Chapter Ten
One week later
“What exactly are you looking for?” Beast asked.
Dwayne looked up from Beast’s office to see his uncle leaning against the doorframe. He’d snuck in early so that he could get started on what Williams, the police informant they paid, had for him. “I’m looking at most of the unsolved cases or the guys that were caught when I was eighteen.”
“At seven in the morning?”
“I started around four, why? I didn’t wake anyone.”
“Yeah, and if you did, I would have blown your fucking head off.” Beast entered the room. “Why unsolved cases and assholes that were caught?” He lifted up one file, glancing through it.
“The bodies that you brought to my attention. The women. I didn’t kill women. I was attempting to save them with my mission.”
“Mission?”
“You can mock it all you want, but it meant something to me.”
“I’m not mocking it. Just seems strange to call it a mission.”
“It’s exactly what it was.”
“Fine. So, this mission, what were you hoping to achieve going through hundreds of files?”
“To see if someone rang a bell. If I knew someone. Nothing matches.”
“Someone clearly thinks like you.”
“It’s not hard to see a forest that is completely off-limits to everyone, and think, oh, this is a good place to bury a body. I’m only doing this because you two can’t.”
“In our world, if you don’t think about everything and all the consequences of what you do, it gets you killed. Gets people you love killed. Don’t take that chance, Dwayne. Anything you see, anything that gives you even a smidgen of doubt, you double-check, triple-check, and make sure you wipe it out of your mind before moving on. Otherwise, people you love could end up dead.”
“Got it.” He glanced down at the file in his hands. The man had a shaved head, was known for racial attacks, and was still locked in prison. Just seeing the face of the man made Dwayne sick to his stomach.
There was a time he’d have been afraid, scared, and allow that fear to manifest. Not anymore. He was the thing that people had nightmares about.
“I heard Charity moved in.”
“Can’t anyone have a secret from you?” Dwayne asked, opening another file.
“She’s young.”
“Don’t even get me started on her age. Look at Hope. She should have been dating someone like me, not you.”
“Still, she wouldn’t have gone for your lame ass. Moving in is a big step.”
“I know.”
“You like her?” Beast asked.
Seeing as his uncle was clearly going to stick around and have this conversation, Dwayne closed the file and focused on his pain in the ass. “Why are you suddenly interested in my love life?”
“You’re getting older. Some men, they have certain needs.”
“If you’re talking about sex, don’t go there. I don’t need to know.”
“I’m talking about settling down, Dwayne. Not all of us think with our head in the trash. Sex is great, but grow past that,” Beast said.
Rolling his eyes, he stared at Beast. The man was huge, scary, and a force to be reckoned with. When he’d come to take him away from his father, Dwayne had considered him Santa Claus, taking him away from the nightmare that had become his life.
“I love her,” Dwayne said.
He’d never said that to anyone else before. Staring at his uncle, he saw that he’d surprised him.
“You love her?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He opened the file again, about to get back to work.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t just drop something like that and pretend nothing has changed.”
“Nothing has changed.”
“Dwayne, you’ve just said that you love Charity and you don’t think that’s a big deal?”
“No.”
“Does she know?”
“Why do I feel like we’re attempting to gossip or something?”
“Dwayne, I know we’ve not always seen eye to eye, but I do love you.”
“I know that.” Dwayne stared at his uncle, not really sure what to say to make him seem less enthusiastic. “She’s different. I don’t want to live without her.”
Being inside her, claiming her virginity, he felt … everything with her. She’d seen his scars, knew his story, and she hadn’t run away.
“Can we not talk about this right now? I don’t want you dropping by and making a big deal of this when there doesn’t need to be.”
“Okay, but if I ask Hope and Faith, they’d both say loving a woman was a big deal.”
“Which is why you’re never going to tell them, or Caleb. He can’t keep a secret for anyone,” he said, looking back at the files. “What if this is completely unrelated?”
“Charity moving in?”
“We’re assuming that this guy knew me, but he couldn’t have known me. These are all fresh bodies. This has nothing to do with me, so why bring me into this?” Dwayne asked.
“Dwayne, if he keeps dumping bodies near where you put yours, that can come back to you. There’s only so much we can do to keep you safe. This guy has to be stopped. Do you have any leads yet on who it could be?” Beast asked.
Dwayne shook his head. “I don’t know. Your informant was the one to tell us about them. He’s kept a lot of details to himself.” He glanced down at his watch. “I need to stop for coffee.”
