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“Nah, it’s understandable.” He moved his coat from the sofa and set the box of dumplings on the coffee table. He helped Susan get comfortably situated, managing to evade all but one of her attempts to kiss him again.
“What happened to your TV?”
“I, um, I let my brother have it. I was thinking of getting a better one.”
Susan grinned. “Too bad. Maybe we could have watched some porn on cable.”
Dai sucked in his breath as the image—thememory—of Sakurai fucking him came into his mind.
“Oh I guess we don’t need that at all,” Susan drawled, her hand stroking over the distended part of the bath towel.
Dai jerked away. “Let me get a pair of jeans on.”
“Oh please don’t.”
“I am.”
He rushed to the bedroom and leaned back against the door. Oh shit, this was going to be one fucking long evening. He had to get her out of here ASAP.
Susan’s muffled voice drifted through the door.
“Dai, look, I’m just . . . I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She sighed and he could picture her pouting. “Old habits die hard and being with you just feels . . . good.”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, his back still pressed against the door. His eyes were on the bed while his mind drifted back to other things that felt good, like Sakurai fucking him right into the mattress.
Cursing under his breath, he broke away from the door and started rifling through the dresser drawers for a pair of pants. He kicked his dirty jeans under the bed, the crotch area still damp with cum from earlier.
He heard the bedroom door open and slammed the top drawer shut with a bang. He should’ve locked the fucking thing.
“You’re under a lot of stress,” Susan murmured. “We can just talk maybe.”
“No.” Dai tore open another drawer, finding nothing but T-shirts and fucking socks.
“Won’t you even look at me anymore?” Her hands slipped around his bare waist and she rested her forehead on his back. “If this is about what happened the other night, I understand. It happens with all guys.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I do, really I do. We have such a fucked up job and I know the stress gets to me, too. You were working so hard on your last investigation but those guys being murdered screwed things up for you . . . .” She kissed his back, slid her hot tongue over his skin.
He shivered, not from her ministrations but because he was picturing Sakurai sliding his tongue over the black leather glove he’d worn earlier before fist-fucking that Mikail.
“Susan. You’re hurt. Don’t do this.”
“But you want it. I know you do. I know I do. I want you bad, Dai,” she purred, her hands gliding down to pull off the towel and stroke his hard length.
Dai turned, swallowed hard. She pressed against him and he closed his eyes. “You’re hurt,” he said again, opening his eyes to look into hers.
She gave him a lopsided grin and pulled a plastic bottle from her jean pocket. “The Percs kicked in; I don’t feel nothing much but fiiiine . . . .”
“Oh shit,” Dai muttered as she pulled him down for a deep kiss.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. The weird shit he’d been feeling was wrong . . . so totally fucked up that he needed to get it out of his system once and for all. He needed to be normal, to do normal things. When Susan unbuttoned her jeans, he leaned over and tugged them down along with her white panties. She opened for him immediately and he climbed onto the bed, buried his face between her welcoming thighs.
He ran his tongue along her slit as she writhed underneath him. She was hot and wet, and when he found that hard little nub between the soft folds, he sucked hard.
Susan moaned and scurried up on the bed, crawling completely out of her jeans and spreading her legs wide. She rested back against the head board and clawed at the front of her blouse to undo the buttons. Dai licked his lips, her taste salty and bitter on his tongue.
You’re making a mistake—don’t do this, he warned himself. He sat up, panting, so close to just walking away. What did he want instead? That messed up shit, Sakurai? A scene from tonight’s ‘performance’ flashed through his mind and he could actuallyfeel Sakurai’s hand push up inside of him.
Doubling forward, Dai arched his back and pressed back into . . . nothing.
“Dai, baby, come on,” Susan whispered huskily. She rubbed the inside of her right foot along his arm. “Fuck me.”
He knelt between her legs, lifted her and settled her hot sex so the downy hair tickled his cock. He closed his eyes and plunged forward, savoring the discomfort of her fingers digging deep into his forearms as he thrust in and out of her, trying but not succeeding in getting the imagine—thefeeling—of Sakurai out of his mind.
