King
I couldn’t believe it.
I couldn’t believe that Rossi taken things so far, or that my old friends had teamed up with him and betrayed me like they had. I barely even recognized them anymore. They were just people that I used to know.
I couldn’t believe any of what had happened today, and I probably wouldn’t be getting over it any time soon.
Christy had leaned close to me, whispering reassuring words in my ear, but it wasn’t doing any good—not when my whole life seemed to be crumbling around me. Being wanted by the police was no small matter, and it wasn’t something that I could just fix overnight, not with knowing the evidence against me. There was no hope for me, no matter what Christy said.
I wasn’t the type to wallow in my own self-pity, but I could honestly say that there was no way out of my situation. Rossi had well and truly fucked me over, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it. The only thing that I could think of wouldn’t really fix the situation, but it would help me, and that was all I could really do now—prolong the inevitable. I knew, without a doubt, that Christy would be thoroughly against it, and that she would try to convince me not to do it, but she wouldn’t be able to sway me. Not this time.
The entire drive to Sky’s house was quiet. Christy sat beside me in uncharacteristic silence, probably not wanting to push me, and for that I was grateful. I, on the other hand, had my mind preoccupied with every single possibility and course of action. When we finally arrived inside, Christy stopped me in my tracks with a hand on my arm.
“King?” she questioned.
“I know what you’re going to say, but it’s not happening,” I said.
“Why not? We can stop him,” she insisted.
“No, Christy. Not this time.” We wouldn’t be able to figure a way out of it this time. If the police caught wind of me, then I’d be going to prison for a long time, for something that I hadn’t even done. All the evidence was against me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk or fight my way out of this, like I had in the past. There was only one thing I could do now.
“What do you mean? We have to do something. You can’t just let yourself be arrested.”
She didn’t understand what I meant, and I hated what I was about to say. There wasn’t even a small part of me that wanted to tell her what I was about to do. I could already predict her reaction clearly in my mind.
“I need to leave town, Christy. It’s the only way.”
Christy frowned up at me, then began nodding her head.
“Okay. We’ll leave then. That’s okay. It’s probably the best idea, until things calm down a bit and then–”
“No, Christy. That’s not what I meant. I need to leave town,” I said again.
“Yes, I know, King. I’ll get my things ready, and we can go–”
“Christy!” I interrupted with a shout, watching her eyes dart around in confusion. “I’m going on my own. I can’t let you come with me,” I said seriously.
She had to understand. I had to make her understand.
“Are you serious, King? How could you say that? We’re in this together. If you have to leave, then I’m coming with you.”
“Christy, I can’t let you do that.”
How could she not understand? I couldn’t let her go on the run with me. We weren’t vacationing somewhere, and we weren’t going to visit a new place. We would be running from the cops. How could she want to be dragged into that? It was one thing to want to stand by me, but this would be ridiculous.
“King, you can’t stop me,” she pleaded. “I won’t let you go that easily.”
Before I knew it, Christy began to stride forward toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulling my lips down to hers. I knew what she was doing. It wouldn’t work, but I wasn’t going to stop her from seducing me, if that’s what she deemed the best was to convince me. If she wanted to give me something to remember her by, then there wasn’t a single part of me that would even think about complaining.
Instead, I deepened the kiss, intertwining my tongue with hers and biting down on her plump bottom lip. She had her hands on my collar now, moaning into my mouth. I slipped my hand up her thigh and under her skirt, cupping her ass and drawing her tighter against me. Christy and I were wrapped so tightly around each other that I was scared I was going to break her, but I didn’t let go, gripping her tighter to me.
She didn’t even bother leading me to the bedroom, taking me over to the sofa instead, and sitting me down roughly.
“I’m coming with you,” she said as she stepped back, pulling her shirt over her head and revealing her lace bra.
“No, you’re not,” I replied, even as my hands lifted to cup her breasts while she straddled my lap. Our lips connected once more, moving in sync as we lost ourselves in each other. She was grinding on me, rotating her hips with almost hypnotic circular motions.
I wanted her even closer to me, and I knew she thought the same when she slipped my own shirt above my head and pulled herself even higher on my lap.
“I’m coming with you,” she repeated, as I unclasped her bra, letting her bare nipples rub up and down my chest as I tilted her hips to a more comfortable position. My erection was so close to her, only separated by a few layers of easily-discarded clothing. Her skirt and my pants came off next, both in a fumble of fingers and limbs, as we struggled to stay connected.
I didn’t want to leave her for a moment, not now when I needed to connect with her one last time.
“You’re not,” I replied again, but this time with more of a grunt as she moved in a particular way that made my hips jerk.
I was determined for Christy not to change my mind, but, fuck, when she did things like that, I forgot why.
Finally, Christy’s panties came off too, and, at last, there was no barrier between us.
I gripped my cock in my own hands and helped her lower herself onto me.
“King,” she panted, seating herself down completely and arching her back so that her perky tits were right in my face. I bit down hard on one nipple as she began her slow rising and falling motion.
“You’re not going off by yourself,” Christy said, her head tipped back and her hands grasping my shoulders.
“You can’t change my mind.”
With every downward stroke, she clamped hard around me, almost coaxing me to orgasm.
It didn’t take long before we reached bliss together, our sweaty bodies reaching the height of our pleasure and sharing it with each other. If it were any other time, then maybe I would feel content, peaceful, or even loved, but knowing I had to leave her had cast a darker light on things.
“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be,” I said. “I won’t be able to stand it if you do.”
“This is bullshit. You’re being set up! Why can’t we fight this? Together!”
I knew what she wanted. It was the same thing that I wanted myself, but I couldn’t get through to her that it couldn’t happen.
There was no way I was going to weigh her down with all my baggage, drag her around from place to place while I stayed on the run, and let her become a criminal, just because I was a selfish bastard.
No, she would have to stay behind and avoid Rossi as long as she could. Maybe he would leave her alone, and maybe he wouldn’t. I’d make sure she was protected, nonetheless. Maybe I’d pay Romano another visit and try to strike a deal for her protection. I had a feeling I might not need to, though, if what I suspected of Romano was true. He would find his own way to protect her, regardless.
If not, maybe she would decide to leave on her own and start over somewhere new, away from all the drama. I wouldn’t blame her for that. Who could?
Either way, she and I had to go our separate ways.
“You know it’s the only way,” I said, hoping she understood that I wished to God that things could be different.