Chapter 8
Mary Jane
A young man invited frisky old women into his home.
He said to his servants: "Mix a drink for one, and have sex with the other, if she wants to."
The women spoke up as one: "I'm not thirsty."
–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)
Once we climbed in the limo, I turned to Noah. “What do you mean we have an ex-boyfriend to visit?”
“How long have you dated this idiot?” Noah pulled out my phone and typed into it.
“Not that long and what are you texting him?” I tried to grab the phone, but he kept it away from me. “What did you just say?”
“He wants to talk to you, face-to-face. I gave him a meeting place.”
“Wait. We can’t do that. You can’t do that.” I tried to get the phone again, throwing myself on him and trying to wrestle his hand to me.
With his rock hard arms, he barely moved. “He threatened to post a naked picture of you on Facebook and anywhere else. Your family and friends will see that beautiful pussy in the air.”
“I saw that text, but—”
“What do you think happens to someone that messes with my people?”
“I’m thinking not good things.” Shock hit me. “I’m one of your people?”
Again, that cold mask of his faltered. “You’re with me now.”
My phone buzzed again and he typed some more.
“What are you telling him?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Noah set my phone on his leg, took out his own cell, and got on it. “Crusher, head over to Manny’s Pizza really quick. We’re meeting a punk ass kid named Harrold. When we arrive, park, find him, and bring him to me. What? No. Huh? I said no. I want to do it. Fine. You do it, but don’t kill him. Yes, but not any of those old Disney movies, at least do the new ones.”
What the fuck are they talking about?
Noah groaned, “If you play that song, then it’s your job to clean up the blood.”
I’m so fucking lost right now.
He hung up and put the phone away.
“Okay. Look,” I said. “You can’t hurt him. Harrold is an ass cock, but I couldn’t deal with the guilt of somebody being hurt around me. Just let me call him and—”
“How long did you date him?”
I frowned. “What are you going to do?”
“How long?” he growled.
“Barely four months.”
“When did you break up with him?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Why?”
“What are you going to do to him?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
His features warmed a little as he scooted over to me and pulled my arms down. “Why did you break up with him?”
“Because he was boring and a bit possessive. He never liked it when I went out with my friends. He barged in on Girl’s Night a few times. I caught him looking into my phone. Plus, he didn’t think I was that funny. He thought I should pay more attention to my classes.”
Noah picked my phone back up and pulled up the image. “And when did you take this picture?”
Embarrassment froze and kept me speechless. I could barely look at it with him so near. “Put that away.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s embarrassing.”
“No. I’ve never seen a prettier pussy than that one. And so wet. He either has a top notch cell phone camera or I’ve made several mistakes today.”
“What mistakes?”
“Instead of yelling at you, I should have been lapping at that puckered little clit right there. Mmmmm. Look how wet she gets.”
My breasts felt heavy and my nipples stiffened. He pressed his warm body against me and I craved him even more. I wanted his clothes off and cock jutting out to me. “I don’t want you to hurt my ex. Sure, I have to talk to him and tell him not to—”
That stone cold expression covered his face. “You think you’ll be more effective than me?”
“I think I would be more legal.”
He leaned his head to the side. “I own the police. What’s more legal than that?”
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t get to hurt people for me.”
“No?”
“No.”
He leaned in closer. “Or what?”
Fear began rising, but I pushed it back down. I didn’t know much about men like him, but I knew that punking out and whimpering like a baby wouldn’t be the answer. I pulled up my courage and glared back at him. “I don’t fucking know what, but I would figure out a way to make your life uncomfortable.”
We stared at each other for several seconds. Neither of us blinking. For some reason, I couldn’t fucking blink before he did. It might’ve been the childishness in me, but he’d have to blink first.
He blinked and I flashed a wicked smile.
Great! One tiny, insignificant victory for me! Ha! Take that. You can probably kill me and everyone I know with one phone call, but can you beat me in a blinking contest? No! Stand the fuck down!
