“And what’s that?” I asked, both curious and stalling for time as I rummaged for his gift.
“Jack-and-shit,” he grumbled, obviously not happy about that fact.
I managed to palm the keychain just as he turned back towards me with the two glasses of wine. Unsure, I had to scan his face for any sign that he might have spotted my hand darting out of my purse at the last instant, but he showed no sign of suspicion. The smile I extended back at him was motivated in equal parts by the sight of him walking towards me—something I’d been terrified I’d never see again—and the satisfaction of a covert extraction successfully pulled off. He moved to sit in front of me and, as he did, gently set my glass in front of me. I moved with my free hand, still working to keep his gift concealed, to take a sip and almost dropped it—and myself—as it came in contact with my taste buds. I actually caught myself moaning at the taste.
It was definitely expensive.
“1947 Cheval Blanc,” Jace said, letting that stand as explanation enough for what I was experiencing. The smirk alone, however, told me that he’d been expecting that sort of reaction. “I figured you deserved the best given what a jerk I was.”
I groaned and nodded, feeling my eyelids flutter as I did. “Consider yourself forgiven all over again,” I whimpered into the glass, letting the aroma swirl in my nostrils. Then, grinning up at him, I said, “Close your eyes.”
“What?” he asked. “What for?”
“Just do it!” I pouted.
“Alright, alright,” he said, laughing.
I watched as he closed his eyes. I moved forward, waving my free hand in his face, testing to see if he could see anything. Deciding that I was being overly dramatic, I pulled the keychain and took his hand, opening his palm and placing the hand-carved raven keychain in his empty hand.
“Can I look now?” he asked, feeling the new object in his grip and already beginning to blindly test it.
“Go ahead,” I said, moving back to my seat.
He opened his eyes, glancing down at the keychain in his grip and I watched, not even realizing I had been holding my breath at what his reaction would be. He smiled warmly, holding the keychain out and then looked at me.
“This is incredible!” he smiled a broad, sincere smile. “Oh my… when did you get this, Mia!” he asked.
I blushed at the question and shrugged. “The night we fought,” I explained. “I wanted to get you something after my lunch with Danny, but I had trouble deciding. I…” I sighed and shrugged, “I guess it took me longer than I thought.”
He blinked, first at me and then down at the keychain. “This… this is what you were doing? I… oh fuck! Shit, Mia, I’m so, so sorry! I’m a—”
“You’ve already been forgiven two times over,” I reminded him, smiling reassuringly and holding up the glass of wine. “And you just opened a ten-grand bottle of wine for me,” I paused and made a show of taking a sip. “That was—what?—about a hundred dollars I just swallowed?”
He blushed, looking back at me. “You know your wines?”
I sighed and shrugged. “I know this wine, at least,” I offered. “Let’s just say my time working with the Crew taught me a bit about the ‘high life’ and the sorts of things that I would never get to indulge in.” I smirked at that, eyed the glass, and took another sip. “Feels good to prove them wrong.”
Jace stared at me for a long moment, then glanced back down at his gift. “You really are incredible, Mia. And I’m going to cherish this forever,” he said, moving to slip the gift onto the rest of his keys.
“Well, with how much I cherish the necklace you got me,” I said, my hand absently rubbing the bird pendant on my neck. “I wanted to get you something in return.”
He smiled again at me and moved back towards me. I gasped as he lifted me from the chair, pressing his lips to mine. “Now to show you my thanks,” he whispered into my ear, the lustiness of his voice immediately turning me on.
“Mmph,” I groaned into his mouth. “B-but what about the wine?” I asked, worrying about the price of the bottle we were leaving behind, open and exposed to the air.
“There’s more important things for me to think about right now,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine.
And, just like that, Jason Presley carried me off towards the bedroom, ignoring a freshly-opened and barely drank ten-thousand-dollar bottle of wine.
Moaning, my passion for him intensifying with each step, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. He smirked, throwing me down on the bed and I watched him, my body thrumming in anticipation. I needed this so bad and I could tell it way the same for him. I glanced down at the bulge in his pants and smirked, crawling forward in the bed.
“Let me help with that,” I said, cooing as I began to unzip his pants.
He watched, slipping out of his shirt as I pulled both his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out, fat and eager, begging for my touch.
I happily answered, leaning down and wrapping my mouth around the head and beginning to work my way deeper. I moaned, sucking his cock deep as I let my tongue run ahead, tracing a path for the rest of my mouth to follow. I felt his hands move to my head, gently working to follow the pace I set. There was power in that grip, enough to pull me all the way down if he wanted to—something that plenty of weaker men had done before—but, with him, his hands were just there for the ride; occasionally weaving through my hair but never taking control.
I loved that about him.
I could fully trust him.
I moaned, running my tongue over his cock one last time before pulling back.
I didn’t want to waste his release in my mouth.
Watching me pull away, he smirked, misinterpreting my motivation, and said, “Mm! My turn.”
And then he was pushing me back on the bed.
