Chase

 

I sat on the dark brown leather couch, elbows to my knees, hand clasped together. “It’s been six years, Frankie.” I spoke quietly, looking down at the hideous marble floor.

“And your point is?” he shot back.

“It’s time to move on,” I told him, lifting my head to meet his piercing brown eyes.

“There was never an end date in the contract, Chase,” Frankie grumbled, placing his elbows on the solid oak desk.

“There was never a contract, Frankie,” I clipped, rising.

“You expect to walk into my office and tell me you’re backing out of any future jobs I may have for you?” he bit back, clearly not happy.

“Frankie, I’ve been working with you for six years—”

He cut me off. “Damn straight, boy, and who the fuck put your life back on track?” He huffed and went on, “Who gave you the money to live in that fancy fucking high-rise, buy those luxury cars you drive?”

“I fucking did, Frankie. I worked my ass off for what I have now. You didn’t give me shit,” I said, raising my voice.

“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have the things you do today,” he shot back.

“I built my business from the ground up, not you,” I ground out.

“I was your first client, correct?” he said with cynical humor lacing his voice. “You owe me.”

“After six goddamn years, you can’t be fucking serious,” I griped, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows peering out at the patio. I took a deep breath, trying to control the fury scorching inside me.

“I’m more than fucking serious, boy,” Frankie shouted, causing me to swiftly turn toward him.

“Frankie, you’ve had me—”

He interrupted quickly to grate out, “Shut your mouth. Not in my place of business. Do you understand me?”

I placed my hands on my hips, blood flowing rapidly through my veins. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m done, Frankie, done!” I roared. “And if you contact me again, it’ll be the biggest mistake of your life!”

With that, I walked out of his ridiculously gaudy office of imported Italian furniture and French paintings. Nothing but lies and deceit behind shiny priceless objects.

I’d known my meeting with Frankie Manzoni wasn’t going to go well. Surprisingly, it’d gone better than I’d anticipated but no one ever knew what cards Frankie was hiding up his sleeve. And 99 percent of them were sneaky faces of all his hired men, one being me. It was just a matter of time before he pulled one out of the deck to see who the unlucky winner was going to be.

Frankie had been the first person to give me a job when I was discharged from the Marines. I’d been lost as to what I wanted to do, not to mention overcome by the rage that poured through my veins for what had caused me to leave the military. But it was a mistake I’d made, and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. Which sucked more than anything.

The job Frankie had given me was not delivering pizzas, which is what many thought I’d been doing, since he owned a small pizza joint in the shady part of Denver.

Now, I just had to watch my back, because I knew Frankie, and he didn’t let many things slide by the wayside.

 

****

 

It was two minutes after I buzzed them up that I heard the door open.

“If you’re dying, I’m gonna fucking kill ya!” Russell shouted from the foyer right before the door slammed shut.

I leaned over to the security system panel and pressed the one and then the red button. The front door locked and the alarm was activated.

“You make no fucking sense half the time,” Lane said, shaking his head as they turned the corner into the kitchen. “Damn, that smells good.”

“Thanks,” I answered as I pulled the baked potatoes from the oven and placed them on the plate. “What’s your problem?” I asked, giving Russell a nod.

“You. You’re cooking for us. What’s it been, like a month or so since you had us over? So, you must be dying or some shit,” Russell whined.

What Russell said was true. It had been a long time since I’d had them both over. My lack of entertaining hadn’t been on purpose; I’d just been working and trying to close out cases. Although, I liked to either spend my time fucking or by myself.  Fuck, work out, spend time alone, and work. No, it wasn’t a great lifestyle, but it was mine.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his comment. “As always, help yourself,” I told them, pointing to the fridge.

“Does a single guy really need a huge fridge like this?” Russell mumbled, opening the door. “I mean, there’s like six hundred compartments and drawers in here.” He grabbed a beer from the temperature-controlled section, then reached down and pulled open the sliding drawer that was the freezer. “Look at this,” he muttered. “Who the fuck needs this shit? You can fit a body in there.” He pointed to the freezer. “Did you ever put a body in there?” he questioned cautiously.

