by Angel Steel
We’ve gone through a bottle of vodka since Lexie arrived. The moment I opened the door to her and she shoved the bottle into my hand, I knew it was going to be one of those nights. Holding my stomach as I roll off the sofa onto the ground, Lexie standing above me, death staring down at me, with her hands on her hips, slightly swaying.
“Stop fucking scaring me, bitch,” she hisses while I continue to roll along the ground.
I can’t help it. I was walking back from the kitchen with our drinks and she was typing away on her phone furiously. She never heard me coming. Giggling softly to myself, I tip-toe up behind her and sat the glasses down on the side table while stalking up until I’m directly behind her. Counting to five, I jumped over the sofa and landed beside her.
She jumped up screaming and threw her phone, knocking me off the sofa and onto the ground. I land with a huff, and laughter breaks from my lips as I hold onto my side, feeling her eyes drill into me as I try and contain my laughter.
“I’m sorry, Lexie, but that was too easy,” I say around my laughter.
Lexie stomps her foot and spins around and steps over to the spare couch in the corner and plonks her ass down on it, watching my every move.
I sit up, swaying a little bit and pull myself up onto the sofa, and laying down on it. Taking a deep breath, and closing my eyes for a moment. Smiling to myself, loving the tingling sensation going through my body from the alcohol, I relax my body and slide deeper into the comfort of the sofa. I hear Lexie’s footsteps move into the kitchen and don’t think much of it until something cold and wet, lands on my face. I sit up and jump from the sofa gasping as cold water runs down the front of my shirt and further down into my sweatpants. Pulling the shirt way from my body, I look over toward where she stands now with a plastic cup in her hand. She has an evil grin covering her lips.
“You bitch,” I hiss out.
“Karma, baby.” She laughs and walks back into the kitchen.
Shaking my head with a grin, I sit back down on the sofa, holding my shirt away from my body as she walks back in and stands at the side of the room.
“Truce?” she says eyeing me.
“Yeah, Lex,” I breathe out. I rest against the back of the sofa.
“I’ll get you another shirt, don’t need you getting sick,” Lexie says and stands from the sofa and starts to make her way toward the hallway. As she starts to round the corner my doorbell dings. Frowning, I glance at the clock on the shelf above the fireplace, 10:42 p.m. Taking my eyes from the clock I look toward the door.
“Did you order pizza and didn’t tell me?” I yell at Lexie, as she makes her way to the door.
I hear the wooden door creak open, and then someone’s muffled voice. I push myself up and out of the sofa and begin to move toward it, but I’m stopped when Zane comes into view right in front of me.
“Well, look who came over, Lia, it’s Mr. Sex-on-legs.” Lexie laughs and disappears into the kitchen.
Cursing under my breath. “What are you doing here?” I ask while he walks the short distance between us.
I can’t move as his intense gaze rakes over my body. My nipples harden under his stare, and a slight grin covers his lips. “Since you dodged me the rest of the day, thought I’d come here,” his voice husky as he stops in front of me.
Gulping the lump in my throat. Fuck! Why would I think going home would work? Of course, he knew where I lived. I didn’t think of it when I left for the day. All I wanted to do was get home and not think about what had happened.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask while straightening myself up.
“A beer if you have one,” he answers and steps back giving me room to move.
I quickly walk into the kitchen and into Lexie as she leans up against the door.
“Shit Lex,” I hiss out as the door retreats and hits me in the head. Rubbing over the area, I go straight over to the fridge and pull out a beer for Zane.
“Sorry,” she says as I walk past her. She stops me, holding onto my arm. “Are you going to tell him?”
“I can’t, just yet. But I’ll come up with something,” I state and walk back out. I have no idea what I’m going to say to him, but it wasn’t going to be what he wants to know. Lexie follows after me moments later, and we both stand there staring at Zane as he raises the bottle of beer I handed him to his lips, and watch on as he swallows a mouthful down. Clearing my throat, his eyes find mine as he sits down in the single recliner and lifts the bottle to his lips once more. He’s making himself at home.