“Oh, God. Yes!” she cried over and over as he rammed into her.
Susan was tight, clamping down on his shaft as he pushed deeper and harder. He wanted to tell her to be quiet, to just shut the fuck up—she wasn’t who he wanted, but only a poor substitute. He dipped down and wrapped his lips around one of her breasts instead, sucking hard to stop himself from saying anything.
She groaned and cried out his name over and over again. “I’m gonna come already!” she gasped, matching his thrusts with the movement of her hips and doing her best to ride his rigid cock as he drove into her. “God!”
He reached between them and found her clitoris, pinching and tugging on it until she screamed in pleasure and hit her climax before he had a chance to. Dai shuddered and pulled out, his cock still hard. He collapsed next to her, shivering and unsatisfied in more ways than one.
She was gasping and still shivering as she leaned over to kiss him and rub her hand across his chest. “Oh baby, that was fantastic, but . . . you didn’t come?”
Dai grabbed her wrist when she touched his aching cock. “It’s okay. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sure I did, anyway. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no,” she said quickly, slithering up beside him. “I’m fine. The meds are working really good and you make me so hot nothing bothers me.”
Dai let her kiss him, let her slide her tongue into his mouth. If she hadn’t pulled back when she did he might have gagged.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I know what to do. I know what will get you off fast.” She giggled and turned over to root through the end table drawer.
Dai groaned when she came up with the small bottle of lube she’d brought over a few months back.
“Yeah baby, I know what you like.” She kissed him again then straddled his upper thighs. “You know I never let anyone else do this to me and I never will.”
She dripped the lube over his cock then coated her finger and raised up to push them into her ass. She played with herself for a few moments, rocking back and forth, stretching her hole then grinned at him and began to move up.
“Wait,” Dai said. “Could you . . . would you turn around? I want to see it better. That gets me off.”
“Anything you want, baby, anything at all.”
Susan shifted, positioned herself and his cock then slowly slid down.
Dai clamped his eyes shut as she began to ride him, all the while imagining himself buried to the hilt in Sakurai’s ass.
He thrust upwards, picturing Sakurai pushing down on him, taking him in all the way. When Susan arched forward and her long hair brushed against Dai’s calves, he imagined it was Sakurai’s thick black hair tumbling down around him.
The blood rushed to his groin and he arched up with a cry. Groaning, he came inside of her, his spasms coming in time with the rocking motion of their hips. But it wasn’t right--the release was empty, only half-realized. Better than nothing, yes, but still . . . .
Susan broke away from him, collapsing next to him on the sweaty sheets.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, running her hands along his chest. “You’re an animal, Dai.”
He took hold of her hand and forced himself to kiss it. “You need to rest. You really do. Please.”
She nodded. “I’m pretty tired now. “ She smiled and touched his face. “Thank you.”
He nodded and got off the bed, taking the edge of the coverlet and pulling it over her. “You rest I’m gonna . . . brush my teeth.”
She gave him a sleepy smile and closed her eyes. He hurried to the bathroom and scrubbed himself until his skin was raw.
* * * * *
Dai was taciturn when Susan awoke early the following morning, but he forced a smile and suggested she get a shower so he could take her out to a nice breakfast.Don’t you mean shuffle her off to her place, papi?
“Whatever.” He mumbled to himself as he buttoned his shirt and slipped his wallet, keys and gun into his jeans.
The wail of sirens broke the stillness of the apartment and Dai went to the window in time to see an rmp, an unmarked and a coroner’s wagon arrive within minutes of each other.
“Fuck,” he grumbled when another unmarked pulled up and those fuckers Francis Allen and Lynch pulled up. He rushed to put on his shoes then rapped on the bathroom door. “I’m running across the street a minute. Something’s going down. Must be a 21 or 24 and it looks like a DOA.” He heard the water shut off but he didn’t wait for Susan to come out.
