And now, after spending all of his free time with her, after giving up seemingly all of his friends and former lady loves to be with her because she had insisted on it, he was falling in love harder than he’d ever loved before.
Not that loving the most desirable woman in town didn’t come without drawbacks. There were plenty, Bobby thought as he danced with her. Men were always checking her out. He was always calling her, wondering where she was, going to the places she claimed to be to make sure she was where she said she was. And to top it all off, his family didn’t like her, which only drew him further away from his family, which was the toughest part of all. He’d never been in love like this before. He’d never had to give up so much for love like this before. But he knew he loved her. And he also knew, whenever he was truthful to himself, it was the costliest love he’d ever experienced.
But having Kaci was worth it all to him. Being her man, having her as his woman, made all of the other sacrifices and compromises completely worth it.
She also partied hard. He thought he was the party boy, but he often had to take a backseat to Kaci. He was the voice of reason in their relationship. He was the one telling her he had to work tomorrow and they therefore needed to wrap it up. But Kaci ran this show. They left when she was ready to leave.
They left the club after midnight. Bobby felt like a chump. He knew his brothers Brent and Tony, and especially his father, would kick his ass if they knew he was being led around by the nose like this. He would have kicked his own ass if he was the man he used to be before he hooked up with Kaci. But he wasn’t that man anymore. He was now a man madly in love with the woman of his dreams. And he was going to do everything in his power to keep her, he didn’t care how lame it made him feel.
Besides, they were leaving the club and heading to her apartment. All was forgiven now because he knew what was coming next.
But when they got into his fire-red Corvette, she insisted on driving.
“Kace, come on!”
“You’re high, Bobby. I’m driving.”
And like everything else in their relationship, she got her way. She let the top down as they rode in the late night air through the quiet streets of Jericho, laughing and singing silly songs, until she looked over at Bobby, and started to feel the itch.
“You got some?” Kaci asked him as she flew through the streets like a woman on a mission.
He looked at her. “Got what?”
“Weed, boy, what else? I can’t get off without it.”
Bobby looked at her as her long, blonde extensions blew wildly in the wind. “We had weed at the club, Kace, what are you talking about? We were hitting it all night. I’m still feeling the wave.”
“I want more, Bobby. Do you have it?” She looked at him with angry eyes. “Or am I wasting my time with you? I thought you was the man who knew how to hook people up. That’s why I hooked up with you. Now you’re telling me those little hits we had at the club is all I’m going to get tonight?”
“Settle down, all right? You’re with Bobby Sinatra, okay? You know I do what I do.”
“Then do it,” she ordered with a smile. “I can’t get off without it. So go get some and go get some now. Where do I need to go?”
“To the apartment,” he said, and pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll text my man to bring some over.”
She smiled. “That’s what I want to hear!” Then she continued to look at him. He was so beautiful to her with his blonde hair and blue eyes. The most beautiful boy she’d ever dated. And she wanted some.
When he finished texting, she lifted her dress waist-high, revealing the fact that she wore no panties, and opened her legs. “Do me,” she said to him.
Bobby looked at her and laughed. “Girl, get out of here!”
She frowned. “I’m not kidding, Bobby. I want some. Do me!”
Bobby didn’t see any way to manage that. “How?”
“Do me! You’ll find a way.”
Bobby couldn’t believe he was this far gone. But he was. Because he unbuckled his seatbelt, got down on his knees, and moved as far between her legs as the car and steering wheel would allow. “Keep your eyes on the road,” he ordered her, as he opened her up and began to lick her.
Her eyes fluttered with delight as his licks continued to increase.
“Oh, babe,” Bobby said with a smile, as his own dick began to come alive just from the taste of her.
And Kaci wanted more. She drove quickly until she found a side street that she knew would be perfect. She took a fast right onto the quiet street. But when he went down on her hard, biting her, her driving sped up as her adrenalin, her drug high, her alcohol high, her lust for him high, sped up too. She leaned back hard against the seat as the feelings intensified, and his mouth became like fire. And then he bit her hard.
“Bobby!” she cried out, cumming in his mouth.
She was so into what she was doing that she didn’t realize she was no longer driving his car in a straight line on the quiet street, but had drifted right and then far right, onto the sidewalk.
She didn’t realize she had hit someone until she saw a woman’s body fly up onto the hood of his car, and crash against his windshield.
She slammed on brakes as soon as she saw her, causing the woman’s small body to slide off of the hood and onto the pavement. Bobby looked up. “What was that?” he asked him.
“No,” Kaci said, her heart hammering as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
Bobby got up and saw where his windshield had cracked. “What did you hit?”
“I hit somebody,” Kaci said nervously, hurrying out of the car. “I hit somebody!”
Bobby, his heart in his shoe, got out too. When they saw the woman’s body lying lifeless in the street, Kaci freaked. “Let’s go!” she cried, hurrying back to the car.
“What do you mean let’s go?” Bobby cried back. “What if she’s still alive?”
Bobby went to the woman and was about to feel her pulse, but he started freaking out. He could hardly bring himself to touch her. But he did.
