Slick as Ides

by Chanse Lowell

  I huff. “I choose the fluid route. Hairs are staying—get used to them. Cavemen like hairy women.”

  He laughs and pulls out his pocket knife and cuts my shirt off.

  “Hey, you paid top dollar for this apparel,” I say, laughing.

  “Yeah, and that homeless woman is probably buying herself ten more outfits just like it with how much cash I gave her.”

  “Next time find someone dressed in darker colors. Why would a homeless person ever wear a white tee shirt? It’s just so . . .”

  “Stupid?” he asks, then slices through the tattered up jeans.

  “Enjoying yourself?” I taunt by jutting my breasts out.

  “Immensely, now shut up. This takes concentration.” His tongue hangs out the side of his mouth while he smiles like a dork.

  He pulls the shreds of my clothing away, snaps a picture with his phone, then licks his way up my right thigh to my right breast and bites through the bra.

  His next move is to cut that offensive piece of underclothing off.

  I scowl.

  “I love this bra, you shithead.” I tuck my head to my chest to see what the damage looks like to it. “This is my only white one.” Why am I still smiling? This is so ridiculous.

  He smirks. “White’s overrated.” A kiss is planted in the middle of my breasts and then he pulls away. “Okay, now you’re gonna get the encore before I fuck you and make you gush. This can’t wait if you’re gonna insult me before I fuck you.”

  “No, no! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I say through tight lips and laugher as he yanks my shoes and socks off. I try to wiggle away from him, but I can’t escape.

  He knows I can’t stand being barefoot anywhere other than on my own pristine hardwood floors that I know are safe and disease-free.

  “Yes, woman. You earned it.”

  And then pop!

  “Oh shit no!”

  His hot mouth envelops me as he sucks on my toes one at a time, staring me in the eye the entire time.

  “Think of how many germs are invading your mouth right now!” I squeal, laughing even harder.

  He slips a finger inside my panties he has yet to remove, and yanks at one of my curls.

  His lips slide off my big toe and he says, “Oh, I forgot to tell you—not only am I a nasty pervy dick, but I love germs. I use your toothbrush every morning and night!”

  And that’s when I scream so loud, the car actually sways.

  He rocks it harder a moment later though when he tears my panties off and slams himself inside me.

  “Viruses . . . Amoebas . . . Bacteria . . . I love all of it.” He licks the seam of my lips.

  I grimace for a second, and then that smile is back in place, even though this is vile and beyond nasty. When I try to turn my head away, he grips my jaw.

  “Say you want me.” His eyes burn into me.

  I shake my head, fighting off giggles.

  “Say you’re mine.” He licks his own lips.

  Another head shake. He grips a little tighter.

  I go from feeling loopy, to insanely turned-on by the tone of his voice.

  “Then at least marry me, woman.” He rubs his face for a moment and his mouth with his hand, then grinds his teeth.

  He gags for a second, then produces a ring between his teeth with a black diamond.

  “Oh, shit, that’s so gross—”

  “That’s a yes,” he says.

  I nod, and as he shoves his dick in as far as it can go while he simultaneously puts the ring on my finger. “I knew this was what you were waiting for. Now you’ll have my baby?”

  I laugh, my abs sore from cracking up so hard over the last few minutes. “If you’re into test-tube babies, then sure.”

  He growls, grabs my tits hard and bares his teeth at me. “No. Old fashioned way. I’m putting this kid in you with my dirty dick, and this dirty bitch is going to birth it screaming, pooping and peeing like all good girls do.”

  He spends the next few seconds with his fingers inside me, torturing my G-spot, making it swell.

  I whimper, and he pushes his cock back inside me.

  When I can tell he’s about to come, I bare down, squirting like I said I would for him.

  He moans low and deep, and his eyes roll back into his head.

  “My gorgeous girl . . . Feels so right! God!” He shakes, falls apart and instead of coming inside me, he pulls out and jacks off all over the seat, adding his secretions to mine.

  A black light isn’t going to be enough.

