by Jessie Cooke
He laughed and sat her back down, opposite him. “Open your legs,” he told her.
“Oh, I see, you’re a pervert. You like to watch.” As she talked, she lifted one leg and put it on the step to her right and then lifted the other and put it on the step to the left. Then she squeezed her breasts while he watched. He wasn’t sure, but he thought his tongue might be hanging out. She was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Fuck, baby, you’re hot.”
“You like that?” She pinched down on her nipples and tipped her head back.
“Oh, yeah.” Gunner’s cock was rock hard now and throbbing. He reached down and took it in his hand and slowly worked it up and down as he watched her. She let her hands slide down from her breasts, across her belly, and just under the water where he pussy was. “Wait,” he said, straightening his legs out and pressing his toes underneath her butt. “Push up, baby.” She used her arms to lift her butt and Gunner slid his feet under her. He had a perfect view of her pussy that way. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s better.”
She slipped one hand down between her legs and then the other, rubbing her outer lips before taking one in each hand and pulling them open. Gunner groaned. “You are a pervert.
“There’s no way any straight man in his right mind would not get turned on watching you. Keep rubbing that sweet pussy and put one of your legs over here on top of mine.”
She shifted so that she could bring her left leg over on top of his leg, and she didn’t stop rubbing her pussy. She was playing with her clit and moaning, and Gunner thought that he might come just watching her. He picked up her foot and began to massage it, running his hands up over her shapely calf and all the way back down to her toes. She closed her eyes and rubbed her pussy harder and faster. He massaged the pads of her feet and she groaned. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
“You like that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I didn’t know you got off on the foot thing.”
“Hell, neither did I,” she said. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t stop touching her foot, and he didn’t take his eyes off the beautiful sight of her rubbing her engorged clit in circles and moving her hips in circles on top of his leg. He could feel how wet she was even in the water. Her juices were thick and silky and he had an overwhelming urge to taste her. He reached a hand over and pushed hers aside so that he could slide two fingers up inside of her. He moved them in and out a few times, getting her all worked up, and then he pulled them down and brought his hand to his mouth. She tasted so sweet. He looked down at the slender, sexy foot and got an idea. He dipped his fingers into her sweet pussy again and when he had them covered in her juices, he pulled it back and lifted her foot. He used his fingers to bathe her toes in her pussy juice. Tammy paused what she was doing to watch him, looking both incredulous and turned on as he brought her toes up to his lips and began to lick. She giggled and he stopped.
“Tickle?” he asked.
“Yeah, but don’t stop.” He smiled and sucked her big toe into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, you look hot,” she said, rubbing her clit harder. “Don’t stop.” Gunner didn’t plan on it. He loved turning her on. It was another thing he’d recently learned about himself. He used to think it was all about his end game. He had never realized how sexy it was to make her moan or to feel her come on his hand, or on his cock…or to watch the ecstasy on her face that confirmed that he was making her feel as good as she did him. Gunner had never played with a woman’s feet during sex, but now as he kissed, licked, and massaged hers, he realized that every piece of her was hot. He kept pleasuring her feet while she pleasured her pussy, and the harder he sucked on her pretty toes the harder she rubbed at her clit. Suddenly, she brought her ass up off the bench, stiffened her body, and shoved two of her own fingers into her pussy as she screamed out with her first orgasm of the night. Gunner watched her work herself through it, and he had to reach down and stroke his cock again as he did. So. Fucking. Sexy.
He waited for her to start coming down before reaching over and grabbing her arms. He pulled her back across the tub and put her in his lap. She leaned her lips into his. She was still breathing hard and he let her just hold them there against his, until she caught her breath and then he ran his tongue along her full bottom lip. She wiggled in his lap, grinding that wet pussy down on top of his hard, aching cock. “I want to be inside you.” She kissed him, hard and passionate and sexy, as she lifted her ass and then impaled herself on his cock. They both cried out as he hit bottom. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy gripping his cock like it was custom made to fit him drove him crazy. He put his hands on her slim hips and began moving her up and down, thrusting up into her as he did. She pressed her feet down on the bottom of the tub and used her legs to move herself up and down. The friction of her soft, velvety folds sliding against his hard, sensitive cock under the water caused a sound that was almost hypnotic. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands and massaged them while she fucked him. He loved watching her use him for her own pleasure while giving him unimaginable pleasure in return.
