“Jesus, babe, you’re killing me. I’ve got to work on something with Lily this afternoon but I’m gonna get you home first.”
“When we get home, can’t you stay just a few minutes?” she pleaded, looking up at him with a devilish smile on her face.
“Suzy, your pregnancy hormones are working overtime,” he joked, pulling her hand from his crotch. “I’m not complaining, but I’ve gotta get my dick under control before we walk out of this room.”
Twenty minutes later as they walked through the apartment door, Suzanne began stripping as she tossed clothes onto the floor on her way to the bedroom. BJ followed her lead, jerking his shirt over his head and adding it to the pile. Right on her heels, they just made it to the bedroom as they were both naked. She lay down on the bed, lifting her arms as she bared all for his eyes.
He stood for a second looking down at his woman. Ebony hair flowing across the pillows. Her lush breasts were already becoming larger while her stomach was only showing the earliest hint of roundness. The dark curls at the apex of her thighs beckoned him and as she spread her legs apart, her glistening sex had his cock painfully erect.
Sliding between her thighs, he latched on to her glistening sex with his mouth, licking until she was writhing beneath him. Plunging his tongue inside, he reached one hand up over her stomach, splaying his fingers out over their baby’s resting place. His hand continued its path upward until he palmed her breast and began to roll the nipple.
She bucked up off of the bed as his warm mouth latched onto her clit, deeply sucking. The coil deep inside was tightening and as he continued to lick and suck, she felt herself fly apart, screaming his name.
His hand left her breast and he grasped her hips, lifting her as he lapped her juices. Moving over her, he was careful to keep his weight on his arms as his lips sought her nipples. Sucking deeply he nipped and soothed both equally, drawing them up to rigid points.
The electric jolt shot straight from her nipples to her womb causing it to contract from the contact. Moaning, she lifted her hips, desperate for him to be inside.
“I need you. Now,” she pleaded.
He continued to tease her nipples, before sliding up to latch his lips onto hers. Plunging his tongue deep inside, he tasted her sweetness as he searched each crevice. Their tongues began to duel as though each vying for dominance. He slid his hand between her legs, not surprised to find her soaked for him.
“You know I’m ready. I’m always ready,” she complained. “Hurry.”
He answered her by moving the tip of his cock to her entrance. Looking down into her blue eyes, he smiled. Fuckin’ beautiful. Sliding into her warmth, he leaned in to kiss her again, this time plunging his tongue with the same rhythm as he was plunging into her pussy. Her walls immediately began to contract and he knew her release was imminent.
She grabbed his ass with her fingers, digging in as though to force him to move faster, deeper. With only a few more strokes, she was thrown over the edge crying out his name. The orgasm rocked through her leaving her breathless.
He pulled out, much to her dismay, and rolled her to her side. Positioning himself behind her, he entered her from behind. Her body quickly welcomed him from this position and with his arms wrapped around her holding her breasts, he began pounding her again. His fingers tweaked her nipples and she felt herself climbing to the edge once more.
“You close, baby,” he panted in her ear.
“Yeah, baby, yeah.”
Plunging in as deep as he could go he felt his balls tighten, and then he pushed in to the hilt as his hot seed poured into her. Just as he was emptying himself, he felt her pussy walls clench around his cock, milking every drop from him.
They lay panting, trying to catch their breaths as he released her breasts and wrapped his arms around her body tighter. Pulling her back against his chest, he threw one leg over hers, cocooning her in his embrace.
When he could finally speak, all he could manage to get out was, “Damn girl.”
Her giggles shook her body as it was tucked next to his. He felt her laughter through his chest. Kissing the top of her head he said, “Suzy girl, as much as I hate to do this, I’ve gotta get back to work. I promised Tony that I’d work with Lily this afternoon.”
“Mmmm,” was her reply.
“You take a nap and stay in. Got it?”
“Okay honey. I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.