“Is she alive?” Kaci asked as she stood near the car.
“I can’t feel a pulse,” Bobby said. “I can’t feel a pulse, Kace!”
Kaci began looking around.
Bobby ran both hands through his thick, blonde hair and stood up. “This can’t be happening!”
“What are we gonna do, Bobby?”
“We need help,” Bobby said as he walked and turned, walked and turned, and continued to look at the body. “We’ve got to call 911. I’ve got to call my Dad.”
“Your dad? Are you nuts? Let’s go!” Kaci was panicking too, but it was all about her as it usually was. “Let’s go, Bobby! We can’t let the cops catch us here!”
Bobby only now heard what she was saying. And he was floored. He looked at her. “What are you talking about? We can’t leave.” He began pulling out his cell phone. “We’ve got to call 911.”
But Kaci hurried to his side and grabbed his phone. “Get in the car!” she cried. “Get me out of here and get me out of here now!”
Bobby snatched his phone back from her. He’d never seen this side of her before. “We have to call 911, Kace.”
“You said she didn’t have a pulse. She’s already dead! We don’t have to stay here to contact authorities. If the cops come and find us here we’ll both go to prison, Bobby.”
Her logic made no logical sense to Bobby. The idea that she would leave this woman astounded him. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It was an accident.”
“No, it wasn’t! You’re high and I’m high and they’ll test us and find out what’s in our system. They’re charge us with murder, Bobby, or reckless endangerment, or something major like that and you know they will. We’ll go to prison for years and years! This won’t be an accident in the eyes of the cops. It’ll be murder! They’ll say we caused it. They’ll say I caused it. And my Dad is running for reelection. They’ll try to blame him if they find out I was involved
. He’ll lose the election. I can’t allow. . . Just get in the car, Bobby, we’ve got to get out of here!”
Bobby knew what she spoke was true. The thought of any kind of confinement terrified a free spirit like him. But he couldn’t leave this woman! “I’ve got to call 911 first,” he said. “I’m not leaving her like this.”
“I’ll call 911,” Kaci said, pulling out her own cell phone. “You just get in the car and drive! You get me away from here! My dad is the mayor of this town. He’ll lose the election if they find out I had anything to do with this. Get me out of here, Bobby, and get me out of here now! If you love me and want to be with me you’ll get me out of here now! I’ll call 911.”
And Bobby, his mind floating, his love for Kaci making him crazy, did something he never dreamed he’d end up doing when he left his apartment for a night on the town: he fled the scene of a horrific accident.
He left that woman on the side of that road.
He ran like the scum of the earth his father never would believe his son could be.
But he remained insistent as he drove. “Call 911, Kaci!” he yelled. “Call now!”
“I’m calling!” she yelled back at him as they sped away. But she knew he wasn’t thinking straight. All they had to do was trace the call. And she couldn’t have that. So she did what she had to do. She pretended to press three numbers on her cell phone, and then she spoke, as if it was an emergency, into the dead air.
Brent was still fast asleep when Makayla woke up early the next morning. She was lying on top of him, and he still had his arms around her, as he snored and slept like a big, beautiful baby. She stared at him. She always knew she would fall in love someday. Not that kind of fair weather love she had for Neal and those other guys she dated, but a lasting love. She and Brent stayed together for a long time. They endured ups and downs and arguments that made no sense. But it was all long distance. Now, for the first time in their entire relationship, they would be sharing the same town and, eventually, the same bed. That was a horse of a different color to Mal. They had to make this work in more ways than one.
That was why she got out of bed, being careful to remove Brent’s arms from around her without waking him up, and hopped in the shower. It was Saturday morning. Tomorrow she would have to drive back to Augusta to complete her final two weeks on the job. She had found some apartments on line that interested her, apartments she knew did not belong to Big Daddy Sinatra, and today would be the only day she could check them out. But telling Brent about it was another matter. She told Brent’s brother, Tony, whom she was closest to of all of the Sinatra family. He understood her need to have her own. He agreed to help her.
But Brent, she thought, as she showered. He was not going to like the fact that she was getting her own place. She tried to bring it up to him a couple times, but he would dismiss it. “You’ll staying with me,” was all he would say about it. But she wasn’t staying with him. They were going to have to ease into this transition. He was going to need his space, and she was going to need hers. She was getting her own place.
After showering and brushing her teeth and putting on clothes (a white shirt and a pair of black shorts), she made her way downstairs just as her cell phone began to ring. Since Brent was still asleep and she didn’t want to wake him, she hurried to answer it. It was in her purse and her purse was on a side table. She was certain it was just about to go to Voice Mail when she answered.
It was Bess Gibson, one of her friends and colleagues. “Hey, Bess,” she said as she headed for the kitchen.
“Hey Bess? Is that all you have to say? Why didn’t you tell me, girl? Why did I have to find out from Joan of all people? I hate that! She’s rubbing it in too.”
“Are you talking about Neal, or my resignation?”
“Both! That Neal! They say he’s being investigated by the FBI.”
“Yeah, I heard. I also heard he’s recovering.”
