by Ivy Blake
I sighed. “No, not yet. I mean, he has been asking about my family, so I know that sooner or later I will have to introduce him and I know that will be a fucking shit storm of a problem.”
“Yeah, I know how your parents are.”
I stopped my mind from racing through the possibilities of what would happen when they found out.
“Yeah, I know. But, it’s only been like a week, you know? So, I don’t want to jump the gun and introduce him to my parents just yet. As a matter of fact, I don’t even want to tell them about him until we get further along in our relationship.” I laughed at my awkwardness. “My God, listen to me. I am speaking like I’ve known Harrison for months and it has barely been a week.”
“Yeah, girl. I’m going to need you to pump your brakes just a little bit, ok?”
I fell backwards on the couch and propped my head against the pillow, “I know, I know. I don’t know what is wrong with me, Freya! It is like I am slipping down an icy slope of adolescent love with no way to stop. Like I am a fucking teenager again.”
“It’s normal to fall hard and fast sometimes. Just try to keep some guard up, alright? I don’t want you to get hurt.” Freya pulled me into a hug and I let out a long sigh. Freya was right. I was falling hard and fast, but I needed to make sure I left some of my walls up so everything didn’t completely tumble down around me. Especially with my family. They weren’t something to be taken lightly. Freya released me from her arms and sighed.
“I was just passing through and I wanted to check on you. I’m headed over to Jade’s place. She wants me to go to this birthday get together with her.” She stood up and threw her purse around her shoulder. “You be safe tonight, alright huh?”
“I will.”
I watched her leave the house and with that, I got ready to head to Harrison’s. I sprinkled a floral fragrance onto my skin, and walked over to my closet. While my leggings were calling my name, it way too soon for me to feel completely comfortable around Harrison so slid on my favorite pair of jeans and a cute top, instead. Then left to go to Harrison’s place.
I was impressed as soon as I parked in front of his apartment building. He must be doing very well for himself, I said as I peered at the complex. When I walked inside the lobby everything looked as though was new, and I felt very out of place.
I reached his door and after one ring, Harrison answered wearing a white t-shirt. His muscles distracted me from his smile and it wasn’t until he spoke that I was redirected to his lips.
“Welcome,” he said as he opened the door.
“You’ve got a nice place, Harrison.”
“What did you expect?”
“Not this. You didn’t come off like as a guy who would live in this kind of place. This is roomy and fancy. Do you have a family somewhere that I should know about?”
He laughed. “Nah, it is just me. I guess I just like my space, you know? I like to have options.”
“Oh? Options, huh? Is that what this is about? Am I an option?” I teased.
He paused. “No, I wouldn’t say that. I wouldn’t say that at all.”
He sat down on the couch. The flat screen television mounted on the wall danced in high definition on ESPN. The size of his place made me wonder what exactly his government job really meant. What if he is into something illegal like my family?
“You wouldn’t happen to be Italian, would you?”
He smiled. “No. German ancestry.”
Damn it. “Ok, I was just wondering.” He flipped through the channels on the television as I looked throughout his front room. He didn’t have any pictures of his family or anything and that made me wonder. Most people would at least have one or two pictures of their loved ones around, but the fact that his home was so bare made me curious. It looked as though he had just moved in.
“So, how long have you been living here?”
“About a month now. I haven’t really gotten settled in yet.” The television briefly provided background noise between us. “So, where do your parents live? Is it in the city?”
There he went, asking about my parents again. A slight knot formed in my stomach, and I started to get a little defensive. “This whole week you have been asking about my parents and my brothers. Why do you want to know so much about my family?”
“I am just curious about your foundation. That’s all. I want to know as much about you as I can and it seems like the best way to do that is to know your history. Know where you came from.”
I felt the knot slowly dissipate. “Or, you can just hang around me a little longer and get to know me for yourself. I think that is a better way.”
“Oh, you do?” He smiled. “Yeah, I think so, too. I figured that I would just come after you at every angle and speed up the process.”
“Oh, I see.” I stood up, “so, are you going to show me the rest of your place?”
He smirked. “There isn’t much to see, but sure.”
He gave me a tour of his three-bedroom apartment. All the rooms had the essentials in them. A bed, a dresser and a nightstand, but not much else. It literally seemed as though he just moved into this place last week, except there weren’t piles of boxes everywhere. When we got to the main bedroom, I instantly fell in love with the balcony that overlooked the courtyard. The moonlight reflected off the man-made pond fifty yards from the back patio. “Wow. This is just… this is beautiful. I love it here, but I couldn’t live in this place alone.” I faced him. “I’d be way too scared. You aren’t afraid to live here alone?”
“No. I can handle myself. I don’t get scared easily.”
I stepped away from the window, and I could feel his eyes on me as I moved. I loved it when he watched me like that. I bit my lip and slowly started to unbutton my shirt and I walked towards his bathroom. As I reached the door to the entrance, I pulled my shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, and I immediately felt his hand on my waist. His hand slowly moved up to my breast and I reached down and undid my pants. I stepped forward and pulled them down. I pulled down my panties and turned to face him. He was already taking off his boxers and I bit my lip at the site of his unbelievable body.