By the time he gathered his clothes dropped throughout the apartment and had gotten dressed, she was fast asleep. Tucking her in and kissing her forehead, he set the security system and headed out of the door.
Chapter 23
Jorge sat at the bar in Club Edge watching the door and checking his watch. “The bitch had better not be late,” he muttered. The club was mostly empty, the cocktail hour had not started. Just then, he heard the front door open and in walked Charisse. Busty and leggy, in a dress that left little to the imagination, he knew exactly why Marcel had put her pussy on a pedestal. Fuckin’ gorgeous and worked it well. If she could have stayed away from the coke, Marcel would’ve kept her in style for a long time. Probably set for life, even when her body was no longer young and beautiful. She would’ve had enough to set herself up somewhere real nice. But…hell, what did he care? She was desperate and he was just the man to use her for whatever he could get out of her.
He stood and barely nodded for her to follow, but she quickly acquiesced. Sliding into a booth, he motioned for her to sit across from him. She licked her lips but waited before speaking.
His eyes flickered to the strippers practicing on the stage then back to her. Her ample breasts looked natural spilling out of her top and she would be fabulous on the stage. The thought of getting her to perform flashed through his mind which was always on the lookout for more ways to make money. Lifting his eyes from her breasts he met hers, noting that she smirked at the knowledge that he was ogling her tits.
“You got something for me?” he growled.
“Yeah. My sister.”
Seeing the interest flash through his eyes, she continued. “I hear Marcel wants a piece of my virgin sister. For his own. No way she can keep him interested. But the two of us? He could have us both. He can pound her tight pussy and have me to do all the things that he likes to do.”
“I don’t need you to get your sister. I can snatch her anytime I want and I’ll let you know that Marcel is wanting her badly, so that’s gonna happen real soon.”
“She’s street smart though. I can get her easy. Make a phone call. Tell her how sorry I am we parted on bad terms. She’ll run right to me. Wherever I want to meet. No snatching her in a grocery store parking lot.”
“I’m listening.”
“You tell me where you want her, just don’t make it an obvious dive. I’ll get her there.”
Jorge nodded. This was easier than he thought.
“And I want in as well,” she added. “I want you to get Marcel to take me back too. Tell him he gets the sisters. Together. All the sister pussy he can handle.”
“What makes you think your sister’ll go along with this.”
Charisse snorted. “I’ve seen some of the skanks around. Give them enough drugs and they’ll fuck a dozen guys for the money.” Looking away for a second, as though lost in memories, she suddenly turned back. “So we got a deal? You get Marcel’s favor, he gets double pussy, and I get my position back.”
“I need more than just Marcel’s undying love,” Jorge added sarcastically. “I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” she asked.
“All you have to do is make a phone call. Do and say exactly what I tell you and I’ll make sure you get all of Marcel’s attention.”
Licking her lips, this time in anticipation, she nodded emphatically. “Deal,” she said triumphantly.
Standing, she walked around to his side of the booth and leaned over to kiss his cheek. One breast slipped out of her low top, leaving her distended nipple right at his face. Giggling, she
tucked herself back in. Glancing over her shoulder as she walked away, she winked.
Jorge watched her as she left the building. Fuckin’ cunt tease. She’ll learn. She’ll learn. Standing, he nodded to the bartender as he left the building as well. Time to set things in place. The next fight was going to bring him fortune. Devil’s Spawn was ready and he had every intention of cashing in on his dog’s blood lust.
* * *
Charisse placed the call and begged Sherrie’s forgiveness. “It just didn’t seem like Christmas without seeing you at all,” she complained. “Please meet up with me. I have a surprise I want to give you.”
The next day found Sherrie driving to meet with her sister at a little café. Finding the address, she was surprised to be able to find parking right in front. Glancing around, she realized that there were few shops open with several in the area boarded up. Looking through her passenger window, she could see that the café was open and seemed to be in business.
