by Aimie Grey
As usual, when it came to this woman, I couldn’t wait. Sitting back on my heels, I grabbed a condom from my wallet, shoved my pants and boxer briefs halfway down my thighs, rolled the latex down my impossibly hard dick, and then crawled a little farther up her body. As I leaned over her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I plunged into her with one desperate stroke.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Thrusting as if I were going for gold in the Sex Olympics, I fought to keep from blowing my load too soon. “Why do you feel so fucking good? How is it possible?”
Her reply was a groan and ten sharp fingernails digging into my ass as she did everything she could to get me to fuck her harder.
Just a little bit longer, I prayed, desperately wanting to come but never wanting the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock to end. Having plans of their own, as I slammed into her, my balls pulled up tight against my body, readying themselves for imminent release.
Rolling her hips, Juli ground her clit against me, setting off another nuclear climax. This time, she dragged me into the explosion along with her.
“What the fuck was that?” Juli breathlessly repeated her earlier question.
“Fuck if I know.” My knees ached as I rolled to lie beside her on the unforgiving surface. After tying off the condom, I adjusted my pants and shoved it in the pocket.
“So, you’re not mad at me?”
“I was going to ask you the same question.”
“Call it even?”
“Works for me,” I said as my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen in case it was Colton’s school and ignored it when I saw it was Finn.
“What do we do now?” Juli asked as I tossed the phone beside me on the table.
“Nap?” I suggested.
“I wish,” she said as my phone buzzed again. “Do you need to get that?”
“Nah. Finn needs to learn patience.”
“You must have the two of you confused. Finn is one of the calmest people I’ve ever met. He has to be to put up with you.”
“He sure has you snowed.”
“Maybe being around you has made everyone seem more laid back to me.”
Buzzing again, my phone proved her impression of Finn wrong.
“For the love of God, will you just—”
I rolled on top of Juli’s naked body when the glass wall between where we lay and my office suddenly cleared. Looking over, I found Finn on the other side, gesturing with the phone in his hand.
“Hey, Finn,” Juli said having snatched my phone and answered. “Let me put you on speaker.”
“Dude,” my brother said, glaring at me through the window. “There’s a meeting scheduled in there in eight minutes. People were gathering outside. Did you not hear them jiggling the handle?”
“We’ve been a little busy.”
“No shit. I herded everyone into my office, but you need to get out of there. Now.” Finn ended the call and walked away. A moment later, the window was opaque once again.
“Shit.” I moved off of Juli to let her up and then righted my clothes.
“There’s a wet spot,” she stage-whispered, nodding toward the table. As she zipped her dress, she added, “And it smells like sex in here.”
“Can’t imagine why.” With my shirt back in place, I pushed the button to open the blinds. Unfortunately, the windows were made with solid panes of glass and couldn’t be opened.
Darting to the corner of the room, I opened one of the doors beneath the counter we used as a buffet when we served food. After a particularly messy meeting involving Buffalo wings, we stashed some all-purpose cleaner and paper towels in the cabinet.
“How the hell do you know where the cleaning supplies are kept?” Juli asked as I sprinted back toward the scene of the crime.
“I’ve seen Finn clean up before.” Usually after I made a mess.
Once the table was free of all bodily fluids, I wrapped the condom in the used paper towel and threw the wadded up mess in the trash. By the time I returned the cleaning supplies to the cabinet, Juli was completely put together. From looking at her, you’d have thought we’d been in here discussing revenue projections instead of fucking like the world was about to end.
I discreetly unlocked the door and pulled it open, picking up in the middle of an imaginary conversation as we walked out. “Do you think that will work?”
Juli glared at my vague question. Unless she wanted our post-meeting activities to become blatantly obvious, it was up to her to come up with a slightly more detailed response.
“No, I don’t think so. Your personal contribution is much, much smaller than Brady’s. He should have first right of refusal.”
Through narrow eyes, I watched her lips twitch in poorly contained amusement. She knew she’d kicked me in a sore spot—a couple of sore spots—but as her tongue darted across her cherry lips, my irritation was quickly shoved away by lust.
*
Later that afternoon, I headed to the courthouse for a hearing. The path to family court was committed to my muscle memory, but I had to look at the building directory to find my way to criminal court.
The State of California was the plaintiff this time. My attorney, Scott, and I weren’t required to attend the pre-trial hearing, but there was no way in hell I’d miss it.
After missing Natalie’s arraignment and subsequently discovering she had been released on bail, I vowed never to miss another court date. Of course the bitch had pleaded not guilty. She was as guilty as fucking sin, and she wouldn’t get away with it. I wouldn’t let that happen.
The only good thing that came out of the arraignment was the extra-strength restraining order the judge had granted, forbidding Natalie to come within a thousand feet of Colton or attempt to contact either of us except through my attorney. I knew a restraining order was only a piece of paper, but so far it had done its job.
From my seat in the front row of the gallery, I watched as the judge called the room to order and reviewed the documents handed to him by the bailiff. The DA had told me Natalie’s legal team filed a motion to dismiss the charges, but assured me that happened in almost every case and would most likely be denied within minutes.
