Prisoner and Together: All of You series complete set

by Silvey, Melissa

  I just have to figure out which one did it. Which one of these monsters killed my baby sister?

  Tony

  God, my dick is sore. I can’t remember the last time I stayed up all night fucking. Me and the ex used to do it sometimes, when I’d return home from overseas. Now all I have to do to get another is kill someone in six days.

  It’s not murder, really. It’s self-defense. The other guy is trying to kill me. I’m just staying alive.

  What if it’s not with her? What if she’s already been released? I wonder, as I walk over to the toilet. I can’t even hold it to piss. It’s bright red, and it hurts like hell. But I can’t stop smiling. She was fantastic. She took the all-night fuck session like a champ. She didn’t cry, and she didn’t say no. But she wasn’t seductive. She didn’t want to be there, but she enjoyed it. I think. I hope. God, I fucking hope she enjoyed it.

  I don’t think she would have enjoyed it so much if she is a cop. She would have tried to talk me down. She would have tried to talk me out of it. She wouldn’t have rode it and sucked it like she hadn’t had a cock in years.

  Am I going to spend all day trying to analyze Lani Vaden? What kind of name is Vaden, anyway? Or am I going to go to sleep with a big smile on my face?

  I lay down on my cot, grinning, when I hear the hatch open. “Great fight last night, Roman.”

  “Thanks,” I say through a yawn.

  “You’re going to need this,” he says, and sends two breakfasts and a six pack of water through the hatch. “Congrats, from the warden. You made her a lot of money.”

  “Thanks,” I reply, as I grab up my food and water.

  “Start training. My money’s on you next week.”

  A few days ago I was contemplating losing on purpose. Now I have something to win for. I have something to live for. And her name is Lani.

  Lani

  “Vaden, turn around, put your hands behind your back, and walk toward me.” It doesn’t sound like Hughes. I feel like I just went to sleep. I thought they would at least let me fucking sleep, after what they put me through last night.

  “What the fuck?” I call out, from my cot.

  “Yea, she’s tired. She got the fucking of her life last night,” Sammy jokes from her bed above mine. But the truth is, I did.

  “Shut it, Smith,” the guard replies, harshly.

  “Hey, is Lucius really dead?” Sammy continues. I roll over then, and stand. I’ll leave, if for no other reason than to shut my cellmate up.

  “I said shut your fucking mouth, Smith,” the guard says. I get a good look at her. It’s not Hughes. She’s a short, black woman, much darker than Sammy. Her hair is slicked back in severe bun. Her eyes are darker than her skin. “Turn around, Vaden.”

  I do, and walk toward her. She clicks the cuffs into place tightly, too tight. She opens the door, and jerks me out before closing it. I don’t complain.

  “Listen here, Vaden. You keep your mouth shut about what you saw last night, you hear? You keep your mouth shut about what you saw, and what you did, and you and your fancy doctor will both leave here breathin’. You hear?”

  “I hear,” I reply. She’s not wearing a name tag. Shit, that’s bad. She doesn’t want me to know who she is.

  “Good,” she says, and opens a door that says Medical. She unlocks my cuffs. Doctor Dad is waiting inside. For the first time since I was old enough to know what sex was, I don’t think about fucking him. He looks bland, and kinda like a pansy. Jesus, what the fuck? One night with a bronzed Roman god and I think my hot step-dad is… just average? Damn.

  The guard stays in the room with us. I can’t say anything about my adventures. “How are you, Lani?” He asks when he sees me. He gazes long and hard into my eyes. Does he know? Can he see something’s different about me? “Your cheeks look flushed, and your eyes are sparkling. Have you eaten today?” He touches my forehead, and frowns.

  “Yes, Doctor…” I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from adding dad. “Foster. I had a good breakfast of eggs, toast, and oj.” I say it with a firm nod.

  He stares at me for several moments longer, trying to gauge my level of honesty. Then he looks over at the guard, who is watching him like a hawk. Not only does she not want me to know who she is, she doesn’t want Doctor Dad to know either. Hell.