Walking through the door, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Seeing Charisse sitting at a table she walked toward her. Before she reached the table, she was grabbed from behind and felt a prick in her neck. Her struggles lasted for just a few seconds as her limbs began to feel heavy and she felt hands holding her firmly. Her last sight was seeing Jorge standing next to her sister smiling at her.
“Wha hav you done, Charisss?” she slurred before losing consciousness altogether.
“That feel good? Seeing sis on the floor?” Jorge growled in Charisse’s ear.
Fighting to keep a smile on her face, she replied, “Sure. Of course.” Her eyes darted back to her beautiful sister slumped unceremoniously on the floor of the dirty café, but the smile was no longer on her face.
Jorge barked at the man standing over her with a hypodermic needle in his hand. “Bring her. And don’t damage the merchandise.” Then he turned and walked out of the door.
Charisse followed, but couldn’t help but glance at the brute bending over to pick Sherrie up. “Be careful with her,” she warned, suddenly filled with fear. Then she hurried out to follow Jorge. She had struck a bargain with the devil and Jorge was not a man to keep waiting.
* * *
BJ and Lily were running the background checks on the names that Shane had given them as well as the software engineers that she had listed.
“Here’s the one I was talking about. His name is Charles Ritchner. He had a job right out of college but it looks like he quit about four months ago. Since then, he’s had no job but he’s regularly putting in a lot of money in his bank account.”
“What else have you got on him,” BJ asked.
Continuing to search, Lily replied, “Um, let’s see. He has a good credit rating, which is interesting since he has no official job. He’s paid off his car. Has no student loans.”
“Dig deeper. What about family?”
“His parents are both dead. He and a brother were raised by their uncle.”
“Anything else? Anything at all that would give Matt and Shane a reason to question him?”
“Wow, this is interesting.”
BJ turned from his computer and looked over her shoulder. “What is?”
“His uncle is a veterinarian.”
Just then Tony walked in with Gabe. “You all found anything yet? Shane’s on the phone and is chomping at the bit to get moving. He says they’ve run into a dead end with the names that you gave them but figured you have access to more data.”
“She may have something. Charles Ritchner was raised by his uncle who was a veterinarian,” BJ replied.
“Who is he?”
“Oh, Jesus.” Lily turned her eyes up to the men standing around. “The uncle’s name is Dr. Marker. He’s retired but owns the ER Veterinary clinic right down the road from Annie.” Continuing her search with shaky fingers, she added, “And his brother is Ralph Ritchner.”
“Ralphie,” BJ stated. “That’s who Suzanne went to see. The one who blamed the clinic errors in filing the city’s paperwork on Dr. Ketchum.”
“Well, we don’t know that he wasn’t right, but I’m calling Shane right now.”
“BJ,” Lily said, turning her eyes up to him. “Dr. Marker has serious money problems. Creditors have been hounding him for the past two years. It looks like most of his money was gone until about three months ago and he’s been adding some back into his account.”
Tony had already relayed the information to Shane and Matt. They were going to have Ralph and Charles brought in for questioning.
BJ quickly said, “I’m heading to Dr. Marker to see if I can get any information.” Leaning over, he kissed Lily on the cheek. “Good work, darlin’!”
Tony looked down at Lily and smiled. “I concur with BJ – good work. Hate to dump more on you but can you try to see what intel you can get on the next fight?”
“On it, chief,” she replied with a smile.
* * *
The clinic had a busy morning as clients seemed to all want to be seen before the change of ownership. Suzanne had finished with her last client and was in the back completing a final inventory. Unfortunately for her, she was stuck with Phil’s company. The details of the ownership transfer included Annie selling the entire inventory of equipment and supplies, so he and Suzanne were checking everything twice. As she moved around the lab, he couldn’t help but notice how delectable she looked in her tiger-print scrubs.
“I guess you’re about ready to move in and take over, aren’t you?” she asked, trying to make polite conversation.
