BumpnGrind

by Sam Cheever

  Garrett started after her but Penelope grabbed his arm. “Let her go, Garrett. She needs to come to grips with your relationship or it will never work.”

  He watched her go, his fists clenched against an enemy he couldn’t fight. “She’s blaming herself for what that monster’s done. That’s unacceptable!”

  Giorgio stepped in front of him. “You think that lawyer guy is behind this?”

  “I know he is.”

  “Then we need proof. So we can get the police involved.”

  “I’ll get your proof.” Garrett stalked in the direction Felicia had gone, fully intending to pay Dave Foust a visit.

  * * * * *

  Dave Foust finished the brief he’d been reviewing and slid it back into the client’s folder. He swiped a hand over his face and stood, moving to a small bar that was built into the mahogany bookshelves which took up an entire wall of his office to pour himself a glass of brandy.

  Pouring the expensive, amber liquid into a fine crystal snifter, he carried it to the window overlooking the city. Indianapolis was humming beyond the clean glass of the window, lights twinkling and sidewalks teeming with nighttime revelers.

  He sighed. The world played while he worked.

  It was time he moved beyond his lust for one woman and found someone more worthy of his well-regarded attention. Felicia was obviously a terribly confused and even perverted individual. She would be an embarrassment to him.

  Appearances were everything to Dave Foust.

  Appearances and power.

  He heard a small sound and turned away from the window, the snifter lifted toward his mouth.

  He didn’t take that drink.

  “Mr. Foust.”

  The young man stood in the shadows, his hands held down at his sides, fists clenched in anger.

  Dave glanced toward his desk, where he kept a thirty-eight special for situations just such as this one. All he needed to do was get it into his hands and power would shift in an irreversible way.

  Dave lowered the snifter and moved over to his desk to set it down. He slid behind the desk and sat down in his black leather chair. He never took his gaze from the man at his door. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  The young man stepped out of the shadows and moved toward Dave’s oversized mahogany desk. “I have a score to settle with you, old man.”

  Dave felt his mouth go dry. He yanked the drawer open and grabbed his gun. He didn’t even have time to lift it toward the man standing over him. The heavy marble lamp from his desk descended on his head with a terrible crunching sound and he fell forward with a grunt, his head bouncing off the surface of his desk as he hit.

  The lamp descended one more time just to make sure, and Dave was still and silent.

  As his visitor slid back out of the office, Dave’s hand slipped from his lap and the thirty-eight tumbled uselessly toward the floor beneath his desk.

  * * * * *

  Giorgio caught up with Garrett at Foust’s office building. His friend was leaving when he arrived. He jumped out of his illegally parked car and called out to Garrett.

  Garrett jerked and looked up. He seemed unsure what to make of Giorgio’s presence. Finally he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and walked toward the car. “What the hell are you doing here, Giorgio?”

  “I came lookin’ all over for you, my friend. Penelope was worried you’d do something stupid and get yourself into trouble with the law again.”

  Garrett leaned his forearms on the roof of his friend’s Jeep. His face held a sad smile. “Penelope’s a good woman, buddy. You should hold on to her.”

  Giorgio narrowed his gaze on Garrett. “I fully intend to, my friend. What’s the deal? Did you speak with the lawyer?”

  Garrett shook his head. “I sat in my car for a while and then started into the building. I got as far as the lobby and realized I’d probably kill the guy if I saw him in my present state of mind. I’ll come back later, when I’ve calmed down.”

  Giorgio nodded, looking relieved. “Buy you a drink?”

  Garrett shook his head. “I need to see Felicia.”

  “Do you need a ride?”

  Garrett slapped a hand on the roof of the Jeep. “I’m good, buddy. I have my car. I’ll see ya tomorrow, okay? I’ll meet you at the studio and help you get cleanup started.”

  Giorgio nodded. “Thanks, Garrett. Penelope will be really pleased by that offer. We’re gonna do as much of the cleanup and repair as we can ourselves…save some money.”