Sneering, he picked up his phone again, pressed some buttons, and talked into it. “Crusher, change of plans. Put your Disney cd away. We won’t get him. Yes. Yes. I know. Tell Fuji and 305 to run over to Manny’s and grab him. Why? Because they fucking listen. Okay. What? Maybe. Look, not fucking Snow White. No. Because that soundtrack has the worst songs. It sounds more like opera. Jesus, enough about this!”
Disney cd? Snow White? Am I hearing this correctly?
He paused while Crusher must’ve asked what the guys should do next. “I don’t know. Have them keep him there. Until then, we’re taking a detour. Take us to Vaso Beach.”
When Noah hung up, I asked. “Why are we going to the beach and what’s up with the Disney stuff?”
“We’re going to the beach because we need to get some things straight.”
“And the Disney stuff?”
“Don’t worry about that. In fact, if you never know, your life will be the better for it.”
“Fine, but what do we need to get straight?”
He took my phone out, pulled up that picture again, and captured his bottom lip with his teeth. “You stumbled into the wrong bar, Mary Jane.”
“What does that mean?” I tried to take the phone away from him. “And stop looking at the photo.”
He shut it off. “I’ve never seen a prettier pussy.”
Embarrassed and surging with hormones, I turned away and stared out of the window. “Stop saying that.”
His laughter filled the limo.
We arrived at Vaso Beach in no time. I hadn’t been out here in years. Too many tourists littered the place. Vaso was the Spanish word for glass and Vaso Beach had many varieties of sea glass. Smooth, multi-colored, and frosty, thousands upon thousands of these jeweled little pebbles covered the sand. They were the product of humans and nature. Like the glass beaches of California, people had used our shore as a trash dump for forty years. They filled the place with discarded bottles.
Years before my mother was born, the state stopped the dumping and spent the next ten years cleaning up as much as possible. The ocean waves did the rest, tumbling the broken bottles and glass over and over for many years, giving them smooth, rounded shapes. Through the tide and sea power, the shore became this beautiful mistake. A tragic miracle. By the time I was born, everyone had begun calling it Vaso Beach, because the area has a heavy Spanish population surrounding it.
Once the limo stopped, Crusher let us out, handed Noah a huge blanket, and returned to the front and got back in.
“Wow,” I said. “I’ve never been here at night.”
“I’m always sitting here and thinking.” Taking off his jacket, Noah covered my shoulders with it and led us forward. “This beach is my second office. The blanket is my desk and chair. Sometimes I have to get out, be alone, and keep my mind still.”
“Is that what keeps the nightmares away?”
“I never said I had any.”
“How could you not? I took a psych class and it talked about post traumatic—”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
A cool, salty breeze blew past us. A few strands of my hair fell out of my up-do and tickled the side of my face. Noah stared at stray hairs like they were freaking nipples. My body shivered and I couldn’t pin point why.
Must he always make me jittery? Look somewhere else.
I drank in the beautiful view around us. The powerful ocean waves crashed out in the distance, delivering a soothing sound above the moonlit pebbles. They glowed on the beach and almost appeared alien. As if we’d stepped into a fantasy world where bright gems dotted the sand.
We both took off our shoes and Noah got rid of his socks. One would’ve thought that him barefoot in his expensive suit should have taken away from his hotness factor, but it didn’t. If anything, my body surged even more with hunger.
What are we doing?
I let him hold my hand and tried not to enjoy his hard fingers against mine, too much. The entire evening had become bizarre. I was his captive, not his date. I had to remember that. “So you need time to come out here and think?”
“I don’t need time to think,” he replied.
“Are you sure?’ Glowing glass pebbles smoothed against my feet. “That guy at the party seemed a bit crazy.”
“That’s not a difficult problem. There’s just one solution and I’m ready to do it. I didn’t want to kill him earlier today. It was going to be a hard decision. But now, this is easy. He took away our friend and I’m pretty sure he was the one who killed those kids in the park. I love him, but not enough to let him live after children have died.”
“Was he always that crazy?”