I grinned at him, causing his eyes to grow wide. He shut his mouth.

Lane reached over Russell, snagged a beer, and headed toward the other side of the island. He was just about to sit when I turned to him. “Balcony.”

“Sure thing,” Lane replied.

I snatched the plate of three thick rib eye steaks off the counter and moved around the island, through the living room, and out on the balcony with Lane following.

“Seriously, fuckers,” Russell complained as he worked his way outside.

“Russell, just sit and fucking chill, man. You’re gonna have a heart attack by the time you’re thirty-one,” Lane grumbled.

“I’m a doctor,” Russell snapped back.

“And… that’s supposed to make you impervious to any illness?” I chuckled.

“Oh shit!” Russell exclaimed.

“What?” Lane asked, looking around the balcony for anything that Russell could be talking about.

“He fucking laughed.” Russell pointed to me. “Chase motherfuckin’ badass Black laughed.”

“Fuck you,” I drawled before turning toward the grill and placing the meat onto the scorching grates.

 

***

 

After all the food had been consumed and the whiskey opened, Russell got an emergency call and had to take off. It was a dick thing to think, but I’d been grateful. Not that I didn’t like Russell, but he was becoming annoying and prying too much lately. His abrupt boldness had my guard up and I’d made a mental note to check into him. Not that I hadn’t already pulled both Lane’s and Russell’s sheets to uncover their pasts and presents but it’d been awhile since I’d looked to see if anything new had arisen.

I reached over for my pack of smokes on the table between Lane and me.

“I thought you quit?” he inquired.

“I just have one every now and then,” I returned, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it. I inhaled the toxic chemicals. For some bizarre reason, it had always felt like I was cleansing my body of the bad. As if I were drowning all the demons with the smoke.

“Russell would have a field day if he were still here.” Lane chuckled.

“Russell needs to step the fuck down,” I muttered, blowing smoke up into the night air.

“He means well,” Lane mumbled, before taking a gulp of his whiskey. He placed the tumbler on the table and turned to me. “What’s going on, Chase?”

“Nothing,” I answered, looking up at the dark sky speckled with stars.

“Don’t lie.”

“Just a lot on my mind these past few days,” I told him, and took a long swig of my whiskey.

Lane stood up, dug his keys out of his pocket, and faced me. “You ever wanna talk, you know I’m here, man.”

“I know,” I replied, standing.

“Thanks for a great meal,” he complimented and put out his hand.

I took it and gave him a firm shake. “Anytime.”

Once Lane had left, my hand itched to pick up my cell, like it had all day, but I held back. After I’d left Frankie I’d gone to the gym, then stopped at the grocery store. I’d contemplated taking on one of the new cases I’d turned down, subconsciously knew what I’d been doing and honestly couldn’t understand why. It’s not like I hadn’t ever seen a gorgeous woman before but there was just something about her.

And there was only one way to deal with these plaguing thoughts.

***

 

I walked into the ratty old bar. The scenery hadn’t changed. I’d found this place a few weeks back while I was working a case and stopped in for a quick beer. That quick beer landed me a nice fuck in the back alley. And that’s exactly what I was looking for tonight.

“What can I getcha?” a cute girl asked when I sat down.

“Heineken, bottle, please.”

She sauntered down to the other end of the bar. She was definitely swaying her hips a little more than she normally did, but she wasn’t my type, or what I was looking to play with tonight. Behind those green eyes, she wanted more than a one-night stand. They always had that little gleam in their eye, as if they’d just found their future husband. And I certainly stayed far away from those types.

I turned on the stool and scanned the small joint for any potential. When I locked eyes with the redhead, I knew she was going to be the one. And from the way she leaned over to whisper in her friend’s ear, her eyes never leaving mine, I’d be lucky to finish my beer before she made her way over.

“Here ya go.” The bartender’s voice had me rotating on my seat to face her.

“Thanks,” I replied with a small smile.

“Has anyone ever told you, you have the most beautiful eyes?” she said as she leaned against the bar top to stare into them.