“Yeah, I’m ready. I’ve had a couple of interviews for staff and figure that by the first of January, I’ll have a receptionist and a vet tech. That will do to get started.” Looking over at her, he couldn’t help but ask once again, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
Standing up and putting her hands on her hips, she was just about to retort when her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. Pursing her lips at Phil, she answered her phone.
“Is this Ms. McDonald?” a pleasant woman’s voice sounded.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’m one of the workers at the Safe Haven House and I got your number from Dwayne Johnson. He and his brother are here and I thought I should try to get hold of someone.”
“What’s wrong? Why are they there and not with their mother?”
“She’s at work and the boys showed up here. They said they wanted to play with the other children that they met here.”
“Oh,” Suzanne said, still confused. I thought Tony had someone keeping an eye on them at the secure apartment.
“And since he’s been here, Chuckie has been throwing up. I can’t get hold of his mother and Dwayne said that you’d be the next one to call. I really think that someone needs to come get them right away.”
“Oh, of course. Yes. Um, tell them I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she agreed, disconnecting the call.
“Everything okay?” Phil asked.
“Um, no actually. I need to go and pick up a friend’s child who has gotten sick.” She turned around, then looked at him. “Oh my gosh, we were still inventorying.”
“No, don’t worry about it. You need to go.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t drive today. BJ dropped me off and is picking me up.”
“I’ll take you,” Phil volunteered. “You need to go and I can’t inventory by myself so I might as well make sure you get to your destination.”
She eyed him suspiciously, but his face held nothing but sincerity. “Let me call BJ first and then I’ll meet you out front.”
Phil went to let Leon and Annie know what they were going to do while Suzanne tried to get BJ. His phone went straight to voicemail. Leaving him a message, she hung up. Grabbing her purse, she headed out front to meet up with Phil.
* * *
Sherrie began to come out of what felt like a deep sleep. She was vaguely aware of lying on something soft. Her head felt fuzzy and her mouth felt dry. It was hard to open her eyes
, but she knew that she must. Forcing her body to sit up, she weaved a bit before being able to focus on her surroundings. Where am I? What happened?
Rubbing her hand across her face, she slowly began to remember. The café. Meeting Charisse. Jorge! Oh my God. My own sister turned on me. Looking around, she saw that she was in an opulent bedroom lying on a huge bed. Silk sheets had been covering her and she looked down in gratitude seeing that she was still wearing her clothes. Taking deep breaths, she tried to clear her head by forcing oxygen in and out of her lungs. Seeing what looked like a bathroom, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and came to a wobbly standing position. Slowly making her way to the bathroom, she was grateful to use the facilities and then drink a large glass of water. With each breath, moving around, and the water, her head began to clear.
Hearing voices in the distance she crept softly to the bedroom door and tried the doorknob. Much to her relief it turned. Opening it slowly, she peered out and saw a long hall with a well-lit staircase at the end. The voices were coming from downstairs.
Looking around, she realized that she did not have her purse or cell phone with her. She also did not see a land-line phone in the room. Damn. I’ve got to get out of here. She was about to go to the window, when she heard her sister’s voice. Charisse!
“I did everything you asked. What do you mean that I’m not staying?” she screeched.
“I have no idea what deal you made with Jorge, but I’m telling you that you’re not staying. I’ve got what I want and you are most certainly not part of the package.”
“I brought my sister to you. I did that. Me. I hand delivered her right to Jorge. Just for you. But the deal was that you’d have both of us. Marcel baby, I want to come back and I know I can make you happy,” Charisse whined.
The voices became lower and Sherrie had to strain to hear them.
“Do you know what is amazing to me, Charisse? You still don’t get it. You didn’t offer your sister up to me out of loyalty to me. You certainly have no loyalty to your own flesh and blood. No, you did this for your own selfish reasons. What did Jorge promise? Hmm? More coke? No more johns? A chance to be back at my house as my mistress? Whatever he promised, those words did not come from me. And I only reward loyalty.”
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