  “Let’s test your blood sugar.” He opens his doctor’s bag, and pulls out one of the monitors. He warned me he’d probably have to use it, but I told him to do it. It stings when he pricks my finger, and I gasp loudly. “It’s good. It’s ninety-nine. It’s on the high side, but you probably won’t need the insulin today.” I wish I could tell him to give me a sedative, so I can sleep through Sammy’s chattering. “Make sure she gets some extra bottled water,” he says to the guard, and she nods.

  “Thanks, Doctor Foster. Tell my dad I’m fine.” I know he won’t. He won’t tell my mom anything either. This is our little secret.

  “Okay, Lani. Will do. I’ll be back in three days, okay?” I nod. The guard slaps the cuffs on my wrists again, too tight, and leads me and Doctor Dad out of the room. She points out the exit for Doctor Dad, then she takes me back to my cell.

  “Your doctor is hot. You ever thought about hitting that?” She actually sounds like a human being when she asks it.

  “All the time,” I answer honestly. I’m reminded again how much I hate the smell of bleach. She shoves me back in the cell, then removes the cuffs.

  As she walks off, the voice in the next cell yells out, “You stay quiet, Sammy.”

  I crawl into my cot, and close my eyes. Sammy moves around, but remains quiet. The buzzer sounds, and everyone heads out to the rec room. I stay in my bed. If they complain, they can kiss my ass. At least I don’t have to listen to Sammy.

  I can’t stop thinking about him. I practically cried when I had to pee, it hurt so bad. I wish I could have told Doctor Dad. I probably need a morning after pill or something. I mean, he only used the condom the first time. He pulled out a few times after that. But we continued to have sex. How the hell that man came that many times, I’ll never know. He must not have masturbated as long as he’s been incarcerated or something.

  My pussy muscles clench when I think about him jerking off. I inhale loudly. Fuck, that hurts. But it feels damn good too. I wonder what he’d look like without the beard. I wonder what he’d look like in a suit and tie. Or fatigues. I bet he was a soldier, he looks like a soldier. Jesus, if he was a soldier, I bet he had girls throwing themselves at him. I bet he got more pussy than ten normal guys put together. Hell, he probably did two at a time. That’s probably how he lasted so long. He was good too. He didn’t just take his orgasms, he knew how to give them too. He ate my pussy better than any girl ever has. And he didn’t have to do that. He could have just made me suck his cock.

  My muscles clench again, and I roll over onto my back. Damn, he was huge. He had to be six and a half feet tall, and as wide as a Mack truck. His thighs were as big as my waist. And his ass was perfect. I’ve never seen an ass like that, except for this hockey player I fucked once on Spring Break.

  He was wearing fucking grey prison issue scrubs, and he smelled like sweat. He probably hadn’t shaved in over a year, and I can’t quit thinking about his dick. It is long, but not veiny. And the head was super sensitive, especially after we’d done it a couple of times. He enjoyed hitting my g-spot almost as much as I did. His dirty talk turned me on as much as his body did. And his voice, rich and smooth and so fucking sure of himself. Soldier, definitely. I want to see him in his uniform.

  I roll over onto my side, and stretch out. I rub my thighs together tightly, until my pussy walls are so tight they hurt. I smile at the pain. Are you gonna come for me? He asked. Yes, I’m gonna come again, laying in my cell. I’m gonna come for him again. My muscles clench, then contract. Fucking sexy ass prisoner. Damn.

  Tony

  “Lunch, Roman,” the guard yells out as he opens my hatch. I roll over on the cot, and smile. I send my breakfast tr
ay through, and grab my lunch tray. I smile as I eat. I smile when I lay back down on my cot. I can’t stop fucking smiling. If I die on Saturday, at least I’ll die happy. I wonder what Lani’s doing. I bet she’s sleeping. I curl up on the cot, and close my eyes. I can picture every muscle on her beautiful body. If I’m lucky enough to see her again, I will lick every inch of it, from her ears to her toes. What color were her nipples? Damn, I didn’t even get a good look at her tits, I was too busy looking at her beautiful face and her pretty green eyes. I should turn in my man card just for that.