  Garrett nodded. “See ya tomorrow, buddy.”

  Giorgio climbed into his car and drove off. Garrett watched him go and then turned to look at Dave Foust’s building one last time before he left.

  Chapter Nine

  Felicia scrolled through the messages on the KittyKat Club site, looking for answers to all the doubts and questions spinning through her mind. She was comforted to learn that her doubts were normal. Most of the women online seemed to have encountered them at some point in the course of their new relationships.

  Nowhere was there a message about a psycho, rejected lover who felt threatened by the woman’s new relationship and was trying to ruin people’s lives as a result.

  After giving it some thought, Felicia typed a note to the group, asking if anyone had ever experienced violence as the result of their relationships. Maybe it was just something they didn’t divulge unless asked directly. She chatted back and forth for a while with several of her new friends on the loop but nobody had any specific experience with the type of thing she was dealing with because of Dave. Most of the women were very happy and living satisfied lives with their younger men.

  One woman had dated a young man who had anger issues. But that wasn’t necessarily an age thing.

  After an hour of chatting, Felicia shut down her computer and turned off the desk lamp. She headed toward her bedroom, thinking that she’d need to confront Dave in the morning. It was one thing for him to go after her, but getting Garrett fired and possibly torching his friends’ place was totally unacceptable. She’d threaten him if she needed to. She had dirt on him that he wouldn’t want out.

  Felicia had carried the secret around with her for years, never intending to use it. But maybe it was true—things did happen for a reason—and her overhearing Dave and her ex-husband talking about Dave’s illegal activities had, at the time, seemed like bad luck. She’d felt guilt for years for not doing anything about it.

  He’d taken money from a disreputable businessman once. The money had been to keep Dave from representing a longtime client against the businessman.

  The firm where he was partner had lost an important client when Dave had refused to take the case and his partners would be very displeased to learn the truth.

  Maybe Dave’s tacky little secret would come in handy after all.

  The front doorbell rang as she was washing her face. She walked to the door, drying her face with a hand towel, and peered through the narrow window at the side to see who was there.

  She almost didn’t open the door.

  She needed time to think. To decide what to do.

  But her heart melted at the look on Garrett’s face and she found herself reaching for the knob.

  Garrett was leaning against the doorframe. “Hey!”

  “Hey yourself.”

  “Can I come in?”

  Felicia bit her lip. Her mind warred with her heart for the decision. Finally, her heart won. She reached for his hand and pulled him close. “Always. You’ll always be welcome here, Garrett.”

  His kiss was intense and hungry. When he pulled away a few moments later he laid his forehead against hers and sighed. “I was so worried, Felicia. I thought you’d run. I’d never see you again.”

  “I’m still feeling pretty jumpy. What we’re doing…what we have…” She stepped away, wringing her hands. “It feels so right when we’re together, but the world thinks it’s bad.”

  He shook his head. “Not the whole world, Felicia. Only
a very small portion of it. The people with closed minds. You need to remember that.”

  “You’re right. I need to focus on that.” She walked away, wringing her hands nervously. “I’ve made a decision. I’m going to see Dave Foust on Monday. This has gone way too far. It has to stop.”

  “No you’re not! You’re not going within ten miles of that man. It isn’t safe.”

  Felicia bristled. “Don’t take that tone with me, Garrett!”

  He stepped farther into the room and pulled the door shut behind him. “I’m sorry, Lissy. I’m just worried about you. Let me come with you at least so he won’t be tempted to do anything rash.”

  Felicia thought about that for a while. It would definitely set Dave off if Garrett were there. But it wouldn’t really matter since what she had to say should put an end to Dave’s manipulations and destructive behavior. “I think that’s a fair compromise.”

  “Good. Now that that’s settled, do you have a cold beer for a weary ex-yoga instructor slash exotic dancer?”

  “I do. But…” She pressed herself against him and took his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it gently. “I was just getting ready to take a bath. Would you like to join me?”

