Sly: Jagged Edge Series #4

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by A. L Long


  Drinking the last of my beer, I tried to digest how my father got caught up with Carlos. It could have been that he was in the right place at the right time to witness both deaths. He was there for a reason. I just wasn’t sure why.

  Pushing from the counter, I walked back to the bedroom to find Nikki drying her hair with a towel. The only thing she had on was a pair of lacy panties and one of my t-shirts that hung to the middle of her toned thighs. The minute she bent over, my dick got so hard, I thought it was going to burst right out of my jeans. She had the nicest ass I had ever seen. There was no way I could resist her anymore. Moving behind her, I placed my hands on her hips. Her body flew upward in surprise, causing her tight little ass to rub against my hard cock. Turning her head, she caught the look on my face and wrapped her arms around my neck. My head fell to her shoulder, taking in the scent of her freshly washed hair. God, how I loved the smell of her. Focusing in on her chest, the thin material of my t-shirt displayed the perfection of her nipples as they brushed against the material.

  Lowering my hands from her hips, I took hold of her shirt and lifted up over her damp hair. The way her hair flowed down her back made me want to take her even more. I thought about running my hands through the soft curls and gripping it between my fingers while I pressed my cock deep inside her.

  When her head fell back against my chest, I could only kiss the soft flesh of her neck before spinning her around and lifting her completely off the floor. With a hunger I didn’t know existed, I pressed her body against the wall and within seconds my mouth was devouring every inch of her velvety skin.

  I could hear her small whimpers of pleasure as her hands glided through my hair, pulling me closer to her body. Releasing one of my hands from holding her, I reached for my zipper and worked my pants down my legs. There was no way I was about to let go of her, so the cute skimpy panties she had on tore in two as I ripped them from her body.

  My finger could feel her wetness as I slipped it inside her slick pussy. The hold she had on my finger told me that she was close. Lapping up her juices, I removed my finger from inside her and brought it to her lips. Her lips parted, sucking and licking every drop.. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, watching her sweet mouth move in such an enticing way.

  Lowering her to the floor, I took hold of her waist and gently turned her around so that she was now facing the wall. With her ass bare and ready for me, I couldn’t help but plant my open hand on the smooth white flesh that was destined to be a pretty shade of pink. I heard a small groan, but knew it was from pleasure and not pain. By the time I had finished spanking her, the color of her ass was a dark shade of pink. It was beautiful. The last woman I spanked didn’t take it as well. Matter of fact, she ended up slapping me across the face.

  Smiling to myself, I slowly entered Nikki, watching her honey coat my cock. The way her ass looked and the way my cock glistened was such a turn-on. Pushing to her center, I could feel her walls begin to tense. The tight grip she had on me was going to take me before I was ready. Licking my finger, I followed the curve of her ass and slid my finger between her cheeks until I found her tight pucker. With the tip of my finger, I began working it inside the tight hole. Feeling her body tense, I leaned over and whispered, “Relax, baby, I got this.”

  Feeling her relax, I continued slowly pushing my finger inside. “God, you’re so tight, baby,” I announced, with a sigh of satisfaction.

  “Sly,” I heard her whisper.

  With my cock buried deep inside her and my finger planted in her tight ass, it made her even tighter as I inched my way deeper. Grasping her hip with my free hand, I used her hips as I dominated her movements, while guiding her body back as I propelled further inside. Her hips began moving more freely, accepting me. Seated fully within her walls, a moan of pleasure filled the space as her release took over. With the warmth of her juices coating my cock, the need to let go hit me like a tornado. My body shook with force, sending me in an upward spiral, leaving only the feeling of pure ecstasy in its wake.

  Working up an appetite, we finished off two frozen pizzas. Once our bellies were full, at least Nikki’s was since she ate most of it herself, we headed back to the bedroom for round two. I was right behind her as the soft sound of knocking came from the front door. Leaving to check the door, I turned to her and asked, “I wonder who that could be?”

  Nikki shrugged her shoulders and headed to the bedroom. Waiting until she was gone, I reached into the drawer of the end table where I had placed the gun that Peter gave me. I had no way of knowing who was on the other side other than to ask, “Who’s there?”

  When there was no answer, I checked the deadbolt to make sure it was locked. Backing away from the door. I headed to the kitchen to the door that led to the back of the house. Carefully opening it so Nikki wouldn’t hear, I stepped outside and headed around the side of the house to see if I could tell who was at the front door. Peeking around the corner of the porch, my eyes stilled with surprise. Never in a million years did I expect to see what I did.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Nikki

  “Sly, you can’t leave him out there. He’ll die,” I pleaded.

  “Baby, you don’t know where he has been and what he might be carrying. He could be infested with disease or something,” Sly argued.

  “I don’t care, I'm bringing him in.” There was no way I was going to leave a defenseless animal out in the dark, cold and maybe hurt.