“Yep,” I deadpanned, and then took a hefty pull from the bottle, draining a quarter of it.

“Oh,” she whispered, slightly stunned.

I’d heard a million fucking times how gorgeous my eyes were. They were fucking blue; that’s it. Yeah, they might have been bright blue with dark blue rimming them, but to me, they were nothing special.

“Screwdriver, please,” a female voice from the left of me requested.

The bartender’s eyes slid toward the voice. “Sure thing,” she said with a bit of an attitude. 

Once she walked away, the redhead turned to me. “Whattaya say after this drink we get out of here?”

“I’m game,” I replied without even looking at her face.

I knew this was the right place to come to for nameless pussy. Fifteen minutes later, the redhead and I were going at each other in her car.

We were in the backseat of her Ford Explorer, where she straddled me, top and bra off, and a pair of perfectly sculpted fake tits staring me in the face.

Fuck!

Before I let the thought of how much I hated fake tits run through my mind for long, I grabbed one, pulling it to my mouth, sucking the hard peak between my teeth and bit down.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed.

Screams of ecstasy from a woman were things I craved. When they cried my name as I fucked them without restraint, it was music to my ears. The fierce pounding of flesh on flesh was a great escape. 

Call me an ass, call me an animal, but I loved to fuck. And any woman I had, I left my mark. All of them, whether they were one-night stands or not, they always wanted more.

I pressed my hand between her legs, bit down on her taut nipple again, and she let out a satisfying moan, grinding against my hand as her head flew back.

That’d been another thing I’d learned along the path of my sexual exploration. Give pain to one area and soft pleasure to another. It drove them wild. 

Her head came up and I detached my mouth from her tit; her hands went into my hair and her mouth to mine. It wasn’t the greatest kiss but it wasn’t the worst either. She greedily sucked on my tongue. That movement incited the image of her blowing me, which triggered my cock to grow. 

I began to unbutton her jeans and her hand stopped me.

Are you fucking serious?

“No, let me,” she whispered and moved off me.

Thank fuck!

I watched as she removed her low-heeled boots and shimmied out of her jeans. The red of her lace panties stood out against her creamy skin. Something about that image had me stopping her from removing them.

With my hand over hers at the waist of her panties, her head fell back onto the headrest and she stared at me with lust-filled eyes, spreading her legs in invitation. I accepted as I moved my hand down and began to caress her soaked pussy through her panties, her hips lifting slightly as she tried to put more pressure against my hand.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you,” I whispered roughly.

She smiled and one of her hands went to her tit to fondle her nipple; the other went to the side edge of panties, and she began to pull them aside.

Normally I would have stopped that, but she was so quick that I let it go. Her own fingers dipped into her wet cunt and she moaned.

“You gonna fuck that pussy for me?”

“Yeah,” she whispered breathily.

I sat back and watched as she spread her legs even more. Her fingers twisted and pulled at her hard nipple, while the fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of her cunt.

All I needed was a beer and this would have made a perfect show. But I wasn’t there for a show, I was there to fuck. Fuck, to get images out of my head that shouldn’t be there. So, I let her play for a few minutes longer and when my cock began to deflate from boredom, I moved in.

I snatched both her hands and raised them up over her head. With one hand, I held her wrists at the headrest. She gasped but the look in her eyes said she was so fucking ready for what I was going to do.

She had no idea what she was in for.

My other hand went to her panties and I yanked. The thin material at her hips split and I threw them in the front seat. Her eyes grew wide with shock and she yelped.

“Hope those weren’t your favorite pair,” I grumbled.

“Actually, they… ohhh God!” she bellowed the last as I rammed two fingers inside her dripping cunt.

I hooked those fingers, found the spot, and started to rub. Her body trembled before she began to squirm. My thumb hit her clit, which made her thrash against the seat, then her arms began to pull against the restraint I had on them, but I didn’t budge.

“Holy shit,” she moaned deeply into the steamy car. “Oh God, yes!”

My fingers moved quicker as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and when I moved my mouth to a nipple and bit down hard, she screamed.

