“Actually, I just wanted to ask you to do something for me.”
“I’m really not sure that I want to get involved with you again.” I was trying to be nice.
“Well, I’ve got some information that might help change your mind.”
“Are we talking about Anthony being an assassin again?” I pushed my key in the door lock, grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. “Goodbye, Viktor.”
“Just look at it, seriously. You owe it to yourself to know.”
“Fine. I’ll look at it if that will get you to leave me alone.” I accepted one of those large brown envelopes from him and tossed it into the car.
“I know you liked Clap and Gonzo,” he continued.
“Yeah. I did. I’m sorry that they died. I really am.”
“Then do something about it. Help me take him down.”
“Viktor, you may not like Anthony, but he’s not a killer.”
“What if he is?” he said, returning to his bike. “If he killed Gonzo and Clap, will you help me take him down?”
“Bye, Viktor.”
I’d never seen Viktor act this way. He was always demanding and wouldn’t take no for an answer, but the fact that he was dropping little tidbits of information on me and then allowing me the freedom to make up my own mind about things wasn’t normal. It made me wonder if he was being sincere. Tracking me down went contrary to that, but I’d sort of tossed him that bone.
I ignored the envelope for as long as I was able, but it kept calling to me until eventually I opened it. I was shocked by the information that I found in there. Dates, places, connections, which were a little bit too close to real to be entirely coincidental. Either someone had done a lot of investigative work or the entire thing was completely fabricated to try to convince me. Again, I tried to push the idea of Anthony being a killer out of my head.
I finally decided to try to corner Pepper and ask him some questions. It turned out to be a very short conversation.
“Look, Sunshine, Razor is a good guy,” he said. “We all have some secrets and they’re the sort of thing that you don’t need to be looking into. Razor worked for Uncle Sam and he did some things, just like I did in the name of God and country. Just leave things alone.”
“But I just want to know if this stuff could be true,” I tossed the envelope in front of him.
He picked it up and tossed it right back before rising up out of his chair. “Get rid of that and quit asking questions that you don’t really want to know the answers to.”
Before I could spit out another response, he had already left the Panhead and the door had closed behind him. “Well, that got me nowhere,” I mumbled.
Chapter 24: Razor
Kelly was an expert with her tongue. She knew exactly the right places to use it that sent chills up my spine and made me get even harder. She wasn’t like a lot of women who were a little too aggressive around the family jewels. They’re a little tender and, although they like a little attention, I was never one who was into that sort of pain. Call me a sissy if you like, it just wasn’t my thing. She knew that sweet spot at the base of my shaft on the underside and she worked it well, especially when she took me deep.
She had been working me like a madwoman for quite some time and I was about to go crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I liked that sort of thing, but I had to get some action of my own. Not wanting to give it all up, I crawled up onto the bed with her, straddled her head and sunk my face between her thighs. I’d always joked that there was a reason that the sign for Cancer looked like a 69, but it wasn’t until Kelly and I, both Cancers, started to perfect it that I truly understood.
While enjoying her expertise, I had started in with my own. I opened up those bright, pink lips of hers, even brighter when put into contrast with her pale skin, and went straight to work with the tip of my tongue between them. I tried to avoid going straight for her clit, partly because I loved to be a tease and partly because it was sometimes a little bit too intense for her. I hadn’t worried over that stuff much until I met Kelly. Before her, it was all just sex. With her, however, I wanted to know what turned her on.
While I was warming her up, I slipped my fingers inside of her wet opening and started working my fingers just inside the opening. I heard her groaning with a mouthful of me and knew that I was in the right place. With my fingers engaged, I moved to her clit and started flicking my tongue across it. I knew that I hit the right spot when she abandoned what she was doing to my cock and started thrusting her hips up into me.
To tell you the truth, though it had only been something that happened with Kelly, it was driving me close to an insane level of desire watching her get off. I kept working it, pleased with the results that I was hearing and the way that she had reached around with one hand and started to press my head into her gyrating hips. It wasn’t long before her moans stopped, she caught her breath and grew tense for several seconds, and then let it all go with a series of sounds that combined those of an eagle and a bear—growls coming from her throat that were followed by squeals.
Turned on by her climax, I had to feel myself inside of her. I’d always been an ass man and Kelly had a perfect, basketball-shaped one, which fulfilled that particular fetish, but I’d noticed that I started to enjoy straight-up missionary with her. There was something about being between her creamy thighs and looking down at my cock buried in her mound with the little strip of red hair that had become my new fetish.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her tight against me as I thrust into her, watching her breasts with the bright pink nipples ripple with each one. It was watching her face that had become a special thrill. Every feeling that she was experiencing could be found in the expression on her face or, if she happened to have her eyes open, within her eyes.
Kelly didn’t just lie there and moan, nor did she fight back like some women do. She found our rhythm and started working it. She used her hips, she used the muscles inside her pussy to squeeze me at just the right point within my strokes and she used her fingertips on the back of my arms.