“Dwayne, be careful,” Beast said. “Whoever this guy is, he could be dangerous.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “You know what they call me, right?”
“I know what they call you. I also know what they call me, and it doesn’t make us invincible. We can still take a bullet, a knife, we can still die. Don’t let your reputation go to your head. Always remember, someone will happily take your place and throw you off that throne that you’ve built for yourself.”
Dwayne took the warning. Over the years he’d been many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. His reputation had been something other people had made around him, not something that he’d willingly done himself.
“Dwayne,” Hope said, surprising him that she was on the stairs in the hallway. He’d always liked her, not sexually either. She’d been a weirdo, but a nice one, when they were at school.
“What’s up, Hope?”
She glanced toward the office, and he nodded. “You heard.”
“You weren’t exactly being quiet.”
“I’ll remember to keep my voice down next time.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been listening.”
“It’s completely fine. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? I like to keep my secrets a little while longer.”
“I won’t say anything. She’s nice though, sweet. You’re good for her.”
“Thank you.”
He didn’t linger. He walked out to his car, climbed inside, and took off toward his apartment. He made a pit stop at a coffee shop that he loved, grabbing some cinnamon buns and coffee before heading back home.
Entering their apartment, he heard Charity in the kitchen.
Putting the baked goods and coffee onto the counter, he moved up behind her, pulling her against him for a hug.
“You’re awake,” he said.
She chuckled. “Well, yeah, I’m not sleepwalking, silly. I was wondering where you were.”
“Sorry, I had a couple of errands to run, but I stopped off, got us a few things.” He pointed at the coffee and buns. “It’s to make up for not being here this morning.”
She cupped his face and kissed him hard. “You’re an angel.”
Sitting opposite her at the kitchen counter, he admired her curves in his long shirt. It looked good on her.
He liked seeing her in clothes he owned. Her blonde hair tumbled around her, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she licked the frosting off her fingers.
“This is so good.”
“How are you settling in?” he asked.
“I put my clothes away in your closet. I hope that’s okay.” She was nibbling her lip, looking a little nervous.
Her parents hadn’t wanted her to move in with him. He’d sat while they tried to encourage their daughter to stay with them. Her father asked him if he was going to argue, and he shook his head, telling them that as far as he was concerned it was Charity’s decision. When they saw that he wasn’t forcing their daughter to do anything she didn’t want, it seemed to help them relax with her moving out. Of course, they hated that she’d moved in with a man so much older than she was, but parents couldn’t have everything they wanted. Not on his watch.
Taking a bite of his cinnamon bun, he noticed a couple of buttons of her shirt had slipped open, showing a tempting curve of her breast. He didn’t look away. Every time she moved, the shirt would either open or close, offering him more temptation or shutting him out. Since he’d taken her virginity, he’d not made love to her again. He’d not wanted her to ache when they were together again. Also, work and moving her into his apartment had gotten in the way.
“Take off the shirt,” he said.
Her chest was flushed, and her eyes looked so beautiful as her cheeks went red. She didn’t deny him though. She opened the buttons, sliding each one through the tiny slit, spreading the shirt wide as she dropped it from her arms, her tits on glorious display. His cock hardened instantly. He couldn’t deny himself a taste of her for another second. He needed her more than he had ever wanted anything else in his life.
There would be no holding back, not now, not ever again.
Charity belonged to him, and he was going to treasure her.
****
Finally!
Charity had been hoping for more, for Dwayne to take her, to fuck her, to do all the wicked, wonderful things she’d read about in books, and for the past week, it was like they were more friends than anything else. They slept in the same bed, but every time he left early, she was awake. She didn’t want to beg him or anything or appear desperate.
“I love your tits,” he said. “Lean back a bit in your chair, push them out.”
Putting her hands behind her, she thrust her chest out, watching him as his gaze moved down her body. She loved his eyes on her, the way he seemed to eat her up just by looking.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself, Charity. Show me how wet you are?”
It felt so natural to reach between her thighs, to lift her legs up so that she could spread herself wide for him. Sliding a finger between her slit, she stared at him, watching him, unable to look away as she started to tease herself.
Stroking her clit, she stared at him. He sat back in his chair, and he could clearly see her as he removed his jacket, then his shirt, before moving around the counter so that he stood in front of her. She’d pushed away from the counter so that he’d been able to see.
“Put your fingers inside your pussy. Two of them.”
Plunging two fingers inside herself, she gasped, especially as Dwayne reached out, teasing her clit as she did so.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. It’s going to get even better. I want to taste you.”
Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she held them up for him to take. With his other hand, he gripped her wrist and licked her fingers. At the same time, he kept on teasing her clit, stroking her, driving her crazy with need, and she did not want him to stop, not for a single second.
“I want you, Charity. I want you sliding on my cock, and I want to watch you take me.”
“I want that too.”
He stepped away from her, and she watched him remove the last of his clothing until he stood before her completely naked. His cock was out, long, thick, with pre-cum leaking out of the head.
Before he removed his pants, he’d gotten a condom, and now he tore into it, sliding it over his dick. She was surprised it fit, his cock seemed so big.
He took hold of her hand, and he moved her toward the dinner table. He sat down in one of the chairs that didn’t have any arms.
“I want you to sit on my cock. Slowly, I want to watch you take me.”
She licked her lips and nodded her head, so turned on by what he wanted. As she straddled his thighs, Dwayne held his cock, and she moved so that her pussy was aligned to the tip.
“Look at me when you do.”
Gripping his shoulders, she watched him, unable to look away as she slowly sank down on his length. The width of him, everything, took her breath away as she took him into her body.
“That is so fucking hot.”
His gaze kept moving from her eyes to between her thighs, watching as she sank down on his cock.
“Oh, wow,” she said, moaning.
“That’s right.” His hands were suddenly on her hips, and he pulled her down, making them both cry out as he slammed to the hilt inside her, shocking her with the power of his thrust. “Fuck, yes, that felt so good.” He stroked around her ass, back up, and covered her hips once again.
Cupping his face, she tilted his head back so that she could kiss him. She couldn’t get enough of this man, not that she wanted to.
One of his hands caressed up her back, going to her hair, holding her in place as he kissed her lips.
She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. They both moaned, and he lifted her up, placing her on the edge of the table. He pulled out of her so only the tip of him remained and slammed in deep.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, she took whatever he had to give and gave a part of herself as well, desperate for more. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded away inside her. She loved every second as he took her. She didn’t want it to end, nor for him to stop.
Touching her clit, she saw and felt his approval as he seemed to go crazy, fucking her hard. Over and over, he slammed in deep, and she screamed his name, wanting more, needing it.
She’d been a virgin a long time, and that one night, he’d awakened her and now there was no going back, not ever.
“So fucking good. That’s it, Charity, fuck my cock. I want you to come all over it. I want it, give it to me.”
She whimpered, moaned, and gasped as the feel of him inside her, along with the pleasure of his touch went into another dimension. Nothing made sense to her, and yet, everything felt clear. Dwayne was hers, all hers, and she was going to do everything to keep him. She loved him more than anything else in the world, and it hadn’t started when he took her virginity, or danced with her beneath the stars. It had happened when he came for her, carried her out from a room known for death and carnage.
“You feel so good,” he said.
Teasing her clit, the sweet build of her orgasm started, and as it did, Dwayne fucked her harder. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the air, along with their heavy panting. She couldn’t get enough, and as she came, she screamed his name, wanting more, and he gave it to her.
“Fuck, yes, that feels so good. Yes, yes, yes!” He pounded inside her, and she felt his cock harden as he tensed up, moaning as he came. The pulse of his release surprised her as she felt every little kick.
The bite of his fingers in her flesh would leave marks, but she didn’t care. She wanted to wear his marks more than anything else.
“I only intended to eat breakfast with you,” he said.
She chuckled. “I don’t mind. You can eat breakfast any way that you want. I’m here no matter what.” She winked at him, and he rolled his eyes.
“You’re a bad girl.”
“Ah, but don’t you like that?”
She ran her fingers down his back.
“Yeah, I kind of do.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Do you want to come out with me today?”
“Are we going to kill people?”
He laughed. “No killing people. Just normal stuff.”
“Sounds kind of boring, but I like spending time with you. You’ll do.”
He rolled his eyes.
He pulled out of her, and she let out a gasp. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, it feels so good. I like you inside me.”
He kissed her hard. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Admit it, it’ll be a good death.”
He sank his fingers into her hair, and she held him tightly, not wanting this moment to end, but also wanting to go out with him.
“I think it’s time to shower first.”
“Sounds tempting.”
He kissed her again, and they didn’t make it to the shower for another two hours as they made love once again on the table, and then he couldn’t get enough as he pushed her to her knees on the bed. She wasn’t going to complain as she loved how insatiable he was when it came to her.