  “We’re giving this car to Riot as a parting gift,” he says once he’s caught his breath, “since we took your Veyron away from him.”

  He takes a long slow lick.

  And as his tongue’s extended, swiping at the seat, I dance my toe up into his wet mouth.

  “I love you, and if you ever try to shave me again, I won’t ever have anal with you, or have your kid,” I say, gasping for air. My heart is racing from everything he just did to me. “Now, get me out of this sickening, stolen vehicle and fuck me properly—give me your come, sweetheart.”

  “Say that again.” His eyes light up.

  “I said, get your fucking shit together, Vapor. Fuck me on a preauthorized, steam cleaned mattress.”

  His eyes go wide and he stops breathing.

  “Oh, yeah, and I got the birth control shot last week . . .”

  His head drops, and I cough and sputter for a moment as I slip the key to the cuffs out of my mouth and chuckle.

  Didn’t see me steal that from your pockets, did you, caveman?

  “You’re not the only one that’s mastered the gag reflex. I’ve been practicing that, too. Ever since you stole my chip out of my neck, I knew I had to be on par with you.”

  “At least I’ve mastered you and your mouth.” He bites the key, removes it from me and right when I think he’s going to unlock me, he does the unthinkable.

  He drops the key into the pool of our filth, grabs a handful of our combined fluids from the seat and smears them all over my chest.

  “Here’s to germs and come and babies.”

  I smile. “Here’s to being a thief like my man.”

  “You know what I really want to hear—say it.” His shoulders round as he tries to sit up straight, but the space won’t accommodate his height.

  “I can’t believe you’re asking this of me.” I can’t stop smiling either—my jaw is actually starting to ache.

  “Say it,” he repeats with a glint in his eye and a twisted smile in place. “I’m not letting you go ‘til you do.”

  “Fine, you fucker—but only for this one night. And if anyone asks, I’m denying I ever said it.” I look him in the eyes.

  “You’re stalling, gorgeous,” he says, grinning harder.

  “Because I thought I’d warn you first—tomorrow I’m taking Rich down so your gloating won’t last long . . .” I stare at him, waiting for a reaction. There’s no discernible change in his facial expression.

  “Yeah, that’s great. Now say it,” he huffs, rolling his eyes.

  I lean in and kiss him, then take a deep breath. “You, sir, are a dirty son of a bitch, and in this moment, you’re slicker than Ides.”

  “Thank God. Now I can release you and take your ass back inside. I’ll show you why I’m slicker.” He drags his finger over the remaining drip at the slit of his cock, and gives me a wicked grin.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket. He pulls it out and answers, “Hey, you got Libby?”

  I lean in to listen to the call.

  It’s faint, but I can make out a few words here and there . . . Something about how she leaped across the room to get to Westin and how the blonde woman, Lisa, Rich’s mistress, was amazing at helping him out.

  “No shit? He was beating Lisa, too?”

  “Yep, and blondie’s with me now,” Westin says so loud I can hear it without any problem.

  Nick goes ahead and puts it on speaker phone so I can hear the rest of what they’re saying.

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nbsp; “Okay, so this means Rich is on his way right now to get his car back? He’s tracked us down?” Nick gives me a look of utter satisfaction.

  “Yep, and it bought me the perfect amount of time so I could get in here and retrieve Libby, leave behind the package and get the hell out. It should time out in twenty minutes,” he says.

  “The weasel better work,” Nick replies.

  “It will,” I answer for both of them.

  “Get out now. He should be there soon. Time your weasel as well, and I’ll see you later at the rendezvous. Great working with ya again, man.”

  “You, too, Fingers. You did a great job. The best I’ve ever seen from you.” Nick smiles at me, and my chest expands as I almost float away.

  “No one’s gonna get hurt, right?” I check with him again for the tenth time.

  “Not a soul.” He leans in and kisses my temple, hugs me real quick and then let’s go.

  He hands me back my phone, takes me inside and sets the weasel up by the drains, punches in the codes and takes my hand, dragging me out of our home so quick, all our belongings and furniture are a blur as we exit.