“Oh fuck, I’m….” Her heavy jagged breathing stopped her words.

I let go of her nipple and moved my mouth to her ear, where I whispered, “You gonna come?”

“Yeah,” she said on an exhale.

The momentum of my fingers picked up as I started finger fucking her but every time my fingers went deep, I rubbed that sweet spot inside. Her chest rose and fell with thick breathing, the moans and whimpers louder. I knew she was close.

“Come, sweetheart, let it fucking go,” I said lowly in her ear.

“Oh shit… I feel like,” she stuttered between gasps, “I’m going to explode.”

“Do it. Soak the fucking seat,” I demanded before moving my mouth to her nipple and biting down.

Her body bucked, her muscles grew tight, and she cried, “Holy fuck… Oh… Oh!”

I removed my mouth from her tit, my fingers from her cunt, and pinched her clit. I watched the flow of juices pour out onto the light tan seat, darkening the fabric. I let her wrists go and moved my hands to undo my jeans. Still trembling, she quickly reached down and retrieved a condom from her purse.

I freed my cock just as she turned and her eyes went straight to it.

“Holy fuck!” she whispered in awe.

I wasn’t in the fucking mood for the whole, “You’re fucking huge,” or “That’s too big for me.” Believe me, ladies, it fits; it always does. It may be a little painful at first but in the end, you’ll be craving it.

I snatched the condom from her and her eyes came to mine. As I ripped it open and encased my throbbing cock, she confessed, “I’ve never, not ever, come like that before.” Her eyes moved to the seat and she whispered, “Oh fuck,” as she took in the huge wet spot underneath her.

“You’re welcome,” I roughly whispered. “You gonna get up here and ride the shit out of my cock while you’re primed?”

Her head twisted to me. “I’m gonna try, but you know that thing is….”

She squealed when I grabbed her under her arms, yanking her over to straddle me. Centering my cock, I latched onto her hips as I knifed up, ramming into her.

“Holy shit!” she yelled as I buried myself deep in her drenched pussy.

With her hands gripping my shoulder, I let her move at her own pace for a few strokes, adjusting to my size. After a couple of slow up-and–down movements, I got bored.

“Hold on to the seat.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

Her hands went to the back of the seat, my grip firmly on her hips, then I raised her up and slammed her back down onto my cock. Her body bucked as she let out a guttural groan. My hands moved to her ass where I spread her cheeks, and with a steady grasp, I began to move my hips up and fuck the shit out of her.

“Please, oh…,” she moaned.

I ignored her pleas and kept going. Thrust after hard thrust, I pounded into her. I closed my eyes and saw Naomi’s face which freaked me the fuck out, so I rapidly opened them.

“I’m gonna…,” the redhead whimpered breathlessly.

Her cunt began to tighten around my cock and I plunged into her with rough swift drives. Naomi’s sweet soft voice filled my ears. I shook my head, but it didn’t help.

I slammed inside as I felt her pussy pulse. “Yes! Fucking yes!” she shouted as her orgasm squeezed my cock.

Then I found myself slipping over the edge just as quickly, as if it were Naomi’s voice I heard screaming and not the woman’s on top of me. I let out a small throaty groan as the last of my release shot up my shaft and into the condom. I moved my hands to her hips and raised her up and off me. Once she was planted in the seat next to me, I went to work at removing the rubber and tucking myself back in my jeans.

I turned to her and said, “Thanks,” and put my hand to the handle and opened the door.

“Thanks?” she bit out. “I just had the best fucking sex of my life and all I get is a thanks?”

“Okay, you’re welcome too.” I folded out of the car.

She shouted right before I was about to shut the door, “Wait!”

“Yeah?” I questioned, ducking my head back in.

“That’s it?” she whined in an annoyed voice.

“Yep,” I answered, shut the door, and started to walk to my truck.

I heard a muffled, “You asshole!” screamed from behind me.

I turned my head, winked, and gave a slight smile.

It was a release, that’s all I could say. I’d had better and I’d had worse but the release I’d been looking for, I didn’t get.

Because all the way home, Naomi continued to occupy my thoughts.