“Your Honor, I request all charges against my client be dropped on the grounds of illegal evidence.”
“Counselor, I’ve reviewed the evidence in this case and everything appears to be in order. The detectives in charge of the investigation obtained proper warrants, as well as signed releases from the child’s biological father.”
“We would like to argue that the evidence was created illegally, not obtained illegally.”
“Continue,” the curious judge said.
Scott leaned over and whispered, “That’s a load of shit. The judge is probably only listening to have a good story to tell his golf buddies.”
“Aside from the medical records created the night of the twenty-fourth, all evidence against my client is circumstantial. The medical exam and subsequent lab work were performed without parental consent.”
“Your Honor,” the Assistant District Attorney interrupted. “Copies of the Consent for Treatment form signed by Thomas Ramsay have been entered into evidence.”
“The electronic consent form signed by Mr. Ramsay is time stamped eighty-three minutes after my client’s son was checked in. I also have witnesses who will testify Mr. Ramsay was not present until after the physical examination began. Given a twisted ankle isn’t covered under extenuating circumstances, all evidence related to the hospital visit or obtained with warrants granted due to that visit is inadmissible.”
“That is the thinnest argument I have ever heard.”
“I also have witnesses who will testify Ms. Julianne Griffith, who has no legal relationship to my client’s son whatsoever, gave verbal consent for the examination. We request Ms. Griffith be charged with custodial interference immediately.”
If my attorney hadn’t physically restrained me, they would’ve been filing assault charges against me.
Desperate to do something, I whispered to Scott, “What if I tell them I gave her permission to take Colton to the hospital?”
“Based on what you’ve told me, you made it clear to everyone within earshot that she did not have your permission. You’d be charged with perjury before you finished telling the lie.”
“I have to do something,” I argued.
“No, you don’t. Just listen.”
“That is a matter for family court,” the irritated man said from his spot on the bench. “Take it up with them. Motion to dismiss is denied.”
“There’s no way they’ll pursue it.”
“How do you know?” I asked. “Natalie is a vindictive bitch.”
“With the charges she’s facing, even a first-year law student would keep her away from any unnecessary legal proceeding. Especially family court.”
“You’d better be fucking right.”
“Even if they did file charges, I doubt there is a judge in California who wouldn’t dismiss the case immediately given the circumstances.”
He was right, I had absolutely nothing to worry about, other than the fact I was ready to commit multiple felonies over a ridiculous empty threat. I would have felt that way about anyone being unjustifiably threatened, right?
Unfortunately, I knew the answer was something to the effect of “Hell no.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Juli
Before Thomas, it had been quite a while since I’d been fucked hard enough to make sitting uncomfortable, but for the third, or fourth, time in a month, I found myself squirming in my chair. This time, I just happened to be sitting in one of the most expensive restaurants in Southern California.
Across from me, Marina hadn’t missed a thing. My first adjustment had her raising a brow in question. Realization dawned on her after the second. The third invoked some empathy. With every subsequent movement and wince, she fought back laughter.
If only she knew who had put me in such a state. Even with several hours of separation, I still had no idea what to think of the situation. I’d gone straight to my home office, made a few calls, and had dinner arranged before rush hour.
Brady was in town, and there was no way he hadn’t already had plans, but he and I both knew there was no way he’d miss taking another ride on the fame train.
The breakup rumors Finn had told me about turned out to be more saturated than the previous round, so we had to act quickly and up our game. Brady and I drew attention so Marina and Tate could slip into the restaurant unnoticed, but once we were all seated, we became fast and loose with their identities.
Even with the sky-high prices and a solid reputation, the establishment hadn’t afforded the rich and famous much privacy over the past few weeks. Speculation ran through the office that a server was selling cell phone pics to the tabloids, which was exactly why I chose the place.
With the rumors floating around, having them go out alone would seem too obvious since they were notorious homebodies. So I set up a double date, which would be a little more believable, even if it was with their publicist. Since Brady and I had already been seen in public together, he was the natural choice. As annoying as he and Saul had been, if I’d shown up with anyone else, it would’ve made me seem like the tramp that I was and the assumption would have rubbed off on my friends by association.
Since the moment the four of us settled at the table, Brady had constantly been touching me and moving too far into my personal space.
After we finished our appetizers, Brady, who was seated on my right, leaned in and nuzzled my ear. While the sensation of his warm breath on my neck would have dampened most women’s panties, as usual, it made me want to crawl out of my skin. Instead of jerking away, I turned to face him in an attempt to put a little bit of distance between us.
But it didn’t work. Instead of backing away to give me room as I shifted in my seat—which, of course, made me wince—he stayed still, leaving mere inches between our faces. In my peripheral vision, I caught Marina and Tate leaning in close, making lovey eyes at each other, and knew I couldn’t ruin the moment by pulling away.
Before I could figure out an escape route for my lips, Brady’s crashed into them, which ruined the scene in a different way.