  Moments later we’re on his motorcycle, wearing helmets and whipping down the road.

  It isn’t until we hear a massive explosion down the block that he stops and pulls over.

  “Holy shit! That was Rich’s place, wasn’t it?” I grip him tight around his leather jacket.

  He rips out his buzzing phone from his pocket and then looks back up at the flames licking the sky and creating black angry twirls of smoke.

  “No—it was Hillcourt Corporation—he lives a block away.”

  “How can you tell?” I ask.

  He passes me his phone, and on the screen there’s a picture of the building in flames and a text message from Jason—Had no choice. I won’t go back.

  That’s when Nick drives us back to our place as fast as we can go. And no matter how much I scream for him to stop and turn around, he won’t listen. The bike throttles harder, and it’s not Nick driving the bike anymore, it’s another man entirely.

  The lawyer that can’t stand to allow a bad guy to get away and was tortured for years by being forced to do anything his dad told him to. Forced to be a criminal, rather than someone that creates magnificent inventions the world can marvel at.

  Justice can be a bitch, even dirtier than I am—one that can’t be stopped no matter what. No matter how much I wish it would.

  I hold him tight—since it’s all I can do.

  Chapter 24

  Nick

  I stare but see only the black asphalt beneath the wheels of my bike.

  Dena keeps screaming at me to stop, but I won’t. I can’t.

  We’ve built a life together over the last few months in L.A. We knew there’d be moments we’d have to run, but this is too much. This seems too permanent. We came back home without fear because we were prepared. We have items we treasure.

  We have memories.

  We. Have. A. Life. Here!

  I’ll be damned if I’ll let Rich Hillcourt take any of those things from me.

  Not after what he did to my father and the woman he loved.

  Each second that passes, I see my Dena’s face as she’s beaten and tortured, treated like shit until she doesn’t know who she is anymore.

  I imagine being in Dad’s place.

  Hell, it’s too easy to imagine, since her own father abused her years ago.

  We’re similar as father and son. More than I ever knew—we’re the same to the core. We did it all for a woman we love beyond reason.

  We did our best, and even used crooked means to help and save her—the woman of our dreams.

  Libby was selfish, choosing money and someone with a higher station than Dad.

  My Dena will never do that, and I love her all the more for her integrity.

  I grip the handle bars tight and shout, “I won’t risk you.”

  I pull over on the side of the road, hand her the gun from her backpack and tell her to wait here.

  “No, Nick. You can’t do this. Who knows what that man will do to you when you see him? He might be more deranged than my father was. I mean, my dad never beat or tortured anyone.”

  “Didn’t he? Isn’t that what he basically did to you but on a less noticeable scale? I know you don’t want to reminisce and share the details with me, but I know he hit you, and more than once. I can tell by the things you’ve said, the way you act sometimes. He terrorized you.” A fire rains in my brain, consuming all thoughts but one—justice.

  She claps her hand on my wrist and encircles it with her slender little fingers. “Don’t do this. We can get another place—start over. We knew we might have to run again someday. It isn’t worth it.”

  “If I let him go now, how long will we have to keep running? Will we ever be able to have kids?” I place my free hand on top of hers and squeeze it. Not to remove her grip, but to soothe her. “If I let him go, who’s to say he won’t go after my father and do unspeakable things to him?”

  “Stephen Reid can handle himself. He has connections and people to help him. Why else do you think Jason did that? He had to be acting under your dad’s orders.” She cups my jaw with her other hand. “Listen to me, sweetheart—we need to walk away. We’re weakened. Our defenses are low. What’s the number one rule for hackers everywhere?”

  “Don’t get caught and leave no trace,” I regurgitate, my vision going hazy as I allow my brain to numb.

