“Indica?” I call out as I go through the hall. I find her at the door with Shelly, talking to Nia.
“Oh good, you’re still here.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “Indica, could you stay after all? I have to go back to work.”
“Oh, no way Mom!” Nia calls from the floor. “We were going to have dinner.”
“I know baby. Soon. This is a big case. Only I can handle it. It’s important.”
Her eyes soften and I feel like the biggest bitch that ever lived.
“Okay, Mom.” She jumps up to give me a hug. “You go slay ’em.”
“Thanks baby.” I kiss her on the cheek.
I watch her go back to her game, settling down with Shelly. Indica waves as I grab my briefcase and head out the door.
I wish I got this stuff because I was the best, but I know the truth.
I get the crap no one else will take.
3
Riker
I pace in the cell like a trapped tiger. I tried sleeping on the bed, but there were lumps in it even a drunk man couldn’t ignore. I got them to bring me water, and then refused to piss in this hole in the wall. They had to cuff me and take me up to the officer’s bathroom.
If they are going to make hell for me, I’m going to give them the same right back.
The booze wore off some time ago. Even under the influence I wasn’t happy about this, but I maintained a kind of amazed cheer at the whole situation. The disbelief that this could actually happen to me went a good way towards convincing me it was an illusion.
Now I am really, properly, pissed off.
Why won’t they let me out? Isn’t there bail or some shit? Who do I throw money at to dismiss this thing? For fucks sakes! I need a drink, and I’ve been without pussy for quite some time now. Those women need me. That’s the real crime going on here, denying those lovely ladies.
I’m tempted to yell at the guard nearby, but I’ve got to cook up a good reason. I know it doesn’t matter how rich I am if I act like too much of a dick I’ll end up in a worse room. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of anyone, but I don’t feel like being stripped by criminals for the loose change in my pockets.
Figuratively speaking, considering the cops took everything before they locked me up. There could still be cash or valuable shit in my inner pockets, I’m always finding odd notes and bits of jewelry. You never know when you’re going to meet a sweet lady who loves a surprise gift.
I tap my fingers on the bars, wondering if I could fake some kind of illness. They’d have to send me to a hospital, wouldn’t they? It would be like upgrading to a hotel. I’d have food and freedom and nurses to fuck. Let’s do this shit.
As I’m deciding how to have my little collapse, I hear a click of heels on the hard floors. Only women in high heels make that sound. I let myself collapse on the hard cot, looking down the hall eagerly. A visitor. Lady cop? DA? Who cares? Let’s hit this baby with a full load of Riker Lord, anyplace she’ll take it.
Do I get in trouble if I fuck in here? I mean, is it a crime to bang in your jail cell? Surely the guard will just give me a fist bump or something. Bro rules work everywhere, don’t they?
The slow steps get closer, coming around the corner. She walks slowly, that’s for sure. The anticipation is killing me.
I see the shiny black toes of the heels come around the corner. A ray of light angling through the window shifts, hitting the floor. My eyes race up her body as she comes up to the door of my cell, shocked open and imprinted by the light.
Not just the sun, but her.
Long, slender legs. Vibrant, dark skin. The lightest flare of hips before a narrow waist, incredible tits, and a delicate, full-featured face.
Her eyes. They're so wide and large and...dark. She looks haunted somehow. It hints her beauty with darkness, something tragic, almost.
It’s not like she looks sad. That would just irk me. No. This is like some deep and never-ending defeat, a submission to the forces of life. Whatever is coming, she’ll take it.
She tosses her long black hair, huge dark eyes snapping to my face. In that instant, she changes. Her features become hard, sternly drawn. The full lips flatten out, and she glares at me like I’m an insect that dared to crawl towards those shiny shoes.
My poor cock doesn’t know whether to stand up or fall down. My eyes stare at her face, her tits, her legs and I think my mouth might be hanging open.
“Mr. Lord,” she addresses me with restrained fury, as if I’m a kid getting caught out late after dark. Dear God, Mistress. Punish me.
“Yes,” I grin smoothly. “And you are?”
She sticks a hand through the bars. “Jane Gordon. Your lawyer.”
“Oh,” I get up quickly, shaking her hand so she can step away from my cage. “That means you work for me, correct?”
She glances up at the officer nearby. “Yes. I’m not sure what that implies. I’m here to get you out of jail.”
“Good, good. Do you need to interview me, or something?”
“That’s what I’m doing right now.”
She glares at me from under her lashes. Even though I keep my easy smile and relaxed stance, I feel like I got punched in the balls.
She’s so beautiful, her body was just made to be pleasured. I can’t get it out of my mind. The way she looked when she walked in, she was all sweet submission, something to be taken, snatched and squeezed until the hot juices come running out.
But now. Look at the fire in her! She’s a fucking tigress. That look in her eye says she’s going to eat me alive and then kill the leftovers.
“Oh, okay,” I try to recover the conversation. “So, what do you need to know?”
“The official charge is inciting a riot. Do you agree with this?”
“So that’s what they’re calling it? I wondered if giving away money was actually a crime.”
