Aru didn’t feel like going shopping but she couldn’t refuse Serrita, besides if what she suspected was true. Her husband might be involved and if he were, Serrita would be devastated. She couldn’t be certain, had no real proof, so she told her sister nothing of her suspicions. She knew her sister would have confronted her husband, more to allay Aru’s fears.
“I just have to pick up the order. Five minutes, in and out,” Serrita said smiling as she wound her arm around Aru’s.
It was nine at night but the boutiques in Georgetown were still open. The store had called to let Serrita know her order was finished. Serrita parked in a zone only parking spot just around the corner from the store, which was off on a side cobbled street. They entered the little custom jewelry store. There were two people already in there and two people behind the counter.
While Serrita spoke to one of the clerks about her order, Aru wandered around. The doorbell chimed, indicating the entrance had been opened, Aru was aware of someone coming into the store but she paid the person no attention. Glancing over toward Serrita to see if she was ready, Aru felt blinding pain, then nothing at all. She never saw the gunman, never saw the gun—never saw the bullet that hit her in the temple.
CHAPTER NINE
Eryn
I must have been out of my ever loving mind. I had no idea what possessed me to have lunch with Pike today. Frankly, no idea how I agreed to any part of the conversation last night. Date! Did the man seriously want us to date? Me? We’d only just freaking met for crying out loud.
Oh lord, I wish my cousin Sophia was here, so we could talk about this, but she’s in Atlanta on firm business. I’ve dated before, yeah sure. Not a lot, but some, I was no virgin. I enjoyed sex with flesh, not toys and I just saw no reason to get emotionally attached to the one you were having it with. I was way too busy and driven to allow anyone that kind of emotional control over my life. I had too much I wanted to accomplish. Maybe I should just try some of those new models of personal gratification devices I saw at that bridal shower I went to last week.
I frowned. Was that what it was like for Pike? Was it like he said, he was too busy and the women who wanted him only wanted his fame or fortune or both? So, he used them for sex and then moved on. Did I maybe judge him too harshly? Double standard much? Still, he’s a man and no heterosexual male walked away from available sex. Well, at least most didn’t. As far as I know, all six of my uncles were faithful to their wives, and I was always led to believe my dad, before he died, adored my mom. Hmm, then again, not sure about some of my cousins, since only one male out of some nine were married, the rest had a different woman on their arm every time I saw them.
I threaded my fingers through my hair. I’d left it undone. Yesterday and the day before, I played at being a grown up professional. Today, I was more normally dressed, at least for me. Dark gray straight leg pants, that skirted the edges of leggings, a white short sleeved blouse with a scooped neckline and black ballerina flats. Still, I did wear maybe a little more makeup than I normally would have.
I’d been sitting with my chair facing the window, staring out at the building across the street. I would have to stand up and peer to the right to be able to see the Washington Monument from my window, but my view wasn’t bad.
“Do you want me to grab you some lunch?”
I spun around at the sound of Babs’ voice. “No, I’m good. It’s almost one, my appointment should be here in about twenty minutes,” I said glancing at the time on my open laptop.
She frowned. “I didn’t see anyone on your schedule.”
“Sorry, I forgot to update it. It’s Pike, he agreed to sign the contracts and will be dropping them off today when we have lunch together.”
Her grin was wide. “Ohhhh? Do tell. How did things go last night with the handsome rock star?”
“Pretty good from where I’m sitting, since he agreed to let me and the firm represent him.”
Babs leaned against the doorframe and waved her hand in front of her face. “And why wouldn’t he want you representing him? You’re a damn good lawyer. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I was in the room with you the other day when he asked you to dinner. That was not a business dinner invitation…that was a date. And he’s coming to see you again, today to deliver those documents personally?” She laughed. “Come on, you and I both know in this town, that’s what couriers are for.”
“Okay, okay. We had a nice dinner, but it was not a date. And lunch, well ah yeah, he wanted to drop it off in person.” Yeah, maybe I was in denial, but wasn’t really ready to accept this as a date, or that Pike didn’t just want to literally screw his lawyer. He was a musician, didn’t they want to stick it in anything that breathed?
“Well, as soon as he comes up I’ll bring him back here,” Babs offered.
“Thanks, Babs,” I said as she left my office. I took a moment to check my hair in the mirror on the wall near the couch. I had no idea where we were going for lunch, but it had to be nearby, since he knew I only had an hour.
Going back over to my desk, I opened up my laptop, checked a few emails, and saw my local breaking news alerts. Normally, I don’t pay too much attention to them, but the photo that popped up caught my eye. “Oh. My. God.”
I quickly read the news article, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I stared at my phone just as it rang, and I grabbed it. I saw it was Fred calling from downstairs. I answered it. “Yes, Fred. Send him up, thank you.” Then I found the video I’d taken a couple of days ago. I watched it twice and checked the picture in my newsfeed. “Oh, crap.”
I heard a sound and glanced up in time to see Pike’s tall toned frame filling the doorway. He had on a bluish gray scrubbed leather jacket and darker gray t-shirt. I couldn’t see his tattoos on his arm today. He’d worn a t-shirt during rehearsal. I noticed he carried two bags. I recognized them, and could smell the spicy fragrance of the curry.