The harder he pinched and pulled on her nipples, the faster she rode him. He dipped his head down and took one of them into his mouth, letting his tongue roll slowly across the nipple before biting down on it, hard. That was what put her over the edge. She screamed as she came again, bouncing up and down on his lap like he was a trampoline until she couldn't possibly have anything left inside of her. She had her head thrown back and her eyes closed and she was mumbling incoherently as she came down off her high. Gunner was waiting for her to stop shaking so he could fuck her until he came, but as soon as she finished, she pushed up off him. The tip of his cock, red and swollen, glistened with her juices in the moonlight. He was still looking at it when she lowered her head down and took it into her mouth. Gunner gasped out loud and bucked his hips up further out of the water as she licked his shaft from tip to balls. She started again at the tip and worked her way down with her tongue, but this time when she reached his balls, she gently sucked one into her mouth and rolled it against her cheeks. When she released that one, she took the other one into her mouth. Gunner was fighting his urge to come as he watched her suck and lick his balls. She looked as good as she was making him feel, and it was all overstimulating. She let go of that testicle and licked her way back up to the tip. She opened her mouth then and sucked him in, taking him as deep as she could. Gunner tangled his fingers up in her damp hair and pressed into her until the tip of his cock was against the back of her throat, and while she held it there, she flicked her tongue against the shaft.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” He expected her to take him out of her mouth, but she didn’t. His declaration only made her begin to suck harder. She brought her mouth up to the tip and wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking while she sucked. He moaned loudly and his body tensed like a board just before he shot his come into her mouth. She continued to suck on him until he was completely empty and completely spent, before letting his softening cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and climbing back up into his arms. Gunner cuddled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head. “You’re amazing. I want to keep you.”
He felt her body shake and then her lips against his chest. “You better,” she whispered.
51
Tammy and Gunner didn’t let anyone know they would be at the hospital. Zack told Tammy his contact had said Swinger was denouncing Randall for going into hiding, and he’d pulled his enforcers off watching Tommy. Since there had been no changes in Tommy’s health in almost a month, Gunner doubted that even Eddie was wasting too much manpower having the hospital watched, and he knew from experience that if the cops didn’t get anything in the first forty-eight hours, they weren’t going to waste their time hanging around there either. He was still nervous and doing his best to walk close enough behind her on the way inside that if someone got off a shot at her, it would hit him instead. He smiled in his head as he thought that at least this time, he’d be in a real hosp
ital and not in the back room of a cantina.
While Tammy got a visitor’s pass, Gunner called the number on the card that Detective Samuels had left him. While he waited for the policeman to meet them at the hospital, he sorted through what he was going to tell him. He didn’t want to get Tammy involved, so he had already decided not to say anything about the kidnapping. He did want to tell him about Sarah and what happened that last morning he saw her. He didn’t know how much information the police had gathered on her death over the past five years, but maybe it would help at least lead Eddie toward that cage.
“Mr. Davis.” He looked up at the sound of the detective’s voice. Standing up, Gunner held out his hand and said,
“Detective Samuels, thanks for coming.”
The cop raised his eyebrow and motioned for them to sit down. Gunner sat back down and Detective Samuels said, “I have to say I was surprised to hear from you.”
“Well, I was surprised when I decided to call you. I have some stuff that I wanted to tell you about Eddie Martini.”
“Maybe we should go to the station and do this?”
Gunner looked around the room. It was crowded, but people were so worried about their loved ones or themselves that none of them seemed to pay attention to what was going on around them. “No. Tamara’s back there with her brother. I don’t want to leave her.”
“Okay. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know what the statute of limitations is on things like this, but the night I was arrested in Corpus Christie, Eddie was the one I was running the drugs for. I used to go down there, and pick up and deliver a package once a week. I never knew what was in any of them, but I suspected. That ferry still leaves every Friday morning.”
“That ferry was almost completely destroyed in a fire about a month ago. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
Gunner cleared his throat. He wasn’t as practiced at lying as he used to be, but he channeled his inner teenage thug and said, “Nope. So, you are watching him?”
“We weren’t, until the fire. But we’re about ready to pull back, because we haven’t seen anything we can use and we don’t have that kind of manpower.”
“Well, if he starts up again, watch closely for deliveries in a big truck on Friday mornings before dawn. I didn’t understand what I was seeing back then, and now since it was seven years ago, the details are fuzzy…but I think he doesn’t just trade in drugs and guns and prostitutes. I think he deals in humans.”
“As in trafficking?”
“Yeah. I saw them herding people down the ramp of the truck and toward that ferry. They were all girls, and they were crying and scared. When I was on the streets, girls went missing all the time. We all just figured they went home, or got picked up by social services. But the more I think about it, the more I believe he’s trafficking women and girls.”
The detective took out a pen and pad and wrote something down. Gunner went on to say, “And I think he killed Sarah…uh, Detective Grady.” That got a rise of both the detective’s eyebrows.
“What would make you think that? Detective Grady went missing, but there has never been any sign that she was murdered—most especially, a body.”
“I was having an affair with her.”
“Jesus. You were just a kid.”
“I was almost eighteen. Anyway, I was with her that morning before she went missing. She got a text about the ferry leaving at five and she left. The next thing I heard she was missing. She was obsessed with getting something on Eddie so she could put him away. I think he set her up and then he killed her.” The detective scribbled another note.
“Now that, Mr. Davis, is good information. What about Tommy Covey? Did Eddie put a hit out on him?”
“I don’t know,” Gunner said. “Honestly. I have no idea. But, when you put it all together and add it to the fact that he has one out on me, it’s feasible.”
“He has a hit on you? Why?”
“He set up an underground fight that I was supposed to win. I didn’t and in the midst of it all, the money he’d taken in on the fight was stolen.”
“By who?”
Gunner shook his head. “Don’t know.”
The detective rolled his eyes. “Who did you fight?”