  Grabbing a blanket from the bedroom closet, I headed to the front door. It didn’t surprise me that Sly was right behind me. When I opened the door, the poor little guy was looking up at me with the saddest eyes any dog could lay upon you. Lifting him from the porch, I held on to him as I wrapped his body in the blanket. Setting him on the chair, I went to the kitchen to get him some water.

  Placing the bowl on the floor, I took him from the chair and placed him in front of the water. It didn’t take him long before he was drinking the water, “Take it easy, little guy. You’re going to make yourself sick,” I said softly as I pet his matted fur.

  I think Sly must have thought I was nuts, talking to a dog who had no idea what I was saying. It didn’t matter that the little dog couldn’t understand me, he knew I was there to help him by the tone of my voice, and that was all that mattered.

  As I was taking care of the little dog, which I had no idea of even the breed, Sly was in the kitchen. It was when I smelled the scent of eggs that I realized he was making something for the dog to eat. I knew he wasn’t as heartless as he pretended to be. He cared for the little dog as much as I did. Bringing a plate with a good portion of scrambled eggs on it, Sly placed it on the floor beside his bowl of water. At first the dog just looked up at Sly with sad eyes and then over to me. Taking a little of the egg in my hand, I held it out for him and waited for him to take it from me. When he finally did, he ate it all and continued licking my hand.

  As we sat watching the little dog consume the food, my heart broke not knowing how long he had been alone out there. Lost with nowhere to go. My thoughts were broken when Sly picked up the empty plate and headed to the kitchen. I knew it had to be getting late. I pet the little guy one more time before I stood and folded the blanket so that he would have a comfortable place to sleep.

  As we got ready for bed, I peeked out the door to make sure the little dog was okay. I could see that he was laying on the blanket. For a moment I thought he might have passed away, but he adjusted his position and fell back to sleep. Knowing that he was okay, I walked over to the bed where Sly was already pulling back the comforter. Sliding in beside him, he pulled me closer to his side and said softly, “That dog is going to need a name if you are planning on keeping it. He is also going to need some real food and care.”

  I didn’t say a word, I only rolled over and kissed Sly, basically thanking him for understanding how I felt. Tomorrow the little dog would have a name and get checked out. But most of all, he would be loved.

  ~****~

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sp; I tried tugging the covers up over my shoulders, but was unable to move them. It was like they might have been caught under something. Lifting my head, I found out what was preventing me from getting the covers. It was white and brown, very furry, and weighed about twenty pounds, with the cutest puppy eyes I had ever seen. The dog must have sensed that I was awake, because he began slowly inching his body up the bed until his head was resting on my pillow. There was a slight groan from Sly that I had never heard before. I suspected it was because the dog was now separating us and taking up most of the room on the bed.

  I wasn’t sure how the poor thing got up on the bed in the first place, being in the frail condition he was in last night, but he seemed like a normal, healthy dog. I could tell that Sly wasn’t very happy sharing the bed with a dog.

  Looking over at Sly, I thought of a name that would fit this perfect little guy. “Romeo,” I said with excitement.”

  “What?” Sly asked.

  “Romeo. That’s what his name is. It fits him perfectly, don’t you think?”

  “I think ‘Pain in the ass’ is a more suitable name for the little mutt,” Sly admitted.

  “Don’t say that, he can understand you,”

  “Right,” Sly replied, moving to the edge of the bed. “I need some coffee.”

  I knew Sly wasn’t happy about the fact that Romeo was making himself at home on our bed. I was pretty sure it was a one-time thing. Scooting off of the bed, I looked behind me to find that Romeo had jumped off as well. His little body rubbed up against my leg like he was telling me something. Putting on a pair of pants, I headed to the front of the house to take Romeo outside to do his thing. It was amazing how much better he looked from last night. I was beginning to think that he might have just been hungry and weak from no food or water in his body.

  As I waited for for Romeo to do his thing, I heard the front door open. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Sly standing there holding two cups of coffee. Handing one to me, he stood beside me as I took a sip of the hot liquid. It tasted better than any coffee at the Happy Cow. It was then that it dawned on me that I did it again. I took off without letting Erin know where I was going. There was no way I was ever going to keep my job. I was unreliable.

  Watching Romeo sniff around the dirt, Sly said, “We should probably think about getting him some food and to a vet.”

  I was pretty much in agreement with him. Calling Romeo, we went back into the house. Sly and I decided it would be quicker to take a shower together, only it didn’t happen that way. With his hands all over my body and mine all over his, it was no surprise that we ended up having a quickie. It was only after Sly turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain that he saw Romeo sitting on the tile floor looking right at him. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that Romeo was jealous of Sly. I pushed away the thought and hurried out of the shower, dried myself off, and hurried into the bedroom to put some clothes on.