Though both of us were certainly not novices when it came to sex, we had become extremely adept at pleasing each other. We knew exactly what to do and how to do it. My whole mindset had shifted from doing whatever I had to get mine to making sure that Kelly got hers. What was really strange about it was that I was okay with that.
We had worked Kelly into a climax and I watched it washing over her body as she shuddered and made that strange sound combination again. I was perfectly content to stay where I was, but once she caught her breath, she rolled over and got up onto all fours. Who was I to complain, especially since she knew how to work it like that.
She had the perfect rhythm with the movement of her hips and the way that she squeezed me. I would just sit still and let her work her magic, resisting the urge to take a hold of those hips and just start tearing her up. I was glad that I resisted, because she milked me with her pussy and put on one hell of a show with that hot ass of hers. It didn’t take long before she had me shooting my load inside of her.
After I’d climaxed, we typically rolled onto our sides while I was still inside her and I’d reach around and work on her clit with my fingers while I took a nipple between my teeth. It had been something of a challenge to try to get her to another orgasm before my cock became completely limp and slipped out of her. What was rather odd to me was that sometimes it was that exact moment that it was sliding out that sent her over the edge.
Afterward, Kelly and I stayed in that position, caught our breath and sometimes talked while we caressed each other. What I noticed, however, was that Kelly seemed to be preoccupied and nervous about something.
“What’s up, babe?” I asked.
“Just stuff,” she replied.
That was my signal to either confess something or start digging. I couldn’t think of something to confess, so I asked another question. “School?”
“It’s going fine.”
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p; “Work?”
“That’s fine too.”
If those two things were fine, then it was probably me. “What did I forget?”
“You didn’t forget anything,” she laughed.
At least she laughed, but it didn’t last long.
“Something is bothering you. You having second thoughts about us becoming sort of exclusive?” I guess every guy has had that insecurity when he wasn’t sure what was going on. I felt like a pansy for worrying about it, but I’d gotten to the point where it had started to matter to me.
“Not really.”
A straight “no” would have been a better answer, but at least I had narrowed down what was wrong. I couldn’t think of anything that I had done that would have turned her off toward me, not that she knew about anyway. That’s when it hit me, and Pepper’s words screamed out in my head. I couldn’t keep Kelly and my secret life too. I had to find a way to tell her. I just didn’t know how.
Chapter 25: Kelly
Just like always, making love to Anthony was amazing. He had always been great in bed, but he’d gotten even better as he learned what things turned me on and exactly where my buttons were. He pressed them like an expert, triggering orgasms that took the top of my head off, but they also did something else. They touched my heart. That scared me.
I had always been a wild, carefree, devil-may-care type, just like the bikers I loved to hang out with. I’d gotten a little bit more serious when I’d started to school and was working on making something out of myself. Though that wild nature was still there, it was fading fast, and I was struggling with watching it go away. If that wasn’t scary enough, I also had a lot of questions about Anthony’s secret life.
After trying to have a talk with Pepper, I realized that, though he didn’t say it, what he told me through his actions was to just stop obsessing over it. The fact that he wouldn’t even consider picking up the envelope spoke volumes to me. The problem, however, was that those volumes didn’t answer my questions. Pepper either knew everything about Anthony’s life and wouldn’t give up his secret or he didn’t know Anthony’s secret and didn’t care either. He hadn’t even shown curiosity.
For more than a week, I’d flipped back and forth between the two extremes, trying to make sense out of what I had read in the envelope, who had delivered it, what Viktor was trying to get me to do, Pepper’s reaction and what my own heart was telling me. The last one was the least useful of all of them, because it was going in every different direction. Inside, I knew that Anthony was kind and loving, especially toward me, but he did have another side to him that was dangerous and scary. I simply couldn’t decide if that mysterious side was capable of killing people.
Evidently, I wasn’t hiding my internal struggle very well because, when we were snuggling after making love, he was definitely trying to draw out whatever was bugging me. But could I open up that subject? If I accused him of something that he had no involvement in, would it tear everything apart? What if he was involved? How would he react then? Would he become suspicious of me and Viktor? I had to come up with something to stop his questioning, but I also needed answers.
What I finally decided to do was just push past it. Maybe if we just ran away from it all, maybe if we… Steamboat Springs, Colorado. The thought jumped into my mind from out of nowhere. Thoughts that come to me like that made me think of some sort of divine intervention, though God knows, neither of us deserved help from anyone. In short, however, the moment that the thought came into my mind, I recalled how much he had loved it there. It also gave me an idea for a new tactic. It didn’t matter what he had been into, I’d simply convince him to give it all up and we’d go to Steamboat and start a new life together. That would get both of us away from Viktor, Shovelhead and the danger that I knew lurked around that world of outlaw bikers. That solved my problem. I wouldn’t have to know. Maybe he’d tell me someday when it no longer mattered.
“Actually,” I said, finally answering his question with my new tactic in mind. “I was thinking about Steamboat Springs.”