“He’s a disturbed man.”
“Tell me about it.”
“And the rest of it is true too, I take it? You’re leaving your good life and moving to Jericho?”
“It’s true.”
“But why in the world would you do a fool thing like that, Mal?
Makayla didn’t respond. She remembered that framed photo that she kept on her nightstand, of a smiling Brent, his muscular arms folded, his green eyes sparkling with intelligence and intensity. She knew why.
“But why is it always you who have to make the sacrifice?” Bess asked. “That’s the one thing I don’t like about him. He knows you have a career. He knew it when he met you. He’s not going to give up shit, but he expects you to give up your great career and move to little ass nothing Jericho and be with him and support him in his. You gave up D.C. Now you’re giving up yet another position. It doesn’t seem fair. Why do you have to be the one to sacrifice?”
But Makayla wasn’t thinking about Bess. “I don’t recall you giving it a second thought when you moved here to Maine to be with your man, and to support him in his career.”
“That’s because he had a real career,” Bess said arrogantly, “and he was at least working for the state, not just some local municipality. He had a bigger career than mine. It’s only natural that I follow him. A police chief in Jericho, Maine is a big deal, I’m not saying it’s not. And he’s great looking and comes from a wealthy family, which means he’s wealthy too. I know all of that. But you could have made it to the big time, Mal. It was all laid out for you. That cop’s career pales in comparison.”
But Makayla didn’t see it that way. It wasn’t about Brent’s career, or even her career. It was about Brent and Makayla. But no one seemed to want to understand that. So Makayla gave up trying to explain it. “Have you completed the background on Honeywell?” she asked, purposely changing the subject. She was the lead attorney in her area, and Bess worked under her supervision.
But Bess laughed at the tactic. “Why did you change the subject? Why don’t you want to talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Makayla responded. “What I decide to do is for me to decide. You didn’t give me a vote in your career and your choices, and I’m not giving you a vote in mine. Now back to Honeywell. I’ll need everything your office found on him by noon on Monday at the latest. The trial starts Tuesday even though I just got the file yesterday. But Jude’s on me about it, so I’m on you.”
“I’m only looking out for you,” Joan said. “I wasn’t trying to run your life. I just know that it’s not going to work out with that guy and I don’t know why you would even want it to work. You could be Attorney General someday if you stay, Makayla! And you’re get a man. Do you realize how many great looking guys are walking around the state capital, all of which have been begging for years to get next to you? But oh no. You won’t give them the time of day. You’re keeping yourself pure for some white guy in Jericho who probably has some white girl in his bed every night of the week when you aren’t around! I just don’t want to see you make a bad choice. You’re one of our young stars, Makayla. I want you to soar!”
Makayla knew what she meant. Bess was thirty-nine years old, a decade older than Makayla, but was still a staff attorney while Makayla was already lead Attorney. “Thanks for your concern,” Makayla said. “But I’m sure I’ve made the right decision.”
“So it’s final?”
“Yes,” Makayla said firmly. “It’s final.”
Bess exhaled. “Anyway,” she said, “you always land on your feet.”
“Thanks, Bess.”
“You are so fortunate. I would give my right arm to get the kind of promotions you get, but all you had to do was smile your pretty little smile and they gave it to you.”
Makayla didn’t like that insinuation. “What do you mean they gave it to me? I’ve been busting my butt for years to get to this point. Nobody gave me anything. I worked my ass off to get here.”
“I’ve been working my ass off too,” Bess said, “and I’m still a li
ne attorney. So hard work isn’t always the only reason, Mal. But I guess if I was stacked like you---”
“You need to stop,” Makayla said with a smile, knowing where Bess was headed. “Most of the men in Maine don’t even go for women with my kind of curves, and you know it.”
“Are you joking? They’ll throw their mamas from several trains to be next to you.”
Makayla laughed.
“You’re the one who needs to stop,” Bess continued. “Talking about curves. I’ll show you curves! I have the kind of curves that would put Precious to shame.”
Makayla laughed. “I’d better get off this phone, girl. See what my beau is up to.”
“Oh. So Brent’s here in town?”
“No. But I’m in Jericho.”
“In Jericho? You aren’t giving two weeks’ notice?”
“I gave it. I’m just here for the weekend.”
“I hear that. Well. I’ll let you go this time. Bye.”
“Talk to you later,” Makayla said, and ended the call. Then she exhaled. And began to prepare breakfast for her man.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jenay woke up to the feel of tongue between her legs. When she saw her husband’s head, and realized he was licking her, she smiled, placed her hands in his hair, and almost forget what woke her up in the first place. It wasn’t his oral. It was the sound of their doorbell ringing.
“Honey, somebody’s at the door,” she said to Charles, who didn’t seem to hear anything but the sound of his tongue against his wife’s pussy. He was so into his licks that he was opening her folds and just about to start eating her, even as she was hitting him.
“Charlie! The door. Somebody’s ringing the bell.”
And that was when he stopped. But he wasn’t happy. “This time of morning? What time is it?”
Jenay looked at the clock on her nightstand. “A quarter to six.”
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