Harrison pushed me into his large shower, and turned on the handle. The hot water cascaded over our naked bodies, soothing my sore muscles, and our mouths crashed into one another. His body was warm and rigid, providing me strength and safety I needed. His hands trailed my spine and waist, awaking all my nerves again, and I snuggled closer to him.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he whispered into my shoulder and bit it playfully. “I just love touching you.”
He took soap and started washing my body, moving his hands meticulously all over me. I was panting by the time he helped me rinse the soap off, burning to get him inside of me. I did the same to him, stroking his cock deliberately as I applied the soap on it, feeding on his moans and grunts.
His cock was huge in my hands, its veins pulsating furiously as I touched him, and I decided to reward him. After all, I’d lost a count of the orgasms he’d given me so far.
I rinsed him off and knelt in front of him. I took his sack with one hand and placed the other around the base of his cock. I moved it up and down, stroking him slowly.
“Carina. Fuck. That feels amazing.”
“And how about this?”
I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slid my tongue over it. He had a perfect taste, and I found myself lapping it up greedily. The more I licked and sucked, the more sounds he made and it felt amazing being able to pleasure him like this.
“That feels great, Carina. Fuck me, you’re so good at this.”
His hands held my head tightly and pulled me toward him, making me take him deep inside my mouth. I moved it out slowly, glancing up at him to see him watching me with heated eyes. His cock was twitching after each stroke of my tongue, hard as rock, while his breathing increased.
“Fuck! I need to be inside you right now.”
He grabbed
me and pulled me back to my feet, turning me around to face the wall. He separated my legs, exposing my ass to him, and brought his cock to my entrance.
“You’re so hot. You’re perfect.” He thrust into me and started moving at once, burying himself deep into me repeatedly.
“Ah! Harrison! Don’t stop!”
“Never, babe.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward, meeting my lips half-way. Our mouths crashed into one another as our bodies met in a frenzy. His fingers found my clit, and he applied the right pressure, which doubled the pleasure that spread through me. I was so close to coming, screaming his name when he pushed further inside and hit the sweet spot.
“Yes!”
My core convulsed around his cock as I orgasmed, and he cursed, unable to stop pounding me.
“I love the way you feel when you come. I just want to stay inside of you forever.”
His continued pounding prolonged my climax, and all coherent thoughts left me, leaving place for pure bliss only.
“Don’t stop, Harrison.”
He groaned and picked up his pace, pushing inside me really hard. My body hugged him too tightly, welcoming each thrust, and grew more sensitive as I neared a new orgasm. This time I could feel him close too, and I met his cock even faster, which brought an immense pleasure that numbed all my senses.
It was more than I could handle, and I let go, calling his name at the peak of my pleasure, and a few moments later he followed.
“What have you done to me?” he asked as his arms wrapped around my waist. “I can’t stop. No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s not enough.”
He turned me around, pressing his chest against mine.
I sighed. “I feel the same, but I have to admit that I’m a bit afraid. I’m afraid that this could end too quickly and I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all.”
He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment I thought that I scared him with my confession, but then he pulled me closer to him.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while, okay?” he muttered into my hair.
“Okay,” I whispered and closed my eyes, enjoying this unusual, yet blissful moment.
Chapter 13
Harrison
I stood just outside Tony Dellucci’s home, on my second puff of my cigarette. O’Malley stood beside me, smiling as if the world was just placed in the palm of his hands and he was ready to mold it in whatever fashion he desired. The gray sky above pushed thick clouds across the horizon like cotton balls. O’Malley removed a cigar from his case and bit the end off, spewing it onto the grass with trickles of saliva trailing it. He extended the case towards me, but I waved him off.
“Come on, Harrison. It is time for you to step up with the big boys. Take one of these cigars and inhale the aroma. This is our victory smoke.”
I squinted my eyes at the house, ignoring his gesture. I couldn’t believe that I had gone through with it. I felt like shit on the inside and out of all the times I’d had people put away, this was by far, the hardest pill for me to swallow. I slid my cigarette onto my lips and inhaled the nicotine again, then blew the thick grey cloud of smoke out of my mouth and watched it flutter into the air until it dissipated. A few officers walked by us and went into the Dellucci house as I stood with O’Malley near the pathway. It had taken a little over eight months to wrap everything up, but we had finally gotten enough information to bust Tony Dellucci. O’Malley put his hand on my shoulder as we waited patiently for our men to finish the job.
Seconds later, Dellucci came out of the house in handcuffs with a coat thrown around him. He looked right through me with a stone-faced glare as he walked by. O’Malley’s smirk never left his face.
“You did it, Harrison. This is why we pay you the big bucks. You go in and you handle a fucking job like a pro every goddamned time! You are the fucking all-star of the Chicago Police Department.”