Never having seen me do more than what was necessary to draw attention, my friends looked on in shock as Brady plundered my mouth. From my terrible angle, I couldn’t see them clearly, but Marina looked almost disgusted and Tate appeared as if he were about to Hulk-out on my dinner companion.
As I was trying to discreetly push him away without making any more of a scene, Brady was forcibly pulled off of me. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the now-quiet restaurant.
I freaked.
“Tate, no!” I couldn’t let him be involved in a fight, even if he was defending my honor. But as my brain attempted to sort out what was going on around me, I saw Tate still sitting next to Marina, looking concerned as well as mildly embarrassed.
Turning my attention to the scuffle, my heart beat double-time. Fear? Anger? Embarrassment? Lust? No way could it be lust. But as I heard, “Don’t you fucking touch her! She’s mine!” I didn’t have a say in the matter. At the sound of the possessive words, my poor, abused pussy was ready for another round.
Shaking off the disturbing nature of my thoughts, I got to my feet and tried to pull Thomas off of Brady. Short of flashing my tits in his face, there wasn’t anything I could physically do to get him to stop. Instead, I got as close to him as I safely could in the given situation and said, “What’s going to happen to your son if you go to jail?”
Brady’s body man sucked. Thomas had already begun to calm down by the time he came to break up the fight. Drew and Sam had come out of nowhere, flanking Marina and Tate before Thomas had laid a hand on Brady.
“You’re gonna pay for that, motherfucker!” Brady spat at Thomas. “I’m pressing charges!”
Getting between the two riled up men, I caught Brady’s eye and quietly said, in what I hoped was a menacing tone, “You will do no such thing. If you know what’s good for your career, you won’t even think of getting on my bad side. I don’t care how much your contract is worth to Tremont, I will ruin you.”
With an ugly snarl on his typically handsome face, he turned and let his bodyguard escort him from the premises.
“You guys should go home,” I said to my shell-shocked friends. “I have a big mess to clean up, and it’ll be best if we put a lid on the live action part of the evening.”
As Drew and Sam led them toward the kitchen to exit through the back door, I turned to Thomas. The heat of the moment was over, and whatever feelings I had were no longer of the sexy variety. “What the fuck was that!” I’d said those exact words to him three times in one day, but this time, I was fucking pissed.
“Hell if I know!” He had no right to be angry. Fucker.
Seeing someone had thrown a wad of cash on the table, I stormed out of the restaurant and headed to the valet stand to see about getting a cab. Before I could make my request, Thomas reached over my shoulder and handed a ticket and what appeared to be a few twenties to the attendant.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Thomas said, his mouth close to my ear. I hated that his proximity didn’t creep me out the way Brady’s had. “Thanks for looking out for me in there.”
Crossing my arms in a huff, I replied, “I did it for Colton.” Even though I knew Thomas wasn’t stupid enough to bring him along, my eyes instinctively looked for him anyway. “Where is he?”
“We were visiting my parents when he showed me a picture someone tweeted of you looking really uncomfortable. He’s still there.”
“You just left him there?”
“My parents don’t live very far from here, and he more or less shoved me out of the house.”
“Why would he do that?”
“If you haven’t noticed, he’s rather protective of you.” Looking away, Thomas added, “Apparently, he isn’t the only one.”
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nbsp; “I don’t need you to rescue me. I’m not a damsel in distress. He wasn’t hurting me.” I’d always taken care of myself just fine. Having Thomas swoop in like he thought he was a fucking superhero was irritating as fuck.
“I’m sorry. I know you can handle yourself—you’re the toughest chick I know—but I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching you, let alone the sight. When I saw you struggling, I wasn’t able to stop myself if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to.”
The valet pulled up with Thomas’s car. “Did you get a ride here?” When I nodded, he asked, “Will you let me drive you home? We can stop and pick up Colton so he can see for himself that you’re all right. I’m sure he’s seen the entire thing online by now.”
“Shit. I have to work.” Part of what made me excellent at my job was my ability to sit back and watch for a while. Jumping the second something happened—reacting before the entire picture came into focus—was never a good idea. Sometimes the wait was an hour, sometimes a day, sometimes a week. I could use my phone to keep an eye on things from anywhere, including Thomas’s car while he ran in to get Colton. “Okay.”
Fucking confused, I knew how I justified the act of getting into Thomas’s car, but I had no idea why I did it. We rode in silence for about ten minutes before pulling up in front of a rather large house.
“You ready?” he asked as he shifted the car into park.
“I’ll wait here.” Ready to check out the initial damage, I retrieved my phone from my purse and pulled up the web browser.
“You know he’s going to be loud and hyper when he sees you. If you come in, that energy will disburse throughout a large space. If you stay, it’ll be confined to this little car.”
“How about I get out and lean against the car while I wait?”
“How about you come in and wait in the foyer?”
“Why do you want me to come in so badly?”
The argument became moot when light flooded the front of the house and Colton bounded through the front door, immediately followed by a woman who appeared to be in her mid- to late-fifties.