Welcome to Blissville

by Walker, Aimee Nicole

  “I didn’t kill anyone,” Billy said with his hands up, it seemed as if all the fight had drained from him.

  “So we’re not going to find the gun that killed Nate Turner in your truck, home, or storage unit?” Wen asked.

  “No,” Billy said.

  “Do you admit to stalking and harassing Josh Roman?” Wen asked.

  “I do, but not for the reasons he thinks,” Billy said defensively. “I only did it to cast doubt about Detective Wyatt’s character once I learned about his history with the dead guy. I hate that dickhead.” The feeling was mutual.

  There was no way that Billy would admit to being obsessed with Josh, but I knew differently. I might’ve bought the smoke and mirrors thing if he hadn’t taken up residence in the empty house across from Josh so he could watch us having sex. I saw the possessive gleam in his eye the time I found him standing in Josh’s kitchenette. I suspected the investigators knew the truth but chose not to call him on it. He’d be more likely to cooperate because of that decision.

  “So, for my benefit, I want to recap what you’ve said to us this morning and you tell me if I misunderstood you,” Adrian said. “The Feds will be here soon so I want to wrap up things on my end before they take you away.”

  “They weren’t my drugs,” Billy said defensively. The panic he must’ve felt was making his voice rise in pitch. “I know fucking well this is some kind of conspiracy. There’s no fucking way I tested positive for drugs on my random drug test and I never had any drugs in my possession while I was at the house on Elm Street. Those drugs were planted there after I was arrested. Someone is making me the fall guy for their drug business.” He might’ve been more convincing had his body not betrayed the obvious signs of withdrawal.

  “You’ll need to tell that to the Feds,” Wen told Billy.

  “Billy, I need you to focus on what I’m asking,” Adrian told him. “Did you begin harassing and stalking Josh Roman to put attention on Detective Wyatt’s connection to Nate Turner, and did you make it look like it was the same person who stalked, and later killed, Nate Turner?”

  “Yes.”

  “Those are all the questions we have for you at this time,” Detective Wen said. He motioned for the guards to come get him and take him back to his holding cell.

  “What’s with situation with the DEA?” I asked the captain when the interview was over.

  “The drugs found on Elm Street and the ones found in the school were packaged in the exact same way. I am positive once the Feds run tests that they’ll confirm they’re from the same batch,” Captain Reardon said.

  “Do you think it’s at all possible that Billy and Nate were trafficking the drugs together and it had something to do with Nate’s death? Is Billy Nate’s killer?”

  “The only thing we can do is talk to the CPD and find out what they know, if anything, about drugs being trafficked through Nate’s club. If the guy was into prostitution to make extra cash, then I don’t think drug running is too farfetched. The two often go hand in hand. The more we know about Nate the more it will help us find his killer,” Captain Reardon replied.

  “I realize that Nate’s club was on the river, which would be appealing for trafficking, but there’s something this county has that makes it even more enticing,” I said. “Think about how many major interstates and highways run near here. I need to dig deeper into Billy’s past to know what he’s been up to before he returned to Blissville.”

  “You can’t be involved in that investigation,” the captain reminded me. “I’ve already talked to the sheriff and we’re going to pool resources and form a task force between us and CPD to solve Nate’s homicide. There’s nothing that truly ties Nate to the drugs. We’re going to go with the assumption that the two incidents are separate. So, you’re going to lead our task force unless we do find a connection to Sampson. I’m going to let the DEA handle the investigation regarding the drugs found in Billy’s possession and the school locker. They have resources that we don’t have. Billy can scream that they aren’t his drugs all he wants, but all the DEA is going to see his connection to a woman who has access to the school.”

  “Yes, sir.” Captain Reardon rose to his feet, but before he could leave I asked, “Can I ask you something, sir?”

  “Yes, Gabe.”

  “For my own sanity and assurance, can I see the evidence that was collected from Bianca’s home on Elm Street?”

  The captain thought about it for a minute and then nodded. “You can see pictures of the evidence,” he amended.

