over the glass shards gleaming on the floor, my sneakers stepping around the mess. Courtney crushed a few but didn’t make enough noise to make us worried, even though whoever was in here already heard me yelling for Sky.
At least they wouldn’t know when we were getting close.
I held an arm back, stopping Courtney. I wanted to keep her at a safe distance, she shouldn’t have even stayed here in the first place. But she pushed my hand down, not wanting to leave my side. I took a deep breath and braced myself for what was on the other side of the bedroom door.
I couldn’t brace myself enough once I saw what was on the other side of the bedroom door.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
There, behind the bedroom door, was my sister, tied up to a chair next to her bed, a white rag wrapped around her mouth and gagging her. Her eyes were wide with fear as she struggled with the bonds around her wrists, the ones wrapped around behind the chair. My blood shot straight to every muscle in my body as I launched into the room, not giving a fuck about who else was in there.
That was my fucking sister.
“Holy shit, fuck,” I said, quickly undoing her ties and gag, letting her take in a deep breath since God knows how long. She collapsed onto my shoulder, crying and gasping. I held her but was still extremely tense, this wasn’t the time for crying.
“Sky, listen, you’re ok now. But I need you to be strong for me,” I said, feeling the familiar Sky take over. The one who thrives with logic over emotion. She collected herself and stood tall. That’s when I heard Courtney gasp behind me. I turned and saw her. I saw her and I saw the barrel of a gun pointed at the crown of her head, Ally’s finger tenderly caressing the trigger. Like a sick fucking dance.
She was not doing this, not to me.
Not to Courtney or to Sky.
“Ally,” I said, hoping to reason with her before anything escalated.
“Don’t you dare take one step closer, shithead,” she hissed, pressing the gun harder into Courtney’s skull.
“Drop the gun,” I commanded. I took a step forward, I wasn’t going to play games anymore and I felt like Ally wasn’t a murderer, like she was incapable of killing. As I took that step, Ally’s eyes opened wider. I suddenly had doubts, maybe she was crazier than I could even imagine.
“Why, Jace? Why couldn’t you just love me the way I loved you,” she said, her voice pitching up into a sort of mutated screech at the end. The Puerto Rican bombshell from the hospital was now a disastrous banshee who hadn’t showered in days, a murderous glint in the depth of her eyes.
“Ally, I didn’t know. I would have given it a chance,” I said, trying to be honest. I wanted to make her realize that she was seeing this through the completely wrong lens.
“I highly doubt that, Jacey Wacey.”
That was a new one. Her finger twitched.
“Ally, please. We worked together,” Courtney said. She was pleading, something I wanted to avoid doing. Once we gave that control over to Ally, then there was no telling when she would finally lash out. As long as we retained some sort of power, than I had a chance of manipulating our way out. But now Ally knew we were desperate, we were pleading.
In all honesty, I wanted to plead. I wanted to fall down onto my hands and knees and beg for Courtney’s safety, if that’s what it took. But the fa
ct was, it wasn’t what it took.
“You shut the fuck up, rat,” she snapped at Courtney, using the gun to trace the lines of her delicate jawline, the same lines I would trace with my tongue. I needed to do something, something to take her off of Courtney and onto me.
“Ally, listen. Leave her alone, I’m the one you want. The one who didn’t return your love all those lonely years. You must have been really lonely, weren’t you?” I probed, trying to use some of my limited training in psychiatry to work her mind around, spin it so that I was the one that was shaping what she was thinking.
“That doesn’t matter,” she said, I saw her begin lowering the gun. I guess it did matter.
“Come to me. We can work this out. Make up for all those lost times, those memories that you created, I’ll make them all come true.” I was laying it on thick now, trying a tactic that I noticed was working the most. Ally was breaking. The gun was at her side now, a slightly trembling Courtney was free. I nodded my head towards the door, hoping we would go outside and be in public, where Ally would have the least inclination to hurt us. But she didn’t budge. She stood there, the gun still in her hand.
She took a few steps towards me. All the muscles in my body twitched, tensing in anticipation.
I saw her fingers readjust their grip on the gun.
“Jace, do you know how long we’ve been going out?”
“Remind me,” I said, hoping that playing along would buy me some time.
“Years, Jace, more than seven. We have a long history. You helped me get through school, Jace.”
She needed to stop saying Jace.
“And you even went to grad school,” I said, thinking I could maybe touch some human part of her, a part that remembered and was proud of the things she had accomplished. It didn’t seem like it worked.
“And that’s where I found drugs, Jace. Almost the exact opposite of your story, Jace.”
She wasn’t too far now, a hand gently resting on the side of my sister’s bright, white bed comforter. I watched her left eyelid twitch under the stress, her pupils constantly changing sizes. I could feel my sister shake at my side, her usually strong exterior was cracked under the trauma.
Ally was even closer now. Her lips flickered into a twisted sneer, her gaze snapping onto me. A focus that wasn’t there was now honed in, and it was all towards me.
“You should have just loved me, Jace,” she brought her hand up, the one that held the gun. And once again, I saw myself staring down the barrel of a gun. I was so frozen by Ally that I didn’t notice Courtney creeping up behind Ally. Ally didn’t see her either.
“Bye, Jace. Maybe we’ll get a second chance.”
I finally snapped out of the trance and saw the moment that Courtney grabbed my sister’s bedside lamp and hoisted above her head. In one fell swoop, the lamp was cracked over Ally’s head, dropping her straight to the floor. The gun flew out of her hand in the midst of her fall and bounced away, luckily no accidental shots were fired.