I let him. I let myself fall back, loving the feel of his bed this time around—now that he was sharing it with me—and watched him work, shivering in pleasure as he began to slip my top off. He grinned, throwing my shirt away and began to work on my bra. I let him work, watching my chest rise and fall from my heavy breathing. I knew that even the smallest touch from him was about to set me off.
I was desperate for him.
He answered just as I had him, moving his head down and capturing one of my nipples between his lips. He suckled gently as his other hand squeezed my other breast, not wanting either to go without attention. I gasped, arching against his touch. I was already so close to losing it and he’d only begun to play with my breasts.
Every time we made love, it was an explosion of all my senses and it didn’t seem to be lessening. I moaned as he finally moved from my breasts, moving down my taut stomach as he began to slip my skirt off, taking the panties off in one quick motion. In mere seconds, I was full bare to him and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He grinned down at me, admiring the way I looked and causing me to become that much more crazed.
“Hurry,” I said, embarrassed to find that I was panting.
“Not just yet,” he said, his eyes continuing to take in the sight of my naked body under his.
“Please, Jace,” I pleaded, arching up, begging for his touch. “Don’t make me wait any longer!”
“Alright, as you wish,” he said, finally moving to touch me.
I gasped as fingers slid inside me and my body began to climax. I gasped, still in shock at how easily he’d just made me come. I didn’t think I would ever get used to just how much power he had over my body. And I didn’t mind that one bit. I moaned, watching as he began to move, his eyes on mine as he watched me come to his touch.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, his voice rough with lust.
“Jace,” I panted. “I need you inside me. Right now!”
“Alright,” he said, seeming to not be able to wait any longer either.
I watched him move to the nightstand and slipped a condom of the drawer. I shivered, desperate to have him inside me. I had
been on birth control and a part of me promised that the next time we had sex, I’d tell him. I wanted to feel him inside me fully, no condoms, no nothing. But right now, I couldn’t wait. I needed him too badly to even speak.
“Ready?” he asked, moving his cock to my entrance.
“Hurry,” I asked, my voice pleading him to continue.
He didn’t need any more assurance. Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt inside me. I cried out, my second orgasm undoing me as I fell back against the bed. He didn’t stop this time, didn’t wait for me to finish coming. He began to move, his thrusts wild with the passion we both felt. I let him move, crying out in pleasure as he moved like a wild animal over me. I gasped, arching back in bliss as he continued to pick up the pace, seeming to be possessed.
The pleasure was almost unbearable.
I could feel myself coming undone from just how wild he was.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last much longer, my body was growing weak from just how much exertion it was taking. But I didn’t have to worry much longer. I watched Jace’s face twist in raw passion and I could tell he was close.
“Gonna cum,” he said through gritted teeth.
“M-me too,” I more gasped than said.
Another orgasm swept through me. My body fell back, weakening from just how intense this all was. I shivered, watching as Jace groaned, arching back as he began to release inside me. The two of us got lost in our releases and before long, we both fell back, panting hard. I turned on the bed, smiling up at him, my body tingling from the pleasure still.
“That was amazing,” I said, grinning.
“It was,” he said, smiling back and turning towards me. “I think it’ll always be that intense with us.”
“Yeah?” I asked, chuckling softly. “That both elates and terrifies me.”
“Why does it terrify you?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Because! You’ve got some wicked power over me and I don’t know if my brain will be able to handle how many orgasms I have when you touch me,” I said, pouting playfully.
“I think somehow you’ll manage,” he said, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.
“I appreciate your faith,” I said, giggling and leaned in more, snuggling against his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.
I was back where I belonged finally. Wrapped in Jace’s arms, I felt safe and secure. With him by my side, I knew nothing could go wrong. As I began to fall asleep, I ignored the small part of me that screamed just how wrong I was. How much wrong could happen, even with Jace by my side.
I fell asleep feeling both elated and terrified for what was to come.
TWELVE
~JACE~
A part of me—I liked to believe it was Logic, but who could be sure anymore—still hated the idea of leaving Mia the next morning. Having finally come back around from such an awful episode, and having all of the information out on the table, made the process of turning my back to her unbearable. On the one hand, there was the rekindled affection; it was almost physically painful to pull apart what had been so recently and tightly reknit. On the other, while knowing that the Carrion Crew was hunting for Mia—and outright gunning for me—was bad enough, there was the added deterrent of Mack to consider; that slimy-tongued fuck! Bad enough to have to leave your lover after such a rocky trial—and one we scaled and royally made our bitch, I might add—but to also have such a rising degree of danger added to the mix? Yeah, a part of me—quite a great deal of me, in fact—aggressively, morbidly, and violently loathed the idea of leaving Mia alone while I went out to handle Crow business.
Especially after how we’d woken up.
I remembered waking up the morning after Halloween as a kid, the taste of the previous night’s bounty still rich and haunting on my tongue, and just craving another sweet hit of chocolatey goodness before hauling off to school. In a sort of ironic, perverted moment of nostalgia, waking up with the linger of Mia’s love on my taste buds, I couldn’t help but want more.