  “Exactly. If we go back there, or you do, or anyone else—Rich has us. We’ll have been sloppy and unprepared. It means he has the upper hand. We were already walking away from our place moments ago. Let’s do that now—together.” She leans in and kisses one cheek, then the other, followed by both my eyes and then my nose and lips. “Please, I’m begging you, sweetheart. Let’s live another day. Let’s be together and make love. Rich gets his car. He probably torches our place down. So what? We’ll have each other, and isn’t that what your dad was seeking with Libby? To be with her at all costs? To keep her safe?” Another gentle kiss to my lips. “I love you, and it doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with you—then I’m safe and happy.”

  I clasp her to my chest and whimper, “I hate that he’s breathing!”

  “I know, baby, I know.” She rocks me back and forth.

  When she lets go, her eyes are filled with frustration as well, and creased at the corners with worry, but there’s also a glimmer of hope and love, and that’s what I hang onto as I drive us away into the unknown—into the black, scary night, where at least we’ll be together.

  * * *

  I wake drenched in sweat and pull Dena into my chest, then wrap my arms around her waist.

  She continues to sleep. It never wakes her when I do this unless I purposefully jostle her awake.

  I breathe into her hair, taste the skin of her neck and still, nothing can make this hole in my chest go away.

  It’s all gone. All of it.

  Two weeks ago our house burst into flames, somehow our security box was tampered with in the bank and someone took everything inside it. Our security measure we’d put in place, failed—even the temperamental virus that was supposed to infect everything we’d locked up, rendering them useless.

  In my gut, I know . . . It’s not over.

  We’ve hidden, we’ve run, and I have the shitty name of Aiden Barrows. What the fuck?

  I’m sleeping next to Sarah Williams, not Dena Black.

  My stomach knots as I consider how I can change this.

  Today we up and move on somewhere else. Maybe a new state.

  I hum into her shoulder and kiss it, and before I know what I’m doing, I seek her out for warmth and comfort and a place for my hard dick.

  I grind my length into her ass.

  Those skimpy red panties have a dry spot on them—didn’t do my job adequately last night.

  “Shouldn’t be wearing those,” I murmur as I slip them down her legs.

 
She stirs, moans and is still limp.

  “Please, sweetheart, I need you.” I reach up inside her tee shirt—my tee shirt she’s wearing—and I cup her breasts, then squeeze them.

  “Mmm . . . Sleeping, Aiden.”

  I flip her over. “What the fuck did you just call me?” I ask through a tight jaw and blurring vision.

  “Sorry . . . Just trying to ingrain it into my brain so I don’t slip and call you Nick. I have to get used to it.”

  “No, you fucking don’t. Not at home when we’re alone together,” I say, ripping her shirt off, and struggling to get it past her heavy, tired limbs.

  Her eyes stay closed.

  “Christ—we don’t even have a home anymore,” I say and my stomach drops. It’s sickening she has to deal with this shit. We can’t even go very far since we still have a company to run.

  “What’s wrong?” She blinks in the low light and looks more edible than ever. “You haven’t called me a bitch in two weeks, ever since . . .”

  “It’s not because of that.” I drop my shoulders and climb over her, then take her right nipple between my lips and flick my tongue over it.

  Her fingers brush through my blond cropped hair.

  “I don’t want you to dye your hair again,” I tell her between kisses, licks and nibbles. “No lighter than this, and I don’t want you messing with the length either.” I grip the back of her neck to bring her mouth to mine.

  She moans as the kiss grows heavy and urgent.

  When I release her, she sighs. “Tell me what’s going on with you. I’m worried. You’ve been really quiet lately.”

  “You don’t deserve this—any of it. How am I any better than your father? I’ve got you running, hiding who you are, instead of being in your own sanctuary where you can create. You haven’t been able to touch any of your inventions since our place was destroyed. We can’t keep hopping from state to state. It needs to stop, so I contacted my dad yesterday.”

  She sits up. “You what?” She grips my shoulders. “No! He’s dangerous!”

  “I know he is, and that’s why we need him. I think he’s the one that broke into our safe deposit box and stole our shit. I figured he was going after Rich. He confirmed to me yesterday that I was right about all this.”