Lexie coughs beside me. “Um, I think I best leave and let you two talk it out,” she says into the room and walks over to the door. I catch her eyes as she stands there with the door open. Nodding once at her, she walks out and closes the door gently behind her, leaving us alone together.
“So, are you going to tell me what Torch was on about last week, or will I need to get it out of you the only way I know how?” he asks before I can say anything to him.
I stand where I am, just staring at him. “You think you’re that good, Zane?”
He’s out of the chair instantly, crossing the room between us and pushes me back against the wall, hands resting beside my head as he leans down to my level. “I didn’t believe the shit you told me about your neck, but I left it alone, but with what Torch was on about, I’m not,” he growls out his words.
“Really, and your say… counts how?” I growl back. I don’t have time to think as his mouth slams to mine, his hands holding my head still while his lips attack my own. My hands grip his black shirt, pulling him into me as I dig them into his stomach. He groans loudly as I frantically pull his shirt from his body till I’m touching his skin. His hand snakes under my shirt and glides up and cups my left breast, his thumb stroking over it lightly. My head rolls back on my shoulders and hits the wall while his fingers tweak at my already hard nipple.
I gasp at the slight stinging pain. My eyes shoot open at the sound of fabric ripping apart. I moan as I feel warmth covering my nipple, then his wet tongue slowly circling it. My thighs clench together while pleasure shoots its way to my core as he kisses his way across to my other nipple. A shiver rakes through my body as the slight wetness cools further from the air in the room then moan as he tugs hard at my nipple.
He growls around his hold, pushing my shorts down my legs. Flicking them from my foot, he lifts me up and walks back over to the sofa and places me down on it. Starting to sit upright, I stop when he drops to his knees in front of me and then leans forward.
Oh, sweet God! His lips drop down to my knee and kiss up my thigh, his fingers stroking up the other side stopping near my pussy. His thumb skims over the front of my panties barely, but it’s enough that I know he’s there, but nothing more. My body begins to shake as pleasure rips through me.
“Please,” I moan lifting my hips up, wanting more from him. I lean back into the sofa panting as he leans forward and runs his nose over my lace panties right above my clit. The pressure and the way the lace rubs over my clit makes me grip onto his hair and rock into him. His thumb sneaks under the fabric and teases along my lips, spreading the wetness around then slides up and applies pressure to my clit, rotating his thumb over it. The alcohol in my system heightens my pleasure further as he pushes my panties to the side and his mouth is there. His hot tongue slides over my flesh, sucking me. Removing his thumb only to be replaced with his lips as he pulls on my hard bud. My body bows from the sofa as he bites down and then he continues to suck.
“Zane,” I cry out, rocking my hips against his mouth.
He pulls his mouth from my clit and looks up at me as he pushes two fingers inside my wet heat. I clamp down as he begins to slide them back and forth painfully slow. He doesn’t quicken his pace as he continues to stare at me. Raising my foot slightly between us, I rub against the hard evidence of his cock, digging my toes into the material adding friction. He grips onto my foot, pressing harder against him as he guides my foot up and down. A third finger is added, my head pushes back into the
sofa as I fuck his face. My thighs start to shake, the pressure building in my lower stomach as he slams his fingers forward, drags them back out and continues repeatedly until I’m screaming while I come apart around his fingers.
“Oh shit, Zane.”
He fastens his pace, sliding deeper and deeper as he maintains his onslaught. He groans, flicking his tongue over my clit. My breath coming in pants as he pulls back away from me and starts removing his jeans. Then he’s between my legs, pulling me to the edge of the sofa, lining up his throbbing cock to my entrance.
He looks between us. “I want you to watch me fuck you, Amelia,” he declares. Moaning as he begins to slide into my body. “Fuck, I love how wet you are,” he grits.