  But I haven’t showered, and I might not for days. I can still smell her delicious pussy on my fingers. I place my hands over my face, and inhale deeply.

  When I see her again, I’m going to spend an hour just looking at and playing with her tits.

  If…

  If I see her again.

  Chapter Eight

  Lani

  “Vaden, wake up. Jesus, was he that good?” It’s Sammy, returning from rec time. Damn, it’s almost dinner. I slept through lunch, and my stomach growls to remind me. I roll over, and groan loudly. My head is killing me. I feel like I drank all night.

  “He was pretty fucking awesome,” I say, then regret it. The voice in the other cell might hear. I don’t know why I don’t want her to hear, but I know I don’t.

  “When I spent the night with Lucius, we did it twice. In one night. Can you believe that?” Sammy asks excitedly.

  “Unbelievable,” I reply. “Really, I can’t believe that. Twice huh?” I have to pee, and using the bathroom with Sammy in the room is still the worst part about being in jail. And peeing while grimacing will make it that much worse.

  I try really hard not to show any discomfort, but of course she notices, and comments loudly, “Hey, did he give you an STD?”

  “God, I hope not,” I state, but I can’t know for sure. Now that Sammy’s mentioned it, I can’t stop thinking about it. And then there’s the fact that babies come from unprotected sex too, and I do not need one of those. The last thing I want is a baby with the prisoner I had a one night stand with.

  When the doors are opened up for dinner, I stop by the guard station. Hughes is there. Although I don’t like her, and I don’t like the position she put me in, she is familiar, and she knows what happened last night. “Hughes, is there any way I can get a morning after pill, or something?”

  “I’ll take you to the nurse after dinner, and we’ll see what we can do.” Hughes doesn’t seem nearly as pissy as she usually does. Is it because I didn’t freak out, like I’m sure Addison did? Maybe it’s because I didn’t say anything to Doctor Dad. I don’t know. I head to dinner like everyone else, and then Hughes takes me to the door labeled Medical.

  A nurse inside doesn’t question me. She has two paper cups in front of her, and a cup of water. Hughes must have already warned her about what I needed. One she hands to me, and says, “This is the Plan B pill.” I look down into the cup, and for a second I think about not taking it. Then I put it in my mouth, and swallow. I take a drink of the water. “This is a set of antibiotics. I’ll give you another after dinner tomorrow.” I don’t have to think about taking those. I swallow them, then finish off the water.

  “He was given protection,” the nurse states. “Next time, tell him to use it. I can’t give you another morning after pill next week. Have you thought about the birth control pill?”

  “We did it more than once. And I’m allergic to the pill,” I say shyly.

  Why am I suddenly shy about sex? Actually, I don’t talk about it, I just do it. I don’t even talk about it with my doctor. I haven’t needed the pill. I haven’t had a relationship with a man for two years, until I started sleeping with Barrett three months ago. And when we have sex, he wears a condom. God, has it only been three months that I’ve been fucking Barrett and I’m already bored? And, I mean, after sex with Tony, going back to the boring affair with Barrett probably isn’t going to happen. I’ll have to find a huge professional wrestler type with a big dick, who likes to fuck all night and give multiple orgasms. I mean, shouldn’t be hard, right?

  “He was given two condoms,” the nurse says. “I think he was given two.”

  “We did it more than twice,” I inform her, and I frown. Why the fuck is she judging me? She’s condoning rape, just like everyone else in this facility. Then I close my eyes, and remember Sammy saying how excited she was to be chosen. Is she the only one? Maybe some of these girls want to be taken to the men’s prison to have sex. God knows, I expect to go next Saturday. Then I look up at her, and my eyes grow wide.

  What happens if he doesn’t ask for me again?

  “I’ll make sure he has enough condoms next time. I can get you a barrier method too. If you’re interested.” She’s so business-like. But of course, this is her business, taking care of a jail full of female prisoners, and expecting that one of them, one night a week, will be having sex. Does she not feel bad about it at all?

  “If there’s a next time. I mean, he might not even ask for me,” I say.