“No. But, killing kids and stabbing your childhood friend in the forehead could do that to you.”
I swallowed down my fear.
“Is that hard for you to hear?” he asked.
“Yes. Are you kidding me? That scares the shit out of me. I don’t think I could ever kill anyone.”
“You could—if it meant your life or their’s.”
“Sure,” I said. “But I’ve never had to make that decision.”
“And you won’t with me.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m stating a fact.” He squeezed my hand a little and continued to lead me closer to the water. With only a few feet remaining between the crashing waves and us, he laid out the blanket and gestured for me to sit down. “We need to talk.”
“Do we?” I slowly sat down and pulled my dress over my legs.
“This Harrold situation could go many different ways for me. None of them would be ways that would make you happy.” He moved closer to me, causing a warm shiver to run up and down my flesh. Even though I had his jacket over me, I couldn’t stop shaking. It was fear and desire. They both thundered inside of my chest. He had the nerve to talk about hurting someone like it was nothing and yet, as he did it, his voice and the way he spoke the words made me delirious with lust.
“I don’t want you to hurt him,” I said.
“Of course not, but he threatened to humiliate you. Someone that is with me. He didn’t know that, poor guy, but no one fucks with someone I’m looking after.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Looking after? You make it sound like you’re babysitting me.”
“Okay, let’s change the wording.”
“Sounds good to me. We can call it kidnapping.”
“Or we can say that you’re someone that I’ve recently met and discovered that I. . .”
“What?”
Each word was uttered with a dark sensual promise. “I would like to care for you in many ways, Mary Jane. This one being the first.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t get to where I am by only using a gun. There are other ways to conquer. Making friends gets you there faster. Doing favors helps even more. So let’s say that, sometimes, I will do favors for you.”
My heart raced in my ears. “And what do you expect in return?”
“I just want your gratitude.” He caressed me with a hungry gaze and licked his lips again. “So tell me. How do you want me to help you with this situation?”
“I can do it myself or—”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“Doesn’t matter. It started with you doing something. If I’m doing the favor, I carry out the action, and trust me, Mary Jane, I really want to do something to this guy. He’s a piece of shit guy who decides that the best way to get his girl back is to overload her phone with pictures of his tiny penis.”
It’s not that tiny, but I guess compared to yours, it’s fucking child-size.
Noah continued, “And when you don’t answer, he shifts from his porno Romeo affections to threats.”
“Fine, but I bet if I just—”
“No.”
“What if?”
“I want to break something,” Noah said matter-of-factly. “I think a good compromise is one leg.”
Stunned, I froze.
“What?” He frowned. “Legs heal. And he’d be able to limp as opposed to spending the next couple months in a wheelchair.”
“Yes, but the very act of someone breaking the leg. I mean, it’s barbaric.”
“Maybe the right hand? He probably used it to jack off to that picture of you. And naturally, his face wouldn’t be too pretty after our discussion.”
I widened my eyes. “You think these are compromises?”
He had the nerve to frown. “Then, what do you want?”
“Just a simple verbal threat. I mean, you look pretty fucking serious when you’re mad. That should do fine.”
“How would you know? You’ve never seen me mad.”
“At the party—”
“No, that was me annoyed.”
“What about when I first saw you on the stage and you were holding the gun and telling me to get off?”
“No, that was more puzzled and confused.”
“Then, what do you look like when you’re mad?”
“It’s not a look. It’s about what happens to the environment.”
“You mean like the sky thunders and lighten crackles, because Noah the King is pissed?”
“No.” His face became neutral. “When I’m mad, blood covers the streets. Bodies fall to the ground. Mothers and wives cry while they prepare funeral arrangements. The blocks go cold. People decide to stay inside for the evening.”
My face must’ve been priceless. Terrified and swooning all at once. What the hell was wrong with me? These were clear red flags. Not that one needed to state the obvious. But this was one of the moments when I should run fast away from a person like this.