I look down, as he pulls back leaving the head of him inside of me and pushes forward again. I dig my nails into his arms as they strain beside my hips. I lift my hips up and rock up and down as he starts to fasten his movements.
“What was Torch about to say before you stopped him?” I barely hear the words come out of his mouth, around the slapping noise of our flesh together. I shake my head, not wanting to go into it and enjoy the feeling now. His hand comes into view between my legs and the pressure builds as he pinches my clit. “I can keep this up all night, Amelia. Can you though?” Pinching just enough more. I bow from the sofa, pushing my chest into his, my nipples scraping over the coarse hair on his chest, has me moaning again.
He pulls back and slams forward, shifting the sofa underneath me. He does it repeatedly. I claw at his chest, dragging my nails over his nipples while I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankle behind him. He hisses at the slight pain, but this only encourages him more.
“What was it about, Amelia?” he grunts as I constrict around him.
Shit! I wasn’t going to be able to hold off, as my second orgasm begins to approach. I clamp down along him again, hoping it will distract him enough for me to get to the next orgasm, but he stops his movement altogether and stares down at me panting.
“Amelia?” he asks hoarsely.
“I had a bad break-up with a boyfriend, that’s all it is, Zane,” I answer him breathlessly.
“What did he do?” he asks pulling slightly back from me.
“He destroyed my heart, Zane. That’s it,” I moan as I shift my hips wanting him to move.
He stares at me for a second, then shakes his head, and lifts my leg over his shoulder, opening me up more to him. He doesn’t say anything as he smashes forward, hard and deep, taking me by surprise. I grip onto his shoulders as he pounds harder and harder. He raises his hand to the back of the sofa and changes his angle, forcing himself inside me deeper, nudging my cervix.
“Yes, right there,” I scream as he slides along my nerve endings. My eyes close as white stars erupt from behind my eyelids as I explode.
“Fuck, Hellcat,” he grunts as I contract around him. He thickens deeper inside me. Knowing he’s close, I lift my hand to his chest and twist his nipple, which pulls a deep moan from his throat as he drives into me relentlessly. His fingers dig into my skin at my hips and he throws his head back on his shoulders and roars out as he releases himself inside of me.
My hand drops from his chest and rests beside me, as he slows down his movements until he comes to a complete stop and drops down on top of me, breathing heavily. The cloudiness in my brain starts to clear while I begin to sober slightly. Then it hits me as I hold my breath, he was going to get his way no matter what and he knew it. I am just a sex game to him. It’s his way of getting anything out of anyone, especially me, a simple piece of ass that would fall for it.
No!
Pushing at his chest, he rises above me and looks down while removing his cock from my depths and sits back on his feet. I don’t give him a chance to say anything, as I stand up abruptly and storm away from him as he sits there shocked on my floor. I close the door to my room and lean into it as the tears start to trickle from the corner of my eyes.
How can I let him get to me that easily? Easy!
I was falling hard for him, and allowing everything he did without a thought and he didn’t even know it. He was just using my body the way he wanted to, the way I want him to. Wiping at my cheek, I push away from the door and walk toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, knowing that won’t stop Zane from coming in, I strip off the remainder of my clothing and hop into the shower. It’s not long till I hear the door open softly and then a shadow comes across the tinted glass of the shower. He kneels down on the other side, his hand resting on the glass where I’m sitting on the floor of the shower. I don’t look his way as he rests his head against the glass.
“Amelia,” his voice strains.
“My head’s pounding,” I tell him with a slight shake in my voice. It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth either.
“Do you want anything for it?” he questions and stands from the floor and grabs hold of the handle ready to open it.
“No,” I shout, not wanting him to see me crying. “No, the hot water is helping a little.”
He drops his hand from the handle and steps back. “Is there anything else wrong, Amelia?”
I answer quickly. “No. No. I think I drank too much and need to sleep off this headache.” It was too early to tell someone that you were falling hard for them. It was a clear way to push a person away, if they don’t feel the same way about you and I for one wasn’t going to go through that.