  That is comforting, although I’ve never used an IUD. Maybe I’ll be okay for a month. Or maybe it won’t work at all. Maybe I’ll leave jail pregnant. But no one knows I’m in jail but Jamie, Constance, and Doctor Dad, so Mom will just think I got a wild hair up my ass while spending the month in Cancun. That would explain why the baby might come out brown. Jesus I’m thinking too much about this. She brings me a small plastic box, which I assume contains some sort of barrier method contraceptive. I don’t open it, and I probably won’t open it.

  “Thanks,” I say, and take it quickly. Then she hands me a pack of pads. I know what this means. I’ll probably bleed because of the morning after pill.

  “Be safe next time.” She says it as she points toward Hughes, who leads me to the common room. The girls are watching some action movie. I sit in one of the chairs toward the back of the room, and begin to worry. The worry is making my head hurt, and it’s making me nauseous. Less than an hour into the movie, I’m running toward the bathroom.

  Tony

  I wake up and my dick is hard. I’d basically forgotten that it was even there after a few years in prison. I mean, sure I masturbated in the beginning of the sentence, but after a while it lost its appeal. There were times that I could have gotten blow jobs from the other prisoners, but I’m not into guys, not even as a port in a storm.

  But Lani is just my type. From her reddish brown hair, to her bright green eyes, she’s better than a perfect ten. She’s at least a fifteen. And her pussy is to die for, or in my case, to kill for. I pull up the elastic waistband of my gray cotton pants, and glance down at my hard cock.

  “So, I guess you liked her too, huh?” Yea, I’m talking to my dick. It’s not like I have anyone else to talk to. At least it doesn’t answer back.

  Lani

  Two days later, they take me to the medical room after lunch. Doctor Dad is waiting for me. Again, I gaze at him with fresh eyes, and wonder what I ever saw in him. Yes, I’m still thinking about Tony’s dick. Yes, I might be whipped. Fucking sue me.

  “How are you feeling today, Lani?” he asks as soon as he sees me.

  “I’m fine,” I reply with a shrug. He stares at me closely again, really surveying my face with his ice blue eyes. He doesn’t believe me. “I’m fine, really.” I had a headache and was nauseous all day yesterday, and stayed in bed most of the day. The nurse told me that was to be expected after the pill she gave me, then handed me some over the counter pain reliever. She wasn’t even nice about it.

  “Have you been eating?” he asks me. Yesterday I didn’t eat anything, but this morning I was starving. I nod. “Give me your finger.” I extend my hand, and he pricks my finger quickly. “It’s eighty. It’s a little low, you don’t need insulin today. He looks over at the black, nameless guard. “Make sure she has extra bottled water, and some fresh fruit,” he orders. She nods. “Can I speak to my patient alone?”

  “I can’t allow that,” she says.


  “I’m fine, really, Doctor Foster. Tell my dad I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about,” I assure him. I don’t know what he sees in my eyes, maybe it’s the worry about being pregnant, or the fact that I still have no idea who killed Addy.

  “Okay, Lani. I’ll check back in a few days,” he states, as he gathers his things.

  Nameless escorts us out of the room, and points Doctor Dad toward the exit. “Good job in there, Vaden. I almost believed you.”

  “I’m fine, really,” I say a bit too forcefully. I take a breath, and tone it down. “It was the effects of the pill, that’s all. I’m fine now.”

  “Good. Keep your attitude in check, and you might get your visit on Saturday after all.” She takes me to the gym, and leaves me with the other prisoners and guards. Great, now they’re going to make my visit to have sex a into some kind of reward. What if he doesn’t ask for me? What if he wants a different girl like Lucius? What if Tony doesn’t win, and they give me to someone I don’t want to have sex with?

  What if Tony doesn’t win? What if he loses, and he dies? I might watch Tony die in just a few days.

  It doesn’t matter if I don’t know the specific person who murdered my sister. I know the motive. I’ll have to go see my contact at the FBI. My ex-boyfriend. Nothing is going right with this fucking plan. Why the hell did I think going to jail would be a good idea?

  I climb on a treadmill, and begin running. I don’t stop until it’s time for dinner.