But for some reason, as I sat on the blanket surrounded by glowing glass pebbles and the moonlight bathing the beach with his jacket covering me, I couldn’t run away. I didn’t want to move or leave. I wanted to learn more. And I had to have him. He was too fucking hot to ignore.
Noah continued, “I will break something on Harrold. He threatened you and got to see that beautiful, wet pussy. I’ve killed people for less. Watched the life leave their eyes. He needs to feel pain to understand I’m serious. Do you get that?”
Speechless, I nodded.
“For you, I’ll only break one thing. You pick.”
“I-I can’t pick.” I shook my head.
“You want me to pick?”
“Hell no.” My bottom lip quivered. “Maybe. . .okay. Maybe his pinky.”
A groan left him. “A pinky?”
“Yes.”
“Too small, but for you. . .I’ll do it.” He reached for me and anticipation radiated over my skin, but he didn’t touch my face. “For you. . .I would probably do many things.”
He placed his hands on my up-do and slowly, one by one, he freed the pins detaining my curls. I’d only used a few to keep the curls in place, but in seconds, he’d dismantled it, running his fingers through my curls and arranging them around my shoulders. The few times his fingertips stroked my flesh, it drove me crazy. Wet arousal moistened my thighs.
Damn, I want him. If he can make me hot playing in my hair, what else could he do with his hands?
The next moment, he answered my question. He drew me against him and consumed my lips. There was nothing left to say about Harrold. I could think of nothing, but Noah on top of me. I had to have him.
His next words were a sensual plea. “Can I taste you?”
“No.”
“Why not, Mary Jane?”
“Because you scare me.”
“A few kisses?”
“No.”
“Please.”
My heart beats increased. “I don’t want to have sex.”
“Fine. I only want to kiss her. May I?” He licked his lips and my entire body came undone. “Please, Mary Jane.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Lay down, beautiful.” He took his damn time lifting up my dress as I reclined. The soft blanket pressing against me. The starlit sky became my view. Cool air brushed against my bare legs.
He spread my thighs and muttered, “Goddamn it.”
“What?” I tried to rise, but he tenderly pushed me back down.
Kissing my thighs, causing me to shudder against his mouth, he whispered with annoyance, “I don’t have time for this, but damn. . .I’m definitely going to take my time. I’m going to lick you until your dry and fast asleep.”
I giggled. “Now who’s telling jokes?”
His answer was an action. He buried his face into my sex and rubbed his chiseled chin against my pussy. He sucked and lapped like I had a gun to his head and the only way he could live was to make me come.
“Oh, fuck!” I curled my toes.
He would not stop lapping and licking. His mouth continued making love to my sex while I twisted and turned, moaning like a wild woman. My voice rose over the sound of ocean waves and the rippling of his tongue pushing in and out.
Suddenly, I erupted into nothing but a buffet of pleasure. My pussy exploded. My nipples blazed to numbness. My skin shuddered against him. Color exploded into taste. Sound mingled with heat. My mouth was an open mess and I screamed Noah’s name over and over. I babbled. At one point, I think I drooled a bit, still riding the shock waves.
What the hell was that?!
An orgasm wasn’t supposed to be that way. Impairing the senses with lightning fast speed. Orgasms weren’t supposed to make my legs spasm and me mumble incomprehensible things to the world. Orgasms didn’t disrupt the mind and make the heart boom out of my chest.
What the hell was that?!
I’d come many times before. Nice, little soft orgasms. A little moan here. A gyrate there, and I had a subtle finish that lasted for a few seconds. The orgasm that Noah gave me wasn’t subtle. It was wrong and wild, raw and terrifying. It ripped through me. What had he done to me? I’d thought only drugs were supposed to give people this feeling, a sensation of erotic euphoria. A tongue wasn’t supposed to do this. Or had I been letting the wrong dudes eat me all this time?
Now, I finally understand why Mom always said, “Stay away from the bad boys.”
The world went dark. It was hard to keep my eyes open as another tiny orgasm shuddered through me. He continued to lap and suck as I passed the fuck out and drowned in an oasis of pleasure.
Damn you, Noah.