He was smiling at me, then suddenly his smile turned into a frown as he stepped forward. “What is it? Is something wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I’m not sure.”
“What’s up?”
“That woman we helped the other day.”
“Yeah, what about her? Did she ever contact you?”
I shook my head. “No—no, but she’s dead.”
“What?”
“She was shot during some robbery.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. Read it for yourself.” I turned on my phone on again, and brought up the report, watching as Pike read the short accounting. I could see the horror and shock of it playing across his brow. I enlarged the photo of the woman the article was about.
“Wow! Some messed up shit. She got away from one crazy ass only to get shot by another. Fucked up world, no doubt.”
“Yes, it is. I’m sorry. I feel like I should do something.”
He put the phone down and took me into his arms.
I wrapped mine around his slender waist.
“You did babe, you did more than most, but you couldn’t stop this.”
“The article mentions her name, maybe I’ll send my condolences to the family or something.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
I took a step back out of his embrace, pulling myself together. I’d noticed he’d placed the bags he’d had on my desk while he’d held me. “What are the bags for?”
“We’re eating in. I hope you don’t mind. I thought this would be better, so we’d be able to spend a little more time together. I brought lunch to you.”
I smiled at his thoughtfulness. I was impressed. “Thank you. Yes, I think I would rather stay in. That smells wonderful. How did you know I love Indian food?”
“Sol.”
I nodded. Yes, Sol would know, since the first time I’d gone out with him and his fiancée, Irene it had been to an Indian restaurant, this one and I told him it was one of my favorites. “I have an idea. Let’s eat up on the roof, instead of my office. I think I need so
me fresh air.”
“Don’t blame you, babe. That’ll work. It’s a nice day but you might need a light jacket.”
“Got one behind the door. Let’s stop in the kitchen and I can grab a couple of plates and bottles of water.”
He shook his head. “All taken care of. I’ve got sparkling water and ice.”
“Wow, you do pay attention to detail I see.”
“Babe, I pay attention to everything.”
I still didn’t know if this was such a great idea or not, maybe because after reading about this woman who died senselessly, it served as a reminder how nothing is guaranteed in life. I grabbed my phone and my jacket. For now, I was going to run with it.
CHAPTER TEN
Pike
I got up that morning with a boner hard enough—I shit you not—to drive nails. I hurt like I had been. All from just remembering that frigging kiss last night. I’d pulled up to the front of Eryn’s townhouse and like a gentleman walked her to her door. Then I dropped that shit cause man me? Gentle? Not hardly. This woman had been teasing my senses all night. I needed to know the taste of her. I needed her to get a taste of me.
If I couldn’t fuck her tonight, then damned if I wasn’t going to at least immerse myself in her flavor. I wrapped my arms around her, stared into her eyes, then slowly, I drew her flush against me. I know she felt just how much I wanted her. I let her realize exactly what I was about to do. Leaving it to her if she wanted to pull back or not. Truth, not sure I would’ve let her back away. Thank the shit, she didn’t.
Instead, she rested her hands on my shoulders, with a little tug, drew me down toward her. I needed no further encouragement. My lips brushed over hers. Lightly at first. The way you would take the first sip of fine wine, you don’t just gulp that shit down. Yeah, I liked wine not beer. And these here lips were the gateway to the body of flavors I really wanted to reach. I stuck out my tongue and slowly, oh so goddamn slowly, like I was holding that last lingering note to a song, eased between her parted lips. Then part of me was inside, and this part would have to do for now.
Moaning, I slid my hand down to her ass to pull her closer, pressing my hard cock right against her lower stomach muscles. I wanted her to feel every considerable inch of what she did to me. I felt her quiver in my arms. The next moan came from her throat.
Smiling, I pulled away from her. As I glanced at her, I saw her eyes were still closed, and when she opened them, satisfaction and desire glowed clearly from within. Oh, yes, so much desire flashing up at me reflected by the outdoor lighting.
“If I touch you Eryn, would you be wet for me? Think about that tonight.” I think I caught her off guard and rendered her speechless. From the little I knew about this woman, she didn’t seem to be one to mince words to me. Smiling, I kissed her quickly again, I couldn’t resist, then stepped back releasing my hold on her. Stifling a chuckle because it seemed to take her a moment before she moved her hands from mine. Oh yes. This was only the beginning. I just hope I survived it to get to the bottom of the glass. “Keys, babe,” I asked.
“Huh? Oh, yes.” She lowered her hand and fumbled in her purse for her key. She unlocked her door, turned the knob, then pushed it open. Finally, she turned around to face me. “Good—goodnight, Pike.”
I raised my hand and caressed the side of her face. “Good night, Eryn, thank you for going out with me tonight. Thank you for having lunch with me tomorrow and for giving this dating thing a try.” And because I knew I had to get the fuck out of there now if I hoped to have a real chance with her, instead of just fuck the shit out of her tonight. I spun on my booted heels. No, I wouldn’t risk it, but I knew I wouldn’t have long to wait. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Sometimes, it was good to wait on things. Anticipation—both hell then heaven. Pray to God, a sooner than later heaven.
