Y FUTURE HAD no vacancy for a man like him, and it was definitely not going to adapt to make space for a man with obvious criminal connections. By his own admission he worked for criminals and with them. Who knew what actual crimes there were in his past. And he was a brute. An animal.
I repeated the ideas over and over in my head. All the reasons I should have nothing to do with him. It had been a bad idea to see him in the first place. Going to a bar with a man like that, how would that ever have turned out well? What the hell was I thinking? And then taking him back to my apartment. Opening the door to him. Letting him into my home. Into my bedroom.
The depth of his eyes, the hardness of his big, jutting jaw, the heat of his whispers, none of it meant anything. Not the way he made my skin jump as he peeled off my shirt. Not the way he was so rough and careless, running his hands over me. Pulling me up against his hard torso. Breathing my name into my hair, giving me goosebumps as his breath fanned my throat. And my cleavage. My treacherous breasts that leaped and loved him.
My poor, lost pussy, which wept and sobbed for him. Pouted and pined as his lips teased and tormented my poor, helpless clit. My trickling walls that opened, only out of a lonely kindness. They should have known better than to seize on the hard strength of his tongue. Foolish thing, being won over by the length of him, rolling, spreading and flattening, finding all my secret spaces and greeting them like naughty playmates, long missed but still mischievous. Still up to their old dirty tricks.
My thighs, silly, girlish things, flattered by his caresses and nips. His licks and the hardness of his cheeks. Still, they shouldn’t have hugged and squeezed him. Shouldn’t have made his mouth quite so welcome up between my dripping petals. My irresponsible, clenching, twitching ass was bound to egg him on, goad him and make him think he should do more.
And when he did, when he spread me wide, when he pinned me flat and helpless with the nails of his eyes, then I should have known. Then I should have said, “Oh, no, mountain man. Don’t bring that thing near me. Don’t think you can plunge your fucking oversized jackhammer cock into me. Don’t you dare stretch me wide, split me sore and breathless on that damned telegraph pole. Don’t think you can shove yourself all the way up through me.”
If I had the sense to stop it there and then, he wouldn’t have driven that thing up so far he made me think things I’d long forgotten. He wouldn’t have rocked me like a roiling ocean current and made me toss and clench and flap and claw and scream until I shouted out his damned name.
Then I wouldn’t have to spend all day trying to pretend that it didn’t matter. And thinking up good reasons to not sit down or walk too fast.
Bastard.
The way Horse was, the picture of him in my head, all of the images from that evening, and from the night, kept me buzzing clear through the next day. Right up until I went out after that call.
The velvety touch of his skin, hard sinew rolling beneath, his dark scents. The heat of his chest, the strength of his thighs, the rolling force of his powerfully sculpted ass, all that was the mood music to my day.
The whole of that next day, his breath was still on the insides of my thighs. My fingers still felt the twist and grip I’d had on his hair. All of it with the memory of his voice, low and warm in my ear.
His mobile lips. His absurdly long tongue. I would remember every taste and every flick, every unexpected extra thrust, for a long time to come. Coupled with the abrasive soreness and the ache that wouldn’t go away. As it turned out, I would have to remember it all, and for some time to come.
The call shouldn’t have come to me. But it had, easy and light, the way that only really bad luck can be. The Bureau had sent an FBI ‘persons of interest’ notification to the local precinct, I might have sent it myself, and I never thought to even check. It was something we would only ever have done as a courtesy. It was a formality, just for the local enforcement to be aware, simply so that they would keep away from the individuals concerned, or keep us informed if, for any reason, they had some urgent need to approach them.
Our investigation was looking into the connections and movements, some of their associations and business activities. We were, I was, in fact, due to be interviewing them pretty soon. Sometime in the following days, for sure. Even that was only procedure. It wasn’t like they’d never been questioned before.
We knew who they were, they knew that we knew. It was all just routine. Or it should have been.
The watch commander had no real need even to let the bureau know what was happening, it was just him going out of his way to be friendly. He sounded like one of those cops who wanted to transfer across, and maybe he thought that being nice to the Bureau would help his chances along.
If I hadn’t left a memory stick in my desk drawer and had to go back for it, I wouldn’t have heard about any of it until afterwards. As it all shook out, I happened to be passing the office front desk, which was unmanned again, and I saw the phone light flash.
When I picked up, the watch commander introduced himself. He was chatty and I wasn’t in too much of a rush. My step still sprung and not all of the glow from the last night was pure pain. Even I was able to hear the playful lilt in my voice.
When he said the address, I just started writing it on the pad at the desk. Almost the whole address was on the page in front of me before I even thought about it. Then I realized that was where the suspects lived. Still, even when he said there were reports of shots fired, there was no need for me to attend. But it was nearby, and I was curious. How would things have turned out if I had just let it go?
If I had done the normal thing, thanked the watch commander for his help and waited for a report to come in next day, my whole life would have been completely different.
Nothing in the report or the circumstances even made me think of Horse. It could have been the only time that whole day that I wasn’t thinking about him.