“A fighter they call the Big Indian.”
“Red Crow?”
“You follow underground fighting?”
The detective chuckled. “Hardly, but Mr. Red Crow is famous with SAPD for other things. Where was this fight?”
Once again Gunner did his best to keep a neutral expression as he said, “I don’t know, exactly. It was out in the middle of nowhere. I was taken there and afterwards I was practically unconscious.”
“Convenient,” the detective said, rolling his eyes. “You know that you just implicated yourself in the investigation?”
Gunner nodded. “I know. Ratting on anyone, even Eddie, is not my thing. But it was either that or kill him so I could get on with my life. Which one would you prefer?”
Detective Samuels smiled. “I’ll plead the Fifth on that one.” The smile fell from his face quickly and he said, “Sarah Grady was my partner, and my friend.”
Gunner nodded. “I’m sorry.”
With a sigh the detective said, “Where will you be in case I need more information?”
Gunner looked around again to make sure no one had sat down or was standing close by. “I’m taking Tammy to Massachusetts. I want her out of harm’s way.”
The detective looked around too and said, “I wouldn’t wait too long if I were you. If you change your number, I want it, otherwise I might just show up on your doorstep out there, if and when I have more questions.”
Gunner grinned. “Massachusetts is a big state.”
Again, the detective rolled his eyes. “Kid, how many times did I see you in the police station or jail when you were just a young punk?”
“A few,” Gunner said.
“A few, right. You were wearing a road map on your back every time. Let’s just hope Eddie doesn’t go there looking for you.”
“Not even Eddie would be ballsy enough to knock on my brother’s door.”
The detective had left about an hour before by the time Tammy came out of the ICU. She looked exhausted and walked into Gunner’s arms as soon as he stood up. He held her against his chest quietly until she finally pulled back and looked up at him. “He looks so bad. I think I’ve lost him.”
“I’m sorry,” Gunner whispered. He wished that he was better at things like that. He had no idea at all what to say.
She smiled at him, sadly. “Thank you.” Gunner guided her down to a seat and he asked:
“What do the doctors say?”
“They keep saying he’s stable. But they have no idea why he hasn’t woken up, and he’s lost so much weight. He hardly looks like himself. I hate that he’s here all alone.” Gunner was afraid she was changing her mind again about leaving with him, but he didn’t say anything. He hoped that she was just venting. He couldn’t leave her alone in Texas. If she stayed, he was staying, like it or not. They sat there in the waiting room and he held her without either one of them speaking for a long time. Finally, she looked up at the clock on the wall opposite them and said, “We should probably get you something to eat and get on the road.”
Gunner smiled. “What makes you think I’m hungry?”
“Your stomach is growling like a bear.”
Gunner was hungry. He’d eaten two candy bars out of the vending machines while he waited for her, but they hadn’t done the trick. He didn’t want to stop anywhere near the hospital, though. If Eddie or someone in the club had contact with anyone inside the hospital, they knew Tammy was back in town. Gunner wasn’t going to rest until he got her far away from there. He put his fingers under her chin and tipped her pretty face up to his. She wasn’t crying, but tears swam in the depths of her caramel eyes. “You’re still okay with going to the ranch with me?”
She nodded. “I had
this fantasy in my head that when I saw Tommy it would be like in the movies. He’d sense I was there, or hear my voice and wake up. I’m a nurse. I can see that’s not going to happen. I’m still going to hope it will one day, but at this point there’s nothing I can do for him or my father.” She hugged Gunner and said, “Thank you for bringing me here, though. I feel so much better that I at least got to see him one more time.”
Gunner kissed the top of her head and said, “Anything you want, anytime.”
“I want a hamburger, with lots of cheese and greasy French fries.” Gunner’s stomach growled loudly at the suggestion of the food. Tammy laughed and pulled back to look at his face. “Let’s get on the road.”
Gunner wasn’t about to argue with her. He was going to breathe a lot easier when they were out of San Antonio for good. They walked out the door of the hospital, and once again Gunner used his big body as a shield for Tammy. He had the gun Zack gave him tucked into his saddlebag, but he wasn’t sure how much good it would be if Eddie sent someone after them.
He let out a relieved breath when they made it back to the bike without incident. He slipped onto the bike and Tammy got on behind him. He’d just started it up when they heard the roar of a pack of engines, rumbling toward the hospital. “Shit,” Gunner said, before they even saw them. It was possible they weren’t coming for them, but Gunner didn’t believe in coincidence. Someone inside the hospital must be on Swinger’s payroll. “Hang on tight, baby!” He felt Tammy’s arms go around him as he pulled the bike out of the hospital lot and onto the road. He pulled back on the accelerator, opening it wide as he dodged traffic. “In the saddlebags, baby. Get the gun!” He felt Tammy grip onto him tighter with one hand while she used the other to dig out the gun as he continued to navigate the cars around them. He turned on a side road that would lead them downtown and to a little-used on-ramp to the freeway. They’d gone about a quarter of a mile, with the bikers behind them gaining ground, before he realized that the Head Hunters obviously knew the city as well as he did. The on-ramp was blocked by a line of Harleys. They were fucked.