“Do you want me to stay until you get out of the shower, then?”
Why was he making this hard for me? I was barely holding it together, wanting to tell him I was falling in love with him. But I can’t. “I think it’s best if you go home, Zane. I’m just going to hit the sack once I get out anyway,” my voice trembles slightly at the end of my words, hoping he doesn’t catch it.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow at work then, Amelia,” he says looking my way one final time then turns and walks out the door.
Lifting my knees up to my chest, I sob into my arms while I hear the front door finally click close as he exits my house. I either had to suck it up and tell him how I feel or push it deep inside of me and leave it there. There’s a simple answer to this, but I decide on the opposite. My body shakes as sobs rake over me while I continue to cry. Tonight I’m allowing myself to cry over him, tomorrow I will be pushing all of my feelings for him aside and have nothing more to do with him. If I do it now, it will be easier to deal with later on when my heart breaks as he walks away and out of my life for good.
My heart has begun to crack, allowing Amelia to gradually seep inside it. I’m starting to fight a losing battle as she digs her way in there, not wanting to let go, and I don’t stop it. Slamming my fist against the dash of my truck, my hand throbbing as the pain shoots up my arm, I don’t care. This was never meant to happen, not now or ever. I have to focus on why I’m really here and not on her. Shifting quickly into third gear, I make my way toward the shop.
This is the perfect time to check out the safe without anyone there. Turning left a street over from the shop, I park behind a sedan and hop out, closing the door quietly behind me. I stay in the shadows and make my way through the front yard, not wanting to be noticed. Sliding through the wire fence, it scratches over my arm as I pull it behind me, but I keep moving forward. A light flickers on the porch of the next house I approach. Staying in the dark, on the opposite side, the back of Satonic comes into view as I finally arrive. Glancing around quickly making sure no one is around, I step to the side of the building and stop, catching my breath.
Resting my back against the brick wall, I glance around the corner of the building, watching the security camera glide from one side to the other. When it’s facing away, I make my move and run along the side of the building and stop at the back door. Pulling out my tools from my pocket, I get to work unlocking the door. Glancing over my shoulder at the camera again as it’s coming back toward me.
Shit!
Twisting the pin in the lock, I
listen as it clicks in place and as soon as it does, I’m pushing the door open and closing it carefully. I stand in the darkened hallway at the end of the shop. Breathing in deep, I step away from the door and make my way down the hallway toward the office. Dim light shines through the window to the left, illuminating my way slightly. Rounding the corner, I stop and listen as complete silence reaches my ears. Grabbing my torch at my hip, I stop once I’m at the office door and lean my ear against it. Nothing comes through, letting me know I’m alone.
Twisting the handle, I step into the room. Locating the painting, I walk across to it and remove it from the wall placing it on the seat beside the wall. Looking the safe over, I lift my shirt up, releasing the Velcro strap away from my side and pull out a stethoscope and lift it to my ears. Grabbing the end of it and placing it at the front of the safe right next to the locking mechanism, I turn the tumbler until the first pin clicks in alignment.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I continue on, turning the dial and waiting for the next pin to click in place. Once all the pins drop, I remove the earpieces of the stethoscope from my ears and wrap it around my neck. Then I grip the handle and begin turning it. The safe door detaches and opens, relief flooding me as I stare into its black hole.
Lifting my torch up to light the small area, I reach in and pick up every item located in there and step back and shift over to the desk. Placing it all down on the desk, I begin flicking through it. I come across a book, a thin one, one that won’t hold the information I need, but I open it up anyway and glance over its contents. Lists of names stare at me with amounts written beside each one. Frowning, I flick to the next page, showing me the same information as the first. None of the names jump out at me. Placing the book back on the desk open, I lift my phone and take a picture of every page that has writing on it, hoping Masen can make some sense out of it.
As I take a photograph of the last page, I freeze my movements as I hear a gun cock in front of me. Raising my head slowly, I come face to face with Chopper, a Glock pointing directly at my head.