  It twisted my guts to see how obsessed Billy really was with Josh. There were two dozen photos taken of him, but luckily none of them were the two of us having sex. It was doubtful Billy wanted a photographic reminder of just how far Josh had moved on. In the solo pictures of Josh, he could convince himself that he was just waiting for them to resume whatever fucked-up relationship they’d had in the past. It was also pretty obvious to the cops who did the search that Billy’s claim about just using the situation to his advantage was a lie because mixed with the photos of Josh on the bare mattress was an open bottle of lubricant.

  It was a good thing the captain hadn’t let me see those photos before the Feds took Billy away because I wasn’t sure the rage I felt would’ve been quieted by my sense of right and wrong. I seethed at my desk for hours, ignoring everyone around me as I wandered how far Billy would’ve escalated his obsession of Josh. What had he planned to do the previous night when Josh was outside alone? I made myself physically sick as I turned the same thoughts and questions over in my mind.

  Yet, something in the back of my mind nagged me when I looked at the photos, but I was too damn angry to focus. Then it hit me. There was a silver pair of scissors in the photos of evidence that were similar to the pair that Josh had given Georgia when she’d replaced his old pair with a pair of blue ones when he opened the new location of his salon.

  Back when Georgia was killed, I assumed that stylists only had one pair of scissors they used, but I knew better after the recent haircut Josh gave me. Josh had a black leather case that unwrapped to reveal several sets of shiny blue scissors in various sizes, each of them with Jazz engraved on them.

  “Adrian,” I said suddenly and loud enough to startle him.

  “Yeah?” he asked, clutching his chest.

  “Come look at this,” I told him.

  Adrian came around to my desk and looked at the picture. I pointed to the scissors and said, “I can’t tell from this picture, but do those look engraved to you?”

  He squinted then replied, “They sure do.”

  I picked up my desk phone and dialed the salon because I knew Josh wouldn’t answer his cellphone if he was in the middle of a color, cut, or style. “Hi, Chaz, it’s Gabe.” He was happy to hear from me and wanted to chat but quickly realized, by the tone of my voice when I asked for Josh, that I was all business.

  “Hey, babe,” Josh said into the phone. “What’s wrong?”

  “How many pairs of scissors did you give Georgia when she gave you the blue set?” I asked, getting straight to business.

  “Two,” he replied slowly, as if confused why I would ask. “The set she gave me was several steps up from my old ones.”

  “That’s what I thought. Thank you, Sunshine.” I hung up the phone without saying goodbye and looked at Adrian. “I think we know who ransacked Georgia’s mansion.” It looked like Billy helped himself to a little souvenir in the process. “Now we just need to figure out why.”

  Unfortunately, the only person who knew the truth had left with the DEA hours before and I worried that we’d never get another shot at talking to him.

  I looked at my cordless salon phone in disbelief when I heard a click followed by a dial tone. How dare he call me up, get me excited with the sound of his voice, call me by my special name, and then hang up without a goodbye? I wasn’t having any part of that rudeness and my mind began spinning a plan that would make him think twice before he hung up on me again. Hmmm…
sexy music, my sexy beast handcuffed to a chair, and a seductive torture he’d never ever forget. Oh, the possibilities were endless.

  I handed the phone to Chaz who raised a brow that I could only answer with a shrug because I had no idea what was going on, but he could bet his ass that I would find out. My ears picked up bits and pieces of the conversation going on between the four clients in the salon. I stopped what I was doing and stared in shock at what I heard.

  “It’s more about the texture for me more than the actual taste,” Esther said sitting in Meredith’s chair.

  “Yes, Esther,” Jessica said from Marci’s chair, “not to mention how thick it is no matter how much I whip it before I put it in my mouth.”

  “I know! I swear, I gag on the thickness of it sometimes,” Missy said from Heather’s chair.

  “I hate it when it’s chunky,” Alice said with a shudder from my chair.

