I pull her on my lap, that curvy ass of hers up against my cock. I slide one hand up over her breasts, stroking and pulling her nipples, while the other dips into her wet, hot pussy. When I touch her clit, she makes one of those incredible noises that I love so fucking much. She arches against me, leaning back on my chest, giving me greater access to her pussy.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I take a handful of her thick hair and tug it so she pushes even harder against my cock. “Fuck, Sasha. I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
She rocks her hips, and my cock strains against the building pressure. I massage her clit slowly, thoroughly enjoying how her cries increase in frequency even as I maintain a slow, steady pressure. I’m doing the same with her nipples, which rise to pebbled peaks under my fingers.
“More,” she moans. “Finn, I need more.”
I ignore her cries and keep teasing her. Frustrated, she spins around and faces me before giving me a wicked smile and sliding off my lap. I barely have time to react before those full lips of hers wrap around my cock.
Fuck. She looks up at me as she licks my shaft. Groaning, she attempts to take me all the way in her pretty mouth, but I’m too big, so instead she wraps one of her hands around me, stroking me in gentle circles. She’s all wide-eyed innocence as she sucks me, trying to determine if she’s doing it right.
Jesus Christ, she’s doing it right. So right that if I don’t stop her, I’m not going to be able to bury my cock inside her like I want. I let her suck me for a few moments longer, until I’m close to the edge, and then I gently pull her off of me. The audible pop of her lips leaving me is a sound I’ll hear in my filthiest dreams.
“Condom,” I murmur, slipping my fingers back into her tight channel. She gasps against my hand. “Top drawer of my desk.”
I’m too hard to stand. I finger her until she’s just as overtaken by lust as I am. I pull my hand away and lick my fingers, nodding at my desk. She sashays over to it, and I watch her ass, thinking about how fun it’ll be to take her virginity in other ways, but not now. She comes back with the condom and I have her slide it on my cock. She fists me at the base, and it feels so good I nearly come right then and there, but for Sasha I’ll hold out.
She looks at me coyly, and then straddles my hips. I show her how to position myself at her entrance, and she sinks slowly onto my length until I’m gloved fully in her tight body.
She moans, arching her back with her tits pushed in my face. The motion pushes my cock against her clit, and she gasps. It’s hell, but I let her explore her pleasure slowly, moving in different ways until she finds something she really likes, rocking her hips up and back slowly. She’s making obscene noises, and I scrub my tongue hard against her nipples, first one, then the other.
“Oh my God,” she moans. “You’re so big. So big and thick.”
I’m done with taking things slow.
I grab her hips and move her up and down my shaft, harder and faster, her tits bouncing in my face, her head back, her mouth open, her hands grabbing at my shoulders for purchase. I still push up against her clit, repeating the motion she liked so much, just at a faster, harder pace. My name crosses her mouth over and over again, and I lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth. I have to taste her. The new stimulation makes her jerk against me, and it’s incredible. I need her to come, now, or I’m not going to last. I bite her nipple gently, and then work it with my lips and tongue while continuing to slam her hips hard on mine, shoving deeper into her incredible pussy.
I keep up the pace, and she’s so close. I slide one hand off her waist and push it hard against her clit. She yelps, and I do it again, and then a third time. She’s whimpering, holding my shoulders, still meeting my every thrust, her eyes clenched shut.
“Feels so good,” she groans. “God, so good.”
I push hard on her clit one last time and thrust up with my hips, driving so deep inside her. Her eyes fly open and she explodes against me. Her inner walls grip me tightly, and she cries out my name as she jerks forward, still riding out her orgasm. I stroke her clit in a circle, hard and fast, not letting up, and she lets out an absolutely delicious scream. My orgasm is just as powerful, and I bite her shoulder, my hands locking her into place so she can’t move away from the intensity of her pleasure, or mine. She collapses against me, sweaty and panting.
I hold her until we both catch our breath. She pulls up from my shoulder and takes my face in her hands, kissing me deeply.
I swear to God my cock twitches inside her. That’s never happened before. I could take her again if she gave me enough time to recover.
I slide my arms around her back, kissing her, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples against my bare chest.
“I like how you feel inside me,” she says.
God how can I resist this woman? I kiss her neck.
Her eyes darken with lust. I ease out of her but replace my cock with my fingers. She needs me to make her come again. I tease the very tip of her clit slowly, so slowly, barely touching her. I stay there until I hear her sweet little whimper.
“Do you like that?” I ask her. I’ll give direction and take it too. I want her to enjoy herself thoroughly.
“Mmmmm.” She sucks in a breath when I increase the pressure slightly.
“I wonder how many times I could make you come,” I murmur, teasing her. “Sometime I’m going to find out. Would you like that?” I grab her hair and pull her head back so she’s looking at me.
“I like when you do that.”
Goddamn. I’m going to have to take her on all fours and really give her the ride of her life at some point.
“I like it too,” I hiss. “I like how my cock feels inside your tight little body, but I like just stroking your clit like this too.” I urge her to move up on her knees so I can slip a finger inside her.