* * * * *
“Can’t let you in, Dai.”
“Come on, Cal. I just wanna see what’s going on. I live across the street, ya know.”
The uniformed officer looked over his shoulder into the apartment. No one was in the front room. He whispered. “I didn’t let you in. You snuck past when I was checking out a noise down the hall.”
Dai gave him a thumbs-up and slipped inside. He saw the blood as soon as he caught sight of the doorway leading to the kitchen. He stepped closer. The white tiles were awash in a river of brownish red and floating in the middle were two middle-aged women with their throats cut—no, ripped open, as if they’d been attacked by some wild animal. “Holy Fuck.”
“Matsui, get the hell out of here now.”
Dai spun and glared at Allen and his new bitch friend, Lynch. “Fuck you.” “Did you forget you’re suspended? You have no authority.”
“I’m a concerned citizen. I live in the building.”
“The building across the street, you mean,” Allen shot back, pointing toward the kitchen window.
Dai glanced back over his shoulder. He saw Susan standing there in the bedroom by the window, toweling her hair dry. She caught sight of him, smiled and waved.
“Awww. Isn’t that sweet Lynch? Matsui got a piece last night to cheer himself up.”
“Fucker!” Dai stopped short of going for Allen’s throat.
“Do it, Matsui. Hit me and watch your career go down in flames at warp speed.”
Dai held onto his rage until he made it into the elevator, then he let it explode in a slew of curses and a punch that dented the elevator’s wall.
Susan was coming down in the elevator when he reached his own building.
“What happened?”
Dai ran his hands through his hair. “Must have been a 21. Two victims, both female, one Chinese and the other white. They must have surprised the perp. He slashed their throats.” Tore open their throats, his instincts corrected.
“Did you know them?”
“Not really, just to see once in awhile.”
“That’s too bad,” Susan said, slipping her arm through his and slinging her purse onto her other shoulder. “Let’s go get breakfast. I’m starved. That was quite the workout you gave me last night.”
One of the fluorescent bulbs in the overhead light at the end of the hall popped and showered glass to the floor. Susan stared then turned and led Dai toward the front doors. “You really need to file a complaint with the super. Or maybe you should turn him in for building code violations.”
The same bad feeling Dai had at the club came back to hit him again. He looked around, the shorter hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
“I’ll look into it later,” he mumbled as they stepped out on to the sidewalk.
They went on foot to a deli about a block or so away. Dai didn’t offer much in the way of conversation as the time passed, letting Susan do most of the talking, which she seemed happy to do. He just nodded and shrugged where it seemed appropriate, while his attention wandered back to the two murdered women.
Why the fuck was Allen involved? This wasn’t even his part of town.
“I gotta go.” He pushed away from the table and Susan stared up at him in obvious surprise.
“You barely touched your bagel.” She frowned. “Plus, I was thinking we could spend the day maybe just enjoying ourselves.”
Dai pulled out his wallet and dropped some bills on the table. “I can’t, babe, I’ve got things to do.”
It was a fucking lame brush off, but he wasn’t giving much of a shit about that right now.
He hopped on the subway and got off by a small restaurant near the Fifth Precinct house. It was a cop hang out and the place where Watts had gotten his mom a job long ago. No one would think twice about his being there, even though she’d retired two years ago.
He ordered coffee and an omelet and took a seat at the old stainless steel counter that ran half the length of the restaurant. Before long, some of the guys who’d worked the midnight-to-eight shift began filing in for a quick meal on their way home. One of those men, Cal Thomas, was an old friend from the police academy . . . the same man who’d let him get a glimpse of the scene earlier that morning.
Cal plopped onto the stool next to his. “Man, I got my ass chewed out good because of you.”
“I’m sorry man, really. Let me buy you breakfast to make up for it.”
“It’s the least you can do.” Cal ordered his food then took a swig of the coffee the waitress poured him. “It wouldn’t be so bad, but that prick Allen is such a dickhead since he made sergeant on top of First Grade.”