  Meredith looked up from straightening Esther’s hair and laughed when she saw my expression. “They’re talking about Greek yogurt, baby.”

  “Oh,” I said in relief, “I thought you all were talking about cum.”

  Seven sets of eyes widened in shock, make that eight because I couldn’t believe I said that out loud. I blamed Gabe for forgetting my filter and decided to add time to his torture before I let him come later that night. In the meantime, I had an apology to make for my crude words, “Ladies, I apologize…”

  They all burst into laughter, some of them so hard they had to wipe their eyes. “Sweetheart, we hear the way your bird talks. We know he got it somewhere,” Alice said when I resumed my position at the back of her chair so I could continue cutting her hair.

  “Don’t you blame me for that bird,” I told them. “He was like that when I got him. Hell, he makes me blush.”

  “Dirty Bird! Dirty Bird!” It was like he knew the exact time to chime in.

  “See,” I said to my clients. “He’s confessing to corrupting me, not the other way around.”

  I could tell they weren’t convinced, but that was fine by me. I was just happy I didn’t offend anyone with my bawdy talk about cum. I felt the little hum of anticipation throughout my body as I silently strategized exactly what I was going to do to Gabe. In fact, by the time it came time to put my plan into action, I felt like I was the one who’d been tortured all day. I feared that I’d embarrass myself by coming too soon. I went up to my attic studio and set everything up and waited for my man to come home.

  “Sunshine, where are you?” I heard Gabe call when he got home.

  “Up here,” I called out. “Lose some layers before you come up.”

  “Alright,” I heard Gabe say excitedly. “And here I thought I would be in trouble for hanging up so abruptly.” Yeah, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I heard him charging up the steps. He skidded to a halt when he saw me standing there in the beam of light I had aimed at the pole. The jock strap I had chosen was black mesh and the way his mouth popped open said he liked what he saw. I raised my arm so he could get a good look at the handcuffs I held in my hand. “Oh damn,” he whispered huskily, “I might not survive this night.”

  “Have a seat,” I said pointing to the chair.

  Gabe did as he was instructed then I walked behind him to secure his hands with the flimsy cuffs I’d received as a party favor or some shit. I walked around to stand in front of him and I felt his eyes all over my body as surely as if he touched me with his hands. Heat and desire radiated off him and we hadn’t even started yet.

  I removed his tie and belt then opened his shirt and pants. I didn’t release his cock from his underwear because I worried that I wouldn’t finish my plans for torture, but I did revel in how hard he was for me already. I couldn’t resist kissing his lips just once before I hit the play button on the remote to start Luke Bryan’s “Strip it Down.” I figured I’d spin on my pole and tease him awhile before I rode his cock to the same rhythm.

  I mounted the pole and performed my favorite spins and moves. Feeling his sexy eyes on me and knowing how turned on he was only spurred me on more; it made me more daring with my spins to go higher and hold on longer. I found myself doing sexy dances using the pole that I’d never dream of performing for anyone other than him. Through it all was the smug awareness that the best was yet to come when I had him deep inside me.

  Unwilling to wait any longer, I sauntered over to the drawer where I stored the supplies the last time we visited the attic. I could see his pulse hammering in his throat as I neared him, but he looked too stunned to speak.

  “Take these cuffs off me,” he said gruffly, proving me wrong.

  “Not yet, baby.” I leaned over and bit Gabe’s bottom lip then gave it a good tug.

  “I am being punished,” he growled.

  I turned my back on Gabe and lowered myself until I straddled his thick thighs. “You call this punishment?” I asked, rubbing my ass against his erection.

  “It’s torture when I can’t touch you,” he replied. We both knew he could break loose of those cheap cuffs if he wanted to.

  I wiggled against his groin until I felt the dampness of his pre-cum on my bare ass cheeks. Then I knew it was time to crank up the cruelty. I leaned forward and balanced myself with one hand on his knee while I reached around and stretched my ass with two fingers from the other hand. The growls and snarls that rumbled from Gabe’s chest told me how badly he wanted to grab me and fuck me. Yet, he kept his hands to himself and let me have my way. I didn’t think it was possible to love him any more than I did in that moment.