The kid in me likes the salty-sweet tingle, I mused to myself, remembering the old commercial, but the grownup in me just can’t get enough of that pussy!
Admittedly, I had partaken—how could I not?—but the whole ordeal was more of an appetizer that had me more hungry for a meal that I knew I wouldn’t get to eat.
It was almost enough to get me to U-turn the chopper and go back for a second helping. Somehow, by some strange miracle, I’d managed to wake up, turn from temptation, and go through the motions of getting ready, holding back as I kissed Mia goodbye, and getting out and onto the road. But, ironically enough, it had been the process of being around Mia that made it possible to leave her—to be physically around her was to understand how important it was to go out and ensure her protection—and now that I was putting miles between us it was getting harder to solidify in my mind just why I wasn’t still there.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. They neglect to mention how distance makes the brain grow dumber.
Or how pussy makes slaves of us all.
Two thoughts came to me at that moment, both earning their own respective chuckles:
The first was the likelihood that Danny—self-proclaimed “fag” and slave to nothing but his work—would probably loom a statement like that over me and, no doubt, every other straight man until the day he finally dropped.
The second, admittedly more tongue-in-cheek—pun definitely intended, I thought on—was that I had a new idea for a potato chip flavor.
Now I just gotta figure out how to ring up those jerkoffs at Lays, I told myself, starting to laugh once more.
****
I was halfway to Danny’s when I noticed the sky beginning to darken. This didn’t surprise me, the forecast had predicted a chance of showers and the bubbly cartoon clouds blocking out a jagged cartoon sun made it obvious to even a child what to expect, but there was still something ominous and unnerving to it. Good intentions and good humor had defined most of my morning—had driven me out this far with nary a song in my heart, if I should be so bold and fruity—but they’d only go so far, it turned out. Going through life like a stick of gum—bold and fruity, I thought again to myself—was, apparently, a good way to ensure your good mood got chewed up.
And now’s the part where the world spits me out, right?
I didn’t want to take the growing cloud coverage as a bad omen. I didn’t want to wave adios to my good mood, to my good intentions, or to my good humor; but if I didn’t wave them off it seemed I’d be turning my back on them rudely as they left. I didn’t want to think that something as random and inconsequential as the weather could mean anything more than nature was taking its course; other than that the world, regardless of the Crows and the Carrions and regardless of me and Mia and the rest of the goings-on of the city, was moving on as it always had.
I didn’t want these things, but, my brain being the awesome and cooperative machine that it was, didn’t give a fuck.
I caught myself whispering Mia’s name, and as I did I cranked the handle and brought the needle abruptly to the triple digits.
Speed. Speed was key. The world, its clouds, and every little thing scuttling about its surface was more a slave to time than any straight man could be to pussy. Speed was a factor of time; a body in motion and all that jazz. Maybe if I moved faster—maybe if I kept on moving faster—time would slow, perhaps even be polite enough to stop, and I could finish everything—finish all of this—and be back home, back with Mia, before I’d even left her in the first place.
I couldn’t say with any rationality that I truly believed that…
But a man can dream.
Satisfied by that, I only drove faster.
From pussy-flavored potato chips to racing time itself, I thought with a groan as an unfortunate fly splattered against my cheek, stinging me and killing it. Jason, I think you may be insane.
I was laughing agai
n, but a part of me— I liked to believe it was Logic, but who could be sure anymore—was saddened to realize there was no real humor in it.
****
“Didn’t expect to see ya so soon,” Danny said, turning to face me as I walked into the office.
I was still wiping fly guts off my cheek.
“Good to see you too,” I muttered.
“Get things settled with yer lady?” he asked, ignoring my mood.
I gave him a look, realized there was no way he could know what I was thinking—what I was feeling—and just as quickly wiped it off my face.
“I did,” I admitted. “Better than settled,” I went on, hoping to convey the illogical urgency I was starting to feel. “We’re so good now that I’m sort of uneasy being away from her. So can we get a move on?”
“That’s fair,” Danny said with a nod, turning to some printouts he had waiting beside him. As he handed them over, he did me the favor of summarizing their contents: “Couple of my guys were on the case, as it was. But it was a guy I ‘visit’ on Wednesdays that came through; inside guy”—he paused to chuckle at his own joke—“who works as a guard at the pen.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. “You’re fucking a prison guard? And for that he’s willing to share information?” I asked, disbelieving.
Danny outright laughed at that. “He wishes I’d give him that honor. No, boy, I let a prison guard suck my dick on Wednesdays. And ya can bet yer virgin keister that once he’s done swallowing he lets spill with just ‘bout anything I’ve got to ask.”
“You got beer-flavored spunk or something?” I asked, amazed.
I was met with a shrug. “That or bacon,” Danny answered with absolute sincerity. “Lord knows I eat enough of it. Anyway…” he drawled, nodding towards the paperwork, “he let spill that a certain someone—one Malcolm ‘Mack’ Chobavich, who was one hell of a submissive little prison bitch from the sounds of things—was suddenly and, quote, ‘inexplicably released due to some filing errors in the courts.’”
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