“Ah, I see, so that’s why you were so far away,” he laughed. I could tell that he was relieved. “You want to take a trip there or something? We can go anytime you want.”
“If we go, I don’t want to come back.” I turned toward him and searched his eyes for a reaction. He hadn’t caught on.
“Yeah, I always feel that way whenever I’m there.”
“No, babe, I’m serious. Why don’t we just pick up and go there?”
“You mean to stay?”
“Yes. We both love it there. Isn’t it the perfect place?”
“Have you ever been there in the winter time?”
“How bad can it be?”
“Let me see if I can answer that. If you look at the ski reports in, like, January, you’ll note that they get maybe a hundred inches of snow. You could stand on my shoulders and your head still wouldn’t be above the snow.”
“Your math is horrible,” I laughed. “So, we’d go to Florida from November until March.”
“Do you want to move to Florida or Colorado?” he teased.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Which one?”
“Both, if that’s what it takes.” I realized that I had tipped my hand and he was becoming suspicious.
“If that’s what it takes for what?”
“If that’s what it takes to have you all too myself?” I suddenly saw images of an airplane going down in a cartoon: Mayday, Mayday, we’re going to crash.
“What’s really going on, babe?”
His eyes penetrated straight through me. I was sure that he could see that I’d met with Viktor. I was sure that he could see my doubts. I was sure that he would instantly believe that I thought he was a killer. I knew that he saw right past my words and would know what I was trying to do. “I just want something different for us, something that’s our own.”
He turned away and stared off into space. I assumed he was trying to figure out how to end things with me. After all, how can he stand to be with me if I don’t trust him or believe in him? The moment the thought entered my mind, I realized the truth. My heart screamed out a response to it. When it came right down to it, I loved the man, and I knew that he loved me. Did anything else really matter? I knew that he was a bad boy when I started seeing him. I’d watched the way he’d dealt with Shovelhead and felt a thrill rush through me as I watched him work with such precision to beat the bigger man. I knew by the way that he faced down Viktor that he was a man who would stand his ground. I knew what SEALs were trained to do. Furthermore, I had Pepper’s unspoken testimony.
His question cut right through my thoughts. “You really want to go to Steamboat?”
“I want to be wherever you are,” I answered. It was the truth.
“You’re getting a little bit serious, babe. You talkin’ wedding dress, babies and that sort of thing?” he grinned at me. I could tell that he’d switched to the teasing mode by the twinkle in his eyes.
“God no!” I smacked him. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
“You know what?” His expression turned serious as he rolled me onto my back so that he could hover over me.
“What?” I whispered.
“I promise to take you to Steamboat. Just me and you. Our own place together and the whole thing.”
I could feel the “but” lingering in the air, so I filled it in: “…but not right now.”
“Not right now,” he repeated, before lowering his mouth to mine.
For a moment, I was a little bit disappointed. I’d hoped that I could convince him to get out before Viktor or Shovelhead or someone else came along and hurt or killed him. However, I also knew that he wasn’t someone who was going to run away from his problems. It was that very thing that made me both proud of him and scared the living hell out of me.
Chapter 26: Sabre
I’d hoped that Kelly would buy into my plan once she started to realize that Razor was the one who killed Cla
p and Gonzo. The evidence against him was cooked up some and made to look like a thorough investigation by a PI firm, but in reality there wasn’t a great deal to go on other than what Shovelhead had told me. The thing was, for Shovelhead to make up something like that and put his life at risk didn’t make much sense, so I believed him.
Using Al Gentry to look into the “FBI agent” who had been seen on a stakeout was one option, but I had to be careful. I trusted Gentry, but he wasn’t the only cop who was friends with or on the take from biker clubs. Being too obvious about what I was looking for would have tipped off the enforcer, especially since they’d already been watching me pretty closely, and likely knew my connection to Gentry.
To be perfectly honest, I was walking blind along a very thin and dangerous line and I was trusting someone who had an enormous grudge against my enemy to walk along it with me Worse yet, it was someone who was also a member of a rival club. It had crossed my mind numerous times that Shovelhead was setting me up, but he’d proven himself several times and I was eager to do something to get some form of justice for Clap and Gonzo. It also pissed me off that Kelly was with the son of a bitch.
When Shovelhead sat down at the kitchen table, telling me that he had a new idea, I was skeptical, but eager to give it a shot. He led into it in an odd way, but the opportunity that he was presenting to me was just too good to pass up.
“I’m in something of a fix,” Shovelhead sighed and then took a long pull on his bottle of beer.
“Aren’t we all?” I muttered.
We were silent for a few minutes. “They’re starting to watch me pretty close.”
“The SB?” I was pretty sure that’s who he meant.
“Yeah. Mostly Pepper and Razor, but they’ve got some of the other guys checking me out and asking some pretty uncomfortable questions.”
“So, you’re saying that we don’t have a lot of time before they start to put this all together?”
“Something like that,” he replied.
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