  “You can’t keep me tied down forever,” Gabe said when I turned to face him.

  “Don’t plan on it, Detective.” We both knew mine was a figurative response to his literal remark. It should’ve shocked me how much I wanted to be tied to him forever, but I gave up fighting my feelings some time ago.

  Gabe eagerly raised his hips to assist me when I began pulling on the waistband of his trousers and boxers to remove them. “Kiss me,” he urged while I prepared him.

  “Not yet.” I would be a goner if I did.

  Instead, I turned and presented my ass toward him again. I heard him whimpering softly because he knew I was about to bust out the reverse cowboy I had been boasting about almost since we met. I straddled his thighs once more and lowered myself onto his cock until he was buried completely inside me. I let my body adjust to him while I caught the beat of the music, then I began to sway and rock up and down his cock with my arms in the air. I used my thighs, my abs, and my hips to turn the reverse cowboy into a piece of art.

  “I need to touch you, Sunshine,” Gabe said. “Please let me touch you.”

  I savored every pitch and roll that made his cock rasp over my sensitive opening and the broad head of his cock nudging my prostate until I shook with the need to come. I didn’t want to come yet, so I slid his cock out of my ass then sexily ground it against his cock in rhythm to the music.

  “I need you,” he pleaded with me.

  I inserted his cock in my ass again and alternated the tempo of my movements to rev him up then wind him down. I couldn’t tell which one of us shook the hardest with the need to come, but I knew who was going to blow first. I rested my back against his chest, which brought my neck and shoulder in close proximity to the part of his upper body he could control–his mouth. Gabe bit down into the corded muscle of my neck and I shot all over myself. I kept riding him until my balls were empty.

  Gabe’s body shook hard beneath mine and I felt his dick pulsing hard in my ass. “Can I touch you now?”

  “Yes,” I agreed, mostly for selfish reasons. I didn’t think I had the strength left in my body to finish him.

  Gabe broke the handcuffs with a quick tug and brought his hands around me to cup my face. He held my face turned toward his so he could ravage my mouth with one hand while the other held my hips still so he could thrust up into me.

  “I’m going to find a way to pay you back for this stunt,” Gabe growled after he broke our kiss
. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t know when or how, but I’m going to strike when you least expect it. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you think you might die from it.”

  “You mean like now?”

  “Always with that smart mouth,” Gabe groused, the slapping of his hips against my ass punctuated his every word. He rose to his feet like I weighed nothing then gingerly pulled his dick from my ass before he turned me around to face him. He then hoisted me up to straddle his waist and I lowered myself back down on his dick. “Hang on tight, Sunshine.”

  Gabe grabbed my ass with both hands and began to fuck me fast and hard. Sweat popped out all over his body making it hard to hold onto his biceps as he bounced me up and down his cock. I loved the animalistic sounds that Gabe grunted as he neared his orgasm and I loved even more that I was the one who brought that out in him.

  He held me tight to him when he spilled inside the condom and I clung to him as if I was afraid he would disappear. Truly, the threat against me was over and he and Buddy could return home and rest assured that I would be fine. I didn’t let my mind go there because it would ruin my night with him. Instead, I focused on the loving way he pulled out of me and lowered me to my feet.

  “You good to stand?” he asked. I nodded that I was because I was still trying to catch my breath. “Good, then how about you carry me?” He raised his big leg up as if he was going to climb into my arms.

  “Huh uh,” I managed to say, shaking my head. “Not on my best day.”

  “You calling me fat?” Gabe asked, sounding all huffy.

  “No, just thick.”

  “I got all the thick you can handle right here,” Gabe said, grabbing his goods.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” I said, limping playfully as I shut off the music and made my way to the top of the stairs. “Maybe we should give my ass a break and take yours out for a drive.” I looked over my shoulder to see what kind of reaction I’d get from him.