“Technically, you were giving away casino chips, and that’s not technically money. They belong to the casino. That’s a whole other problem, should the casino decide to pursue.”
“Oh, they won’t. They’ll keep charging my room. They won’t make a peep.”
“Well, it’s the city you have to worry about. These are serious charges. Endangering public safety and being violent in a crowd—”
“I wasn’t being violent!”
“Several officers have recorded the behavior and they may get security camera footage. It may be, at the very least, reckless.”
She glares at me again and it’s so hot I think I might tear the bars apart to get to her.
“Well. It looks like I have the best on my side. I trust you.” I give her my very best puppy dog eyes.
“That isn’t going to fly with me, Riker!” She uses my first name without thought, without care. Fuck, not many people have the guts to do that!
“What isn’t going to fly with you?” I catch her eye, rubbing my lip.
She watches my hand. She looks at my mouth. I see it. I lick my lips.
“Your usual flirty bullshit,” she steps closer to the bars and so do I, electricity humming between us. The air is hot. Yes.
“I have a court date tomorrow morning,” she looks around the cell, a small smile on her face. “And this is your hotel room for the night, Riker.”
“No! Wait, come on—”
“No! You stay here, you cool off, you figure the fuck out what you’re doing!” I actually take a step back from her, the voice and the fire flaring so hot I can’t respond.
“Stop playing games, get your shit together, and we might win this. Got it?”
I nod slowly, starting to grin again.
She grins back but tries to hide it by turning her face. She takes a breath and turns to go, those high heels clicking on every stride.
Just as she rounds the corner, I see her wiggle her ass, just a little. She throws a slanting glance over her shoulder.
I knew it.
My dark, avenging angel of a lawyer wants me.
4
; Jane
When I pull into the parking lot of the hotel I’ll be staying at, my heart sinks. The place screams two stars and hourly rates, and that’s being generous. I can feel my temper spike like a hot poker in an already smoldering fire. What in the ever-loving hell?
It really pisses me off that Terry isn’t willing to swing for even slightly nicer accommodations, especially given who I’m here to represent. I wonder what the press would say if they caught wind that Riker Lord’s lawyer was holed up in the seedy part of town? I push the thought away just as quickly as it comes. That kind of pettiness is beneath me, but it does make me wonder if she treats other associates as callously.
I walk into the lobby and give them my name. The firm already has the reservation set up, so it’s just a matter of showing my ID and getting the key. At least that part is quick. The woman at the front desk is friendly with a wide smile that splits across her face and lights up her eyes. Absentmindedly, I wonder how she ended up in a place like this.
When I get up to the room, I’m pleasantly surprised. It resembles nothing of the disrepair that the outside of the building holds. It’s clean and neat with an updated design and a beautiful view of the city lights. Maybe they’re just in the middle of remodeling and the outside is the last thing to be fixed.
I flop down on the bed and kick off my heels. Bringing my feet up in front of me, I massage the souls from heel to toe, trying to push out all the tension of the day. I should have remembered to grab a pair of sneakers, at least for the drive up. My feet are killing me! This day was not supposed to be quite so long.
Before I do anything else, I grab my phone from my purse and swipe across the display. Nia’s shining face fills up the screen on the first ring. “Mama!” She exclaims.
“Hi, baby girl! I’m so sorry I had to leave earlier. But I’m here now. How was your day?” I ask with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. I’m so exhausted, but I don’t want her to think that I’m too tired to chat.
“It was so great mom. We started long division in math, and guess what?” She cries.
“Oh, my goodness, what?” I reply.
“I finished three worksheets while the rest of the class only did one!”
“That’s so amazing! I’m so proud of you?” I don’t have to pretend anymore. I love hearing when she does well in school. “I always knew you were a genius,” I tease.
“Oh, mom,” she rolls her eyes. “I’m definitely not a genius, but my teacher said I might be gifted in math. It’s so cool, I look at the numbers and I can just see the answers without really having to think very hard about it.”
“That’s great, baby girl. You’ll be running the world before I know it. Just don’t forget about the little people, all those late-night bedtime stories, special trips for ice cream…”
“Mom,” she squeals, “I would never forget about you.”
“I will never forget about you either, my love.” For a moment, I think she’s ready to hang up, but then a wistful look crosses her caramel eyes.
“Hey, mom?” She hesitates.
“Yes, baby?” I ask expectantly. She’s always known that there isn’t anything that she can’t talk to be about, no matter how bad she thinks it is, or how embarrassing it might be.
“What are you doing all the way in Albany, anyway?”
“There’s a super important client that the firm represents,” I begin, not wanting to give her too much of the sordid details. “He got into some trouble, and he needed someone to come and help him out. Since I had just wrapped up my case today and didn’t have anything else on my schedule, Terry thought it would be a good idea to send me.”
“Oh,” she says, contemplating.
“I’m sorry it was last minute. I know I don’t go away very often and I promise this won’t turn into a habit!” I say adamantly. I don’t ever want her to think that she can’t count on me or that I won’t be there for her when she needs me.
“I’m not worried about that, mom. I know you have to work and I’m okay with that.”