“Oh, I hear you loud and clear,” Dai agreed, picking at his omelet.
Cal nudged his elbow. “I don’t blame you for decking that little shit who’s been following him around. Where did he come from? I’ve seen meter maids tougher than his punk ass.”
“From some pansy county upstate.” Dai snorted. “He’s never had to push anything harder than a pencil in his whole damn life.”
Cal shook his head. “Figures.”
“Lynch’s supposed to be getting some sort of training on gang behavior or some shit story like that.” Dai tapped the edge of his plate with the fork. “Why the hell he’s got his lips pressed up to Allen’s ass today beats me, though.”
“If he ever squared off against a real gangbanger he’d probably shit. Him and Allen both.” Cal snickered.
“Fuckin’ A.” Dai dropped the fork and rested his elbows on the table.
“Don’t I know it.” Cal winked at the matronly waitress when she served his steak and eggs then dug in, pausing only long enough to sip his coffee and give Dai another nudge. “You didn’t hear this from me, of course, but a certain detective sergeant may have placed a call to a certain rat when he left the scene this morning.”
Dai slowly chewed a piece of toast. “This rat’s name wouldn’t have been Diaz by any chance, would it?”
“I know it wasn’t Mickey.”
Dai nodded. It was all making sense now. Francis Allen was turning up in all the wrong places for a reason. And that prissy fuck Lynch must be part of the bigger Internal Affairs circus, too. What exactly were those freak friends of his brother’s into to warrant all this activity? “Those sneaky rat bastards do get into some interesting shit, don’t they?”
“Damned if I know; I’m just a humble uniformed patrol officer.”
Dai laughed and tossed down more than enough cash to cover the meals and tip. “You’re a full-of-shit slacker and we both know it.”
“And proud of it! “ Cal laughed and slapped Dai on the back. “You keep t
hat nose of yours clean and get that pretty ass back on the mean streets of the Bronx where it belongs.”
“I’m trying. I’m trying.”
* * * * *
I’m trying, I’m trying.
On Long Island, Sakurai walked up to the house with the little green porch. Swollen, gray clouds stretched across the sky, blanketing the sun. He moved around the long, silvery wind chime hanging from the roof and then flicked his finger across it so the clear ringing tone drove out the annoying echo of Daisuke’s voice from his mind.
“Oh, dai-dai, you have no idea how much I’m trying, too.” He narrowed his eyes at the front door and rang the bell. A few minutes later, a small-framed Japanese woman opened the door. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Matsui?” Sakurai forced a smile. “I understand you have a room for rent.”
Dark Whispers Sheridan and Cain 2009
Chapter Thirteen
Dai headed over to his brother’s place, not far from where they grew up on Mott Street. His mind was still spinning over what his friend Cal had said. Why the fuck would an IAB rat be cozying up to Francis Allen? And why would the department send Lynch to hang withhim in the Bronx? Were they really after Wei’s crowd or did they think he was into illegal shit, too?
Setting the endless barrage of questions aside, Dai took the stairs to his brother’s apartment two at a time. He paused before banging on the door, and told himself that Wei Wei was all right. That bitch hadn’t killed him. He’d passed out, that was all. He knocked on the door. “Wei Qing! Get your lazy ass up!”
The door creaked open and a bleary-eyed Wei poked his head out. “What, what, what?” He rubbed the back of his neck and winced. “Oh, it’s you.”
“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Dai’s relief at finding his brother alive and in one piece was replaced with a sort of righteous anger. He shoved open the door and Wei backed up. “Where’s that bitch?”
“Huh?” Wei yawned and scratched his bare chest.
“The fucking bitch who wasbiting you, for Christ’s sake! You look like shit. What’d she do, drug you, too?” Dai scanned the apartment. Satisfied there weren’t any freakish-looking women lurking about in the one-room pad, he slammed the door shut. He grabbed Wei’s chin and forced him to look up so he could take a closer look at the two purple marks on his brother’s neck.