The sound of my alarm took me out of the memory, but I wasn’t quite ready to give it up. I found myself gliding my hand across my tight chest, over my taunt stomach, picturing a much daintier, softer, tanner hand on my body. I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of her hand, her arm, her touch against me, transferring that sensation to my skin.
A groan escaped my parted lips, the sound of my solo breathing filling the empty space of my room. I wrapped my hand around the base of my hard cock just above the Nitrile cock ring I always wore. I squeezed it, letting the blood pool even more. Then I began to glide my hand up and down my stem. Till finally, moving all the way up to the rounded head, I spread the pre-cum gliding out of my slit and spread it all over my flesh. Pumping faster and faster into my clenched fist, clinching my ass cheeks. Imagining my cock sinking into her tight flesh. Her pussy muscles surrounding me, squeezing me, milking me.
With a loud ass groan, I let go, “Eryn,” her name releasing on my next breath as I did. The feel of the hot liquid all over my hand and my stomach caused me to open my eyes and stare down the length of my body at my still hard and angry cock. The sight forcing me to come again, before the beast was appeased, but not satisfied. Not even close.
Fuck! This girl was killing me. I didn’t do thoughtful shit like taking a girl out to eat in the middle of the day, when I should be working on the new songs for my next album. I didn’t need to impress anyone.
Instead, all I did last night was think about her. So much, I had to frigging do the one handed tango this morning and again in the shower before I could leave the house. I don’t remember the last time a woman got me so hard just thinking about her, I had to relieve myself, by myself. Yeah, I know I didn’t have to, but frankly it wasn’t worth it calling any of the women I knew or wanted to know to come right over and give me a hand, in a manner of speaking. Damn, I don’t even remember the last time I needed to use my hand, sex was always easy to find in my world.
I left the studio earlier than I should have but the work was coming along, everything falling into place. I’d placed a to go order on the way to Eryn’s office and had my bodyguard, Tank stop at the restaurant to pick it up. I didn’t drive myself today. Today, I had my bodyguard do it. At this hour of the day, I wasn’t sure I would be able to get in and out of the restaurant without getting mobbed. As we pulled up, I drew the baseball cap further down over my face, the sunglasses also helped to hide my features from anyone curious enough to look at me as I sat waiting in the passenger seat.
Traffic wasn’t too bad, so soon enough I’d arrived at Eryn’s office. I’d been eager to see her. Yet, as I followed behind her to the elevator, I couldn’t help but think about what she’d just told me about the woman we helped, getting shot and killed during a robbery.
Life sure as shit wasn’t fair. Look at my mother. I never had a chance to know her. My dad talked about her to me though, he wanted me to know the woman she really was and not the fact that she was also a convicted felon. That was because of something stupid she did, but it wasn’t who she was. She was my mother, and even though I don’t really remember her, I still love her and missed her growing up. So, I wondered if that woman had children, a husband she left behind.
As soon as the door shut, I transferred one of the bags in my hand to the other and tugged her to me. I needed the reaffirmation right then and there that she was truly here with me. My mouth sought hers. Damnit all to hell! She tasted better the second time around. I lost myself in her taste, just like last night, in the feel of her body pressed against mine. Nope. None of it had been my imagination. My dick got hard against her. He wanted out. In fact, why were there so many clothes between us? I wanted skin. Shit, I needed nothing between us. I shifted, spreading my legs, drawing her in even closer, so she was riding my thigh. “Damn, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “I should’ve never fucking just walked away last night.”
She suddenly pushed away from me.
I frowned not understanding why. It wasn’t until she took that first step I realized the elevator door had opened. I followed her out. “Tonight girl.”
We stood in a short hallway with a door on one end. The only
door there. She turned to me and frowned. “Tonight what?”
“No. Don’t you fucking do that! No games. I do it all the time, don’t do that shit with me. And I won’t do it with you.”
She frowned even more but then took a step toward me and raised her finger, which she poked into my chest. Hard. “Do not fucking talk to me like that. Treat me with respect or this is over before it fucking starts!”
Girl had a damned sexy dirty mouth. I smiled even though I ran the risk of pissing her off, yet I couldn’t help it. “You are so f—ahh— hot, when you’re pissed. But how come you get to say fuck to me, but I can’t fuck you? Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, baby.”
She turned around using a key fob and opened the door. There where a couple of stairs then she pushed the door at the top open, leading right out onto the roof.
I glanced around and I could see the Washington Monument and a nice view of the city. “Great place.” There were a few wrought iron tables and matching chairs up here, they all had closed umbrellas centered in them. Large potted plants were placed at intervals to make the area look nice but without obstructing the beautiful views. “Very nice. Do you all have parties up here or something?” Looked like it could have been a restaurant that’s how cool the setting was.
Finally, she spoke to me, “Yes, from time to time. My family owns the building, so the firm has hosted parties up here when the weather is nice.”
I walked over to one of the tables and set the bags down. “You’ve got a great vantage point to watch the fire works in a couple of months. Are you all having a party then, is it private?” I was curious, and if her firm was would she invite me, did they invite clients or keep it private?
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