“Then what’s up, kiddo? Is something on your mind?” I’m genuinely confused about where this conversation is leading.
“I was just wondering if the client was someone famous,” she says.
“He is, but I can’t really talk about a client, even with my favorite, girl.” I apologize.
“Oh, I know that. But maybe if he’s rich and famous, and you do a really good job helping him out, then he’ll fall in love with you. You really should start dating, mom.” She breaks into a fit of giggles. The sound resonates through my phone. If I wasn’t so shocked, I would probably be laughing, too.
“Okay, miss too smart for her own good! Bedtime for you.” I say, letting a quick laugh sneak through my lips.
“It’s a good idea, mom. You really should think about it. Bye, I love you!” She hangs up quickly before I can respond, leaving me shocked, sitting on the bed, staring at the blank screen of my phone.
My phone rings again before I have a chance to set it down. I nearly drop it, and my heart skitters in my chest from the unexpected blare. I can’t stop the groan of defeat when I see Terry’s name flashing across the screen. Any semblance of a good mood vanishes into a darkened pit loathing and despair.
“Terry, hello.” Fake joy oozes from my mouth like a PB&J filled with too much jelly. Yes, I used that analogy. I have a small daughter, so what?
“Jane, social media is blowing up! Is Riker Lord actually still in jail?” She doesn’t stop long enough for me to answer. “That man cannot be left to rot in a jail cell. Do you have any idea the amount of money he pays to this firm in order for that very thing not to happen? Your job was to get him out immediately. If you can’t do your job…”
“I’m sorry, Terry. There wasn’t a judge willing to let him out tonight. I was able to get him a court date for first thing tomorrow morning. He’ll survive one night in jail. Maybe we can spin the story so it looks like he’s helping the police with a big case, or needs protection from an assassination attempt?” I laugh.
“Do you find this funny?” She seethes.
“Of course not,” I say soberly. “But I was able to speak with him, and he understands the seriousness of the situation. He’ll be fine for tonight and I’ll get everything sorted out in the morning.”
“Be sure that you do.” She disconnects, leaving the threat hanging in the air.
I want to scream. Terry is being unreasonable, which only adds to my frustration. And as for Riker…my god that man is infuriating! If he was here, I might actually be tempted to punch that sexy smirk right off his face.
That makes me think of what Nia said about him falling in love with me and needing to date. The last thing I need right now is a man to add to the growing chaos that has become my life. What I really need is to be cool and composed in the courtroom tomorrow. What I really need is to relax for a few gloriously blissful minutes.
I reach down and rummage through my bag until my hands land on the smooth silicone length of the vibrator. Whatever craziness possessed me to pack it when I was throwing clothing haphazardly in my suitcase, I send a silent thank you too. I tell myself that I need this, that it’s the only way I’ll be able to get through the morning.
Riker’s face materializes before me as I squeeze my eyes shut and run the thrumming device across my most sensitive folds. I’m wet immediately, thinking about Riker’s words, his lips, the outline of his cock beneath his jeans. I push it inside me as it pulses, imaging that it’s Riker plunging into my depth. Pressing my thumb against my clit, I picture Riker’s mouth and let wave after magnificent wave release all the tension from my body.
5
Riker
It’s the day of my court appearance, and all I can focus on is getting the hell out of jail so I can go back to living my regular, carefree life once Jane gets me off. Well, once she gets me off of these chargers, but I wouldn’t mind if she got me off in another sense as well. She’s gorgeous, and while I know that
she put on an annoyed façade the last time I saw her, I could definitely tell that she’s at least a little bit into me. Her brown eyes are like windows into her soul. I want to undress her beautiful, dark body, savoring each moment as she comes undone.
But that will have to come later. I’m focused and ready to get these charges dropped as I walk into the courtroom but as soon as I’m inside my jaw nearly drops at the sight of Jane, and for a split second I forget where I am. She’s absolutely stunning, and I almost forget about the fact that I’ve spent a night in jail, the way her skirt hugs those hips of hers, taking my mind into a whole other direction than it was previously in. It’s a goddamn tragedy her dark skin is covered by clothing, like throwing a sheet over a work of art.
I know that I need to be concentrating on my case and making sure that Jane can get me out of jail—she is my lawyer after all—but all I can focus on right now is how gorgeous her dark legs look and how much I desperately want to get between them.
No chance of that unless I get out of this courtroom without the cuffs though, and as much as I enjoy the thought of Jane and cuffs being involved in the same situation, this isn’t exactly the kind I want. So I take a breath and nod at her with a charming smile, and then head over to my seat behind the table, and she joins me.
We rise from our seats when the judge comes in. He beckons us to sit down, so we do, and I lean into her with a smirk, chuckling.
“I bet you could convince him to let me off if you promised him a date. you look phenomenal.”
She sighs and rolls her eyes, hissing back at me as she nods towards the front of the room where the judge has just taken his seat.
“This is serious, Riker. I need to be on top of my game to get you off.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’d have no problem getting me off, on top or not.”
“You’re impossible, you know that?”
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