  “Oh god, that sounds wonderful.” Garrett spread his fingers across her tight, round buttocks and pulled her against his thickening cock. Felicia wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her mouth to his.

  The soft heat of her breath washed his face as she feathered kisses along his jaw and into his throat. Garrett moaned as she nuzzled him, grinding his rigid cock against her belly.

  As his hands slid beneath the waistband of her soft sweats, she pulled away with a laugh, grabbing his hand. “Come on. I have something special in mind for you.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Felicia led him upstairs, to the claw-footed jet tub in the master bath. The floor around the tub was covered with varying sizes of white pillar candles. Candles also decorated the two marble-topped tables situated on either end of the sleek, white porcelain fixture. A slim, crystal bottle sat on one of the tables too, a pearly pink substance filling it halfway.

  Fluffy towels hung nearby on a metal towel warmer.

  Garrett shoved his usual wealth-abhorrence reaction away and smiled down at her. “Very nice.”

  “Thanks. This is definitely my haven.” She reached for the button of his jeans and slipped it open, grabbing his hand when he would have helped. “This is my turf, Garrett, I’m in charge here.”

  She smiled when she said the words, but Garrett could tell she meant what she said. His cock jumped a little at the thought of being subjugated, no matter how briefly or gently, by the sexy woman standing before him. He lifted his hands, palms outward, in surrender. “I’m in your very capable hands, Lissy. Do with me what you will.”

  Her smile was sexy and slightly predatory. “Oh, trust me, I intend to.”

  She started the water in the tub and added a generous amount of the pink liquid to the steaming water.

  Then turning back to him, she stood up on her tiptoes and captured his lips in a soft, exploratory kiss as her nimble fingers commandeered the zipper of his jeans.

  It was all Garrett could do to keep his hands down by his sides as her sweet tongue teased its way into his mouth and her warm fingers enclosed his hard shaft. She stroked her hand up its length a few times, her tongue dancing playfully against his teeth and tongue. Each stroke of her fingers along his rigid flesh sent ribbons of pleasure coiling through him, until his balls rose tight and firm against his body. Felicia’s fingers skimmed upward, toward the fat head of his cock, and slipped through the silky bead of pre-cum she’d harvested.

  She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled it gently as she swirled an exquisitely soft fingertip through the slippery bead of moisture. Garrett’s knees almost gave out from the sensations she created there.

  “I’m not sure I’m going to survive this,” he uttered huskily.

  Felicia’s laugh was equally husky. She dropped his cock and slid her velvet palms along his hips, skimming his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one smooth move. Before he knew what she intended, she was on her knees and her mouth was covering the head of his cock, sliding downward.

  Garrett let loose a groan of sheer pleasure as her nimble fingers cupped his balls and her wet mouth worked its magic on his cock. Her rhythm was even and slow, savoring rather than consuming, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his fingers into her soft hair.

  As she sucked his cock, she used her fingers to milk him, pulling another drop of cum from the tip and then, looking up at him as she did it, lapping at it like a cat licking up the richest cream.

  Garrett started to worry that he wouldn’t be able to last long enough to bury himself deep inside her before his traitorous body found release without him.

  Fortunately for him the water in the tub was ready to overflow.

  Felicia gave him one last lick and stood up, turning off the water. “You get in. I need to light the candles.”

  Garrett climbed into the tub and sat back groaning with pleasure as his body sank into the hot, silky water. It smelled like roses. “I’m gonna smell like a girl,” he joked.

  “Not when I’m done with you.”

  His cock jumped hopefully.

  Felicia blew the match out and walked over to the light switch beside the door, flipping it to plunge them into a dream.

  Candlelight flickered over every surface of the large room, softening it, creating a sensual cocoon filled with promise and intrigue.