She murmurs my name, and I add a second one. No pain this time, only pleasure. I pump in and out of her, torturing her clit with my thumb. She meets my thrusts, and when she closes her eyes and bites her lip I know she’s about to come again. I curl my fingers inside her, and she moans deep in her throat. I keep my fingers inside her, stroking her in that come hither motion, letting my little finger graze her tight asshole. It pushes her over the edge again, and I watch her beautiful face as she cries out her pleasure, riding my hand this time. I whisper words of encouragement as she soaks my fingers, and she’s never looked so fucking beautiful.
I want to touch her like this all the goddamn time. Want to make her come over and over again until she begs me to give her a break. I want to explore all of her fantasies, and mine too.
I don’t want to let her go.
I leave my fingers deep inside her until her spasming stops, and then pull out of her. She looks disappointed at the loss, and I push my fingers into her mouth. She licks them clean, and I pull her in for a kiss.
“You’re so sexy. I’m so lucky,” I murmur.
She’s exhausted and cuddles up against me. I carry her to the bedroom, and she falls asleep against me. This time I won’t let her leave without saying goodbye.
19
Sasha
Election day. I meet the NLRB representative at the entrance to the casino. She’s a no-nonsense woman with steel-gray hair, carrying a rulebook, a paper pad of ballots, and a ballot box. James Carney greets us.
“Hello, ladies,” he says, smiling toothily. I want to punch him. For me, for Jamilah, and for Finn. “Beautiful day for an election.”
It’s cold, but sunny. We’re expecting more snow in the evening. Carney looks far too happy, and it makes me believe he’s up to something. I’m there as an observer on the union side to ensure that he doesn’t try to intimidate his staff. He has an observer of his own, a big, burly-looking man who glares every time a staff member comes to cast a ballot.
The election runs all day. We’re in for the long haul.
Non-eligible staff aren’t allowed in the actual election space, which means no managers
and no Carneys. I wonder how Finn is doing. If things go our way, I have a plan to help him out from under his father’s thumb once and for all. He’s ready to help me and Benjamin escape, but maybe we won’t need to.
Finn and I left things in a state of limbo. The sex was absolutely incredible. When I woke from a nap, we went at it again, and I came for a third time that day. I didn’t know that was even possible. He drove me home and kissed me goodnight, but that was it. We care about each other, but it’s too complicated. We don’t make sense together. I know he’s sorry about what he put me through, but I’m not sure if that’s enough.
The day drags. We break at noon for lunch, and I leave the premises and meet with Jamilah.
“Hard to know how it’s going,” I say, holding her hands in mine. “But I’m hopeful.”
“It’s been a long, uphill battle. No one knows that better than you do.”
The ballot counting is open to the public, so Jamilah will be there cheering us on.
I’m ready to crawl out of my skin by five-thirty when it’s finally time to do it.
I’m sitting toward the back of the room, the front rows full of casino staff. Jamilah strides in and all eyes turn to her. She winks at me and sits in the front row. James Carney is on the other side of the front row, glaring at her.
The NLRB representative goes over the rules and starts the count. I see Finn come in and sit in the corner by the exit. He doesn’t look directly at me but smiles in a way that lets me know he sees me.
A peculiar thing happens a few minutes later. The feeling drains from my fingertips and toes, my breathing slowing. My vision tunnels, and I feel on the edge of a panic attack. Is it stress at the ballot count? I want to stay, but I also want to run. The panic claws at my chest. I look over at Finn, and he’s watching the exit. There’s a man standing there, gesturing at him.
A man my body recognizes in a different way.
A man who hurt me terribly back in July.
Finn gets up to talk to him. I force myself to my feet. What’s going on? Has this all been a setup? Did Finn make up that terrible story about his father? I slip out into the hallway, following quietly behind the men. I hide around a corner and listen to them talk.
“I told you no kids, Finn. What’s wrong with you?”
“What are you talking about, Hamish?”
“You ordered a hit on a kid? Come on. That’s beneath you.”
“I didn’t order a hit on anyone.”
“P.J.’s going for it. He doesn’t care. But have you no sense of morality? At all?”
No.
My brother.
It has to be.
“Hamish. I didn’t order a hit. Tell me where. Tell me where it’s happening.”
“It’s happening now in the same park we got the lady in. If it wasn’t you, then…where are you going?”
I dash out after him, pushing past the man Finn referred to as Hamish. My feet are numb, but I can’t stop. I can’t keep up with Finn, who’s nearly a foot taller than I am, but I’m not far behind. Oh God, please, if it’s my brother…
I haven’t been past Doherty Park since it happened. Even thinking about that space makes me freeze up in fear. But not tonight. I choke back the vomit that rises in my throat as I sprint after Finn into the park. My worst fears are realized when I see Benjamin there, and P.J. Hennelly taunting him.
Finn rushes between P.J. and my brother.
“Woah,” he says, “what’s going on here?”
“You should know,” Benjamin spits. “You told me he was going to be here.”
“I did?” Finn asks. “No, I didn’t.”
I can’t tell if the confusion in his voice is real. I want to believe it is.
“The note,” he says. “You told me the asshole who hurt Sasha would be here.” He tries to push around Finn to get to P.J.