Minutes later, his wife Maria was walked out in handcuffs with her head hanging low. Her long, straight hair covered her face as she begrudgingly walked down the path in the company of two officers. I had gotten close to her during my time undercover. She treated me like a son after the seventh month and between her and Tony, she was a lot quicker to accept my difference in nationality.
She didn’t even want to look my way as she was escorted to the squad car. Next, the two brothers emerged from the house with snarls on their faces. I flicked my cigarette into the lawn. It flipped end over end until it landed in the grass. The butt of the cigarette glowed on top of the blades.
“You fuckin’ piece of shit! We will get you, you fucking bitch! We will kill you!” Nico yelled as he tried to break free from the grasp of the police officers. His brother, Luca, was calmer but his glare was hard enough to make a statue feel uneasy. I didn’t move my eyes away from him though. I wasn’t one to succumb to intimidation, no matter what form it came in.
The front door propped open as I redirected my attention towards the sound. A light drizzle fell from the clouds above, sprinkling everything that was below it. My body stiffened as she walked out with her head down. My Carina. I didn’t know how she had gotten mixed up in everything and I hate that she was linked. If I would’ve known, I would have given her a heads up about the case. I would’ve told her to clear her name before it was too late.
The investigators found her guilty of laundering money and after that, she was seen as one of the enemies. When she stepped off the porch, the rain picked up. I couldn’t tell the difference between my heartbeat and the thunder that roared above us as she walked closer to me. I loved her. That was for damned sure. I loved her to death but it was too late for me to save her. When the investigators broke the case open, she was named as an accomplice and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
As she walked by me, she tugged at the officers, silently begging them to stop. I noticed her struggle and stepped forward.
“Hold on,” I said to them as I put my hand on one of their shoulders. The strength of the rain picked up. The baby bump had just started to become visible beneath her shirt. It was mine. She slowly lifted her head towards me. I couldn’t tell if it was the rain, her tears, or a combination of both. I wanted to die.
“I’m sorry,” I said in whatever strength I could muster. “I didn’t mean for it to come to this. I just–”
“You were just doing your fucking job, Harrison,” O’Malley said as he stepped closer to us. “This woman helped her family become what they are today. Laundering money so we could never find the paper trail. She is just as guilty as the rest of them. You just did your fucking job.”
My fist balled as the strength of the rain increased, exploding against our clothing and cement that we stood on top of. I wanted to take a swing at him. It was unnecessary for him to comment on anything I had to say to Carina. I was in love with her and little did O’Malley know, I was prepared to do whatever I had to so that she wouldn’t spend a day in prison.
“I just–”
She cut me off, “no, he is right. He is right, Harrison. You had a job to do. It was fucked up, but it was your job and you were damned good at it because neither me or my family expected a thing. I don’t know if they will ever forgive me for this.”
She looked at her stomach and laughed in a shameful way, “and now, this baby. This is the representation of what we were. A dream. A façade. A fucking lie. That is all our baby will represent. A fucking lie.”
“Come on,” one of the officers said, “let’s go. That is enough talking.”
As they led her away from me, I watched my love walk the green mile out of my life. I knew she would never forgive me and any other time, I wouldn’t have given a fuck because it was my job but now, things were different. Now, shit had gone in a direction that I never expected it to go. I watched her closely as she walked to the squad car.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky and in that same instant, one lone gunshot was fired. We all ducked and removed our pistols, aimi
ng them as we searched for the area where the gunshot was fired. Some police officers ran behind their cars and took cover as their pistols nervously pointed in all directions.
As I looked towards the car, I saw Carina lying face down on the cement as the rain fell in droves. My mouth dropped open as I ran towards her. I dropped my pistol on the ground and turned her over. There was a gunshot wound right to the middle of her forehead. Blood poured from the bullet hole, mixed with rain water, and spilled onto the cement.
“Carina! Carina!” I yelled, cradling her in my arms. “Carina!” Just ahead, her mother screamed inside of her squad car. She knew what had just happened. Her daughter brought me into the family and it was her fault that her family crumbled.
Behind us, her father sat in his squad car with an unforgiving eye, quietly observing everything that happened. He set her up. His cold, calloused glare told me everything without having to say a word. Police officers scattered, searching for the gunman with their weapons drawn as I held Carina in my arms.
I sprang from my mattress in a cold sweat. Carina was still asleep next to me beneath the covers. I used my hand to wipe the sweat from my face like it was a cloth towel. What the fuck? I climbed out of bed and grabbed my phone, then went to the bathroom. Darkness still blanketed the sky above as the clock on my phone read 4:45 am. I quietly closed the door behind me and pressed the palms of my hands into the top of the sink. I can’t do this shit. I can’t put her in jeopardy like that.
O’Malley had been pressuring me all week to get moving on this case, so I picked up my aggression when trying to poke around and get tidbits about her family. As much as I tried, I couldn’t shake the feelings for her that had begun to develop in the short amount of time that I’d known her.