  Felicia stood in front of him and slowly, deliberately pulled her skimpy, white tee off over her head, dropping it to the ground at her feet. She wore no bra. Her breasts were full and heavy. The rigid shadows of her nipples danced in the flickering candle light.

  He licked his lips as her fingers slid into the rolled waistline of her sweats. She peeled the soft fabric down her silky thighs and stepped out of them, leaving only the skimpy, white triangle of her thong behind for him to ogle.

  The thong was so sheer he could see the dark curls nestled behind the fabric and the full folds of her labia. She reached for the strings at the sides but Garrett stopped her. “Leave them on.” He barely recognized his voice. It grated against a throat-closing wave of pure lust.

  Felicia stepped into the tub and stood over him, between his spread knees. Garrett wasted no time reaching for her, sliding his hands up her smooth thighs and over her hips, skimming across her softly rounded belly and down, to cup her sex through the paper-thin fabric of her panties.

  Felicia moaned, her head falling back in pleasure.

  Garrett leaned close and covered the moist fabric of the tiny panties with his mouth. Her warm, musky scent rose up to infuse him, taking him another notch closer to the point where he would be fighting to retain control.

  He pressed the fabric into her slick folds and found the hard bud of her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Felicia’s legs slid farther apart, giving him better access.

  He skimmed a finger around the leg of the thong and slipped it underneath, to slide along the skin of her pussy. “Yes,” Felicia moaned. “Put them inside me.”

  Garrett didn’t hesitate to comply. He slipped two fingers slowly inside her wet pussy, enjoying the way the honeyed walls grasped eagerly at his fingers. Sweet cream bathed his fingers and he shoved the drenched, insubstantial fabric of the thong to the side and leaned close again, covering her clit with his mouth.

  He sucked on the little bud and fucked her with his fingers and felt her body vibrate with pleasure. Increasing the tempo of his ministrations, he felt her riding the razor edge of release. But before she fell over that edge, she stepped away from him and pushed him backward, to rest against the curved end of the tub.

  Her face was flushed and she panted softly into his ear as she reached behind the tub. “Not so fast.” She grinned at him as her hand came back with a long tie of some sort in it. It looked like the belt f
rom a silk robe. “I told you I was in charge.”

  Garrett laughed, shaking his head. “You’re gonna tie me up?” His voice was incredulous, but his body was definitely on board with the idea. His cock felt like it would explode if he didn’t find release soon.

  Felicia frowned. “Do you mind?” She slipped the tiny thong down her legs and threw it across the room.

  He reached up and tweaked a delicate, brown nipple playfully. “Mistress Spanky, you’re not supposed to ask your sub if you can tie him up, you just do it. And, just so you know, my safe word is Herfnerbler.”

  She grinned. “I’m kind of new to this. Can you tell?”

  He grew serious, “I can tell you’ve been giving this some thought. Which makes me really hard.”

  “Good.” Felicia bent over him and grabbed his wrists, putting her luscious breasts right at mouth level. Garrett didn’t resist the temptation they presented. “Let’s see what this does to you.”

  She wrapped both wrists loosely together and tied him to the legs of the heavy, marble table at the end of the tub. Garrett let his butt slip down into the tub and settled in to suck her delicious nipples.

  Felicia draped herself over him, enjoying his attentions for a moment, before sliding her body slowly down his and pressing her pussy over his hard cock. She swung her hips to graze the heat of her folds across him.

  Her lips covered his nipples and her teeth nibbled there. When she closed down on a hard little bud, Garrett gasped. Her bite was just a hair over comfortable, touching on pain. He went very still until she tugged on the nipple while pressing against his cock. His groan was nearly desperate.

  “Felicia!”

  “What?”

  “I need to be inside you. Now!”

  She shook her head, transferring her stimulating attentions to the other nipple. “You have to beg.”

  He groaned. “Please?”

  She bit down, a little harder this time, bringing his hips arching up underneath her. “Please what?” Felicia ground down on him, so hard he could feel the slickness of her pussy against the vein on the underside of his cock.