I looked at Courtney, the lamp held limply in her left hand as she shook her head slightly, allowing herself to smile a little bit. This was it. The danger was over, Ally was done and Courtney was mine. I allowed myself a small smile as well. I heard Sky call the police behind me as Courtney, one lone tear falling down her face, dropped the vase and took in a deep breath.
I turned and comforted my sister as she spoke to the police, Courtney coming over to my other side and resting her head on my shoulder. Sky cried into my side as the call clicked, her wrists were already bruised from the tight bonds. Courtney wrapped us both up in a hug, a broken huddle of support as we tried to process everything that had just happened to us.
“You sure now how to pick them,” Sky said, breaking the hug just as police sirens blared from the street.
“For the record, she picked me and didn’t actually let me know about it,” I said.
“Don’t get so defensive. Just wait until you find out my twisted secrets.”
Sky and I both turned to her, “relax, guys. I’m joking,” she giggled at the both of us, a gentle little giggle, she was still exhausted from knocking someone out, “or am I.”
This girl better be joking. I looped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her in to me, kissing the top of her head and allowing myself to smile. I noticed that Sky smiled too.
Good, I was worried about her, she had a lot ahead of her.
The police came and thankfully didn’t recognize us, or if they did, they didn’t mention anything. We vowed that night to never have to deal with police again, and we made sure the universe knew what we were demanding it. So, needless to say, Courtney was a little surprised and very pissed off when, only a a week later, she was pulled over on her way home from the supermarket.
She wasn’t exactly expecting what I had planned.
CHAPTER TWENTY
A week had passed since the chaotic incident. Sky, my poor sister, was now attending counseling and still in turmoil about her pregnancy. It hurt me seeing her like that, seeing her so tormented over something, my sister who was one of the kindest people I knew. She didn’t deserve that.
Courtney was also shaken up and took a therapy session as well, she told me that she needed to talk to someone before she got an intense paranoia of even meeting new people. We were all pretty fucked up after Ally and Marco picked up our lives and turned everything upside down. But now, things seemed like they were finally calming down. Like the dust was settling and our lives were falling back into place, it wasn’t all perfect but it was getting there. And my life with Courtney was flourishing.
I wanted her every minute of the day, I wanted her physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, in whatever way I could have her. She was my drug. My bliss. Which was why I had planned a very special surprise for her, one that I knew she would never forget.
“Shit,” Courtney cursed, pulling over to the side of the street as the red and blue lights flashed in our rearview mirror. I saw Officer Reed, a cop that became popular online after a picture of him in running shorts blew up, he was apparently packing a lot more than a gun. Aside from his newfound internet penis popularity, he was also a good friend of mine I had met at the gym, something Courtney wasn’t aware of.
“Mam, do you know why I pulled you over?” he said, standing above and peering into the car in that nosey way cops do.
“No, sir,” she said, a little attitude coloring her tone.
“Because your tail-light is out. That’s a huge hazard, mam.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I honestly didn’t know, but thank you for notifying me, officer,” Courtney said, almost dismissive. I never knew she had such an aversion to police officers… maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all?
No, it had to be. Courtney was going to flip the fuck out.
“Well, I already have this ticket that I’m going to have to give to you,” the officer said as he pulled out a smallish envelope from his back pocket, holding it in through the window.
“Wait, you have these pre-printed?!”
“I would open it now, mam.” Reed’s voice was commanding, taking even me off guard.
Courtney slid a finger underneath the seal and lifted up. She looked at the tickets in her hand and looked at the police officer, who was now smiling, holding back an excited laugh. She turned to me, “holy shit, you didn’t!”
“We fly to Sydney on Saturday and come back the Saturday after.”
“Oh no, why are you so perfect!” Courtney exclaimed, tears of joy sliding down her rosy cheeks. Jake, or Officer Reed, knew about my plan since I had thought it up. I knew I wanted to surprise her and thought it would definitely surprise her this way.
And it did.
“Have fun, guys,” Jake said, tapping on the car and waving goodbye as he walked back to his patrol car.
“Thanks, Jake!” I said as Courtney began to drive away, an attack of smiles and giggles overtaking her, remnants of those joyous tears still falling down her perfect cheeks.
I was sure that she was still in shock and seeing her this happy made me feel like nothing else in this world mattered.
“I can’t wait! Jason, this is incredible,” she said, emotion still coloring her speech. She squeezed my thigh with her delicate hand, a sign of companionship, one that I knew had no end. I squeezed her hand and looked out my window, noticing that we were about to pass a secret scenic spot I had discovered years ago while I had been running through the Hollywood Hills.
“Wait, pull over,” I said, spontaneously telling her to turn into a small dirt path that led to one of my favorite spots in all of Los Angeles. It was on the way up to my house, tucked into the Hollywood Hills, a small clearing, undisturbed by any mansions or pools or whatever else the rich people need in their homes. And the best part was that it jutted out of the hills a bit, giving a beautiful view of Los Angeles.
We sat there, the glittering lights of the city melding together to create a beautiful urban portrait, reds and yellows and whites all blending as one. Some of the stars above were surprisingly easy to spot tonight too, even with the light pollution. We sat there, my hand on hers.
“Even with everything we’ve been through, I honestly have to say, I wouldn’t change a thing if it meant this moment wouldn’t happen,” I said, feeling her lean into my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t either. You’re more than I could have ever imagined existed out there,” she said.
It was then, when we both affirmed each other, the words putting to existence what we both felt, was when I finally felt at peace. I felt as if everything was finally going to be ok, it was all going to fall into place. As long as we had each other, then everything was going to be fine.
I knew this girl was mine, she was my drug now.
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