“That wasn’t me.” Finn pushes Benjamin back. “I didn’t send you a note.”
“But it’s him, isn’t it?” Benjamin continues, his voice shaking.
“It was me, kid,” P.J. says. “Well, I was there. Hamish did most of the dirty work that first time because he knew I’d get a little out of hand. I like the girls.” He laughs. “They’re so soft, kid. You ever hit a girl before?”
“Fuck you!”
“P.J., I need you to leave.” Finn shields my brother still. “This has all been a mistake. Everything about this has been a mistake.”
“Sorry, buddy. I’ve been paid in full to take care of business here with a big bonus when it’s done. And I don’t care who writes the check. I’m cashing it.”
I shriek, and both Finn and Benjamin spin to face me.
“Get out of here,” Finn commands. “Sasha, go!”
I can’t move. Big, fat snowflakes have started to fall, adding an absurd ethereal quality to the scene.
Benjamin rushes forward, calling my name. As he does, P.J. points a gun in his direction. Why can’t I move? The gun goes off, the report sharp in the barren cold. I’m screaming, and my brother’s eyes go wide.
But he doesn’t fall. Finn wrestles with P.J., who’s trying to push by him to get to Benjamin.
“What the fuck happened to you?” P.J. yells. “You hot for this bitch now or something?” He goes to pistol-whip Finn, but Finn lands a devastating punch in his stomach that makes him double over.
The gun flies out of his hand and lands at my feet. I feel like I’m moving through molasses as I reach down and pick up the weapon.
P.J. doesn’t notice and slams his shoulder into Finn’s waist, knocking him off his feet. He kicks him in the shoulder, then turns to face Benjamin.
He sees me approaching with the gun and laughs at me.
“Is this a joke?” he asks. “Give me the gun, sweetheart. Do you really think you can pull that trigger? No fucking way. You’re too soft.” He laughs. “Besides, I can think of more fun things we can do. You must be a real good lay if you got Finn here to take a bullet for your brother.”
That laugh.
That fucking laugh.
Disgusting fucking piece of shit.
“Don’t make me hurt you again,” P.J. says as I point the gun at him, my hand shaking.
“You won’t touch her,” Finn slurs, struggling to his feet.
“Sit down, Romeo.” P.J. elbows him in the head and blood sprays from his mouth.
Benjamin doesn’t know what to do. He’s looking frantically between me and P.J.
“Stop!” I scream.
P.J. rushes toward me and takes a swing. A wild haymaker. It connects with my cheek, and he kicks me in the chest. I taste blood as I fall to my knees.
But I still have the gun.
My brother howls my name again, and P.J. smashes his fist into my head once more.
“I don’t need a gun to fuck you up, honey.”
I shoot two rounds directly into P.J. Hennelly’s head.
He falls to the ground, his eyes open, blood pouring out of the wounds in his skull. I drop the gun and vomit.
My brother is on his phone, calling the cops.
Finn is up and limping toward me. He holds his shoulder, a blossom of blood spreading across his beautiful coat. He was shot protecting Benjamin.
I murmur his name and he drops to his knees next to me.
“Sasha,” he says. “I’m sorry.”
I clutch at his good arm. I can’t see straight. He’s saying something else, but I can’t hear him anymore. The snow falling around me looks like shooting stars.
I make a wish.
20
Sasha
I blink my eyes open slowly, the fuzzy, familiar warmth of painkillers offering me a false sense of comfort.
The smell of the hospital is familiar, but it takes me a minute to remember why I’m here.
And what happened.
Doherty Park. Again.
I killed someone. I took a life. Did I do it to save my brother or to get revenge? I don’t know how to answer that and the truth of it is,
I may never know. And where is my brother? I try to sit up and groan as a wave of pain forces me to lay back down.
“Sasha!”
Jamilah sits next to me and clutches my arm.
“Baby,” she says, tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
“Benjamin?” I murmur, trying to contain my panic.
“He’s fine, honey. No injuries. He just had to use the bathroom. The police will want to talk to you both eventually, but since there isn’t a guardian present and Benjamin’s a minor…”
I close my eyes again to clear my head before reaching over to her.
“Sasha,” she sighs. “What am I going to do with you?”
I lick my lips so I can speak. “Did we win?”
She looks confused for a minute, but then squeezes my hand. “Only you could think of the election at a time like this. But we did. By a landslide.”
The relief that settles over me is indescribable. Again I’m not sure if it’s the satisfaction of revenge against Carney rather than the high-minded protection of the workers, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. Both could be true at the same time. And I knew how I’d get back at him again and help Finn at the same time.
Shit. Finn.
“Is Finn okay?” I ask.
“He’s in surgery,” Jamilah answers. “They didn’t tell me more than that.”
My brother comes back into the room and when he sees that I’m awake, he rushes over and grabs my hand.
“I thought he’d killed you,” he says, his eyes red and puffy. “I should’ve been the one to shoot that prick, Sasha.”
A wave of incredible grief washes over me, for the innocence I lost in that park back in July and for what I’m sure I lost by killing a man today. For what my brother lost by witnessing it. For the lack of kindness in my life, and in my brother’s.
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