  ~****~

  I was so glad to leave the vet's office. All of the cats and dogs that were waiting to be seen looked so sad. It was if they all knew that this was a bad place. It was good to hear that Romeo was fine. The only thing wrong with him was that he was a little dehydrated. Spending an hour at the vet’s and then another hour at the grocery store, I was ready to get back to the house. I think Romeo was too. I think he hated the fact of being left in the car. Even though I sat with him, he was getting very antsy.

  On our drive back to the house, I could have sworn I saw something in the corner of my eye that looked like a black Escalade. Scanning the street that we were on, I let the thought leave my mind and chalked it up to paranoia. We had been away for five days and hadn’t seen or heard from anyone except Peter. I was beginning to think that the whole fight thing was forgotten and we could go back to New York.

  Focusing my attention on the road, I held Romeo in my lap. I think it was more for security than anything else. I don’t know what came over me, but there was some unfinished business with Sly, and right now was a good time as any to find out what else he knew about my mom and dad.

  “So what else did you need to tell me?” I asked, petting Romeo on his back.

  “I don’t think now is a really good time to get into it, Nikki. When we get home, I’ll tell you everything.”

  Leaning back in my seat, I was about to argue with Sly, but knew that he was right. Discussing my mom and dad while he was driving was probably not a very good idea. I waited this long to hear what he had to say, a few more minutes wasn’t going to make a difference.

  When we finally pulled up to the house, Romeo was going crazy. He was barking like something was going on. He jumped over the console and into the back seat. His sights were set on something out the back window. Sly and I both looked in the side mirrors to see if we could tell what he was barking at. There was nothing there. Turning my head, I looked out the back window, but I was still unable to see what got Romeo’s attention.

  Sly opened his door and pulled his seat forward so that Romeo could be let out. He darted out of the car and in the direction of where he was barking. It was weird the way he was acting. It was like there was some sort of force field in place, because when he got five feet from the car, just like that, he stopped in his tracks. It was the strangest thing I had ever witnessed.

  Getting out of the car, I walked over to Romeo and knelt down beside him. “What is it Romeo? What do you see?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer.

  Romeo’s barking turned into cries and he slowly turned and headed to the house. Something spooked him, but as Sly and I looked around, there was nothing there. Unloading the trunk, we headed inside the house. Sly began putting groceries away while I got Romeo’s food dish ready. From the time we got to the house to the time Romeo went inside the house, he was acting very jumpy. This was odd behavior, even for a dog. As I finished filling Romeo’s dish, a call came in on Sly’s phone. I could tell by Sly’s movements that whoever he was talking to was making him uneasy. Looking at me, he gave me a worried look before heading to the front door and leaving the house.

  ~****~

  The silence was killing me as we pulled down the covers on the bed. The conversation that Sly had earlier made his mood change. Unable to stand it any longer, I asked point blank, “Are you going to tell me who called earlier or are you going to continue being pissed off?”

  “We need to talk, Nikki,” he demanded.

  “Ooookay,” I said, uncertain what he was getting at as I looked into his brown eyes. “What is this about, Sly?”

  Taking a seat on the bed, he rounded the other side and took his place beside me. Taking my hand, his eyes fell to his lap. It was like he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. Rubbing my hand, he was beginning to worry me. When his eyes finally met mine, I was afraid to hear what he had to say, so when he said, “Mandy,” my heart fell to my stomach.

  I never told Sly about her, so it made me wonder how he found out about her. This was one memory I tried so hard to forget, but to hear Sly say her name brought everything back. “How do you know that name?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me about her, Nikki?” he asked, letting go of my hand and rising to his feet.

  “I never told you because it’s part of my life I wanted to lock away and never look at again,” I confessed.

  “You should have told me,” he paused, taking his place on the bed again. “Did anyone else know about what happened to her besides Carlos?”

  “I don’t think so. Carlos said he would take care of it. When they pulled her from the ring they advised all of the spectators that she was okay, I knew she wasn’t. I knew exactly what I did to her the minute my fist landed on the side of her head.”

  “Well, someone else found out about it. There’s a warrant out for your arrest,” Sly confessed.

  “Sly, that happened over ten years ago, why would they have a warrant out for me now, after all this time?” I asked in a panic.

  “There is no time limit on
murder, Nikki, at least that is what they are accusing you of.”

  “Murder? Are you shitting me? It was an accident.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “How could they charge me with murder after all this time? It just didn’t make sense.”

  “Remember when I told you there was something you needed to know about your mom and dad?”

  “Yeah, I remember.” I replied, still unable to wrap my head around what Sly just told me.

  “Carlos was behind their deaths. Somehow, he found out what your mom did so she would never be able to have another child. Not only did he blame her, he also blamed your father. He felt like your father went back on his promise to repay him. Carlos ordered the hit on your mom and then your dad. Taking the one thing she loved from your mom was his ultimate revenge. He made her watch while one of his men shot your father in the head. Then Carlos took the same gun and shot your mom himself.”

 

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